The Sister

Part One

The honk of a car horn interrupted a kiss with my girlfriend that had barely started.

Blatant and immediate proof of what I was trying to tell Jessica a few days ago, and you bet your ass that I gave her a knowing look as we separated from what could very well could have led to passionate kitchen sex. She just huffed and gave me a look of her own. “Hey, it’s better than if she walked in on us,” she said.

Jessica and I had been dating for almost eight months; pretty much since we met at the beginning of university. And, while there are plenty of private places to sneak away to when you can’t convince your roommate to give you the place for the night, there’s always a risk and an inconvenience that go hand in hand with the thrill of anything semi-public. So when Jess told me that we could have her family’s lake house all to ourselves for the weekend, I was ecstatic. 

It was spring break.

Now that we were getting more serious, or as serious as two college first-years could be, she floated the idea of introducing me to her family. Cleverly too, might I add. Tempting me with almost ten days at the lake was a great way to soften the blow of spending a few non-stop days with parents who would no doubt be interrogating me and deciding whether or not I’d receive their approval. And, on top of that, Jessica and I would have the place for a few days before her family arrived on Monday. Every room was fair game for nudity and promiscuity, which was a refreshing change of pace from sharing a single dorm room with someone else and needing to plan out alone time. We would have a whole house, with no one else around.

At least, that was the plan.

Until Jessica’s younger sister, Natalie, asked if she could drive up on Friday too. Apparently all of Natalie’s friends ended up busy over the weekend, and she really wanted to reconnect with her older sister since they didn’t get to see each other as much now that Jessica was off at college. Since Natalie’s spring break didn’t line up with ours, she would be stuck at school while their parents visited during the week. It made a lot more sense for her to visit over the weekend instead of skipping school, and Jessica seemed to agree.

Naturally, I was torn. Being a good boyfriend meant putting my needs aside sometimes, and it was obvious that Jessica missed her sister enough to consider giving up what was supposed to be a hot weekend for the two of us. But my more selfish side was annoyed. Anything outside the bedroom wasn’t going to happen now, and her third wheel of a sister was going to be sleeping right down the hall. Having a private bedroom wouldn’t mean as much if we had to keep things as quiet as possible at night. I tried to split the difference and suggested that Natalie come up on Saturday, but the decision was pretty much out of my hands once Jessica approved the girl’s request.

“We’ll have next weekend, remember?” Jessica had reminded me.

It’s true. The two of us were originally going to have both weekends to ourselves, as her parents worked more on Friday through Sunday than they did during normal weekday hours. I would just have to be patient, and wait a full week to get the kind of privacy I thought we’d have for the first few days. Selfish sexual needs aside, it also wouldn’t be as relaxing of a vacation with Jessica’s sister constantly around as well. 

“You owe me later tonight,” I said. It was playful, but a little bit true. Using the last bit of privacy we’d have for a while, I leaned back in for one more deep kiss. Separating again, I walked past her and towards the front door, “I’ll go introduce myself and help Natalie with her bags.”

“Such a  gentleman!” she called after me, “Serious brownie points, babe.”

I opened the door just in time to see Natalie’s silver sedan pulling up to the end of the long dirt driveway, and went out to meet her. As she opened the car door and stepped out, I was greeted by a miniature version of my girlfriend. For a high school senior, Natalie was more cute than hot. A surprising contrast to Jessica, who was definitely the latter. Natalie was more petite, shorter with fewer curves, but still dressed to accentuate what she did have. Tight jean shorts that were fashionably torn hugged her hips and upper thighs, and a white crop top left a hint of cleavage and plenty of midriff on display. Her hair and light skin tone, however, was completely identical to my girlfriend’s. 

Normally I wouldn’t just blatantly check a girl out while I’m dating someone else, especially not that girl’s sister, but Natalie happened to do a big stretch the moment she was standing up, that both lifted her top and jutted out her chest. That, and I’m used to freely checking Jessica out, and the parallels between the two sisters made it almost a reflex. I managed to bring my gaze back up to her face before she opened her eyes, and the eyes looking back at me were as familiar as the hair and skin tone on the younger girl. 

“Oh, hey,” she said, with a warm smile, “You must be the boyfriend. Wow, you’re hotter than I thought you’d be.”

For a second, I was thrown, but managed to play it off with a chuckle. “Don’t be a suck up,” I teased, “There’s going to be enough of that going around when your parents get here.”

Unlike my attempt to avert my gaze a moment ago, Natalie took a moment to shamelessly look me up and down before speaking again. Then, with a shrug, she said, “I meant it. Anyway, help me with my bags?”

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and opened the car door and bent over to grab her things from the back seat. Rather than just grabbing them, she fiddled with one or two of the pockets first. The entire time, I just had to awkwardly stand there and try not to stare at her ass that was more or less right in my face as the tight jean shorts hugged her backside. She shifted her weight once or twice, drawing even more attention to her pert rear. Jessica would kill me if she caught me checking out her sister, so I made a conscious effort to not look. Easier said than done, short of outright turning around.

After what felt like forever, even though it was probably just a few of seconds, Natalie was pulling out a duffel bag and backpack. “Here you go, babe,” she said with a wink as she handed me everything but her phone, “You’re the best!”

Babe?

Jessica could have mentioned the flirty streak. With no sarcastic reply coming to me this time, I just replied with, “Pretty sure you could’ve handled these yourself.” Best to shut down anything overly friendly right away, lest Jessica get the wrong idea.

I walked back towards the lake house with Natalie’s things, and she was quick to meet my stride and walk beside me. Until we reached the porch, that is. Then the girl scurried up the stairs and placed herself directly between me and the front door. 

“Yeah?” I asked, curious what she was up to now.

Natalie stepped forward and placed one of her slender hands on my chest. “Just to give you a fair warning,” she said, looking up at me with a flirty smirk, “You’re going to fuck me by the end of the weekend.”