The Sister, Part Eight

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Part Eight

“Good boy.”

I don’t know why, but those two little words had quite the effect on me. For starters, no one had ever said it to me before. It was one of those things that you didn’t realize you wanted until it was offered to you. And to be spoken to like that by a younger girl? It didn’t come across as patronizing in the slightest, but it was still unexpected and confusing all at the same time. 

If there was something I should have said in response, I lost my chance pretty quickly. Now that Natalie had succeeded in getting me to ask her to strip me, she got right to work. Teasing as ever, the girl slowly lifted my shirt. Whatever fingers weren’t involved in gripping the dark fabric remained on my bare sides. I could feel them tracing upwards, and could follow her gradual pace. Her eyes hadn’t left mine in quite some time, and we stood in suspended silence until she finally broke it.

“Arms up, babe,” Natalie said. While she waited, her hands casually rested on my chest. Soft, and warm, and gently pressing into my bare skin with the unspoken excuse of using them to keep my shirt from falling back down.

It was getting difficult to resist her. With barely any hesitation, I lifted my arms so she could continue my shirt’s journey. It was easier to justify things this time around, as letting her take the shirt off completely was more ‘appropriate’ than delaying any action and letting her hands remain where they were. Granted, the right thing to do would be shutting this whole thing down and getting some privacy to change. But it was impossible to ignore how good her touch felt, and I was admittedly curious what she was planning. As long as it didn’t cross any serious lines, I was willing to indulge myself now that Natalie had worked her way past my first line of defense. 

Natalie lifted the black v-neck past my shoulders and over my head, and surprised me with yet another move right as soon as I lost sight of her. All of a sudden, I felt her chest pushing into mine. She must have taken a step or two forward, and her bikini top didn’t do much to hide how her smaller breasts felt against my body. 

If I was single, this would have been something else entirely. Despite the temptation, however, I tried to take a step back. Honestly, I wasn’t sure where the next line even was now that Natalie had blurred the first one so much, but something told me that this was inching too close to it. She was ready for me, like always. “Come on; stay,” she said, “Be brave.” Both of her hands gripped my bare sides again, softly yet assertively; this time, without my shirt in the way. She pulled me back towards her, simultaneously pressing herself forward into me. 

Still blinded by the v-neck, I had to make a call. Natalie probably wanted me to finish the job of taking off my shirt, as the new position of her hands meant that my arms were already trusted to hold it in place around my head. If I didn’t finish stripping my top half, I’d either be stuck as we were, or I’d somehow have to pull it back down while the two of us were so intimately connected. 

The thought of Jessica crossed my mind, and I was instantly at war with myself. Be faithful, and push away the hot girl throwing herself at me? Or keep playing along with Natalie, and hope that I don’t do something I regret when the brain below my waist was the one making more of the decisions?

Natalie must have sensed my inner turmoil, or perhaps she was just impatient. “You are brave, aren’t you?” she asked. Idly rubbing back and forth with her thumbs as she held me close, I could feel her breasts shifting against me as she adjusted her body’s position. 

“That’s not fair.” I began pulling the top over my head, not wanting to be awkwardly stuck without seeing anything, while I tried to address the girl’s question. Of course I was brave, but a ‘yes’ was instantly going to be used against me in this context. But I also couldn’t say ‘no.’ Not only was it not true, but I could already imagine how she might use it against me. ‘That’s okay. I’ll teach you, babe. THIS is how to be brave.’ Fuck, that was a dangerous string of thoughts. A fleeting fantasy conjured up in the moment, and one that made me lean a little more towards Natalie as I continued my internal struggle.

The first thing I saw was Natalie’s face, mere inches from mine. I guess I should have expected her to be so close, considering how our bodies were pressed together above the waist, but nothing really prepared me for the mischievous smirk and expectant eyes she was greeting me with. “What’s not fair?” she murmured, leaning in the slightest bit and ever so slightly cocking her head to the side.

God, it would be so easy to lean forward and kiss her. It honestly wasn’t even our proximity; instead, I found myself melting against her wildly attractive expression. It conveyed a sexy confidence, with just a dash of cuteness that made her all the more tempting. Not to mention how wrong this all was, which was both nerve inducing and yet a little bit hot at the same time. 

“You know what I mean.” Rationally, I knew I should slam on the brakes. Push her away. But I couldn’t. Natalie’s stare was intoxicating.

She leaned further forward, gracefully lifting up on her toes to put herself closer as well. “If you’re brave,” she whispered, closing her eyes and nudging my nose with hers, “Then prove it.”

Natalie lightly brushed her lips against mine . . .

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