The Sister, Part Three
Part Three
I didn’t know what to do.
The whole point of this vacation was so that I could meet Jessica’s family, and that included Natalie. They were clearly close as sisters, and I couldn’t have my girlfriend’s younger sister dislike me. If I yanked my hand away, she might get offended or upset. But if I kept holding her hand, it might encourage her to keep being touchy. She was cute, sure, and the gesture was innocent enough, but it still felt wrong doing something like that when it was behind Jessica’s back.
I guess there wasn’t a problem when Natalie hooked her arm in mine in the kitchen when we were all in there. Was this more of the same? Or had the younger girl intentionally waited until Jessica was out of sight before attaching herself to me? We had only just met, and I still couldn’t get a read on her.
“Thanks, babe,” I said, testing the waters. How would she react?
Apparently with a smile and a wink. “I knew you had a thing for me.” She gave my hand a squeeze and stopped by the door at the edge of the kitchen. “Do you think Jessica trusts us, all alone in the garage? It’s so dark, and private, and perfect for sneaking around.”
“Natalie . . .” I muttered, feeling myself flush a bit at her words. Was she serious?
“That’s my name,” she giggled, “Don’t worry, babe. Our first kiss will be somewhere a lot more exciting than a dusty old garage. Maybe on the boat? Or in the lake? I look pretty hot in a bikini! Maybe even hotter than Jessica. You’ll have to compare once we’re both changed.”
My eyes instantly scanned the kitchen and hallway beyond for any trace of Jessica. What if she heard this? They were Natalie’s words, but I could easily take some blame for how close we were standing, how we were holding hands while she talked about kissing me and alluding to how I’d be checking her out later.
As if reading my mind, Natalie just rolled her eyes. “Jessica is upstairs. She can’t hear us, don’t worry. Where do you want to make-out with me?”
“Nowhere!” I exclaimed, quickly lowering my voice, “Natalie, this isn’t funny.”
“We went over this already. I’m not trying to be funny. You’re saying you don’t want to kiss me? Not even a little peck?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Liar.” With another pout, she let go of my hand and stepped away. “If you’re going to be boring, then go grab the cooler from the garage. I’ll be right here, waiting for you to come back and change your mind. Because, let’s face it. I’m a catch, and I’m an amazing kisser. Jessica doesn’t have to know, promise!”
Oh God, was she serious? If this was only supposed to be teasing, or a sick joke, Natalie was pushing things pretty far without breaking into a smile and letting me off the hook. The worst part was, her flirting was working on some level. I could imagine her, a mini version of Jessica, wearing a bikini simply due to how she planted the image. And, with her lips pursed in a cute pout while talking about kissing, I couldn’t stay away from that visual as well. Heading into the garage without her suddenly seemed like a very good idea.
“Enough, Natalie.” Before she could come up with another flirty response, I opened the door and retreated into the garage. All I could hear before I closed the door behind me was a light giggle.
Letting out a relieved exhale from the solitude, I began looking around for the cooler. Despite my protests around Natalie, it was impossible to ignore everything she had done. Her ass in my face while she bent over to deal with her things in the car, her hand on my chest as she glanced up with those flirty eyes, and all those things about how I was hot; how she planned on kissing me, fucking me.
In a matter of seconds, I felt a faint twitch between my legs.
Fuck.
I immediately began thinking of literally anything to make the brief wave of horniness go away. Thankfully, Natalie had sent me in here alone. What if she caught the effect she was having on me, and only after a few minutes of meeting her? I’m a guy; I can’t help it. A cute girl, flaunting herself and being so direct. A younger, more flirty version of my girlfriend, at that. My body was telling me what I subconsciously appreciated about the girl, but I needed to shut that down. More importantly, I needed to avoid any more alone time with Natalie.
After taking a few seconds to get myself back to normal, I resumed my search. The garage wasn’t that big, and the red cooler was pretty easy to spot since we had all parked outside. I was tempted to wait a few minutes before going back into the kitchen, so Jessica would have time to make it back downstairs, but that would potentially give Natalie an excuse to come out and help if I was taking too long.
Choosing the lesser of two evils, I grabbed the cooler and took it inside. And regretted it immediately.
Natalie was standing in the middle of the kitchen, almost completely topless. Her crop top and bra were sitting on the island in plain sight, and she was using both hands to hold the cups of a light pink bikini against her breasts. All four strings of the top were loose, and she was looking at me with a coy smile.
“Oh, hey,” she said, “You were faster than I thought. I hope that’s not true about all the things you do.”
“Natalie!” I exclaimed. Averting my gaze immediately, in case she decided to lower the bikini top and get me in some real trouble with Jessica by flashing me and giving me a sight I’d have to forever avoid telling my girlfriend about, I took half a step back too. Maybe it wasn’t too late to go back into the garage and let her finish changing in the middle of the kitchen. Because that’s a normal thing to do.
“Good timing, actually. Can you tie these for me?” Natalie said, with another one of her little giggles, “You know, before Jessica comes down and gets the wrong idea?”