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The Taming of Natalie Ch. 01

By: BengalTiger33



I first saw Natalie from my bedroom window.

She was short and petite with wispy light brown hair and a curvy figure. The afternoon sunlight set a rosy glow across pale, unblemished skin. Long lashes blinked over large blue eyes as she glanced around uneasily.

When my father emerged from the house, all squared shoulders, plaid shirt and faded jeans, Natalie gave him a brilliant smile. It enraptured me instantly—shy and innocent, with a hint of mischievousness hidden beneath. 

She shifted a beaten-up backpack off her shoulder, the strap catching on her loose pink T-shirt, pulling it briefly taut across pert breasts. It took my breath away, and I felt my mouth drop open a little. Then her legs caught my attention. Khaki shorts came mid-way down creamy thighs. Her calves were smooth and toned like a runners. I imagined those legs spread before me, and flushed.

Her pure, natural beauty caused a delicious stirring inside me. She was young and vibrant in a way none of the girls in the neighborhood had ever been. Guilt soon followed. Gorgeous she might be, but she was also my new step-sister.

Doris—she insisted I use her first name and not try to force an awkward 'mom'—stepped out of their dingy Honda and introduced Natalie to my father with a wide grin, her blonde curly hair bouncing in the afternoon breeze. I couldn't hear what they said to one another, but my father gave Natalie a brief hug. A bolt of jealousy shot through me. I wanted to hug her, but not the way my father had.

My new step-mother had met my widowed father at a real estate convention two months earlier, and their romance had been a whirlwind. Four weeks after they met, while I was still away finishing my sophomore year at college, they married in a private ceremony. It had been a spontaneous thing, I was told, and I couldn't get away from my studies. Only after they tied the knot did I meet my new step-mother. She seemed nice. A bit of a ditz, but a friendly, harmless one. Her effect on my father was profound, however. Life bloomed in his eyes once again and the aura of doom that he cultivated so fiercely melted away to nothing. Because of this, I let go of my initial annoyance at the speed at which Doris had attached herself to my dad.

When I discovered she was moving in with us, and was bringing along a daughter from a previous marriage, I groaned to myself. I was used to being an only-child and having the run of the place during the summers while my father was off on his business trips. I wasn't real thrilled at being paired with a stuck-up hag of a step-sister who would, no doubt, be obnoxious and demanding. Even her name, Natalie, sounded self-absorbed in a pretentious hipster way.

I couldn't have been more wrong. When I went down to introduce myself, her disposition was sunny. She hugged me enthusiastically, pressing her breasts against my chest, and called me 'big brother'. I flushed, loving the sensation, but did my best to hide it. The four of us re-entered the house and made small talk, but my eyes kept roaming over Natalie's body and my thoughts were not brotherly.

I learned Natalie had graduated high school, and had been working at her father's stationary store for the past year to save up money for college. Doris snorted in derision at the mention of her ex-husband's card shop. By contrast, Natalie turned out to be sweetness and light in every way possible. Utterly doe-eyed and optimistic about everything, I found myself gravitating toward her because she was so ... happy.

Natalie got the guest bedroom as her own, the room next to mine, and within the day I heard pop music playing through the walls. Later that night, I invited her into my room to play X-Box with me because I couldn't think of anything else to do with her. She accepted enthusiastically, but after dinner got caught up in a phone conversation with a girlfriend or three and I gave up hope of spending some time with her. Through my closet I heard her babbling on the phone, sending out little giggles that made my cock stiffen.

At around ten o'clock I couldn't take it anymore. I closed and locked the door to my room, laid myself out on the carpet next to my closet, listened to her, and masturbated slowly and rhythmically to her melodic voice. I felt dirty doing it, and that only excited me more. Afterwards, I cleaned up, unlocked my bedroom door, and got ready for bed. By the time I emerged from the bathroom, my teeth brushed, Natalie sat cross-legged on my bed. She wore a soft cotton nightshirt that hugged her breasts ... and nothing else that I could see. I assumed she wore panties, but the nightshirt was just long enough to cover that area and leave it to my imagination. Her smooth thighs and dainty feet, with their pink painted toe-nails, were incredibly distracting.

"Sorry," she said, and smiled sweetly at me. "I got stuck on the phone. Still want to play?"

Play? With her? Oh God, yes, but not in the way she meant.

I cleared my throat, let my mouth drop open a little, and then forced myself to speak. "Sure. Take a look through my games and choose one."

"Cool." She hopped off my bed giving me a tantalizing view of her toned thighs. But what greeted me next was far more mesmerizing. She bent over at the waist, bending only slightly at the knees to reach down to the pile of X-Box game boxes. Her panty clad buttocks peeked at me from beneath her nightshirt. I stared at her, knowing her pussy was just on the other side of that thin lacy material. She had to know she was doing this to me. She had to. No girl was that clueless.

She chose a race car game, her favorite she said, and handed me the second controller. I sat very close to her on the bed, even though it wasn't strictly necessary. She smelled like flowers and I felt her body heat through the distance between us. I stole glances at her crossed legs, imagining my lips roaming over them. After a particularly close race, she raised her arms in celebration and gave me a triumphant grin. I smiled back, and we started again on a different track. This time, though, when I glanced down, her nightshirt had slid up her thigh revealing the slimmest peek at her crotch. My mind went fuzzy with lust and I put a pillow in my lap, supposedly to prop up my elbows.

I lost the next two races.

"I thought you said you were good at this," she said, with a teasing little smile. There had to be something deeper there. She had to know the effect she was having on me.

"I am good at it." Pride made me a little indignant. "You're just ... " I didn't know where to go with that.

"I'm just what?"

"You're just ... good at it too."

She placed her controller on my pillow and unfolded herself off my bed. She yawned and stretched, closing her eyes and extending her arms into the air. Her nightshirt stretched against her breasts and pulled upward, revealing a very nice pair of white lacy boyshorts. My erection became painful.

"I should go to bed, or I'll end up falling asleep right here," she said.

I coughed to cover up the whimper that welled up inside me. She turned off my TV and X-Box, but couldn't seem to locate the game box to put the disc back. Without thinking I put the pillow to the side and grabbed it off the dresser where she'd left it. It was in plain sight. But when I saw her eyes looking down at my crotch, I knew she had tricked me into getting up. Mortified, I stood there blushing.

She licked her lips, met my eyes and said, "Goodnight, big brother."

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We both got summer jobs—I worked a register at an electronics store and she bagged groceries. We both had to be at work by nine, and I drove her. It meant the morning rush to the bathroom had one or the other of us waiting. It became a bit of a competition between us. On those days I'd lose, I'd sit in my room, listening to the shower run, wishing I were in there with her.

One day I joked about it. She had squeezed in just before me, nightshirt clinging to her glorious figure.

"You had it first yesterday," I complained.

"Too bad, slow poke," she said and began to close the bathroom door.

"We could save some time and take one together." I smirked at her.

She seemed thoughtful for a moment. "No, I think we'd both be late if we did that." Then the door closed in my face.

She knew what she was doing. Behind that pretty, innocent face was a girl who knew how to manipulate men. It was innocent with my father, taking advantage of his desire to be liked by his new step-daughter. Getting out of chores, pushing her curfew up to midnight, establishing an allowance, gaining more minutes on her phone. My father was putty in her delicate hands. But to my delight, it was far less innocent with me. She flirted with me at every opportunity, but never when our parents were around. It felt deliciously naughty.

She jogged regularly, and would shower immediately after. If I were in my room, she'd sashay by, flushed skin still shiny with beads of water, clutching a fuzzy towel to her ample chest, and give me a little half-wave. She'd brush up against my crotch when squeezing by in tight areas, moisturized her legs by the den TV and even had me rub sun tan lotion on her back once when sunning herself outside. The latter was especially exciting for me. Caressing her silky skin with my hands while staring at her perfectly rounded butt cheeks. Boldly, and driven by hormones, I covered the back of her thighs as well and thought I heard her sigh when my fingers slid to the inner portions. But it went no further than that. At least in the real world. Ten minutes after, I was locked in my room lustily jerking myself to orgasm.

On the last week in July, Natalie registered for classes at the local community college, and our parents announced they'd finally saved enough money for a week-long honeymoon cruise at the end of August. I was a little disappointed that it didn't turn out to be a family vacation, but I understood my Dad and Doris needed some time alone. The implications didn't escape me. Natalie and I would be alone for a week. I had trouble sleeping that night. My unending daydreams kept me up. Natalie must have thought her flirtations were just innocent fun, but she had driven thoughts of all other girls out of my mind.

I went down to the kitchen around three in the morning, bleary-eyed, in only my boxers intending to grab a glass of milk when I saw a bluish glow coming from the den, and heard the low mumble of voices. My dad would be annoyed if any of us had left the TV on all night, so I padded through the carpeted hall to turn it off. When I turned the corner, I froze in my tracks.

Natalie lay sprawled on the den's sofa, T-shirt pulled up above her breasts, panties around her upper thighs, stroking her sex. She was facing away from me and, obviously, hadn't heard me. I took a step back and peered around the corner.

As I watched, this beautiful nubile girl, played with herself. Fingers clutched at a naked breast, toying with one nipple and then the other. All the while her other hand worked between her legs massaging her pussy in circles. I couldn't make out too much because of the lighting and because her hands were in the way. But what I could make out was the most erotic display I had ever seen. With her eyes closed, her lower hand moved faster. Her back arched, her toes curled and her breathing became ragged. Not long after, she spread her legs further apart and uttered the most beautiful, elongated whimper I'd ever heard. Her hips rose from the couch against pistoning fingers until, finally, her orgasm abated.

I watched in slack-jawed amazement. My cock iron hard and poking at my boxers.

Her eyes closed, her slim fingers still idly stroking her sex, I heard her utter the one word that changed everything. "Josh."

My name.

My heart must have skipped a beat. I couldn't draw breath for several seconds. I stood stunned, my body tensed, my cock throbbing against the inner lining of my boxers.

Had I heard her right? What else could she have said? I wracked my brain for words that sounded like Josh and couldn't come up with anything.

Did she know I had been watching her? Natalie's eyes had been closed, and when she uttered my name her head had been tilted away from me. If she had seen me, she'd have made some sign of it. Right? I know I'd have been mortified if Natalie had found me jerking off. There's no way I'd have been able to act like she hadn't seen me. Then again, I wasn't her.

A thrill flowed through me. She had brought herself to orgasm thinking of me. Fantasizing of me. I let out an involuntary sigh of happiness.

When my eyes opened, I saw Natalie laying exposed on the couch, the TV's glow bathing her in soft light. She had twisted so her perky breasts faced me, small hard nipples poking out, a slender hand covering her pussy, and her large eyes locked on me. Her thin lips had opened into a silent 'o' of surprise.

Frozen with shock, neither of us dared to move.

Natalie was the first to break the paralysis, trying to pull her panties up over the dark patch of her pussy.

Too embarrassed for words, I turned and dashed back upstairs to my room.

(to be continued)

The Taming of Natalie Ch. 02



Natalie avoided me for an entire day and, not surprisingly, I felt her distance keenly.

I struggled with my feelings. I had lusted after her for a long time now. It wasn't a passing phase. Maybe it was an infatuation. Probably was, in fact, but that didn't mean it couldn't be more. It had the deep, heart-twisting yearning of more. So, seeing her in such a private, intimate moment was incredibly erotic, and more importantly she had been thinking of me during it! I wanted to pursue a deeper, more sexual relationship with her, in secret, of course. The taboo nature made it all the more exciting. She was forbidden fruit—a sweet, succulent, juicy peach.

On the other hand, she was my step-sister. People would be horrified if they found out about my feelings toward Natalie, especially my parents. It just wasn't done. It was wrong. It was incest.

But was it, really? We weren't related by blood and hadn't lived together for long, and though I regularly dreamed of having sex with Natalie, I had no intention of impregnating her. Yes, I had been attracted to Natalie instantly, the first time I saw her through my bedroom window, but she was the one who came into my room the first night barely dressed. She started it! I was a slave to my hormones. In the end we were related to one another by ... what? A piece of paper in the county clerk's office. If not for that, we'd be total strangers.

I resolved to pursue her and maintain the secret. She was worth it. I'd make her understand.

Thursday afternoon rolled around. My father was off on another real estate excursion and Doris left for the grocery store. Soft music came from Natalie's room. I steeled myself, taking a long deep breath, and strode to her door. Time to be brave. I knocked lightly.

The pop music inside ended abruptly. Natalie opened the door and peered at me from underneath long lashes. We locked eyes and she bit her lip and stepped back to let me into her room. Sighing with relief, I entered. She shut the door behind me. Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail, and she wore no make-up. A white T-shirt flowed over her breasts and ended just before her waist, leaving a teasing strip of skin bare just below. A pair of tight pink shorts hugged her hips. Natalie had a thing for the color pink.

"We should talk," I said.

She nodded, but wouldn't make eye contact with me. She sat cross-legged on her bed, like she had so often on mine. Smooth, pale and freshly-shaved, her long legs and bare feet made me hard. I sat beside her on the bed, and nervously curled my fingers into my lap.

"I'm sorry I ... didn't mean to ... " I trailed off because it was a lie. A direct lie. I had meant to. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever known, she flirted with me on a daily basis, and I had stumbled upon her masturbating. Of course I had meant to watch.

"How much did you see?" she asked in a small voice.

"A lot of it. I don't know when you started."

She blushed and licked her lips before replying. "And you just watched me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

I swallowed hard and tried to pretend I was brave. "At first I didn't want to embarrass you, and then ... well, you were so pretty and ... "

"Mostly naked."

"Yes."

"I didn't think anyone would be up at that hour."

"What were you doing in the living room anyway?" If she wanted to masturbate she could have just done what I had been doing for months. Lock the door to her room, and do it in peace without the worry of being caught.

"There was ... a show on." She giggled nervously. Yes, there was, and I had watched it. "One that made me want to touch myself."

Oh, she meant she was watching porn. Interesting. "You? Natalie, the perfect little good girl, watched porn?" It was pure flattery. I knew she wasn't a perfect little good girl. I liked her mischievous side, how she had depth to her, a depth I was just beginning to discover. I wanted to explore her. Not just her body, but her mind too.

"I'm not perfect, and I can be bad."

I grinned at her. "I bet you can." And I intended to thoroughly map that bad side.

Natalie slapped my shoulder playfully, but afterward she looked up with an arched eyebrow. "Did you tell anyone you saw me?"

My jaw dropped. Is that what she was worried about? "No, of course not. I'd never do that."

Her features relaxed. In fact, her whole body slumped. She hung her head again, a stray wisp of hair falling across her forehead. "Do you think I'm a freak?"

"For watching porn and touching yourself? No. We all do it. I do it."

A small smile played across Natalie's lips, she glanced down at my crotch, and it was my turn to blush. I had a full erection, barely hidden by my clasped hands.

"Did you like watching me?" she asked.

I cleared my throat. That was my opening. "Yes. I look at you sometimes and I wonder."

"What? What do you wonder?"

"What you look like naked," I said, honestly.

She flushed an even deeper red and turned her head away, smiling broadly. She liked that I thought about her that way. It was a relief. She could have been angry for crossing that line. "Well, you got an eye full."

"I'm sorry if I made you—"

"You peeped on me in a very private moment—"

"You were in the living room."

"At three in the morning." Her slim eyebrows narrowed. Even annoyed she was stunningly gorgeous. "Do you imagine me naked a lot? Like, when we do things together?"

"Yes."

She bit her lip and toyed with a stray lock of her hair. I could see the wheels spinning in her head, and I wondered if I should be scared. "I'm nothing special, Josh."

"You're special to me." That part wasn't flattery. One day of silence between us and I had been climbing the walls. Work had been hell because I couldn't concentrate. Everyone bugged me and I snapped at people. All of that after one lousy day. I had it bad for her.

Natalie continued curling her gossamer hair around her fingers, as she stared at me. Her smile was soft and warm, but I saw apprehension in her face. "I don't know what to say."

An awkward silence fell so I stood up. I had botched it and she probably wanted me to leave. When I looked down at her, sitting on her bed, barefoot, large innocent blue eyes watching me, her mouth parted a little as if she were breathless, I knew I couldn't leave things the way they were. I had to make a grand gesture.

I kneeled in front of her, between her legs. A brief image of me stroking her pussy with my tongue flashed in my mind. My imagination was far too active sometimes. My cock hardened to steel. I swallowed, trying to compose myself. "Would you accept an apology for watching you?"

"Yes," she muttered.

Go for it, I told myself, just do it. I rose and pushed myself toward her. She gave a little squeak and fell backward onto her bed. I followed, lying on to top of her, my chest pressing into her firm breasts. My erection rubbing up against the crotch of her shorts. Shock and surprise registered on her face, but also ... excitement. I leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Slim arms wrapped around my neck, and one of her hands held the back of my head.

After a brief hesitation, she kissed me back and, unexpectedly, I felt her thighs lift and close against my hips as if we were fucking.

An eternity passed. I didn't want it to end, but like all good things, it did. I pulled back and away, dizzy with desire. "I'm sorry for watching you," I said. Another lie. I wasn't sorry. Not even a little.

She propped herself up on twin elbows, breathing deep and heavy, the blush still in her cheeks. Her legs remained wantonly spread. Her voice took on a husky tone I hadn't heard before. "Apology accepted, big brother."

I turned to go, and as I stepped into the hallway, ready to close the door behind me, Natalie called to me.

Peeking my head back into her room, I asked, "What?"

"Maybe I'll show you what I look like naked so you won't have to imagine it."

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Coming around the last turn of the track, the finish line up ahead after a long straight-away, I tried to pass Natalie on the inside while staying on the course. My bumper made contact with her rear end and she spun out. I shot past, a video game opportunist to the very last.

She cursed when I zoomed over the black and white checkered line and took the flag.

"No fair," she whined. "I had that."

She sat on my bed in her usual nighttime attire. Nightshirt and panties. She had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, and now that she was certain of my interest, she played it up. I didn't mind. More for me to ogle, but it was a delicate situation. She only dressed like this for me when our parents weren't around, and I wasn't allowed to touch.

At night when our parents were asleep in their room, their door closed, there was still the possibility of being caught with me. A nighttime foray to the fridge was not unheard of, as we both knew, but I think she liked the danger.

"I win," I said, grinning from ear to ear. I put my controller down, and lay back on the bed. My comforter was soft and pillowy, a steel gray cloud of cushion. Natalie seemed to like it too. I loved to watch her stretch out on it, her pale skin a perfect contrast.

Natalie grumbled. "Best five out of seven then. You cheated. Cheater."

As if she hadn't spun me out a few times already. "Three out of five. That was the bet, and it's Mr. Cheater to you."

"Fine," she pouted. Lithe as a cat, she climbed on top of me. She had been into gymnastics when she was younger and was exceptionally flexible. She reached up to brush the hair out of her face, raising her pale blue nightshirt up for a brief peek of tight purple panties. I drank in the sight greedily.

Before I knew it, my hands were on her thighs. They were soft and warm and silky smooth. I felt her muscles tense beneath my touch, and then relax. I began to move them north, hoping against common sense that she'd let me touch her. Just a quick caress, my fingers gliding over her mound, my thumb pressing her sensitive nub. That's all I wanted. No, that's a lie. That's not all I wanted, but I'd take it if that's all I was offered.

"Bad." she giggled and slapped my hands away. "The bet was a kiss, not a feel." She leaned over me, her nightshirt hanging down. I imagined her breasts dangling just underneath it. She lowered herself down to her elbows, pressing her body against mine.

My cock thrummed at the feel of her atop me. I'd have committed murder for her to take it out and suck it. She'd look so sexy with her head bobbing up and down, her eyes raised up to meet mine.

Natalie brought me back to reality by brushing her lips against mine. Not a kiss, a tease. Her hot breath smelling like sugary peppermint—more like toothpaste than gum—wafted over my mouth. I moaned a little before I could stop myself.

"How does that feel?" she asked. Her lips were a millimeter away from mine.

"Good," was all I could think to say.

"Well, this is what you did to me the other day when you kissed me. I had to change my panties because of you."

I gasped a little at the revelation. She sounded serious, and I suddenly felt very proud of myself. My breathing became deep and ragged, my cock aching for her. I wasn't a virgin. I knew what it was like to have my shaft buried in a warm, hot pussy and I wanted hers very badly. This game of sexual one-upsmanship was going to end very nicely if neither of us lost our nerve.

"Stop for a second," I panted.

"What?"

"I won a kiss, but this isn't how I want it," I finally managed.

She scowled at me. "What's wrong with this?"

"Nothing, but I know what I want from you."

Natalie rolled off of me. Her creamy thighs flashing through the air. She righted herself beside me, laying on her stomach, her bare legs idly kicking back and forth in the air. Her panty-clad butt exposed for me to see. Maybe she didn't notice. Maybe she did and didn't care. "You could have told me before I straddled you."

Still lying on my back, I shrugged. "I could have, I guess."

She slapped me playfully on the shoulder. "How do you want your kiss, then?"

"I want to kiss you."

It was her turn to shrug. "Tomato. Toemato. You could have collected it just now." She might be pretty when annoyed, but she was even more so when pouting.

"Anywhere I want, and at the time of my choosing. It'll be a surprise, but not now."

Natalie rolled her pretty blue eyes. "OK. As long as our parents aren't around, you can kiss me anywhere in the house you want, but not outside where someone could see."

I held out my hand. "Deal?"

Natalie offered me a pert smile. We shook on it. "Deal." She shifted again, sitting up, yawned and stretched. I caught her glancing out of the corner of her eye at me as she did it. I was on to her. "I'm tired. Work was tough today," she said and climbed off my mattress. "I should get to bed. Coming?"

The 'coming?' part was a secret little flirt of ours now. It never failed to turn me on, and it had spawned a fantasy of sneaking into her room at night where I'd find her fast asleep, stretched out for my pleasure in the nude. She didn't sleep like that, I knew, but the daydream was so good I replayed it in my mind day after day.

This time I had a comeback prepared.

"Yes, I'll be coming. But only after I lock my door." Strictly speaking, it was one hundred percent true.

I was rewarded with a blush and a bitten lip. "Tease."

I marveled again at how she could perpetuate the innocent, naïve girl persona, and still be so sexual with me. It made me feel somewhat like a plaything, which wasn't bad on the surface, but no one likes to be seen as just a toy, no matter how titillating. I wanted her to see me as a man, to know that I had my own desires and had the will to make them a reality.

Rolling onto my side, I crooked a finger at her in a 'come here' gesture and she did. Despite her attitude, I was starting to see a bit of submissiveness surface in her personality. I liked it.

"When I said 'anywhere I want'," I whispered to her, "I meant anywhere on your body."

Her mouth opened in the perfect little 'o' of surprise.

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The next morning, I let Natalie get in the shower first. Doris was outside tending her herb garden, as she always did first thing, and my father was off to Petersburg to show a property. Orange sunlight streamed into my room, filtered through the tree just outside my open window. The morning air smelled of dew-laden vegetation, fresh and natural.

I waited, sitting on my bed in only a pair of boxers, gathering my courage. When the water shut off, I made my way to the bathroom door and counted, slowly, to fifty. Then, without knocking, I opened the door, stepped inside without looking and closed it behind me.

It was steamy in the bathroom, the air moist and clingy. Natalie stood by the sink, a towel wrapped around her curvy body, and another around her head. For the life of me, I never understood the use of the second one.

"Hey, wait your turn," she said, but with a smile in her voice.

I edged up behind her and put my hands on her toweled hips. "I came to collect my kiss."

She inhaled sharply, and turned around slowly so she was facing me. As she did, my hands trailed the towel. I wanted to pull it off more than anything in the world, but I knew that was the wrong way to go about it. Natalie wouldn't respect that. She liked the slow tease.

The towel rode low on her chest and ended just an inch or two below the juncture of her legs. I licked my lips at the sight of her cleavage, and her bare thighs.

"Now?" she asked, her eyes wide. "I'm hardly wearing anyting."

"Mmmhmmm," I hummed back, as if that detail had escaped me and I was just now realizing it. I leaned in close as if to kiss her lips, but then stopped. I raised a hand, touched her neck with my fingers and ran them down to her collarbone. "I just have to decide where."

"But ... but, I—" she stammered.

"A deal's a deal," I said. I slid my fingers over her flushed skin. God, she was so silky smooth. Pale and virginal. My fingers made their away across her chest, following the swell of her breasts.

Her eyes closed, and she began to breathe out of her mouth. She gripped the counter's edge with both hands. In a small, shaky voice she asked, "Where?"

"Haven't decided yet."

My other hand dipped down from her hip to her bare thigh. I glided my fingers down as far as they could reach, and then trailed them back up the inside. Natalie clamped her thighs closed. Closing my fingers between them. It felt so good to have them trapped there.

"Oh God," she breathed. Her head tilted back a little.

"Anywhere I want," I reiterated.

Natalie's lips opened, but that was all. I liked that she was incapable of words.

Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers free of her thighs, but angled upwards. They skimmed her mound, and I felt wet pubic hair. Natalie whimpered as she shuddered.

She was primed, and this is what I had been dreaming of. Time to be brave again.

I pulled her towel down a little exposing one of her breasts.

Natalie exhaled loudly when her small pink aereola and erect nipple came into view. It was perfect, beautiful beyond words to describe.

"Oh, Josh," she whimpered.

I leaned down and took her nipple between my lips, kissing it first and then giving it a slight tug. It had very little taste, but the texture was amazing. Pebbled and crinkly, but soft.

She moaned aloud, pushing her chest forward against my mouth. I took the opportunity to circle my tongue around the hard nub before pulling away.

I had never been so hard in all my life. My cock actually hurt, and not in a good way. I had to get back to my room and relieve myself or my balls were going to detonate.

"I can't wait to win another bet with you," I whispered, my lips close to her ear.

I left her standing in the same position, one breast poking from beneath her towel, hands gripping the edges of the sink, her thighs clamped together. Her mouth had dropped open, wide innocent blue eyes staring unblinking at me. Undisguised lust was painted all over her pretty face.

(to be continued)



The Taming of Natalie Ch. 03



Doris wanted to make me eggs and toast, but I wasn't hungry. I could barely put together coherent sentences. My mind kept going back to Natalie's face, the soft swell of her naked breast, the perky pink nub of her nipple, the feel of it on my tongue as caressed it.

My eyes must have glazed over because Doris put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Poor dear," she said. "You look tired this morning."

I accepted a piece of buttered toast and a cup of coffee, but brought them into the living room. It felt very wrong to be thinking of Natalie while under Doris's scrutiny.

I had my car keys in hand, the slim metal cool against my palm, and was leaning against the front door when Natalie finally came downstairs. Her mom—sorry, our mom—greeted her with the usual hug. I couldn't see them from where I stood, but I could picture them well enough. Doris, her frizzy blonde hair in a tangle from the early morning garden work, had rushed over to Natalie and hugged her with both arms, then clasped her face in two crinkly hands.

"I put a bowl of cereal out for you," she said. A pause, and I guessed she kissed Natalie's cheek.

"Mom, I'm late. I don't have time."

"Nonsense, you won't have energy if you don't eat."

"I'll get something at the store."

"I don't know why you—"

"Mom, Josh is waiting."

"Fine, but tomorrow set your alarm earlier so this doesn't happen again."

I grinned, pleased with myself. I could guess why she was late. My daring kiss had thrown her completely off. That'd show her I had some backbone, that if she was going to tease me, she'd have to deal with the consequences. And if this was a game of one-upmansship, I had stepped up when it was my turn. My cock stiffened at the thought of what she'd do to pull ahead.

Natalie stomped out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the living room toward me. Her supermarket uniform was just about the ugliest, frumpiest thing I'd ever seen—a stomach turning combination of greenish-brown (a color I thought of as 'ripe baby poop') and beige. But she filled it out nicely, her breasts pushing at her shirt and her hips stretching her pants. Wavy light bright brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in a manner that could only come from meticulous brushing.

When I made eye-contact with her, a secret little smile curled her lips, her cheeks turned a maidenly-shade of pink, and she suddenly found her shoes very interesting.

"Ready to go?" I asked when she stopped in front of me.

"Ready," she replied in a small, sweet voice.

"What kept you?" I loved having the upper-hand with this coquette for once.

Natalie crossed her arms in front of her ample chest, must have noticed that she was doing it, and dropped them to her sides. "Nothing ... I mean, I had to ... nothing. Thanks for waiting, big brother." She looked up at me, stepped forward and gave me an unnecessary peck on the cheek.

"I wasn't going to leave without you, Natalie."

She nodded and smoothed the front of uniform's brown slacks. Her amaranth-colored nails a strange contrast to the drab supermarket earth-tones.

When we were both in my Honda and I was pulling out of the driveway, Natalie flicked the radio on and turned the dial until she found something that suited her. A morning show crew was prattling on about nothing, but they seemed to find it very funny. Canned sound effects punctuated their jokes.

Once we were out of our development, I talked over it. "You were up before me, what took you so long?"

She giggled a little and turned away to look out the passenger side window. "You know what took me."

Yeah, I could imagine, but I wanted her to tell me. In great detail if it was convenient. "I don't, actually," I said, playing stupid.

We were stopped at a red light, so I had a chance to look at her. She bit her lip and said, "After you ... kissed me, I had to do some things."

I smiled, satisfied with myself. "What things?"

"Stop it," she said with a smile in her voice.

"C'mon, I'm your big brother, you can share anything with me."

"Can I?"

"Yes." All of this to get her to say she masturbated because I drove her wild. I knew it at that point, but wanted to hear the words out of her mouth. I could feel a distracting bit of arousal in my crotch, anticipating her answer.

"Fine," Natalie said with a huff. "I closed and locked the door to my room, laid on my bed and touched myself. I lost track of time after the first one."

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "The first what?"

"Josh!" She smacked my shoulder. "Why are you making me say it?"

"Because I want you to."

She hummed thoughtfully at that. After a few heartbeats, she said, "My first orgasm."

The light turned green and I turned left toward the SaveMart Shopping Center. I must have beamed with happiness because she shot me an indignant look.

"Then what?" I asked.

There was a tremble in her voice when she said, "I dressed, but then I had to take my panties off. I got them wet." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of lavender panties. I could see right away they were damp at the crotch. "This is all your fault."

I felt heat rising in my cheeks and my cock stiffen. "Why ... why did you have them in your purse?"

Natalie giggled a second time. "To give them to you, silly." She dropped them in my lap. "I'll want them back, so be good to them." The wrinkled fabric lay between my legs and I thought I could smell a faint musky odor coming from them. "I can't stop thinking about what you did. I'll probably get this second pair wet too."

"Good," I said. Not exactly a suave reply, but aside from driving, my cock was demanding most of my attention.

I pulled up to the supermarket like I did every time I dropped Natalie off. The parking lot was mostly empty at that time of morning, populated by darkened lampposts and a few scattered cars. At the far end, an elderly woman with a cane hobbled toward a stationary store. The SaveMart's lights were just coming on.

Natalie unbuckled herself, stray locks of hair falling down her forehead. Without warning, she leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were warm, soft and slightly damp. They felt glorious and I couldn't help but kiss her back. Her free hand fell on my crotch, palm against my erection. She squeezed, sending a shuddery thrill through me.

It might have been the morning sun, but I thought I saw a mischievous glitter in her eyes. "Good," she said, and pushed her way out of the car.

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Doris decided we needed to have a semi-regular activity—to bring us closer as a family. Considering how close Natalie and I had become, a family activity seemed laughable. The idea was discussed around the kitchen table and my father backed up Doris's suggestions enthusiastically. With both parents advocating it, I knew it was already a done deal. The least odious choice became 'Movie Night' and it was decided that we'd start the tradition that very evening. I grumbled about it, even though I liked watching movies, because I knew each selection would be a compromise between the tastes of four different people and, as such, at least two of us wouldn't enjoy the film. The first one was pre-determined, and of course it was a chick flick—The Wedding Planner. I had seen it before and was ambivalent.

What I wasn't prepared for was my dad and Doris camping on the floor with a couple of blankets and pillows. That left the couch to Natalie and I. After seeing their blanket, Natalie darted back upstairs and grabbed one of her own. It was dark blue and fluffy, but a little too short to cover both of us when we laid at opposite ends. Natalie's bare feet ended up resting at my hip on the inside of the couch, under the blanket, while one of mine hung over the edge on the outside. Sadly, parental presence mandated we dress in full pajamas.

My father switched off the lights, while Doris prepared the movie. I glanced over at Natalie. She was bathed in the white glow coming from the screen and it made her look like an angel. Her white top had soft, loose straps leaving her pale arms and shoulders bare. I stared at the rounded mounds of her breasts, remembering the feel of her nipple in my mouth, how she moaned when I toyed with it. When I met her eyes, she blew me a secret kiss. Her leg shifted a little under the blanket, making me all too aware of how we were touching.

Sometime around the fifteen minute mark, when my eyes were beginning to droop and I was no longer listening to the dialog, Natalie shifted her leg, lifting it slowly over mine, and then lowering it to the other side. I stifled a gasp when her foot gently came down on my crotch. My eyes flew open and I found Natalie grinning at me. Ever so slowly, she stroked me with her foot. In seconds I was hard.

Despite how good it felt, it was far too dangerous with my parents laying cuddled on the floor several feet away. Even with their backs to us in a dimly lit room, I was terrified they'd notice. I took her foot away from my crotch, as gently as I could and to appease her gave her a quiet and slow-motion foot massage under the blanket. I glanced up at her again to find she had slid down a little on the couch, and was smiling with her eyes closed. Danger averted. I'd have to talk to her about her gambles when we were alone.

Then she lifted her other foot over and began stroking me again. It felt even better now that my adrenaline was pumping. Frightened, I glanced down at our parents. They were oblivious to what was going on. Natalie blew me another kiss, when I met her eyes again. I squeezed her foot. My message clear—stop it before we get caught. But, she didn't stop. The sensation began to overwhelm me and I had to force a fake cough to cover a groan of pleasure. I tried to force her other foot away, gently again, but she just resumed with her first.

"You two all right up there?" my dad asked. His voice was foggy with sleep. I knew he couldn't make it all the way through. He regularly fell asleep in front of the TV in their room.

Natalie's foot froze over my cock. I felt her individual toes on my shaft.

Our parents must have heard us moving around. "Sorry," I said, "the blanket's a little small for this." I tugged on it, pulling it further up on me and down on Natalie.

Doris turned toward us. "Nattie, share the blanket with your brother."

Natalie rolled her eyes, as if she weren't already sharing with me. "Fine," she said dramatically. In moments, she had pulled her legs in and completely turned herself around. The former-gymnast girl showing her skills again. She scooted up on the outside of my legs and laid her head on my chest. Then snatched at the blanket, seemingly impatient, so it covered her up to the chin.

"Awww," Doris crooned. "That's so cute. You OK with that, Josh?"

Under the blanket, Natalie's hand had already settled on my erection. "Uh ... yeah ... yes," I stuttered.

"Glad that's settled," Doris said and laid back down next to my dad.

Natalie's hands were more agile than her feet and soon all notion of watching the movie had fled from my mind. She moved slow and firm, sliding her hand up and down my shaft. Despite two layers of clothes between her hand and my cock—my pajama pants and my boxers, both of which were thin—I felt every stroke as if there was nothing at all between her skin and mine. My breathing grew heavier and I did everything I could to remain quiet, including holding my breath for twenty seconds or more as Natalie teased me. The pleasure built, and my balls became sensitive and tight. A dizziness overcame me and I had to shut my eyes.

My father started to snore. "Oh, Martin," Doris mumbled and snuggled closer to him. They were still in their honeymoon phase and everything he did was adorable.

Beneath the blanket, Natalie hooked her thumb into the waistband of my pajama pants and my boxers. With exaggerated care, she pulled them down a little. My hard cock popped out. Or rather, only the head. The rest couldn't be freed until I lifted my butt and let her pull everything down. Had we been alone, that would have been automatic. Here, with our parents in the room, it was unthinkable. She had pulled the blanket up so that the head of my cock was covered, but I'm sure it looked fishy from floor level.

Natalie's fingers played with the head of my penis. I reached under the blanket and gripped her back. 'Be careful' my hand said. My message was acknowledged when she leaned down and kissed the head. I clamped my mouth shut as the sensation shot through me like lightning. Then her lips were around the head of it, and her tongue started to swirl. I let my head fall back, closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping my mouth closed.

And then a bigger danger approached, I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her tongue and lips felt amazing. More than amazing. A buzzing had started in my head, the dizziness grew worse. I took silent gulps of air and then held my breath, trying not to make a sound.

I squeezed Natalie's back again and again, and then tugged on her hair. 'Please, stop. Please'. If I came, I didn't know if I'd be able to remain motionless and quiet. And then afterwards, if she didn't swallow all of it, the smell. Semen has a very distinctive odor. I should know, I've jerked off into tissues more times than ... well, I might be nearing a Guiness World Record.

My body trembled uncontrollably. I tensed for the inevitable orgasm when, mercifully, Natalie stopped. She pulled the waistbands of my pajama pants and boxers back up so I was covered. The blanket readjusted itself to just below her chin. I stared at the top of her head, my mind fuzzy with lust. I wanted to grab her, pull her on top of my erection and fuck her right then and there.

She tilted her head toward me and gave me an impish, satisfied grin.

I let out a long sigh, nearly at the edge of tears, and let my head fall back a second time.

"How did you like it?" Doris asked.

I opened my eyes, saw Doris sitting up, talking to me. For a panicky second I thought she meant what Natalie had just done. "What? What did ... I like?"

"The movie?" She stood up and pointed to the TV. The credits were scrolling.

Of course. The movie. "I'd seen it before," I said quietly.

"Well, the two of you can choose the next movie." Doris woke my father up and they began collecting their things.

"Matthew McConaughey was yummy," Natalie said. "I'd like to lick him until—"

"Nattie, behave yourself," Doris said, stuffing a pillow under one arm and a blanket under the other.

My heart was hammering in my chest. "Yeah, Nattie. Behave," I said. She hit me with a nearby pillow.

"I'm so glad the two of you are getting along," Doris said, moved over to us and kissed Natalie on the forehead.

"Goodnight, kids," my father said, he had a pillow and a blanket too. Tufts of greying hair stuck out at all angles from his head. It's what he looked like first thing in the morning. A big yawn opened his mouth wide just before he turned and ambled toward the hall.

"Can you turn off the TV and the lights?" Doris asked as she followed.

"Yes, mom," Natalie called out and hopped off me.

When our parents turned the corner and disappeared up the stairs, Natalie knelt by me. I still hadn't moved. A part of me wanted her to finish the job. Oh, who am I kidding? All of me did. The feel of her warm breath, her lips and her tongue on the head of my cock had been far better than I'd imagined.

Still, my mind reeled at how our parents would have reacted if they'd noticed what was happening.

"That was really dangerous," I whispered. "What if we had been caught?"

"We didn't get caught. The risk is half the fun." She smiled at me and for a brief moment I thought she was going to reach for me again. My cock ached for her touch. "I was so turned on doing that. Look." She pushed her chest out. Her nipples stood out prominently against her soft tank top. She hadn't been wearing a bra.

Our parents shuffled around upstairs. Their heavy footsteps moving about, floorboards creaking. There was no way they could hear us from there.

I reached for one of my step-sister's breasts. Natalie let me touch her, my fingers gliding over the inviting swell. My thumb slid over the bump of her nipple. At the same time I let out a shuddery breath, she inhaled sharply and pulled back.

"Bad boy." Natalie playfully slapped my hand away. She stared at me for a moment then licked her lips. In a hushed, conspiratorial tone she whispered, "I tasted your pre-cum and really liked it."

A big self-satisfied smile followed, and before my fuzzy mind could craft a reply she was gone, trotting down the hall, her cute ass sashaying back and forth.

I lay there, a puddle of need and frustration, concocting a way to get her back. 



The Taming of Natalie Ch. 04



Author's note: I've been asked if Josh and Natalie will get it on. Will they ever have sex? Spoiler alert. Yes. But as with any good flirtation, sexual tension needs to be built up. Sam and Diane on Cheers. Rachel and Ross on Friends. It might be satisfying to read a quick sex scene, but afterward the tension is leeched because the question has been answered. But fear not, the sex will happen, with all of its complicated emotional nuance. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy the foreplay. The journey's the thing ... until, you know, the destination becomes the thing.

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My opportunity came that weekend.

I had an established group of friends. I'd known them since grade school. We hung out regularly and knew one another's lives. When post-High School life didn't fling us to the four winds, we saw it as fate. Friends forever. The five amigos. Myself, Martin, Cal, Ellis, and Kate. Yeah, our fifth was a girl. Kate was about as interested in guys as I am in subtitled French noir films. In other words, not all. Not even a little. Kate talked about other girl's asses and boobs more than we did, and with far less embarrassment. She was also a better athlete than any of us, save Cal.

Natalie on the other hand had been uprooted and dropped here. She was naturally charismatic, but shy around people she didn't know. Over dinner, she'd tell us about friends she made at work, but I saw only one of them—a mousey girl named Lisa who had the personality of a two-day old pancake. Natalie moped sometimes, and would spend hours on her phone with friends from California. I could tell it was a link she needed to keep strong.

My buddies knew about Natalie, had seen her a few times, but never interacted with her.

On Friday, Kate came over to pick me up and drive us both to a movie theater where Martin and Ellis were waiting. I offered her a drink, retrieved a cold can of soda from the fridge, and grabbed my sneakers. Kate snapped open the can's pop top and looked out into our backyard where Doris and Natalie were working in the garden. I stood up and followed her gaze. Natalie was bent at the waist, yanking out a weed, unwilling to kneel in the dirt. Bright afternoon sunshine shone on her pert butt.

"That is one fine ass," Kate said to me, and sipped at her soda.

I flushed. "That's my sister's ass." I didn't want anyone else thinking of her like that. Though it seemed an uncomfortable inevitability, I didn't like the opinion coming from one of my clique.

Kate shrugged. "Step-sister, dufus. Invite her out with us. I'd hang with a girl like that."

"If I do, you can't hit on her, Kate. That's just disgusting."

"Why would that be disgusting?" She raised a thin eyebrow at me. "What are you worried about?"

"You'll just make it weird. She's straight."

Kate smiled and brushed a lock of bright red hair behind a delicate ear. "You have a lot to learn about girls, my friend. We're all a lot closer to being Bi than you realize." A sentiment I've noticed, over the years, only held by those who were Bi.

I forced an amused smile. "You over-estimate your seductive powers. Remember the Hooter's waitress." I said it like 'Remember the Alamo'. Kate had all but stripped naked and writhed on the body of a Hooter's waitress a year ago, only to be brushed off with open disgust. Our check, at the end of the meal, had been brought to us by a different waitress who never once met our eyes.

"Fuck you," Kate said. "Hooter's bitch had no idea what she gave up."

I laughed. "I think she did. She had the same body parts."

Kate punched my shoulder. "Let's get going, Martin and Ellis won't wait if we pull up late."

Before leaving, Kate glanced outside once more and her lips turned up in a little smile. I wondered if I looked that way when casually glancing at Natalie. If I did, I was sending dangerous signals for others to pick up. The thought concerned me as I trailed behind Kate on the way to her old, beaten-up Honda Accord. Being aware of my expressions was most of the battle, however, and I felt confident I'd be able to control them.

Natalie needed friends, I needed to get back at her for movie night.

Wheels turned in my mind and a plan formed.

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I sat on Natalie's bed, gazing out of the window, pretending to be bored. Doris liked the central air up and at the beginning of August I was a little chilly in my own home.

Bright sunshine flooded the backyard, illuminating bright green grass while creating pools of olive shadow. Doris's tomato plants scattered droplets of bright red amid the wash of earth tones.

"Wear whatever you want," I said after a yawn, "but you look amazing in the blue skirt."

I had crafted that one carefully so as to make it sound off-hand. Of course she looked great in the blue skirt, everyone knew that. Natalie glanced over her shoulder at me, a satisfied smile playing across her pretty face. She loved compliments like that, ate them up with a spoon.

"It's a Rebecca Taylor Tech Flounce Skirt and it's periwinkle, you heathen. Did you grow up in a barn?" she teased as she laid the skirt out on the bed beside me.

"None of that made any sense to me. What's 'tech' about a skirt? Does it have a microchip in it that takes up-skirt videos?"

She rolled her eyes. "You wish."

"I do, but what's 'tech' about it?"

"You wouldn't understand."

True that. I shifted on the bed, liking the spring in her mattress and the soft caress of her down comforter. The comforter was a calming off-white, like the walls, and her pink bed sheets and pillow covers gave it all a very feminine feel.

"Mini golf, dinner, and then ... whatever. Sometimes we go out to Charlie's, but since you aren't twenty-one—"

"Josh, I've got a fake ID." She held up a blouse and examined it as if seeing it for the first time. "Are you trying to set me up with Cal? He's cute and all, but he's not my type."

I was relieved to hear her say so. Among all of us Cal was the best with girls, though that wasn't saying much. "No, I just thought you'd like to hang with us."

She smiled at me. "That's sweet of you. Does Kate wear skirts?"

It took me a moment to compose myself. If someone held a hand gun to Kate's head and threatened to kill her, maybe, but she'd consider trying to disarm him first. I shrugged. "Sometimes. I don't know." Natalie's competitive nature would get the better of her. She wanted to be the prettiest girl in our group.

Natalie nodded to herself as if the subject was decided. "All right, get out. I need to try these on."

"I can't stay and watch?"

She blushed. "Out."

"Fine, be like that." I stood up. "We're going at three. I'll be downstairs. If you feel the need to model—"

"I can take it from here, thanks."

I started to leave, but she stopped me with a hand on my arm. She leaned in, and I got a faint whiff of flowery perfume. She gave me a feathery kiss. The feel of her soft, warm lips brushing mine sent a thrill all the way down to my crotch. "Thank you for inviting me," she whispered.

I felt bad then. Not a lot bad, just a little. If I knew her, and I thought I did, she'd enjoy herself.

"Anything for my little sister," I said and left her room.

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We were at fifth hole of the second course when I got my opportunity. Cal and Ellis were back at the fourth hole arguing, as usual, about the rules while Kate and Martin were trying to fish Kate's orange ball out of a pond. Natalie had moved on to the next hole, which was behind a fake plastic farmhouse.

I came up behind Natalie, a man with a plan, and wrapped my arms about her waist. With my body pressed up against hers, I said, "I never got to thank you for movie night."

She squirmed in my embrace, rubbing her backside against my crotch. "You don't have to," she whispered back. Her voice was a bit throaty. I noted and was pleased I had made an immediate impact.

"Yes, I do." I let one of my hands drift down to the juncture between her legs and pressed lightly against her skirt. "I really do." I glanced around us, trees and the other artificial obstacles on the course gave us some semblance of privacy, but you never could tell. I'd need to hurry.

"Bad boy." She smacked at my hand. "People can see."

Not 'don't touch me there' or 'this isn't right', but 'someone might see.' A bold giddiness overwhelmed me. She liked it, and why wouldn't she, considering what she'd done to me on movie night.

I reached down, below the level of her skirt, and placed my hands on her bare thighs. They were silky smooth and warm. I felt her muscles tense beneath my palms. "I know just how to get you back."

She swiveled her head toward me grinning. "Josh, the others will—"

I moved my hands up, pushing her skirt up with them. All the way up to her hips. Her panties were smooth, thin cotton. I grasped the waistband and pulled down in one swift motion.

Natalie gasped, her mouth transforming into an 'o' of surprise, like the one I'd seen on her face the night I caught her masturbating in the living room. Her thighs clamped shut, panties caught just above her knees.

I knelt behind her. "Come on, Nat, before my friends see." A gust of wind fluttered her skirt exposing, for a brief time, the soft swell of her naked butt cheeks.

Her cute little whimper made my cock jump. Smooth knees parted and I slid the lavender panties to her ankles. She didn't need me to tell her to step out of them. I snatched the underwear, gave the cloth a quick sniff, and stuffed them in my pocket.

Face flushed, hands clenched, Natalie muttered, "I can't believe you just did that." There was no outrage in her tone. I heard wonder, excitement, maybe a little fear, but no outrage. Her breath had quickened.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her waist again, pulling her against me, pressing my erection against her butt. "How does that feel?" I asked.

"Like I don't have enough on. Exposed. It's sexy, but ... Josh, my skirt's light and it's a windy day. I might ... might flash someone."

"Hopefully me."

She blushed and wiggled against me again. "I have to bend to get my golf ball ... it's mini-golf, Josh. There's lots of bending involved."

I squeezed her butt through her skirt. "Yeah, I know. I'll be watching."

"So mean to me," she said with a smile in her voice.

Mini-golf, which I had always found rather dull, became far more interesting. Natalie's game deteriorated to comic levels. She kept her hands on her skirt whenever possible, and if the wind kicked up her eyes grew in proportion. Pouty glances my way satisfied and aroused me. She'd retrieve her ball by bending at the knees, not her waist, but it was impossible to do without spreading her legs ... something she refused to do. By the fifteenth hole, she knelt each time like a fatigued football player. Her predicament fogged my mind with lust. On the last whole she dropped her club when a particularly large gust of wind caught her skirt. She bit her lip and gave me a pleading look.

My friends were oblivious. Laughing, joking, trash-talking. All except Kate who had her eyes on the two of us a little too often for my comfort.

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I managed to pull Natalie off to the side, near the parking lot, while we waited for our table at Abudanza Ristorante. Cal and Kate argued football, while Martin and Ellis debated SciFi shows. Pretty normal, all things considered.

Pale orange sunlight, the type you can only get in mid-August around six, shone in Natalie's pretty face. The air was heavy with heat and humidity, and held a whiff of gasoline from a nearby station. Traffic rumbled to our left, as constant as an ocean tide.

"We're going to get a booth. Slide in first and I'll sit next to you," I said.

"Give my panties back." She held up a hand close to her chest, so the others couldn't see. "Please?"

"When we're all seated and no one can see, I want you to pull your skirt out from under your butt." The thought of her naked butt cheeks on the cold plastic booth cushion titillated me and I wasn't sure why. Mostly I wanted her to feel vulnerable as well as exposed.

"Please, Josh?" she whined. "I can't. It's too embarrassing."

"That's the point."

"But I'm ... I'm ..." Natalie bit her lip. "I just need them back."

Her discomfort sent electricity through me. A light bulb went on in my mind. "Are you wet?" I whispered.

She looked up at me from beneath long lashes, her expression pouty and submissive, then back down at her feet. "Maybe. Please, Josh? I don't want anyone to know."

I had her, and we both knew it. "Do what I tell you, and I'll give them back."

"All right," Natalie said in a soft voice. A skirl of wind tugged at her skirt, and her hands flew down to it immediately. I wondered if she'd ever wear a skirt again after today.

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It was a close call. We almost didn't get a booth, but I insisted on it. The servers made us wait an extra five minutes for it. No one challenged me on it, thankfully, because I couldn't think of a single innocent reason why I didn't want a table. Cal and Kate's debate over Hall of Fame quarterbacks drew Martin and Ellis away from Star Wars talk. Only Natalie noticed my request for a booth instead of a table. She offered me a thin lipped smile, but said nothing.

We'd been to Abundanza many times before and I knew the tables. The booths were long, but space was at a premium and everything was a little cramped. Natalie maneuvered her way into the booth first and I had to shoulder past Kate to sit next to her.

Natalie's thigh brushed mine as she adjusted herself. Our heads were in our menus, and I was sure I was the only one to take note of it. The padded seat burped a little as she moved on it. I listened, only pretending to read the menu. I knew what I wanted ... and it wasn't food.

Under the table, my hand brushed her knee, then slid up her thigh to her skirt. I explored a little and found she had done exactly as I asked. I couldn't see it, but I felt her skirt pooled around her hips. A quick glance at her face, revealed wide deer-in-the-headlights eyes and daintily-parted lips. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable, so mine, that it took all my will power not to groan. Instead, I slipped my hand between her upper thighs, and found it immediately trapped by soft, warm skin. I wiggled my fingers a little trying to force my hand further up, but she had clamped her thighs together tight. She licked her lips, and surreptitiously, but gently, removed my hand.

We ordered our food and drinks, and gabbed with one another, as old friends will do, about nothing. Martin with his thin-rimmed glasses and Cal with his high school quarterback good looks were peering at Ellis's phone. An exploration of NFL statistics at a restaurant that can only be accomplished in the digital age. Kate didn't need no stinking statistics to back up her claims, and the debate raged on. Natalie interjected now and then, but she knew very little about football.

I was busy tormenting Natalie under the table. My hand returned to her thighs, and slid under her tech skirt. I felt the first signs of moisture on her legs. Natalie's cheeks became stained with a pink, rosy glow. She brushed absently at a strand of wispy hair and fixed her eyes out the window at the parking lot.

I caressed her upper thighs, and then something amazing happened. She quietly, and smoothly parted them for me.

Curly damp hair lay over top a soft, hot mound. I found her slit, and moved my fingers up and down, ever so slowly. Natalie clenched and relaxed her thighs again and again. Her right hand rested on my thigh, and tightened each time my middle finger dragged up the center of her pussy. She felt so good, so perfect. Intermingled with my lust was the fear of being noticed—by my friends, who weren't stupid, or by a passing waitress or customer. It only stoked my desire. I wondered if I could make Natalie cum for me without anyone noticing. Probably not, but putting her in that predicament seemed to me the most erotic thing in the world.

Our food came and I had to pull my hand away. Natalie sighed and leaned her head against my shoulder.

"Tired, Nat?" Cal asked her. They had taken to calling her Nat too.

"Yeah, a little," she replied in a dreamy voice. "Didn't get much sleep last night."

My fingers were wet with her juices, but instead of wiping them on my napkin, I slid them in my mouth one after another, casually as if I had gotten some tomato sauce on them. It's difficult to describe the taste of her. Like a weak but musky sweet-and-sour sauce. I loved it, knowing the source, and wanted more.

Natalie's dainty cough sounded fake, and a little like a whimper.

Dinner was rich and flavorful, as it always is at Abundanza. Not great Italian food but good, and in large portions. Chicken marsala over rigatoni kept my focus for a time. I behaved while I ate, allowing Natalie and I to participate in the good natured banter going back and forth across the table. It was all camouflage, of course. Natalie's bare thigh, unnecessarily pressed against mine, had my mind buzzing.

Near the end of the meal, I wiped my hands on my napkin. It had been draped over my lap, doing double duty by concealing my erection. My left hand strayed to her smooth thigh again, warm and inviting as before, and slid under her skirt. Natalie left herself open for me and, again, I stroked her. A glance at my step-sister showed a glazed expression, her eyes seeming to look through her half-eaten veal parmesan and dinner plate. This time, unlike last, when I moved my hand away she clamped her thighs together, trying to keep it there. I smiled happily and pulled my fingers from her silky, tempting trap.

"I need to use the ladies room," Natalie said to me, nodding for me to get up and let her out of the booth.

"Are you all right, Nat?" Kate asked as she stood first to let me out.

"Yeah, I'm just headachey, that's all." Her face was flushed, eyes darting between Kate and I. She fumbled a bit as she slid out of the booth, no doubt trying to scoop her skirt into a semblance of normalcy before anyone noticed.

"I'll go with you," Kate said, and the two of them left.

"Doesn't matter if one is a lesbian, girls always go the bathroom in groups," Martin said. "I wonder if anyone has studied the phenomena." From anyone else I'd have thought it was a joke, but Martin wasn't kidding.

"To the internet!" Ellis exclaimed, and produced his iPhone again.

"Don't ask Siri. That's just weird," I said.

"Oh, I'm asking Siri. That's what my digital girlfriend is for."

"You've asked her for a blow job, haven't you?" Cal asked with an arched eyebrow

"She was vaguely negative on that subject," Ellis replied deadpan.

"Get used to that," I said, and got a round of laughs.

Kate returned alone at the same time as the check. We divvied it up and I kicked in Natalie's portion.

"Is she OK?" I asked Kate.

"Nat's fine. She'll be back soon. It's cute that you worry about her, though."

I shrugged. "I could've done a lot worse for a step-sister. I'm going to use the men's room, any of you gents want to come too?"

"I could pee," Cal said, "but after that, I'll wait."

Ellis looked up from his iPhone. "The internet is abuzz over this, but no credible research has been done on it."

"On what?" Kate scowled at him.

I left for the men's room before I got drawn back into the fun.

A small darkened hallway at the rear of the restaurant led to the bathrooms. Natalie stood at the far end. When I approached her, she held out her hand and whispered, "my panties, please."

I shook my head, grinning. "I don't know—"

She punched my arm and moved very close to me. The tips of her breasts brushed my chest. "One minute. That's all I needed. One more minute. You don't leave a girl hanging like that, Josh. I had to finish the job myself."




The Taming of Natalie Ch. 04



I wasn't sure if I was more disappointed or more relieved. "Could you have done it quietly?"

"Maybe. I don't know." Natalie grabbed a handful of my shirt, stood on tiptoes and kissed me. Her lips, soft and warm, briefly sucked at mine. The tip of her tongue flirted on the edge of sliding into my mouth. I opened for her, but she pushed away. My cock hardened and I couldn't help a frustrated groan. "Don't leave a girl hanging, Josh. Give back my panties."

"I'm going to keep them for the rest of the night." I hadn't decided right up until that moment whether I'd give them back or not. It was too much fun teasing her, and I wanted to keep it going.

She scowled, her eyebrows canting, lips pressed together in disapproval. "Fine. Be that way."

We decided to go to Charlie's after I told them about Natalie's fake ID, but Natalie threw us a curveball in the parking lot outside Abundanza.

"I would, but my head hurts too much. Next time, OK?"

Murmured agreement from everyone, and my friends hugged her one after the other. Cal took too long in the embrace. My surge of jealousy, tinged with anger, surprised me. Cal had his pick of several women if he wanted a girlfriend, or so he said—he didn't need to hit on my sister. Through gritted teeth, I reminded myself that at the end of the day, Natalie was going to be two doors down from me at home. Maybe it was best she was skipping the bar. Who knew what choices she'd make when drunk?

Kate drove her back, and Martin and I went along for the ride. Natalie sat in the front, which frustrated me to no end. I wanted to touch her again, make another statement. Remind her, and myself, that she was mine. Cal might be taller and better looking, but Natalie kissed me. I had her panties in my pocket.

Natalie got out, said her goodbyes, and blew a kiss to the car as we pulled away. Dusk had set in, the colors of our house dulled by the fading light. I watched Natalie sashay back up our front walkway, her cute butt wiggling as she did. There was nothing tech about that skirt.

"I like your sister," Martin said.

I glanced at him. His eyes had been on her backside as well.

From the front seat, Kate laughed.



The Taming of Natalie Ch. 05



It started off as a tiny pinprick of discomfort, and grew throughout the night.

Charlie's was the same as always. A darkened bar with TV sets mounted high and always tuned to games no one watched. The clamor of people chatting loud over one another. Unnaturally vivid green pool tables felt bathed in fluorescent light. The smack of pool balls striking and the constant dinging of the pinball machines in the back. Heavy air, scented with beer and cigarette smoke, hung over everything.

The five of us snagged a booth near the back and ordered pitchers of cheap beer. We played darts, pinball and pool. We bantered and joked. Lacking the motivation or courage to forge out into the unknown, we stayed within our comfortable little clique. Outside the five of us, there be dragons. We got drunk, all of us except for Martin who was our designated driver, and a good time was had by all. Everyone except me. The discomfort grew.

For those who can't imagine my internal struggles, I'll spell it out for you.

Wanting to fuck your sister is wrong. Even when she's your step-sister. Even when it looks like she wants to fuck you. Even when it feels like the most 'right' thing there's ever been. That's the root of it.

That, of course, led to a very important question. Why did it feel so right? Why did I need Natalie so badly? I had impulse control and had denied myself things I've wanted in the past. So, why? Because it was sex—'the temptation of the flesh'? I wouldn't be the trillionth human being to experience that failing. But I could tell lust from love. I didn't spend hours analyzing every little thing a girl does when I simply lusted after her. Natalie had gotten under my skin and burrowed her way into my heart while I fantasized about her body.

So if it's wrong to want to fuck Natalie. Is it even more wrong to love her and want to fuck her? Or is it more acceptable that way? Does the degree of 'wrongness' matter? Everyone's a judge, whether they admit it or not, with or without evidence and testimony.

Guilt is a terrible, recursive process. There was a part of my mind that kept telling me what I was feeling was very wrong. I wanted to shut that part down. Yank out the cords, cut the power to it, and cram it in a closet so far back that I'd forget it ever existed. That would be convenient ... peaceful, but I hadn't yet, and didn't know how. Worse, I knew I wanted to and the desire for self-deception soured my stomach. Guilt grew in such lush environs.

Then there was the jealousy. I shouldn't feel so possessive of a girl I had no right to claim. It wasn't just that I wanted to fuck my step-sister's brains out on a daily basis, or that my heart yearned for her—I wanted her to be mine and no one else's. I'll say it, though it sounds ugly. I wanted to own her.

Natalie had said, straight to my face, that Cal wasn't her type. That should be enough. That should be more than enough. But somehow it wasn't. They got along, that much was plain and Cal wasn't related to her. If they wanted to date, they wouldn't need to hide anything. If they started having sex, they could tell anyone at any time.

It didn't have to be Cal either. Cal wasn't her type, but other men were. What if Natalie started dating someone else? A handsome guy with an office job, blue eyes and a nice smile. What if he showed up at the house to pick her up? What if she introduced him to me? What if she snuck him up to her room and they fucked—and I could hear them through the thin enclosure between our closets.

Natalie could have a normal open relationship, including sex, with any single man except me. If we continued on, exploring down the path I wanted to travel, Natalie and I would always need to keep our relations on the down low. It'd always be a dirty, shameful secret. The taboo would stain what he had, even if we loved one another.

And there it was. I didn't know if she had the same feelings for me as I did for her.

I'd be a real chump if I dumped all these emotions on her and she turned to me with a smile and a raised eyebrow, and said, "We were just playing around. It doesn't mean anything. I thought you knew."

Or worse, if her expression was sad and pitying. "Oh, Josh, that's so sweet, but I don't think of you like that."

The thought of my feelings being one-sided sent an awful spike of discomfort through me, hollowing my stomach.

My fuzzy, drunk mind couldn't handle the thought of it, rearing like a panicked steed. Worst case scenarios are easy for me to imagine and the most difficult to wipe from my mind.

I couldn't let her meet someone else without first presenting my case, without showing her what we could be. Our potential hovered around the two of us just waiting to be taken. Between the meaningless games of pool and darts, I convinced myself Natalie and I could overcome the difficulties imposed by a clandestine relationship.

By midnight I was making slurry excuses. I wanted to go home. Just wanted to go home. But there was one car and Martin was driving. So if I left, we'd all have to leave. A half hour later the five of us exited Charlie's, stumbling and bumping into one another through the parking lot. Martin herded us like a sheep dog, and never once complained. 

Martin offered to do things for us just because he liked us. He was a good guy and I didn't say it enough. So, I told him on the way out to his car. It wasn't an 'I love you, man' but it was close.

It occurred to me that I could head trouble off at the pass by telling Cal he wasn't Natalie's type. Only a drunken mind would consider such a ham-fisted, self-destructive comment. Fortunately, I chickened out.

We packed into Martin's Lexus. It was a new car and smelled it. Smooth plastic and firm seats held us in its mute embrace for the ride home, and we fogged the windows with our beer-soaked breath. Martin dropped Cal off first—which was a relief because the guy let out farts that could kill vegetation—and then pulled into my development. I said my goodbyes, waved as they pulled away, and staggered up the walkway to my parent's front door.

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It's embarrassing coming home drunk to your parent's house when you're an adult. I'm twenty-two, responsible, and home for the summer. I can drink if I want. But there's always that little niggling voice in the back of your head saying that you're taking advantage of your parent's hospitality and you should get your own place.

My father and Doris lazed on the couch, watching TV when I entered. I tried to act calm and sober. Drunks never understand that there's nothing more obvious than an inebriated person imitating a sober one.

"Have a good time with your friends?" my father asked. The glow from the TV screen accentuated every line on his oval face.

"I did. Tired, though. I should get to bed," I said in my best sober voice.

The two of them chuckled at me. "Drink some water before you do, honey," Doris said.

"Night." I actually waved to them as I passed through.

Back in my room, I stripped down to T-shirt and boxers, and listened at my closet but heard nothing. Swallowing hard, I gathered my courage and slipped out of my room, closing the door behind me. I crept down the hall, hoping the floorboard wouldn't creak and provide some evidence to my parents downstairs.

I didn't knock, I just opened Natalie's door, slunk in without looking and closed it behind me. After a moment's pause, I locked it and stood in the dark, letting my eyes adjust. My heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and fear. I was doing this, I was really doing it.

Pale, silvery light washed in through the window on the opposite wall. Natalie lay under her covers, on her side facing away from me, hair spilled on her pillow. I crept to her bed, pulled up the covers and slipped underneath. In moments I was pressed up against her back, my erection nestling between her firm butt cheeks. She stirred, mumbling something incoherent, when I cupped a breast with my hand. It was warm and pliant. I massaged it through her nightshirt, and when that wasn't enough slipped my hand underneath to caress the bare skin.

She let out a cute little moan, tensed and rotated her body toward me. In a sleepy voice she asked, "Josh?"

"Yeah, it's me," I said and kissed her neck.

I didn't get a response other than her quickened breath, so I continued to feather kisses along her outstretched neck and fondle her breast. Her nipple rose and poked at my palm, while her body wriggled against me.

Natalie bit her lower lip. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a far-away voice.

The question sounded ridiculous, even drunk. "What's it feel like?"

Natalie's nightshirt was loose and thin. I slid it up over her breasts, delighting in the view of her pale curves in the dim light. I kissed down the swell of a breast and circled an areola with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, my palm grazed silky skin down to her taut stomach. She moaned, her entire body shuddering. Taking that as approval, I repeated the circle several more times before placing my lips over the hardened nipple. Gentle tugs preceded playful flicks of my tongue.

She whimpered and thin fingers ran through my hair. "Oh God ... Josh ... "

Overcome by lust, I let my hand slide down over her abdomen, expecting to encounter the waistband of her panties. She wasn't wearing any. The thrill of discovery emboldened me, and I ventured further south to comb through her pubic hair with my fingers. Her hips rose up, pressing her mound against my hand. My middle finger found her slit and pressed in. Warm and lightly damp, her outer folds seemed to suck at my finger as I drew it up in a slow tease. Her clit was another puffy little nub under a small, protective hood of silken flesh. I grazed over it repeatedly.

Natalie's soft cries of pleasure made my cock throb.

After my fourth trip down and up her hot, wet slit, I added a second finger, stretching her labia apart a bit more. She reacted by gyrating her hips against my fingers and jamming the nearest pillow into her face, muffling her moans.

I wanted, suddenly, to tell her how much I wanted her, how much I cared for her. A sober man would know that my actions stated that quite clearly, but my mind was still fuzzy. When I tried to tell her, her hand tensed on the back of my head, pushing my lips back onto her nipple.

Her smooth entrance beckoned my fingers. At first I only teased it, circling it with pressure, but when Natalie pushed her hips up again, two fingers found their way inside her. Immediately, I felt her walls squeeze against the intrusion, relax and squeeze again. It felt heavenly, even on my fingers. I pushed them into her slowly, up past the first knuckle, and then curled them on the way out. I repeated this over and over, her body quivering each time I pulled out. Then I added my thumb to her clit, just because I could.

Her legs spread wide for me, knees skimming the bed sheets to either side, heels touching, and toes curling. Muffled moans came faster from behind Natalie's pillow. Her pleasure exhilarated me. I couldn't get enough and lost track of time.

My fingers made quiet squishing noises as I manipulated Natalie's sodden pussy. Her buried moans intensified. Finally, she peeked her head from behind the pillow and said in a shaky voice, "Oh ... oh, Josh ... going to ... make me cum."

Moments later, she released an enticing, whimpery cry into her pillow. Her vaginal muscles spasmed against my fingers, pussy bathing my digits in her hot juice. It lasted a long time, her body rippling against me. She kicked her covers off, her toes still curled. I continued to play with her until her orgasm subsided. When it finally ended, her entire body relaxed, melting against me.

I lifted my mouth from her nipple and propped my head up on an elbow, satisfied with what I had done. It felt like a staked claim.

Natalie shifted the pillow off her face and reached up to stroke my stubbled cheek with a trembling hand. Her adoring gaze made me smile.

For the second time that day, I licked her wetness off my fingers as she watched.

The sight of her mostly nude body had my cock painfully erect. My balls ached.

No, this couldn't be wrong. Nothing that felt this good, this perfect, could possibly be wrong.

"I've never cum that hard before," she whispered and then giggled. She pulled my head closer, and her lips sought mine. She sucked on my lower lip, then on the upper as we kissed. Our tongues flirted with one another, and my hand once again found a breast. Our breathing quickened as we made out.

I climbed between her spread legs and managed to free my straining cock from my boxers before she stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"We can't," she whispered, tears in her voice.

"Can't what? We just did," I replied in a hushed voice.

"I want you inside me, I really do—"

"I've got condoms."

"I'm on the pill, Josh." She swallowed a tiny sob. "I mean, I just can't. We're related."

"By a piece of paper, Nat."

"If we fuck, what does that make me?"

"My lover." I leaned down to her and kissed her again. She must have liked my response because she kissed back, her tongue sliding between my welcoming lips.

Also, it makes you mine, I thought.

Natalie wrapped a hand around my freed cock. Her palm was warm and smooth, but moved with a deliberate firmness, stroking up and down. A delicious friction built up along the head and shaft of my cock. My head swam, the sensation almost too much to bear. Natalie's urgent pumping felt better than I expected, better than my feeble motions ever had—conjuring a wild thrumming heat throughout my lower body.

My need to orgasm rose. I broke away from our kisses and tried to stop her. If I came, I'd need time before I could become hard again, and that meant we'd have to wait. In that time, she could have second thoughts or the mood could be lost. More importantly, I wanted, more than anything, to feel the head of my cock push into her warm depths. Anything delaying that had to be avoided.

But Natalie had other ideas and wouldn't let me stop her. Each time her fingers slid over the head of my cock a rush of ecstasy hit me. My rapture swelled, pouring through me. Before long, I found myself right on the edge, little pinpricks of iridescent light popping in my vision.

"Cum on me, Josh," she begged. "Please."

So I did and the release was exquisite. My cock pulsed beneath her hand, shooting a stream of semen into the air. She pulled my shaft down so the rest splattered against her stomach and breasts. I watched her guide my spurts, my mind foggy from the euphoria flooding me. She pumped me dry, her mouth hanging open in delighted wonder.

When it was all over, I groaned and let myself slump off to the side.

Natalie licked her lips, ran manicured fingers through my cum and sampled me. She hummed her approval, and went back for seconds.

"Ten. Fifteen minutes max," I said in desperation.

Natalie rolled to face me. "No, Josh ... we can't. Not like this." My seed dripped lasciviously down her creamy skin.

She couldn't be serious. After that? A spark of anger bloomed in my chest, but I knew arguing would be futile and apt to destroy what we had just built.

"How?" I didn't like the whiny sound of my own voice.

"I've thought this over and—"

"and what?" Here it comes, I thought. I braced myself for the hammer blow. She had been thinking about our future and knew it couldn't be.

"I've always had this fantasy ..." she trailed off, staring into my eyes. Her expression seemed fragile, even in the dim light. It made me want her all the more, if that was even possible. "Maybe you could bring it to life."

Relief flowed through me. "Anything," I said and meant it.

"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if ... you know ... you made me."

"What? I'm not going to make you do anything you don't—"

Natalie put a finger against my lips. "If you tied me up and I was helpless. You could do anything you wanted to me, and it wouldn't be my fault." Her smile turned mischievous.

"Nat, that's the dumbest thing I've—"

Again her finger tapped my lips. "Shut up, Josh. I'm telling you that you can tie me up and have your way with me."

"Is that what you want?" I asked quietly, trying to wrap my head around her purposeful self-deception.

"Yes." She bit her lip, looking younger than her nineteen years. "It makes me hot just thinking about it."

"But if you want it, isn't that—" She arched an eyebrow and I knew I would be better off letting it go. "I'll find something to tie you up."

"Not now, you idiot," she hissed. "We can't with our parents downstairs. I want to be as loud as I need, and not have to stuff a pillow in my face each time you make me cum." Both our smiles widened at the use of the word 'each'. "And you too. You were too noisy before. We have to wait until they're gone."

There weren't many times when the two of us were alone in the house together. Doris had settled into the role of a homemaker and my father's hours were wildly irregular. Natalie and I had summer jobs, which kept us out of the house for most of the day, though they'd be ending soon with September fast approaching.

There was one obvious exception.

"Their honeymoon week," I whispered.

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed. "I've always fantasized about being owned by a lusty, handsome boy. Controlled, toyed with, used." She leaned in and kissed me tenderly, her lips soft and wet. "Like you did today. Could you do that to me for a whole week?"

I knew I could. It had been a reoccurring daydream of mine over these past months, and today I had gone further than I thought possible. "Yes," I said, nodding slowly, but I began to wonder which of us would turn out to be the owner by week's end.

Natalie reached down and caressed my limp cock. It responded immediately, hardening as her fingers played along my elongating shaft. The familiar velvety sensation shot a sensual thrill up my body, and I groaned again. She broke eye contact to watch my member respond to her touch. The sensitive head brushed her bare thigh, an inch or less from her wet pussy, like a torpedo just missing its intended target.

"Less than ten minutes, it appears," she said, obviously pleased. "We're going to have a lot of fun with this."

"We can be quiet, I swear."

Natalie shook her head, dashing my hopes. "Too risky. I'll be yours, Josh. You just have to wait until our parents go on their honeymoon."

The thought of playing bondage games with Natalie, alone in the house for an entire week, made me tremble in anticipation. "They leave in six days."

"I know. Now get back to your room without them seeing you."

I kissed her, before sliding off the bed. After pulling my boxers back up around my hips, I glanced back at her from the door and was again awestruck at her beauty. She lay almost naked, pale-skinned, her nightshirt shoved up to bunch above her breasts. The dark patch of her pussy drew my eyes. She followed my gaze, and coyly put a delicate hand over it, feigning modesty. It drew a groan from me. How was I going to last six days?

I unlocked her door, cracked it to peek out, and then slipped into the empty hallway. When I passed by our parents room, and their closed door, I heard my father snoring inside. Fear gripped me. Our parents must have come upstairs and went to bed without either Natalie or I knowing. What if they had heard us? What if Doris had wanted to check up on Natalie? Or if either of them had peered into my room to see if I was OK after my night of drinking only to find me gone? If any of those things had happened, Natalie and I would have known about it. It would have been a complete disaster. It would have ruined all our lives.

Do you ever feel weak in the knees considering something terrible that didn't happen, but nearly had? The worst case 'what if'? I did, standing there in the hall, and the sudden need to throw up hit me. I turned back and dashed into the bathroom. I spent five minutes, dizzy and panting, over an open toilet waiting for the contents of my stomach to boil up. They didn't, and eventually I made my way back to my room.




The Taming of Natalie Ch. 05



It took me about an hour to calm down and in that time I vowed to be more careful. My original plan was to catch Natalie before the honeymoon, while our parents were out of the house, but even that seemed too risky now.

I forced my mind to more pleasant thoughts, slid my boxers down, and stroked my cock thinking about all the wonderful, delicious ways I would use my submissive step-sister.