Chapter 8

Natalie insisted I strip as soon as I came inside. She refused to listen to my protests that I’d be fine. After a minute or two, I just gave up. I left my snow gear by the door and strode to the middle of the living room. I had my back to her, so I dropped my pants, effectively mooning her.

“There,” I said. “Happy?”

I looked back over my shoulder in time to see her walking closer. She smirked at me, which caused me to raise an eyebrow. Then she shocked me by grabbing my ass.

I jumped in surprise.

“Does this hurt?” She squeezed my left ass cheek.

“No, but—”

“What about this?” She grabbed my right cheek.

“Oww!” I lurched forward, and she let go.

“Yeah, you’re going to have a nasty bruise. Let me get some cream.”

“Huh?”

She just smiled and strode off toward her room. I stood there for a moment, my pants around my ankles, feeling stupid. So I figured, ‘what the heck?’ and stripped completely. Then I stood and waited.

“Whoa,” Natalie said when she came back in.

“You’ve seen it,” I shot back.

“Yeah. Turn around.”

I did so and she sank to her knees. A moment later, her fingers lightly touched my bruised ass.

“This should help,” she said as she rubbed a lotion in.

“How do you know?”

“A guy I dated was into BDSM.”

“Really?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“So you did it with him.”

“Yeah. But ... it wasn’t my thing.”

I nodded and just enjoyed her touch. The bruise was hurting less.

Then I felt light fingers on my unbruised ass check. They ran lightly over my skin, here and there. I held my breath. It felt good, really good.

Then the fingers went away.

“Thanks.” I turned, and then froze.

Natalie was still on her knees, which meant my dick dangled in her face. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t completely soft, either.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at it. She moistened her lips. Then she placed one hand on my hip.

My cock started to harden.

She moistened her lips again. She leaned forward—

and then suddenly pulled back.

She shook herself gently. Then she forced a smile and looked up at me. “You’ll be fine. We’ll put some more cream on it after lunch.”

“I haven’t had breakfast.”

“Then we should do that.” She climbed to her feet. “I’m hungry.”

“I suppose I should get dressed.”

“Up to you.”

I couldn’t read her tone, so once again, I chickened out. Instead of following her, staying nude, into the kitchen, I headed off to my own room and dry clothes.

We had a basic breakfast with nothing special. Natalie joked that we should’ve gotten champagne so we could have mimosas. I agreed it was too bad but we did have white wine. Natalie demurred, saying it wouldn’t be the same without bubbles. We ended up talking about breakfast drinks for a while, before we hit a lull in the conversation.

“So...,” I said with a smirk. “BDSM.”

“Heh.” She rolled her eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t let it drop.”

“You’re the one that brought it up.”

She shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. He was one of those classic big hotshot guys out of the bedroom and deep subs inside the bedroom.”

“And you liked that?”

She scoffed. “I didn’t know. Until, you know, too late.”

“Ah. But you gave it a try.”

“Yeah...” She grimaced. “I just...” She sighed and shook her head.

“So what are you into?”

She smirked. “You really want to know?”

I grinned and shrugged.

“If I tell you, you gotta tell me.”

“Deal.” I thought for a moment. “Hot tub conversation?”

She smiled. “Better bring something stronger than wine.”

I mixed a pitcher of vodka screwdrivers, and I made them strong. Not too strong, but enough that you could feel the punch. I brought the pitcher and a couple of glasses and set them by the tub. Then I hemmed and hawed.

I needed to make a move. To let Natalie know that I was interested in her sexually.

But ... how?

She wasn’t just another nightclub pickup where the worst that could happen was a drink thrown in my face. Not that that had ever happened to me. But I smiled at the memory of my friend who’d more than deserved it.

If I was reading the signs right, she was interested, too.

But if I wasn’t?

She was my sister. It’d be awful if I was wrong.

I took a deep breath. This was going to be ... interesting.

Natalie was taking a while, so I decided to just get in the tub, naked of course. I realized I should’ve left my clothes in a warmer part of the cabin, but by the time I figured it out, I just wanted to get in the tub. I settled into my usual spot.

Fortunately, Natalie wasn’t long. She’s pulled her hair back under a barrette and wore her robe.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” she teased.

“I had no idea how long you’d take.”

“Well, I’m here now.”

She slipped off her robe and climbed over the side. Once again, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her body. She grinned but didn’t cover up. I waited until she’d settled in.

She took a sip of her drink and her eyebrows rose. “Strong.”

I shrugged. “Seemed appropriate.”

“I did ask for strong.” She grinned.

“So...,” I said, “what are you into?”

“Mmm ... this is tit for tat, okay?”

I chuckled. “Sure.”

“Well...” She took another sip. “I love oral. Receiving.”

“I figured, with the tattoo.”

“Mmm hmm. And sometimes I really like giving, but that depends on the person, you know?”

“Yeah. Giving ... guys and girls?”

She smirked. “Yeah. But not all guys and not all girls.”

“What makes the difference?”

She thought for a moment. “How responsive they are, and how grateful.”

I chuckled. “I figured that out early.”

“What?”

“That if you’re not grateful for a blowjob, you don’t get another one.”

She grinned. “Exactly. What about you?”

“Well ... I love eating pussy.” I grinned and waggled my eyebrows. “Even more than blowjobs.”

She laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is. The taste, the way she squirms.” I shrugged. “I just really like it.”

“What else do you like?”

“Cowgirl.”

“Ha. Where she does all the work.”

“Nah, it’s not that. I just like playing with her tits while we’re doing it.”

“Mmm. That is fun.”

“Having your tits played with?”

“Playing with them.” She laughed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this!”

“What? That you like playing with tits? Who doesn’t?”

“There is that.”

“Although...” I playfully leered at her. “I’m surprised you don’t like yours played with more. They’re amazing.”

“These?” She eased up enough to bring her nipples out of the water. They were hard. Stiff.

My mouth grew dry.

She laughed and lowered her breasts back into the water. Then she sipped some more of her screwdriver while I tried to calm my beating heart.

“You are so easy,” she teased.

I snorted, having no idea what to say. I still had blood roaring in my ears.

“Even when we were kids.” She smirked. “I knew you were peeking. When I was in the shower.”

“You did?” I gasped.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Oh, God.” My face flushed and I looked away, staring at the wall.

“I didn’t mind.”

“Oh, God,” I repeated.

“It’s okay. I really didn’t mind. You weren’t creepy about it. I got a kick out of it.”

That caught my attention and I turned back to her. “Why?”

“Because.” She shrugged. “It made me feel attractive.”