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?"
