AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a heads-up: his chapter is heavy on plot, light on sex. As a result, you should read the previous chapters Thanks for reading!
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-NATALIE-
Andy and I needed to talk. I was sick of him being cold to me and I needed an explanation. I needed my best friend back, with or without the sexual relationship.
Once I had showered and put on my face, I decided to wear my new dress, which I hoped would grab Andy's attention. It wasn't risqué or anything, but it was more skin than I was used to showing with my semi-formal attire.
The dress was dark blue and cut off upper-mid thigh. It was low-cut and showed off my cleavage, or as much cleavage as I could possibly show. It was dresses like that, which made me wish I had Jessica's breasts. She had such a sexy, womanly figure, while I was stuck with this little girly one. Regardless, the dress looked great and I was ready to take on the day.
I walked down the hall, but stopped to knock on Andy's door. I figured that this was as good a time as any and it'd be good to get it out of the way.
I knocked a few times, before Andy poked his sleepy head out. He was shirtless and wearing just a pair of flannel pajama pants.
"What is it?" Andy mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning! Can we talk?" I asked, in my most cheery voice.
"About what?"
"About... us."
Andy rolled his eyes. "Not now, Natalie, later."
"Okay, but can we talk today?"
"Alright, fine."
And with that, Andy shut the door in my flabbergasted face. What did I do to make Andy like this? I decided to just let it go. Maybe he just needed to wake up. I wished he had noticed my dress, though.
Wandering into the kitchen, I noticed that I really was the first one up. I looked at the clock on the microwave to see that it was 10:00. We really needed to get Thanksgiving dinner started.
I went back upstairs and tapped lightly on Jessica's door to see if she was awake. I opened the door a little to see that she was fast asleep.
I shut her door, sighed, then went downstairs to start Thanksgiving dinner alone.
-ANDY-
If Natalie was trying to get my attention in that dress, it worked. She looked stunning and sexy. It was a casual one, but she managed to still make it elegant and gorgeous.
I wished she would just leave me alone. It was difficult to look in her adorable, sweet face and keep telling her to fuck off. We did need to talk, but I wanted to put it off as long as possible. I didn't want to look in her face when I told her I didn't love her, romantically. I didn't think I loved her in that way, at least.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go back to sleep. My mind kept wandering back to Natalie in that dress and out of that dress. She had the cutest, sexiest body I'd ever fucked (since high school).
If she wasn't my sister, I would have been fucking her a long time ago, maybe even married her. It was the fact that she was my baby sister that made the whole thing a clusterfuck.
Natalie had always clung to me and worshipped everything about me. She was always there for me and it felt wrong to be taking advantage of her like I had been doing. I hoped I could tell her all that in a gentle way, when the time came. The last thing I wanted to do was break her heart.
-JESSICA-
I forgot how comfortable my bed at home was. The bed in my dorm room was serviceable, but this one was like sleeping on a cloud. No matter how hard I tried to distance myself from this life of luxury, my soft pillow-top mattress always pulled me back in.
The view from my bedroom was a breathtaking view of the canyons behind the house. At night, you could see the twinkling lights of the city off in the distance. Sure, it was a great view, but the instant you step outside, you're miserable.
I looked at my phone to see a couple messages from my roommate, Chloe:
1) HEY, HOW R U? =)
2) HAPPY THANKSGIVING! <3
Before I left, the two of us got drunk while talking about our exes. Chloe had just gotten out of a four-year relationship and I had just ended a two-month one.
Well, one thing led to another and the two of us made out, got naked, and fingered each other. I'll admit, it was hot, but it could never happen again. Chloe was more emotionally fragile and clingy than I was, which made things complicated. I decided to deal with it later and ignore my phone for the moment.
I wandered downstairs to see Natalie cooking and fully dressed in a very cute, short dress that showed a lot more skin than she usually did.
"Well, you look sexy!" I said, to which Natalie blushed.
"Thank you! It's new. I was hoping it looked good! I hope Andy likes it," Natalie continued her cooking, before looking back up at me. "Why aren't you dressed?"
"What time is it?"
"Like, 12:15."
"Shit, I must have slept in. I'll go change." I turned away and started going back upstairs.
"Hurry, please! I need help in here!" Natalie called after me.
As I got ready, I kept thinking back to what Natalie said.
I hope Andy likes it.
Natalie was always needing Andy's approval. It irked me, not because I was jealous of their relationship (even though I was), but because she couldn't make decisions on her own. She always relied on Andy for everything and it wasn't healthy. Andy wasn't always going to be there for her.
However, Natalie was in an incredibly lonely place and she needed Andy the most. With nearly the whole family leaving her, I could only imagine her abandonment issues. I wished I could have stayed and kept her company. If she asked me to move back, I'd say yes in an instant. That's what family's for. Not that that saying applied to our family, apparently.
I got ready and went downstairs to help Natalie cook. We worked on Thanksgiving dinner for a few hours, with Andy occasionally dropping in to help a little. The whole time, though, Natalie seemed to be elsewhere, mentally.
"Natty, are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine! Why?" Natalie replied, snapping out of her little trance.
"You just seem to be distracted by something."
"Oh, no, it's nothing."
"You can tell me."
"I know, but it's stupid. Don't worry about it."
