Kylie was oblivious to what she was doing to me. That, or she just didn’t care. I was actually leaning toward the latter, since she hadn’t done anything about her shirt when I’d mentioned it.
“You’re a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?” I said.
“Rude.”
“Well you are.”
Kylie shrugged and nestled more snugly against me. Her butt got just a little more uncovered in the process.
I was helpless against the allure of her bared bottom. I’d seen it before, in brief flashes and glimpses, but never had to deal with her so flagrantly showing off like this. It could be considered a minor thing, I supposed, but it wasn’t minor to me.
I wasn’t sure what made me do it. It was most likely a mixture of wanting to startle her, and giving in to the pervy side of me that Kylie never helped to repress the way I would have liked. I was only human, after all. Morals and decency only went so far.
My hand slid down easily to Kylie’s ass. I cupped her soft little bum and gave it a tender squeeze. To my mild annoyance, she didn’t even flinch.
“Still nothing?” I asked.
“Enh. It’s fine.”
“I’m groping you.”
“I know. You enjoying it?”
“I… honestly don’t have an answer for that.”
“You don’t?”
“It’s complicated.”
She nodded slowly against my chest. “Yes. I s’pose it would be.” She breathed out slowly, her eyes closing partway. “I kinda like it.”
“Oh god.” I pulled my hand away. “This has backfired really quite badly.”
“Trying to annoy me again? Make me call you names?”
“Kinda, yeah.”
“And get a feel in the process?”
I flushed. “Maybe.”
Kylie chuckled softly. “Ever think that maybe you’re hoping I’ll punish you because you think you deserve it? Not because it’s, like, normal or whatever you keep babbling about?”
“That’s certainly a possibility.”
Kylie stayed where she was. So did I, though it was hard to say how much of that was because she was pinning me down, and how much was because I didn’t want to move.
She felt nice against me. I moved my hand back to her ass, and that felt nice too. Even the soft scent of her hair added to the bewitching coziness, despite its habitual disarray.
We remained entangled until the movie ended. I thought we might not move even then, but midway through the credits Kylie finally groaned, stretched, and rolled off me. She straightened out her shirt as she stood, then padded away without looking back.
I watched her go, eyes fixed in the hem of her shirt in the back. There were no more flashes of butt cheek to reward my efforts, however. Just Kylie wandering around with the bare minimum of modesty, as per usual.
It annoyed me that I was half hard and had to adjust myself slightly before tailing after my oblivious seductress of a sister.
Kylie was right back to painting. She’d set aside her nude self-portrait and hadn’t taken her clothes off again. Which just meant she was still wearing her barely adequate shirt.
“I should probably take off, I guess,” I said.
“You don’t have to,” Kylie said.
She didn’t look at me, but I didn’t take it personally. She was eyeing a fresh canvas, and I understood the sort of distraction that entailed in her head.