Staying in the Family 14

Nate’s break turned out to be more chores or what Emma referred to as “A crash course in being a girl.” He was made to watch a fifteen minute tutorial makeup video on Emma’s laptop and quizzed at the end. If he got a single question wrong he had to start again. In the end it took him over an hour and a half to pass her makeup test. Afterwards he was given a woman’s magazine, the main topics were fashion but several articles were about how to woo and please “your man”. Like the video, he was quizzed afterwards. When he passed a quiz for that particular magazine he was given another and quizzed about its articles.

After spending the most of the day in painful heeled boots that pinched his toes and constantly corrected on how to walk, how to bend, how to sit or how he should hold his hands when Emma wasn’t barking orders at him, Nate almost found the time he was left alone to study the magazines relaxing. Sitting took pressure off of his poor feet and Emma was silent as she was looking through the next magazine he was expected to read.

When Shaun came back inside an hour later he found Natalie painting Emma’s nails. “Hey?” He was more than a little confused at the scene in front of him.

“Hello!” Emma waved happily with her free hand as Natalie stared intently at Emma’s nails, the corner of her lip perked up and the slight hint of her tongue peaking through the corner of her mouth as she focused.

“Hey.” Nate said without looking at Shaun, too busy trying to be careful as he painted Emma’s nails for the fourth time. Emma suddenly kicked his shin under the table causing him to slip and get paint on the side of her finger.

Before he could say anything Emma asked, “Is that any way to greet your man after he’s been working so hard?” She not so gently reminded her step father about what they had talked about earlier.

“What? I’m good.” Shaun said, not wanting any part of what she was talking about.

Nate knew the answer of course, between the magazines and Emma’s instructions he knew what was expected of him. Nate placed the brush back in the bottle with a sigh and sauntered over to Shaun. Nate quickly grabbed the back of Shaun’s neck and kissed him with force. His tongue forcing its way passed Shaun’s lips. Their tongues briefly danced back and forth as they frenched. When it first happened Shaun stiffened, but quickly he was holding the person with the same force she was holding on to him. The smell of her perfume filled his nostrils, his chest could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. Intellectually he knew they were fake, Natalie was fake, but the way she forced her tongue into his mouth, demanding his attention had something in his pants stiffening like the rest of his body had when it initiated. Nate finally pulled away, ending the kiss with a bright but fake a smile on his lips as he spoke. “Dinner’s in an hour, handsome.” Shaun was stunned once again and could only nod. “You should really shower.” Nate whispered, “I’ve run over cats that smelled better than you do.” He smirked up at the stunned Shaun, enjoying the little jab at him. What little he could get away with, with Emma still in earshot.

Shaun chuckled and for a moment thought about asking Natalie to join him, but quickly remembered who she…he was when nude. “Yeah, I guess I will.” Shaun felt himself leaning to kiss Natalie again but quickly stopped and tore himself away before he forgot again. ‘What is wrong with me?!’ He asked himself. Emma hardly contained her giddiness at the scene she just watched and her brother's hasty exit, wondering if he was about to take a cold shower.

Dinner was extremely awkward that first day. While Nate had been instructed to study makeup and fashion, Shaun was instructed on how he was expected to treat Natalie. Clearing his throat, “You…look…amazing. And you…are such a…great cook.” Shaun looked to Emma while he spoke as if she were holding cue cards for him to read.

“Thanks?” Nate wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to react and looked to Emma in confusion who shook her head in frustration. Thankfully those were the only words said during the awkward dinner. While Nathan was arrogant enough to think much of himself, he like most men was not used to actually getting compliments. He didn’t want to be told he looked amazing, or that he was a good cook. He knew the latter, he wasn’t some fancy trained chef, but he had learned a lot in his years of reading recipe books combined with trial and error. Growing up his mother always cooked, while now as an adult he could admit she was a terrible cook. Those memories of sitting on the counter talking to her as she prepared a meal were some of his favorites and that was one of the reasons why he enjoyed doing it so much. Now, the words from another man, the compliments, had felt good, and them coming from another man made him feel awkward about feeling good. All the emotions mixed unhappily together inside his head as he put another rosemary parmesan crusted halved fingerling potatoes in his mouth.

At the end however, as Nate was picking up the plates Shaun had turned to leave when Emma stopped him, “Where are you going?” She demanded.

“My room.”

“Nuh-uh. You helped eat the food, you're gonna help clean the dishes.”

“You’re kidding.” Emma arched an eyebrow at him, “Fine.” He sighed and picked up the large bowl formerly filled with a lemon rosemary chicken salad. Nate had made it so the pitcher of lemonade and the potatoes would have complimentary flavors.

“You should also thank Natalie with a kiss for feeding your sorry ass.”

“I already thanked her.”

“Not with a kiss, though knowing my friend she would rather you thank her with a salty treat, but I’m betting she could be held off from ripping off your pants if you at least thank her with a kiss.” She said with a mischievous smile. “Go on.”

Shaun pressed his lips together in a line, he didn’t even like the idea of his little sister insinuating something sexual, let alone with… he sighed and looked to Natalie. She stood with plates in her hands and a look of defeat on her face. Still clad in the wine red leather skirt, tight long sleeve black turtleneck shirt and thigh high sexy heeled boots. ‘This is getting beyond weird.’ He thought as he put one hand on her hip as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “Thanks,” he said softly, his hand starting to slide down to her rear on its own before he had to make a mental effort to stop.

“No problem.” Nate lied, imagining things could have been much worse if the evil girl wanted him to do what she had said with ripping Shaun’s pants open.

Emma rolled her eyes but decided to put a pin in that later, “That’s a good start for now. And Shaun, Natalie already knows this but don’t just leave them in the sink. Actually wash them.”

Standing by the sink Nate shifted from foot to foot in the uncomfortable shoes, his hands glad in the pink rubber gloves as he washed the dishes. Passing them to the side to Shaun to dry and put away. He opened his mouth to talk a few times, making sideward glances before working up the courage to speak when most of the dishes were done. “Do you have any idea how to get out of this? Maybe what her computer passwords are?”

“You get us into this because you want to cheat on ma and suck a dick, I get roped in, but it is me who needs to get us out of this?! Do you think for a second I would do what Em says if I had an idea? I will think of something, one thing I can say about her is that if you out maneuver her she will respect it. That was how we were raised.”

Raising a thinned eyebrow Nate gave a questioning face to the younger man. “Please don’t tell me you respect her for out maneuvering you.” He said making air quotes with his soapy pink gloved fingers. The act had earned him a hard slap to his right ass cheek. “Ooo!”

Before Nate could say I word Shaun leaned in close like he did when they were about to kiss. “Just do as you are told till I get us out of this. You play your part, the more I can forget who you are the better.” It was much easier than Shaun would like for the fact that the person next to him was male to be at the front of his mind. It was something his mind had to actively remind his his eyes and dick. Shaun let out another sigh going back to what he was doing. “I really did enjoy dinner and that lemonade you made earlier… really. Have you ever thought of selling that?”

Resisting the urge to rub his rear that was slapped with his soapy gloved hands, Nate nodded. Other than fucking over the rest of his life he hadn’t a single idea that wasn’t violence on how to get out of this mess and violence was not only the worse answer it was one that might not work and make things worse at the same time. When his stepson complimented him again, this time more genuine than when they started to clean up the table a small smile crossed his lipstick covered lips. “I used to actually. Would add two ounces of vodka for every four ounces of the strawberry lemonade.”

Tilting his head back Shaun swallowed the saliva in his mouth, looking over to the table where the pitcher of lemonade had maybe only a few sips left in it. “You know, that sounds fantastic.”

In full agreement Nate nodded along, it wasn’t one of his best selling drinks. Most guys didn’t like to order anything that started with the word strawberry. It only reinforced the idea that the two of them could have actually been friends if either of them had made the effort before any of this… had happened. “I will make us a few next time.” Nate said feeling an almost bonding moment, not considering how tainted it was with how he was dressed in a skirt, heels and talking in a feminine husky voice.

After washing the dishes Nate had to do Shaun’s laundry, since he no longer had any of his own other than a few female garments and Emma’s clothes were all currently clean he was left with little other resources. After vacating the kitchen where he had spent most of it in awkward silence, and thinking about the drink Natalie was talking about Shaun left to watch television in his room, his mind sliding back into brooding about how he got here and who was to blame.

While waiting for the laundry to finish Nate was subjected to watching another makeup tutorial, giving him at least another opportunity to get off his sore feet. This video was much more involved than the one before, going into greater detail about techniques and brushes. Like before, he was quizzed at the end of the video. Also like before when he answered incorrectly he had to watch the entire video over again. It was a pain in the ass, because his coed step daughter didn’t just care about the answer itself, but how he answered. Did he sound happy enough, just the right level of excitement, did he move his hands enough as he spoke. One of the easiest ways he found to just be judged on the actual answer itself was to talk with his hands, talk normally, but with a smile on his face and at the end act more excited, adding a question at the end. “Do you think Shaun would like it if I do this!?” Or a statement still evolving his forced companion in this torture. “I can’t wait to see what Shaun thinks when I try this!”

A couple of hours later, Nate had finished and folded the laundry during his quizzes, Emma declared his day had officially ended and he could relax and watch tv. “Thank god.” he sighed with relief as he pulled down the zipper of the first knee-high boot. They owned a washer and dryer, but often just used a local laundry service that would come and both pickup the dirty clothes and drop them back off, but Emma wasn’t going to accept that as an option when she had him to push around.

While Nate was freeing his feet Emma burst into Shaun’s room again, not bothering to knock. He had been laying on his bed, with his hand resting under his pants. “Really?” Emma laughed seeing how exasperated he was with her intrusion. It wasn’t like she ever bothered to knock before, but she could tell it irked him more now that she held the sword of Damocles over his head.

“What do you want now!?”

“You have a girlfriend and you’re still doing that?”

He looked at his hand and rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t doing that.” he said as he took his hand out of his pants.

“Good. Cause that sort of thing hurts a girl’s feelings.”

“What…why?”

“It’s complicated. Anyway, you’re not done for the day. Natalie’s been on her feet all day. And I don’t have to tell you what a pain in the butt heels can be.”

Shaun scoffed, ‘Girls are such wusses.’ “So? What’s that got to do with me?”

“You’re her boyfriend. One of the boyfriend's duties is to massage your girlfriend’s feet at the end of the day and whenever she asks. Or I could make it so you understand how girls feel, walk a mile in their shoes type of deal.”

“You can’t be–” Shaun stopped himself, already knowing the answer–“Fine.” He groaned, not wanting to push his sister, positive she would order a pair of shoes, somehow finding a girls shoe to fit his size thirteen feet. ‘Not like I haven’t rubbed her feet before.’ He thought, his mind for some reason flashed to their date when Natalie had massaged his dick with her foot under the table. He felt his dick pulsate in agreement. ‘Stop that.’ He thought at his dick as he followed Emma into the living room.

When the siblings returned they found Nate with a beer at his side on the coffee table, it sitting on a coaster and having removed the the pair of boots, the shoes laid on the floor while he was now laying on the couch, stretching one leg up as high as he could in an attempt to work the knots and pains free on his own while his hands gently stroked his smooth thigh. Both were surprised by the sensual display they were witnessing, Emma covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing while Shaun licked his lips as his dick tried to rise to full attention. The act had caused the skirt to rise up high enough to reveal the lace panties underneath. Emma loudly cleared her throat, causing Nate to snap his leg down and throw himself into a seated position, unknowingly leaving the skirt bunched up closer to his waist.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” he squeaked.

“God you two are perfect for each other.” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Huh?” Nate looked to Shaun for answers and got none.

“Natalie,” She said, ignoring his confusion, “At least you are using a coaster.” Using a coaster was more of a problem with her brother than the ex-bar owner. “You might want to fix your skirt though, but then again, you do you girl. Shaun, go ahead and cuddle up to your girlfriend. I just remembered I forgot something.” She smirked, walking out of the room expecting her thinly veiled orders to be followed. Shaun locked eyes with Natalie’s light blue eyes, no words were passed, yet Nate understood exactly what Shaun was about to do, the brief, but awkward moment as Nate fixed his skirt ended when Shaun left the room, returning a moment later with a beer of his own.

Emma returned shortly thereafter with a lidless rectangular plastic box. Inside were a series of tiny bottles Nate recognized to be nail polish. “It’s important that you two spend time together. After all you guys are in it for the long haul. Remember when you give me a niece Emma is a great middle name to show your appreciation for me hooking you two love birds up.” She gave them both a wink before she continued, “Now, you two are gonna pick out a sweet, romantic movie and I expect you both want to be lovey-dovey towards one another.”

“Em–”Shaun started but was cut off by Emma again.

“Shush. I’m not finished.” She sat the bottle on the coffee table in front of them, “Natalie just has no patience, she wants to skip the netflix part and go right to the chill, but you two need more than that to grow your relationship.” She said looking at her brother, before shifting her eyes between the two, loving how uncomfortable both of them looked at that moment. “Now Natalie reminded me that we neglected to beautify her feet.”

“You said I was done for the day.” Nate whined.

“I did and you are. Unless you keep whining.” Her cheery tone shifted maliciously as she threatened Nate. “Anyway,” her voice was full of cheer once more, “like I was saying it’s important you two spend time together and with that in mind, Shaun pick a color you think will look cute on your girlfriend.”

“I don’t know anything about this stuff.”

“Today you learn. Pick a color.” Emma sighed.

Shaun eyed the assorted rainbow of bottled polish, he never really gave any thought to what color a girl’s nails were before, and if he was honest he wasn’t even sure why they painted their nails. Unless it was swollen who even paid attention to someone’s fingers? “I guess this one.” He picked up a bottle of glittering red polish.

“Cute choice. It’s called Ruby Red, after the slipper from Wizard of Oz” Emma cooed, “Don’t you think so Nat?”

“...Yeah. Thanks.” Nate barely hid his sarcasm as he glared at Shaun, though most of it was lost with the use of the husky voice. It made the word just sound mor drawn out, languid with a hint of something sexual, or at least it did to Shaun.

"Don't thank him just yet, I haven't told you the beginning part. Shaun's going to paint your toes while we all watch a movie."

"No way in hell I'm doing that!" Shaun shouted.

"If you want your relationship to last then you will."

Shaun wanted to scream that he didn't care if his "relationship" lasted, he didn't want to be in a relationship with Natalie. It was bad enough she expected him to massage Natalie's feet now she wanted him to paint her nails?! He wouldn't do that even if Natalie was a real girl. But he understood the threat she was actually making and silently grumbled curses under his breath as he picked up Natalie's feet and placed them in his lap.

"There's hope for you yet." Emma sneered, "Now," her voice again saccharin sweet, "I know, I know, you’re not usually one for PDA but that’s also why you’re so painfully single.” She whispered, “Or you were.” She smiled and grabbed Nate by the chin, pinching his cheeks with her own fingers, “But this beauty came along and you just know she loves PDA, don’t ya?” She at least knew that to be true, it was painful to watch him always touching her ma.

Before Nate could say anything she cut him off, “But you really should focus on the task at hand before you get all handsy with one another." She gave Nate a knowing smile, "That goes double for you, little tease. You wouldn't want him to screw up and have to start again would you?" She sat down in her own chair before picking up the remote, "After you two can flirt all you want. Just remember I’ll be in the room so please nothing passed second base!” With little choice Shaun unscrewed the bottle of nail polish as Emma started up a movie. Nate shifted in his seat, attempting to find a comfortable position to be in while his step-son awkwardly painted his nails. Ultimately he decided to simply lay down as much as he was able, he still found it detestable that not only were his legs smooth and hairless, but that another man’s hands were on them, even for the innocent act of painting his toenails.

Shaun had turned in his seat so his back was supported by the armrest and he was facing Natalie’s feet head on. It wasn’t like he had any interest in watching a movie about a waspy club designer and a free spirited photographer in Las Vegas. He managed to finish the first foot relatively easily and had moved on to her other foot when he felt her right foot start moving back and forth against his crotch. He froze and glared at her, “Sit still.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nate sipped at his beer. At first having his step-son pampering his feet was weird but he found once he got in a comfortable position and focused on the movie it was actually relaxing. As he relaxed the more the pain in his feet stood out and he tried to work it out again unaware that as he twisted and stretched his foot he was also teasing Shaun’s cock. He wasn’t unaware that he was pressing against something, his attention was just split. The sappy romantic movie was on that was boring him to tears, but he tried to pay it close attention just in case the sinister girl gave him a test. So as he sat there watching the show, drinking his beer he tried to work his kinks out of his foot, thinking he was pressing it against the couch itself.

‘Did Emma tell her to do this?’ Shaun internally growled, shooting a quick glance at Emma who sat in her chair with a bowl of popcorn. He felt Natalie shift her foot again, this time stroking the length of it with the ball of her foot and causing his dick to twitch in excitement. “That’s it.” He quickly slammed the bottle of polish on the coffee table.

“Huh?” Again Nate’s confusion was ignored as his foot was snatched up immediately and Shaun started tickling his bare foot. Nate’s eyes bulged as he shrieked and howled in fits of laughter. “Shaun!” He squealed.

“You gonna stop?” Shaun demanded as Nat attempted to kick out of his grasp. Pinning her foot to his chest he redoubled his attack. He wasn’t sure if Nate was rubbing his foot on him like that because Em told him to or if it was the fruit’s Natalie persona that just seemed to love to tease him, like she had at the dinner the other night.

“I-I was-wasn’t–stop!” Nate cackled as his body lurched sporadically. “You dick!” He squealed.

“You gonna be good?!” He asked again, shouting over Natalie.

“Yes!” He lunged forward and fell back, squealing with laughter in an attempt to reach Shaun and failing miserably.

“Yes what?” He continued his attack. The shrieks of laughter made him actually consider unzipping his pants and making Natalie continue with her feet what she started, but it was only a passing thought.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Nate shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch higher than he thought possible.

“I’ll–I’ll be good! Just stop!” Nate shrieked. Just as suddenly as it began the tickle attack ended. Gasping for breath Nate sat up and punched Shaun’s chest. “Ass!” He spat between breaths before falling back on the couch. His chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Shaun smiled and picked the bottle of polish back up, glancing at Emma who had been watching the entire scene play out in utter silence. Catching her brother’s eye she smiled back, “Looks like I’ll get a niece sooner than I thought.”

“Bite me.” His ears burned as red as Natalie’s nails as he picked up her foot and started again.

“I think I’ll leave that to Natalie.” Emma laughed while Nate lay motionless, still trying to catch his breath from the unwarranted, and as far as he knew, random attack.