When I'd offered her money for the coffee earlier, she'd refused with that same amused grin. she'd said it's not enough, I stained her dress so sit with her until she finishes her coffee. I didn't had a choice. The way she said it, calm but firm, made it clear she wasn't asking. So here I was, sitting awkwardly, wiping my shirt for the hundredth time while she watched me like I was some kind of entertainment.
"Are you from ### school?" she suddenly asked, placing her cup down on the table with a soft clink. Her voice was casual, but her eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and curious.
"Huh? How did you know?" I was surprised, my head snapping up to look at her. My mind raced with questions. How could she know my school? Had she seen me around? Did she know who I was?
'Does she know me?' The thought sent a fresh wave of unease through me. My pulse picked up again, heart thumping against my ribs. I tried to keep my face neutral, but I could feel my cheeks heating up under her stare.
"Relax~" she said with a soft laugh, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms under her massive breasts. The motion pushed them up even higher, the purple lace of her bra peeking out more from the top of her strapless grey top.
"I saw your school ID when you were taking out money from your wallet. My brother goes to the same high school, so I recognized it in a blink." I let out a slow breath, shoulders relaxing as the tension drained out of me. She didn't know me, she'd just seen the ID.
The panic eased, but a faint flicker of doubt still lingered in the back of my mind after hearing her mention a brother.
"Yeah, I go to ### High School." I said with an awkward smile, scratching the back of my head.
"If you don't mind... can I know your brother's name?" I had to ask it. I had a hunch that had been growing since I first saw her face. After hearing her say she had a brother, and with all the resemblance only one person came to mind, Mike.
"His name is Mike, He's my little brother... even though I'm not so proud to call him that." she answered, rolling her eyes with a disgusted expression.
She wrinkled her nose like she'd smelled something bad, then took another sip of her coffee. The way she said it made me wonder what kind of relationship they had. It looked like she doesn't like her brother at all. Even me and Lisa never got along so that was typical of siblings.
But my doubt was confirmed. She was Mike's sister. No doubt with her same golden-tanned skin, blonde hair with orange highlights, the same sharp, intimidating vibe. It was like looking at a female version of him, only with curves that made my pulse race despite myself.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my face neutral. Knowing she was Mike's sister made everything feel worse like the universe was piling more trouble on me.
"I should go now." I said quickly, already pushing back from the table. I didn't want to have any link to Mike or anyone connected to him. Staying away from her felt like the smartest thing I could do. The longer I sat here, the more tangled this would get.
"Wait, what's the hurry? I'm still drinking this." She said, holding up her coffee cup like evidence.
"I'm paying for the coffee." I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I don't think there's any reason to stay and keep you company." I gathered what courage I had left and said it straightforward. The sooner I left, the easier it would be to escape this whole mess.
"Don't you dare." She narrowed her eyes. She clenched her fist and stood up suddenly, making her massive tits jiggle heavily under the strapless grey top. Her breasts bounced with the motion, straining against the fabric like they were fighting to break free. The movement drew my eyes for a second before I forced them away.
"First you spilled my coffee, stained my clothes, and now you want to run away?" Her voice was sharp, commanding. She sat back down slowly, arms crossing under her chest again, pushing her breasts up even higher. The top edge of the bra peeked out more, showing the soft upper curves of her tits.
"Look, it's clear you ruined my dress. The only way you can compensate is by washing my clothes." she continued, gesturing with one hand
'What nonsense is this? Why will I wash her clothes?' I thought, staring at her. I already had one bitchy sister Lisa at home who made my life hell. I didn't need to deal with another one like her.
"Ok, if that's what it takes to put an end to this." I said, voice low and resigned. I just wanted this over now. I'd pay for the coffee, wash her clothes if I had to, anything to walk away clean.
"Wooh, you've got guts, huh?" she said, her voice dropping into that teasing, flirty tone again.
"You look so sweet getting frustrated like that. I really love little boys like you." She placed both hands on the table, palms flat, and leaned forward slowly, supporting her chin on them. She gave me a slow, deliberate wink, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"What are you saying?" I asked, confusion mixing with the embarrassment. Her words were hard to follow, all of it making my head spin.
She giggled softly at my reaction, the sound light and teasing, then straightened back up in her chair. She picked up her coffee cup again, bringing it to her lips slowly.
"Hmm... come with me. You agreed to clean my clothes, now you can't go on your words." She set the cup down with a soft clink, licking her lips once more, leaving them glossy and inviting.
To be continued...
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