One day with Sister-in-law Ch. 03

"Okay, when does the movie start?" Kylie inquired.

"It's at 1:30," I replied.

Kylie checked the time on her phone and realized they had an hour to spare before the movie.

"We just have an hour. Let's go right now. Let me book an Uber," Kylie suggested.

I hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Actually, I have a bike. We could take that, but you might want to change into something like jeans."

Kylie glanced down at her dress that reached down to her feet and considered my suggestion, "Hmm, you're right. I don't think this dress is suitable for a bike ride. Might slide up. Uber sounds like a better option."

Her mention of the dress sliding up on the bike made my imagination run wild, picturing her legs exposed all the way to her knees.

"Yeah, right. Then change into something more comfortable," I replied, trying to keep my composure.

"Uber it is then," Kylie affirmed, and I silently agreed, suppressing the excitement of having her ride on the back of my bike.

With the decision made, we booked the Uber and prepared to head to the theater.

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We settled into the backseat of the Uber as the driver began the journey. I couldn't help but notice the driver stealing glances at Kylie, despite her modest dress. But it wasn't his fault, My Sister-in-law was such a busty woman, that people would easily give thousands of dollars just to have a night with her.

It irked me to see someone eyeing her like that, and I shot a glare at the driver to remind him that she belongs to me... uh sorry, she belongs to my brother unfortunately.

Kylie and I sat on the opposite side of the window, leaving a respectable distance between us. I wanted to maintain a level of propriety, given that she was my sister-in-law and a married woman. However, Kylie seemed to sense my unease and encouraged me to sit closer.

"Why are you sitting so far away? Come here, I won't bite," she said.

Taking her invitation, I slid a little closer, and she followed suit, bringing us within touching distance. My heart raced as our shoulders touched, sending a wave of excitement through me. I knew it was a simple gesture, but being this close to her made my pulse quicken.

Kylie then reached into her purse and pulled out two mints, offering one to me. "Want one?" she asked.

With a barely audible "Yes," I accepted the mint she offered, but my nerves got the best of me, causing my hands to tremble. In my anxious state, I accidentally dropped the mint, and it landed on Kylie's thigh.

Embarrassed, I hesitated to pick it up, my cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

Kylie, engrossed in her phone, nonchalantly said, "Take it."

Still feeling flustered, I stammered, "You give it to me."

To my surprise, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh, guiding it to where the mint had fallen. Even though her dress covered her thigh, I could still sense its thickness under my touch, and my heart raced at the intimacy of the moment. I quickly retrieved the mint and nervously ate it.

As I tried to explain my hesitance, Kylie remarked, "You're way too shy. No wonder why your ex left you."

Her words stung, and I immediately felt hurt. "Kylie, hey! That hurts," I said, trying to defend myself. "And I didn't take the mint from your thigh because of how I angered you before."

She said, "Oh, yeah, my bad. Despite the fact that I'm like your sister, you should feel more relaxed around me. Look at you, so rigid. Keep your hand here."

She patted her thigh, encouraging me to place my hand on it.

I asked, still uncertain, "What?"

She reassured me, "Relax yourself. I'm just trying to help you open up."

My heart was racing with excitement as I hesitantly placed my hand on Kylie's thigh, feeling the softness of her thigh and fabric of her dress beneath my fingers. "Better," I managed to reply, trying to keep my composure.

It was a dream come true to touch her like this, even if it was meant to be a simple gesture between friends or siblings. I wanted to hold her thigh more firmly, but I knew it would be inappropriate and could send the wrong message. So, I kept my hand steady, savoring the closeness without crossing any boundaries.

The car ride continued in silence for a moment, but then the driver broke the quiet atmosphere with his curious questions, "So, you two are brother and sister?"

Kylie replied with a warm smile, "Yes, that's right."

Playfully, she squeezed my cheeks, adding, "This is my cute little brother."

The driver, seemingly intrigued, asked, "Oh, are you married, Miss?"

I found his question a bit intrusive, but Kylie handled it gracefully, replying, "Yes, happily married."

The driver seemed impressed, "That's great for you. What's your name then?"

Kylie confidently answered, "Kylie Moaner."

Upon hearing her last name, the driver made a remark, "Ah, a Moaner. Moaners belong to reputed families."

The driver's tone when he said "Moaner" caught my attention, though Kylie seemed oblivious to it.

Kylie proudly replied, "Yes, I am a proud Moaner."

The driver continued, "Yeah, you should be. Moaners are known for big, round, and beautiful..."

I held my breath, not knowing what crude remark he was about to make, but he surprised us by saying, "Eyes."

Kylie smiled innocently, thanking him, "You are a nice man. Thank you."

The driver responded, "Always pleased to meet a Moaner."

I saw an opportunity and decided to take it. I discreetly squeezed Kylie's thigh, and she let out an unexpected gasp, showing some signs of discomfort.

Startled, she asked, "What's wrong?"

I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "This is not a good man."

She seemed puzzled and whispered back, "What do you mean?"

I explained, "You didn't notice, but I did. The way he said 'Moaner,' it wasn't appropriate."

She brushed it off, saying, "You are being delusional."

Finally, the car pulled over, and I was relieved to get her away from that disgusting driver.

*********

We were inside the movie theater, waiting for our show to start when I spotted a familiar face nearby. Instantly, I recognized her as my ex, Rachel Kawksucker, the one who had dumped me.

To give you an idea of her appearance, she looked exactly like Rachel Zegler, but with red hair. She was dressed in tight jeans and a white crop top.

As soon as Rachel saw me, I panicked. I didn't want to appear like a loser in front of her again. In a moment of desperation, I turned to Kylie and blurted out, "Kylie, my ex is coming this way. She always thinks of me as a loser. Can you please pretend to be my girlfriend?"

She seemed taken aback and responded, "What? That sounds weird and awkward. Won't I look older than you? Besides, I am your brother's wife. I can't do that, Patrick."

Before I could convince her, Rachel stood right in front of us. She still looked attractive, but if given a choice, I would pick Kylie over her in a heartbeat.

Rachel greeted, "Hi, Pat."

Then she noticed Kylie and asked, "Who is this? She can't be your sister. I know your family. She looks more like your cousin. Poor Pat couldn't even get a girlfriend after I dumped his sorry ass."

I tried to maintain a smile, even though her words were demeaning. "Look, Rachel..."

But before I could say anything more, Kylie stepped in, feeling the need to defend me, "What the hell did you say, Hazel?"

Rachel corrected, "Rachel."

Kylie continued, "Whatever. Patrick is not single. He has me, a loving girlfriend who treats him with respect, not like a loser."

Although Kylie didn't need to use the word 'loser' in her response, I was grateful that she stood up for me.

I could see that Rachel was getting a bit jealous, not just because Kylie was beautiful, but also because she had an impressive set of assets.

Kylie fired back, "Did you come to the movies alone? Seems like the real loser is you."

I couldn't help but smirk a little at Rachel's expense.

Rachel, noticing my amusement, said, "Whateves. You're too afraid to show a little skin, Kylie. So old-fashioned."

Kylie confidently defended herself, "I dress the way I want, and I don't feel the need to reveal everything to the public like a whore."

Rachel had nothing to say in response. Kylie seemed so strong and assertive at that moment.

Rachel scoffed, "Yeah, your choice. But at least Pat and I had some closeness. We didn't stand miles apart."

Kylie noticed and said, "Baby, come to me."

The way she said it gave me mommy vibes, but I seized the opportunity and wrapped my arm around Kylie's waist, pulling her closer tightly, as if I was claiming her as mine.

Kylie didn't object. We had to show Rachel that I was not a loser.

But Rachel didn't seem satisfied; it felt so normal for her. Kylie knew she had to level up a bit.

She gave me a loving kiss on my cheek. I knew she meant it in a different manner, but I was feeling so lucky today. First, my hand on her thigh, and now she kissed me on my cheek.

I tried to reciprocate by kissing her on her cheek, but Kylie's expression subtly showed me that I shouldn't have done it.

I smiled apologetically, hoping Rachel wouldn't notice. Kylie smiled too, probably forgiving me.

Rachel seemed a bit suspicious, "Kiss on the cheek. I suspect she is your cousin. Why would your girlfriend not kiss you on the lips? Oh my God, Pat, is your family this messed-up? Is she acting like this to make you seem like a stud?"

Kylie got so angry that she said to Rachel, "Enough with your nonsense, bitch. Patrick is the best man ever, and you are a big loser to lose him."

Kylie turned to me, and in an instant, her lips were touching mine. She didn't just pull away after a short kiss.

She kept on sucking my lips. I couldn't stand there like a statue, so I started to kiss her back, and we kissed for like 30 seconds. Although my hands remained on her neck only.

As the seconds ticked by, I became aware of how long the kiss was lasting. I didn't want to push her boundaries, so I gently pulled away, breaking the connection between us. Kylie looked at me with a mix of emotions in her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for possibly taking advantage of the situation.

Why did Kylie kiss me for so long? Was she enjoying it? Probably not. But she had to make it look real, so she just acted professionally.

Rachel let out a tiny scream at us, "You guys are the worst!" and she walked away.

Kylie smiled proudly; she won. I didn't know Kylie was that competitive.

But she really cared about me. She would do anything to protect her little brother. LUCKY ME!