Gerald was taken totally by surprise by Katrina's sudden behaviour. He hadn't said that thought aloud, had he? Hell, even if he did, Katrina wasn't the type to wantonly tease him like this.
After a moment of expectant silence, Gerald spoke up. "Katrina, why are you downstairs naked, wearing a sign marked SLUT?" he asked cautiously.
Katrina shrugged. "I dunno. I thought it might be interesting. I figured, 'why don't I do it?' Do you like it?" She threw her arms out, causing the sign to lift and momentarily reveal her breasts.
Gerald didn't want to admit it to himself, but he did like it. A lot. Katrina looked incredibly sexy, innocently naked but for the stark, accusing sign. But Katrina's behaviour was getting a little disturbing. "Um, I think you should probably put some clothes on," he said reluctantly.
Katrina smiled at him. "Oh, come on bro. I know you like it, you just don't want to admit it." She sauntered into the living room and spread her legs, exposing her bush. "Don't you think I look incredibly sexy?" She giggled incongruously.
Gerald felt as thought Katrina was reading his mind. What was going on? Was this some sort of trap?
"Calm down Gerald!" Katrina said, laughing at her brother's nervous expression. "Relax, I'm just having fun. I know I can be very selfish, so I thought I'd make amends by letting you see me naked. I just wrote the sign for fun." She smiled. "Come on, Ger. We might not always get along, but you know me: I wouldn't do this just to tease you." |