Archive-name: Family/hotsumr2.txt Archive-author: Diamond Cutter Archive-title: One Hot Summer...2 Chapter 4 Sis The next morning I woke early and slipped down the stairs to Sandy's room. I found her in bed, disheleved and red-eyed from crying, and lack of sleep. I told her in some detail of my encounter with auntie, and she was immensly relieved to hear that "our little secret" would be safe from my father. She asked me to tell my mother that she wasn't feeling well...and it was obvious that she wasn't. I told her that I would, and she snuggled back under the covers. When I left Sandy's room, I headed down the stairs to the kitchen, where I found my mother sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. I gave her Sandy's news, and she remarked that it wasn't a surprise, auntie was also feeling unwell, and would be sleeping in. "I hope it isn't something thats going around", she said glumly! I stiffled an urge to giggle, and slipped out the back door. I walked about a mile and a half to the sandlot field and played ball for the balance of the morning. After several hours the sky began to darken, and look threatening, so we called of the pickup game, and a group of us began walking together toward our little village center. About halfway there, we bumped into my eldest sister and a group of her girlfriends walking the other way. I have to tell you about my sister. We called her "the brat", and she deserved the name. She was always the best student in the family, and the best behaved...sort of the apple of my parents eye.She took great delight in reporting any infractions of behavior by any of us to my parents, and to my father in particular. I guess you could say we sort of hated her. This summer she had obviously changed from the tubby little brat she had always been. She had slimmed down some, although she was still a bit chubby, and her shape began to assume some very interesting bulges, two of which made her particularlly proud. Nevertheless, whatever nature had in store for her, it didn't include improving her disposition. My sister and her friends, of which there were two, were on their way to another friends house about a block from where we met them. At the moment of our meeting, the sky opened up in one of those incredible summer downpours characteristic of the midwest. We were almost instantly drenched to the skin, and we all raced together toward the girlfriend's house to seek shelter. We tumbled into the front door of the house, and were greeted by the girl's mother, who hustled us into different bathrooms to towel dry. We were all so soaked that the best we could do was dry our heads and arms, and sop what water we could from our clothes. By now it had stopped raining, and my sister and I headed home together for a change of clothes. As we walked along the sidewalk toward home, we spoke little. Arriving at the house, we each headed for our rooms to change. The house was quiet. Sandy and auntie were evidently still in bed, and there was no sign of anyone else around. I quickly doffed my wet clothes, towelled off, pulled on a t- shirt and a pair of shorts, gathered up my wet laundry and headed for the basement laundry room. As I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I glanced across the hall at the door to my sister's room, which to my surprise was open. I stopped and moved quietly across the hallway to the wall opposite, and peered around the corner of the door into the room. There, sitting on the bed facing away from me was my brat sister, clad only in a pair of white cotton panties, and drying her hair with a towel. I pressed myself against the wall, held my breath, and watched. The vision on the bed certainly didn't look anything like the the fat little troublemaker I had known all my life! The shin of her back way a creamy white, and from the side I could see the profile of a very substantial, firm breast, the existence of which I had been totally unaware. As I stood watching, she rose from the bed and walked over to a dresser with a mirror against the wall. I could see her reflection in the mirror, and the view confirmed the promise of her profile. She indeed had a magnificent set of large, firm, melon shaped breasts, tipped by two silver dollar sized light brown nipples. As she stood before the mirror, she bent down and removed the panties, revealing an exquisite, if a bit chubby , rear end. I was absolutely mesmerized. She stood before the mirror looking at herself for what seemed like hours, her arms at her side, unmoving. My poor cock strained against the fabric of my shorts, as if wanting a peek himself. I was pressed against the wall, more or less trapped, unable to move without revealing my presence, not that I wanted to move! After what seemed an eternity, she turned toward the door, and my heart froze in my chest. There was absolutely no chance that she wouldn't see me, and what she would see of me, and my rampant erection, would leave few questions unanswered. I knew that, before nightfall, she would tell my father a crucifying tale of debauchery and lust about his eldest son, and that after a miraculous deliverance only the night before, I would be handed over for severe punishment for an act of relative innocence. As our eyes met, my heart sank further into my shoes, and I stood leaning against the wall waiting for the first shreik of violated innocence from the brat. To my utter astonishment, she made no sound. She just stood inside the door looking at me. Even more astonishing, she made no attempt to cover herself up. She just stood there, stark naked, looking. Gradually, I became aware that she was no longer looking me in the eye. Her gaze was directed at the bulge in my shorts, which was undeniably immense. It dawned on me that she and I were doing the same thing, only to each other. Neither of us said a word for the longest time. Suddenly she looked up and said in a very small, choked voice, "Does that hurt?" It took a minute for her words to register, and another minute to reply in an equally choked voice, "What...No.." She reached through the door and pulled me into her room, quitely closing the door behind us. We stood facing each other, she with her eyes on the pulsating bulge in my shorts, and me looking in amazement at her proud, erect nipples. "Jeepers", she whispered, "can I look at it?" I pushed my shorts down to set the monster free, and it sprang up and toward her belly. She gasped, and drew back, but only for an instant. "It doesn' bite", I said. She stared in amazement at the glowing glans pointed directly toward her abdomen. A tiny bead of lubrication forced itself out of the tip. She took the tip of her forefinger and touched the glistening drop. As she pulled her finger back, it formed a sticky ribbon stretching between my throbbing penis and her fingertip. She placed the end of her thumb against the tip of her finger and rubbed the fluid around. "It's slippery," she whispered," is this the stuff that makes babies?". "I dunno," I mumbled, "I don't think so". "God", she whispered, "do men put that thing inside women...it must be a foot long?" She looked up at me, and said "I saw you one time, you know....rubbing it. Does it really feel good?" "Really...", I replied. "When does the baby stuff come out?", she asked. Any minute now, I thought to myself, but I gathered my meagre wits about me and replied, "Well, you have to rub it a little more for it to come out." "Can you make it come so I can see it?", she asked. "My friend Jeanie said there's a lot of it inside boys." "What do you want to see it for?" I asked. "None of my girlfriends have ever seen it." she replied. "I won't tell anybody, I just wanna see it. Does it hurt when it comes out?" "No, it feels really good." "Ok ", she replied, "so make it come out." "Well, its almost ready to now, it just needs a little help.", I said hopefully. "What kind of help?", she asked. "I have to rub it a little, but I can't do it with you here, it's too embarrasing." "Why not?", she whined softly, "will it come if I rub it?" "Maybe", I said with as noncommital a voice as I could muster. "Show me how", she said. With that I took her hand and wrapped it around the rock hard shaft of my cock, gently moving it up and down the length. After three or four gentle strokes, I could feel the explosion gathering in my balls. "Here it comes", I whispered hoarsely as my cock pulsed in her hand, sending ribbon after ribbon of hot sperm arching toward her plumb belly. As the first ribbon splashed warmly against her soft, white flesh, she gasped and backed away. Two more jets of sperm hit her as she backed up, one landing squarely in the valley of her sweaty young breasts, and the other draping itself across the top of her jet black hair. She looked down her body in amazement as the sperm ran down her flesh and into the black, curly triangle between her ample, creamy thighs. "Wow", she whispered, "its hot", then a stricken look crossed her face. "Can I get pregnant from this?, she asked frantically? "No, no," I reassured her, "it has to be inside you to make you pregnant." "Are you sure" "Absolutely", I replied. "What a mess", she said. "You even shot my hair!" "Well you asked for it", I said smugly. "Just jump in the shower and wash it off." "Okay", she said, "Why don't you come with me." "Lead on", said I, somewhat winded, but still game. Her bedroom shared a bath with the adjoining room, so the two of us walked through the bathroom door. As she walked in front of me, I watched her cute, plumb littls ass cheeks bounce up and down. Carefully I closed and locked the doors at each end. She turned on the shower, and stepped in, beckoning me to follow. I stripped off my shirt, and stepped into the shower stall with her. As the hot water ran down our bodies, washing away the evidence of our little adventure, I let the warmth soak into my skin. My sister reached for the bar of soap, and stood facing me rubbing up a lather between her hands. When she had a good lather worked up, she began rubbing her hands up and down my front, gradually working lower and lower, until she was lathering my balls, and cock. As her slippery hands did their work, my manhood reacted by swelling once again. As she felt it harden, she looked up at me and grinned. I reached for the soap, and began gently massaging her firm, ripe breasts. As my hands touched her, her eyes closed, and her face grew serious. Gently. I turned her around and pulled her back against my body. My hardening cock pressed firmly between the cheeks of her ass, and she shivered slightly. My soapy hands continued massaging her breasts, and stomach, gradually moving toward the black triangle between her legs. She moaned softly, and leaned back against my chest. As I reached my goal, I felt her legs part slightly, and her breath quicken. Gently I slipped two soapy fingers into the vee of her thighs, and felt for her clit. When I could feel it between my fingers, I began sliding them back and forth, softly rolling her clit between them. Her hips began to thrust gently, then more firmly, back against my soapy cock. As she pushed back in a gentle rythym, the head of my cock pushed in and out between the plump cheeks of her ass, gradually pressing deeper, until the head was pressing against her anus. My left arm was wrapped around her shoulder, and with my hand I massaged the tightly erect nipple of her right breast. As my hands massaged her, and my cock pressed insistently against her butt, she began to whisper "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" over and over. Suddenly she took both of her hands and pressed my hand tightly into her crotch, grinding it against her pubis. She gasped, and spasmed once, twice, three times, then went rigid, shivering, for a full minute. Then she went so limp that I had to grab her to keep her from falling. I lowered her slowly to the floor of the shower stall, and she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down with her. She held me tight against her until the water from the shower head began to turn cold. We fled wordlessly from the now cold shower stall, and reached for towels to dry off. We towelled dry, and I put on my clothes. She was still naked as we walked back into her bedroom, and neither of us had said a word. As I walked into the bedroom, she turned and embraced me strongly for a moment, then guided me toward the door, and gently closed it behind me. Not knowing quite what to think, i climbed the stairs to my room, and threw myself across the bed, exhausted. Chapter 5 The summer moves along. (To be continued) --