05-11-2022, 05:08 PM
Our mother had come out and sat on the verandah behind us. She was reading a book and keeping an eye on us. It was around two-thirty that afternoon when I heard the cordless phone on the table beside mom ringing. I turned around to see her talking to someone. Once she had finished with her phone call she approached us.
"That was Peggy," mom said "she's invited me over to supper. I hope you guys don't mind. I guess you can fend for yourselves for one night."
"Sure, go ahead, mom," Melanie told her "it's good for you to get out once in a while, especially for a free meal."
"Thanks, honey. I'm not sure when I'll be back; sometime this evening anyway." mom told us.
Melanie and I looked at one another and smiled as our mother walked back towards the house. Of course we were glad for mom to have an opportunity to get out, but we were more glad for the time alone, or at least I knew that I was.
Peggy was mom's older sister, and like her, divorced. She seemed to be lonely at times and was probably glad for whatever company she got. It occurred to me that mom was probably as happy for some company besides me and my sister as Aunt Peggy was. It pleased me that mom would be getting out for an evening and I felt guilty that her rare opportunity for a social life seemed less important to me than time alone with my sister.
Melanie and I waved at mom as she drove out of the yard, then exchanged smirks.
"Did you have fun in the shower this morning?" Melanie asked a while after mom had left.
"Yes." I replied.
"I had fun getting you up. I wish I could do that every morning."
"You're good at it. But you get me up more than you know."
"Oh, I don't know about that," she countered "I don't always let on what I know."
"Like what?" I asked, very curious.
"Like the last time I wore this dress," my sister explained "I could tell just how much you liked it on me. So could mom; that's why she said what she did to me."
I frowned at the thought that I was a lot more obvious than I had assumed.
"Oh, don't feel bad, Mark," Melanie consoled "I liked it. That's why I wore this dress that day -- today too."
"But weren't you worried about what mom would say or think today?" I asked.
"No, not really. Besides, I really don't care and I don't think she does either."
As Melanie and I talked I noticed that dark clouds had begun to fill the sky. The wind had picked up too. The breeze was chilly. I feared that it might rain.
"It looks like rain." I remarked, nodding up towards the menacing clouds.
"Shit. I hope not." Melanie spat out as she raised her head.
Melanie and I continued to watch cars pass by. Most slowed down to look, but not many stopped. We were able to sell some more things that afternoon, but not quite half of all we had put out.
"There's always tomorrow." Melanie reminded me, although she seemed as disappointed as I was.
It was about fifteen minutes later that I felt the first drops of rain land on me. I looked up. "Damn, it's starting to rain." I said.
"Maybe it will only be a quick shower." my sister said.
Melanie was always more of an optimist than me, but this time optimism was not enough. Soon the rain began coming down harder.
"Shit, we better get inside," Melanie said "this is getting worse."
Melanie and I got up and began putting things in the boxes that we had stowed under the table. Once one box was full I ran inside with it. The rain was bouncing off of the pavement by the time Melanie and I were putting the last few items on the table into a box. We stood on the verandah, looking out at the pelting rain.
"Damnit," she spat out "want to bring the table in too?"
"No, let's just leave it there. We can bring it up here later once the rain stops." I said.
My hair and t-shirt were completely soaked. Rivulets of rainwater ran down my face. I went inside, dejected and shivering.
As I watched Melanie close the door behind us I noticed that she had gotten drenched too. She had stayed out in the downpour while I raced inside with full boxes, so had gotten the worst of the rain. Her limp, wet hair hung down around her wet shoulders and face, but what I noticed most was the effect that the rain had on her dress. It was as wet as my t-shirt and clung to her body even more than it had when it was dry. My eyes followed the drops of water dripping from her chin. They ran down her chest towards her breasts. Her thick, hard nipples pushed out at the wet material. As I stared at them I realized that I could see their dark hue against the wet white material of Melanie's dress.
"You look like you've been in a wet t-shirt contest." I joked, my eyes still riveted to my sister's nipples, quite visible through her wet dress.
Melanie looked down at her chest. She tugged her dress taught over her left breast to examine how translucent it had become. Now I could see her areola through the wet material. I appeared to be about the size of a quarter.
"That was Peggy," mom said "she's invited me over to supper. I hope you guys don't mind. I guess you can fend for yourselves for one night."
"Sure, go ahead, mom," Melanie told her "it's good for you to get out once in a while, especially for a free meal."
"Thanks, honey. I'm not sure when I'll be back; sometime this evening anyway." mom told us.
Melanie and I looked at one another and smiled as our mother walked back towards the house. Of course we were glad for mom to have an opportunity to get out, but we were more glad for the time alone, or at least I knew that I was.
Peggy was mom's older sister, and like her, divorced. She seemed to be lonely at times and was probably glad for whatever company she got. It occurred to me that mom was probably as happy for some company besides me and my sister as Aunt Peggy was. It pleased me that mom would be getting out for an evening and I felt guilty that her rare opportunity for a social life seemed less important to me than time alone with my sister.
Melanie and I waved at mom as she drove out of the yard, then exchanged smirks.
"Did you have fun in the shower this morning?" Melanie asked a while after mom had left.
"Yes." I replied.
"I had fun getting you up. I wish I could do that every morning."
"You're good at it. But you get me up more than you know."
"Oh, I don't know about that," she countered "I don't always let on what I know."
"Like what?" I asked, very curious.
"Like the last time I wore this dress," my sister explained "I could tell just how much you liked it on me. So could mom; that's why she said what she did to me."
I frowned at the thought that I was a lot more obvious than I had assumed.
"Oh, don't feel bad, Mark," Melanie consoled "I liked it. That's why I wore this dress that day -- today too."
"But weren't you worried about what mom would say or think today?" I asked.
"No, not really. Besides, I really don't care and I don't think she does either."
As Melanie and I talked I noticed that dark clouds had begun to fill the sky. The wind had picked up too. The breeze was chilly. I feared that it might rain.
"It looks like rain." I remarked, nodding up towards the menacing clouds.
"Shit. I hope not." Melanie spat out as she raised her head.
Melanie and I continued to watch cars pass by. Most slowed down to look, but not many stopped. We were able to sell some more things that afternoon, but not quite half of all we had put out.
"There's always tomorrow." Melanie reminded me, although she seemed as disappointed as I was.
It was about fifteen minutes later that I felt the first drops of rain land on me. I looked up. "Damn, it's starting to rain." I said.
"Maybe it will only be a quick shower." my sister said.
Melanie was always more of an optimist than me, but this time optimism was not enough. Soon the rain began coming down harder.
"Shit, we better get inside," Melanie said "this is getting worse."
Melanie and I got up and began putting things in the boxes that we had stowed under the table. Once one box was full I ran inside with it. The rain was bouncing off of the pavement by the time Melanie and I were putting the last few items on the table into a box. We stood on the verandah, looking out at the pelting rain.
"Damnit," she spat out "want to bring the table in too?"
"No, let's just leave it there. We can bring it up here later once the rain stops." I said.
My hair and t-shirt were completely soaked. Rivulets of rainwater ran down my face. I went inside, dejected and shivering.
As I watched Melanie close the door behind us I noticed that she had gotten drenched too. She had stayed out in the downpour while I raced inside with full boxes, so had gotten the worst of the rain. Her limp, wet hair hung down around her wet shoulders and face, but what I noticed most was the effect that the rain had on her dress. It was as wet as my t-shirt and clung to her body even more than it had when it was dry. My eyes followed the drops of water dripping from her chin. They ran down her chest towards her breasts. Her thick, hard nipples pushed out at the wet material. As I stared at them I realized that I could see their dark hue against the wet white material of Melanie's dress.
"You look like you've been in a wet t-shirt contest." I joked, my eyes still riveted to my sister's nipples, quite visible through her wet dress.
Melanie looked down at her chest. She tugged her dress taught over her left breast to examine how translucent it had become. Now I could see her areola through the wet material. I appeared to be about the size of a quarter.
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