Sex on the beach_(4)

We were both in the same year at school, and at the age of 15 both glad to be able to do our own thing for a while. Of course, being England, the heat brought along with it the rain. It was during one of these storms the story really starts.

I was sat at the desk in my room trying to trawl through some homework which needed to be done over the holidays. At some stage I must have lapsed into daydreaming, I can’t remember what about, but I found myself looking at the rain running down the outside of the window. It was absolutely chucking it down. So with it quickly turning into a lake outside and nothing else to do, it was back to the homework for me.

I decided I needed something to wake me up a bit and walked down to the kitchen to get a drink. I flicked the kettle on and it quickly started bubbling away. Just as I was about to pour it, the back door came flying open with an enormous bang. Spinning round I managed to pour the freshly boiling water all over my hand.

The pain didn’t set in immediately as I was somewhat suddenly distracted by the site of my sister stood in the doorway, dripping wet. She was wearing one of those small white tee-shirts and of course when wet, they don’t leave much to the imagination. It’s that sight that distracted me and I just stood there gawping at her chest. And boy could you see everything! Apparently she had decided not to wear a bra that day and the sight of her shirt clinging tightly to her boobs, with even the colour of her nipples showing through had been enough to distract me from the pain in my hand.

“Its pissing down out there” She declared angrily, “I’m drenched!”

Now all of this had happened in maybe five or ten seconds, and of course the pain soon caught up with me.

“Arrrrgh Fuck!” I shouted as I started shaking my rapidly red turning hand. “Its only rain” said Em “no need to swear” she chuckled before turning back around to see me waving my hand franticly in the air.

“What you doing freak” asked my rather bemused sister.

“I just poured boiling water on my fucking hand” I retorted. My Sis always was good in a crisis, seemed to know what to do. “Stop waving it, and put it under the tap” She said quickly grabbing my wrist and yanking it into the sink. She held it there and turned on the cold water. The coolness of it quickly started soothing my hand and she kept it there for a good while.

Of course, with the pain dissipating, my eyes were drawn back to the beautiful pair of breasts inside the dripping tee-shirt, which was by now hovering pretty much by the side of my face as I lent against the sink. I could see the shape perfectly, the roundness and her nipples poking against the fabric. My sister was a slim girl, and at that age had curves in all the right places and in all the right proportions for any guy to drool over. Most of my mates had made comments along the lines of “your sis is well fit” or “nice rack” and trust me, if I hadn’t noticed before, I certainly was now!

There was a bulge forming quickly in my shorts as I enjoyed the view, almost forgetting about my hand. Now just like my sister, I was not bad looking either. I was about 5’10”, slim but well toned. I had been involved with many outdoor sports for a few years and the effort had been rewarded.