Chapter 3: A Rainy Day at Home

Crash, the lightning crackled through the sky. Heather watched out the window, as it poured. It was hot and humid, and with the rain, no one wanted to go out, and the pool wasn’t an option. Mom was at work, and it looked like it was going to be one of those days. Mom was working a double, and there was nothing on television. I flipped the channels but it was infomercial after infomercial. I’ve never understood, how, during summer break none the less, all the normal television channels air nothing but infomercials. I finally stopped on Jerry Springer. The episode was “I’m sleeping with my sister” and it made me look over at Heather, who was on the opposite end of the couch staring out the window. Some guy was getting beaten on by his overweight girlfriend for sleeping with his sister, and every third word was a bleep.

“Wow. She’s really mad at him.” I said. “All over having sex with his sister.”

Heather walked over to me, sticking out her chest, to try to get me to notice her tits. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt and her bicycle shorts. The t-shirt was so tight, that it left nothing to the imagination, and her bicycle shorts were just as tight. She sat down between my legs, leaning back against me so that she could watch with me. I put my arms around her, hugging her tightly. Of course my hand instinctively found my way down to her pussy and began massaging it through the cloth as we watched television. I kissed her neck and she moaned.