Chapter 7: A Quiet Night at Home

I really wanted to talk to Allison about the things that Bob and I had discussed. The only problem was she wasn't there. I found a note saying that she and Shannon had gone to the mall to catch a matinee and that she would be home for dinner. So much for that idea. Then I realized it wasn't such a big deal. After all, we had all night to talk, and other things.

I changed and took my homework out on the back patio. The next hour and a half was spent relaxing in the sun. Just me, some tunes (I had gotten one of those jukebox mp3 players that hold like a million songs for my birthday) a tall glass of lemonade, and of course three textbooks, paper, pens and pencils. You know, just a typical teenager catching some rays. Well, typical for me anyway. After the homework was finished I kicked back to relax for a bit.

I must have dozed off because I didn't hear anyone come home. My first hint that anyone else was around was the bucket of seemingly ice-cold water that suddenly drenched my head and chest. I leaped up from the lounger with a loud scream, just in time to see Allison drop the bucket and dive into the pool

"You little brat!" I jumped up and tore after her. After the ice bath the pool felt like diving into a hot tub. I immediately knew something was up because Allison was making no attempt to get away. Once she was in the water she just swam to the far end and waited for me to catch her.

"Hi Jimmy, have a nice nap?" she teased. As soon as I got close she launched herself at me, wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me. I jerked away as she tried to stick her tongue in my mouth.

"Are you nuts? Mom and Dad could be home any second!" I whispered urgently, glancing toward the back door.

"Relax big brother. Didn't you check the recorder when you came home?"

Actually I hadn't. After my initial disappointment at finding Allison gone I had forgotten to. I told her so.

"Dad is taking Mom out; they won't be home until late. We're supposed to fend for ourselves for dinner, do our homework and be in bed on time. Which means that I, have you, all to myself for the evening. What do you think of that?"

"What do I think?" I said in a low voice, "C'mere and let me show you just what I think of that." As soon as she came away from the wall again I grabbed her, dunked her head under the water, then swam for my life. She chased me for a good five minutes trying to return the favor, but I'm a stronger swimmer and even when she did catch me she didn't have the strength to push me under. It was sure fun letting her try though, or so I thought. I might be stronger but she is definitely sneakier.

After another unsuccessful attempt on her part I dunked her again. She must have been waiting for it because there was no resistance when I shoved her under the water. It didn't take long to find out why because suddenly my swim trunks were down around my knees. She had it timed perfectly, breaking the surface just as my hands shot down to grab my runaway trunks. This left me in a rather vulnerable position, which she took immediate advantage of.

"Hey! That's not..." I started to complain.

She must have pushed off really hard from the bottom because she came out of the water almost to her waist, and as she came back down she put both hands on top of my head and aimed for the center of the earth. As I was already bent over trying to recover my suit I didn't stand a chance. I ended up about two feet under water trying desperately to reach the surface. This is hard to do with your swimsuit still around your knees, and of course since I had been caught off guard complaining about the unfair tactics, my mouth had been open and I didn't have much air left. I finally managed to kick my way to the surface, spitting and sputtering and looking around for Allison so I could drown her.

Did I mention how sneaky she is?

Okay, the whole sequence went like this; she went down, my suit went down. I went down for my suit; she came up, way up. She came down; I went down, way down. Do you see a pattern here? I came back up again and, you guessed it, she went back down. The extra kicking while trying to reach the surface had resulted in my suit going from my knees down to my ankles. I mentioned Allison was nowhere in sight when I came up. I immediately discovered where she had disappeared to as she yanked my suit the rest of the way off, yanking me pretty much off my feet in the process. I had a sneaking suspicion that to go back down in search of her would be an even bigger mistake, so I waited for her to surface. I didn't have to wait long. I had expected her to come up taunting me with my suit. Nope. By the time I got my feet back under me she was coming up right next to the steps and proceeded to walk out of the pool with my suit.

"Hey! Bring those back," I yelled.

"I don't think so. I worked hard for this little trophy and I'm keeping it. Besides," she said, holding them up in front of her waist, "I think they will look pretty good on me. Don't you?" Actually I wasn't really that much bigger than her. I had ended my last growth spurt at around five-foot-six. Girls do mature faster, so along with the extra curves she was up to about five-two. Neither of us is what you would call fat. My waist was about twenty-eight-inches, hers couldn't have been more that twenty. Of course, she had hips, very nice hips actually, where as I practically needed a belt to keep my underwear up.

"I like the one you have on a lot better," I said, hoping flattery would succeed where threats obviously stood no chance.

She just looked at me. Then she hooked the waistband on her finger, slung them over her shoulder like a coat and struck a pose. "Come and get them," she taunted.

"Come on, Allison, that's not fair. Give them back." Despite the adventures we had shared the night before I was not really ready to parade around naked in front of my sister. Especially since all this had given me a raging hard on.

"Ooh, poor boy," she pouted, and then walked to the edge. She held the suit up over the water as if she were about to drop it. I should have known better. "Not!" she cried then turned and went into the house.

"Allison!"

She returned to the glass door a second later but my suit was nowhere to be seen. The door opened and a towel landed about two feet from the edge of the pool. Then she turned and was gone. Not trusting her, I waited for a few seconds to see what would happen, then swam over to grab the towel. I crept down the side, holding the towel up out of the water. I then climbed slowly out, covering myself as I headed towards the house. The lights were all off but it was still early so the house had plenty of light. I cautiously walked down the hall towards my room. Allison's room was closed but the bathroom door was open. If I hurried I could beat her into the shower.

I grabbed a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt from my room, and then stepped into the bathroom. Dropping my clothes next to the sink and my towel on the floor, I reached past the curtain to turn on the water. I jumped back, startled, as the curtain shot back. There was Allison wearing nothing but my missing suit. She had cinched the waist just enough that they wouldn't fall off her hips. Other than that, my little sister stood before me stark naked from the waist up.

"What do you think?" she asked, in very happy voice, like she was showing off a new outfit to a friend at the mall. "Still like the other one better?"

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open and stared. She was a vision come to life. Even with her wet hair plastered down, dripping wet and wearing a ridiculous pair of oversized boy's yellow baggies, she took my breath away. I was speechless. I could feel the blood leaving my face on the now familiar journey south. This had the usual result.

The effect was not lost on Allison as she said, "I guess not." She turned and adjusted the water temperature then held out her hand to me and asked, "Were you coming in?"

I took her hand and stepped into the tub. She pulled the shower curtain closed and popped the trigger on the tub, sending warm water cascading over us out of the shower head. Then she stood and pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her body to me, her lips seeking mine. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue already questing ahead. I threw caution to the wind and met her half way, my arms snaking around her waist. It was like a scene in a movie, two lovers kissing under a waterfall. Only in all the movies I was allowed to watch, the two had clothes on. I liked this way much better.

She held the kiss for a few seconds then pulled back. "Hi!" she breathed huskily. "Still mad at me?"

"I think I could be talked into forgiving you," I replied, kissing her nose and leaning my forehead against hers. "Has anyone ever told you that you're sneaky?"

"Why Jimmy! You make it sound like I had the whole thing planned."

"The thought had crossed my mind."

"Really? I'm shocked. But now that you mention it, several thoughts have been crossing my mind lately. Like what these really taste like." She bent down and proceeded to suck one of my nipples into her mouth and lick at the tip. And almost immediately pulled back and spit. "Yuck! Chlorine!"

She spit several more times, and then reached and grabbed the soap. "Hold still." She proceeded to rub the soap liberally over my chest and arms, then between her hands until she had an appreciable lather built up. Placing the soap back in the holder, she proceeded to add the lather on her hands to what was on my chest, rubbing all over my neck, chest, stomach and arms. She then re-soaped her hands.

"Now for the back." I started to turn but she stopped me, "I said, 'Hold Still!' Now be a good boy and lift up your arms." She pressed herself hard against me and began making big soapy circles all over my back. I could feel the softness of her breasts as they pressed against my chest. Her hard nipples felt like they were cutting grooves of fire in my flesh as they slid around. This was definitely better than the dream. She kissed me hard as her hands worked there way down my back and began kneading the cheeks of my butt. There is no way she could not notice the hard pillar of flesh that was pressing against the outside of her, actually my, suit. She stopped and moved us around so that my back was to the shower, blocking the water from hitting her. She then picked up the soap and looked me hard in the eye. She held my gaze as she slowly sank down to her knees in front of me.

<<oh, My, GOD!>>

Her head was inches from my very erect penis. She lathered up her hands and began soaping one leg. She kept it up until the surface was slick with suds, then repeated the process on the other side. I was going out of my mind. Each time she would work up across my thigh I thought I would explode. When she finished the second leg she looked up at me to catch my eye, then slowly slid her gaze down my body to my rigid penis.

"So that's what it looks like, I've always wondered," she said.

Lathering up her hands she began massaging the flesh around the base, causing my cock to twitch and move, and her to giggle. The light growth of my pubic hair helped to generate more lather which she gathered up and used as she started gently rubbing my scrotum, very gently rolling my swollen testicles around between her fingers. I thought I was going to die.

Then it happened, she gently slid one soapy hand up the length of my penis, the slickness of the soap lubricating the shaft as she went. "Oooh! Soooofft," she whispered in an airy voice, "and yet hard at the same time." She gave it a gently squeeze before starting back down. I'm not likely to ever be a porn star by any stretch of the imagination, but her hand barely closed around my shaft. To keep the lubrication even she twisted her hand a little on the way back up the second time. Once she reached the top, she took a minute to trace around the flared tip with her index finger and thumb. "What an interesting shape." Looking up at me again she said, "I hope I'm not distressing you, but I want to remember every detail so that it will be right when I dream about it later."

God she sounded sexy! She turned her attention back to the matter "at hand" and began slowly moving her hand gently up and down my shaft.

"You said last night that you had never done this before, so this will be a first time for both of us. Just tell me if you want me to stop."

Right! Like that was going to happen!

As her hand began to move faster my knees began to get weak and I started to slump. This allowed the water to run over my shoulder and down my body, washing away some of the precious lubrication.

"Hmm, can't have that now, can we?" She leaned past me and turned the water off. Unfortunately she only used one hand and could only turn off one side at a time. The good news was that she started with the hot so I got to keep my skin. I cringed as the cold water hit my spine. She immediately realized her mistake and slammed her palm down on the shower button, sending the icy flow out the lower spout.

"Sorry about that," she said as she turned the second knob. "Now then, where was I?"

Her left hand had been rinsed clean so she rolled the soap in it a couple times. She then returned to my scrotum and began gently rolling my testicles as her other hand resumed its slow trek up and down my aching erection. As she slowly built the pace I felt a tingling sensation growing in my abdomen.

Then it happened! Suddenly I was shooting streamers of semen everywhere. Her head was to one side so she didn't get splattered. The first two shots went over her shoulder and spent themselves against the far wall of the shower. I don't think the first one even lost altitude on the way; it was like a rifle shot. The second hit a little lower. My abdomen was convulsing and my hips involuntarily rocked in time to the movement of her hand. I came so hard that it was not until the third spasm that the flow even touched her. It hit her shoulder and trickled down across her chest. A few more much smaller streams landed on her arm and then the rest kind of oozed down her wrist.