I pulled up to my sister's house in a hurry. I was already running late, and if we were gonna get to our older sister's wedding on time, we needed to
book it
. I parked my truck by the lawn next to the mailbox and honked the horn forcefully. We needed to go right now.
60 seconds goes by and she doesn't come out. I honk again. She comes bursting out of front door holding overstuffed bags and tumbling down the front porch steps. Her roommate closes the front door behind before they can say goodbye to one another. I was initially surprised at what my sister was wearing: super short jean shorts, sneakers, and a white band logo T-shirt. I was surprised at first, but then it occurred to me that its 100+ fucking degrees outside and I myself was wearing cargo shorts and a tank top. I guess we have similar minds.
Some background: I'm 20, she's 19. Our parents divorced a few years ago and I decided to stay with my mom until I get a well-enough paying job to support myself. Not long after she graduated high school, my sister moved in with her friend (and her friend's boyfriend) because her and our mom fought too much. We don't see each other as often now, which is kind of disappointing because we've always gotten along swimmingly, but it's for the better to keep my mom from going nuts.
My sister looked different today than when I saw her most days. Her brown hair seemed to be more blackish now, and it was down when it's usually in a ponytail. She also wasn't wearing any make-up, another rare occurrence. She kind of had a punk rock/kind of teenage rebel look going on, but without having to try too hard; a little bit weird since she wasn't that kind of person at all, but it worked for her. One of the dirty truths about growing up is that I always thought my sister was pretty attractive, even if I didn't want to admit it. This a problem I think a lot of opposite sex siblings have, and it didn't help that she was only a year younger than me. My other sister, whose wedding we were going to, was pretty attractive too, but she had 11 years on me and was already out of the house by the time I was a teenager, so she wasn't around much. It was sometimes weird for me when my sister wore a super skimpy bikini in the pool, or I would catch her walking from the bathroom to her room in just a short towel and I'd catch a quick glimpse at the bottom of her buttcheeks, but really, I never thought anything of it. We're a pretty conservative family and that kind of thing is bound to happen, so we just deal with it. I'm sure she caught some glances of me in my boxers too from time to time, so whatever.
I told my sister as soon as she got in the car and put her bags down that we didn't have time for dilly dallying. The wedding was a considerable amount of distance away and we didn't have time to fuck around. We started on our way immediately.
As per usual, most of the ride consisted of casual banter - catching up, gossip, and other nonsense. It was always easy for us to joke around together growing up and this was no different. It was a good time.
It occurred to the both of us that neither of us were dressed accordingly. "Are you gonna get dressed when you get there too?", she asked.
"Of course", I replied. "There's no way I'm wearing that suit for this long of a drive in this sweltering heat". I pointed to my tux, which was in a duffle bag in the back seat.
She seemed to agree.
"I hear ya there. Speaking of which, can we turn the air on in here? I'm starting to sweat like crazy."
I regretfully informed her that my AC was broken. She was as angry I was. We were just gonna have to deal with the heat.
I rolled down the windows, but it didn't do much. The sun was absolutely brutal. I guess we should be used to it having lived in Arizona for a number of years, but this was like a new kind of hot. I began to feel some sweat roll down my back myself.
We simply dealt with the heat as the trip went on, trying to keep normal conversations despite the fact that, after a while, we both began to look like we just got out the shower. Eventually I couldn't deal with it anymore and took my shirt off at the first opportunity. I'm a pretty average bodied guy, but I admittedly have some extra pounds (my sister is much thinner than I, but she's no twig). I didn't that help
that
much with the heat, but it helped a little bit. I sighed with relief and some air brushed my torso.
My sister retaliated. "This heat is fucking unbearable. It won't be weird if I take my shirt off too, will it? I'm dying."
I thought about it for a moment. I guess it wouldn't be all that weird seeing as I've seen her in a bathing suit before, but a bra is a different thing. But truly, I didn't want her to suffer the heat any longer. "I guess not. Go ahead.", I answered.
"Are you sure it won't be weird?"
"I don't see why it would. I mean, I've seen you a bathing suit before so it's not like it's a big mystery what's under there, right?"
"I guess that's true.", she replied as she lifted her shirt above her head and threw it down at her feet.
Of course, I said it wouldn't be a big deal, but boy was I wrong. The green lace bra she was wearing was pushing her boobs up big time. They looked huge. If I had to guess, they were probably C cups, but in this bra they looked like DDs, and suddenly I was reminded of how attractive she really was. Even sitting down her stomach was perfectly flat, like all the lingerie models you see in magazines. Between that, her boobs, and the fact her hair was dripping wet, I have to admit I got little turned on. I've never quite felt that way about my sister before, but I guess it was just part of the situation.
I swear, the longer we drove the hotter it got. The temperature reader in my car said "98", but I knew for a fact it was hotter than that. It had to be. Even with our shirts off we were still sweating like dogs. I took my socks and shoes off because I didn't wanna have them start smelling, and my sister did the same.
The longer I looked at my sister with her shirt off, though, the more attractive she became. Every once in a while we would drive over a bump and she would put her hands on her boobs to stop them from bouncing too much. The first few times it happened we both laughed, but after a while I couldn't stop looking over at her whenever I saw a bump coming. It just became so sexy.
Eventually we came to a red light underneath an overpass. There was a nice breeze when we stopped and we smiled and put our heads back to enjoy it. But of course, when we started up again, the heat came rushing back.
"Ugh. My boobs are starting to sweat.", my sister complained.
There was a short silence. Should I say it?
"Take your bra off.", I reluctantly replied.
She looked shocked. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah here, I'll roll the windows up three thirds of the way so no one sees." My windows were tinted. I rolled them up and tried to seem like I didn't care about what was about to happen, but honestly I was beginning to get hard at the idea of seeing my sister's tits. They looked so amazing in that bra and I couldn't even begin to imagine what they'd look like in their full glory.