Please read the other installments in this story. They are:
1. Seeing my Sister
2. Bob sees his sister's body
3. Bob Discusses things with his sister
4. Bob and Becky get comfortable again
5. Becky likes to watch
6. Bob and Becky watch each other
7. Bob and Becky, Ch. 7
8. Bob and Becky, Ch. 8
9. Bob and Becky, Ch. 9
10. Bob and Becky, Ch. 10
I decided to do a few more chapters. Please keep the feedback coming! I've had great constructive criticism. I love to hear from you folks.
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Becky and I pulled back into the driveway after we had finished the shopping for the party. We overbought, as usual, and we realized just how much so as we pulled bag after bag from the car and ferried them into the kitchen. We had purchased lots of appetizer type foods that only required a little bit of preparation, and lots of drink mixers (the liquor was supposed to show up just after noon).
After packing the groceries away into the fridge or into coolers with ice, the phone rang. It was Sheryl.
"Hey sexy," she said, as soon as I had said hello. "I just got the rest of the day off. Have you guys already done your shopping?"
"Yeah, we just finished putting things away. You want to come over?" I asked her.
"I'll be there in 20 minutes!" she replied. They said their goodbyes and I told Sheryl the new plan. Sheryl was thrilled.
"I was wondering what you were going to do this afternoon, I have some shopping I need to do, and I doubt you'd want to come with me, but I didn't want to leave you to be bored alone. I'm pretty sure Sheryl can keep you distracted." She said to me.
As Becky got ready to go shopping, I decided I would do some yard work. It was really pretty good, but I thought I'd trim it and edge it and get the flower beds weeded and all taken care of. It wasn't that I thought I would impress my party guests tonight, but as my parent thought I was working today, they would think I took some of my precious week-end time to do this favor for them. It was a minor deception, and I did have some guilt, but I decided this is what teenagers do. And really, it was pretty minor.
As I was mowing Becky came out and told me she was leaving for shopping. Shortly after that Sheryl showed up. Sheryl came into the back yard and gave me a lovely kiss on the mouth. I turned off the mower and told her my plan to clean the yard.
"Not terribly romantic, you know," she said, smirking at me, "but why don't I give you a hand."
She went inside to change, and I started mowing again. Our yard isn't huge, but I was doing it carefully, making the mowing patterns that my father liked so much. Sheryl soon came back outside and I gaped at her. She was wearing a very thin white cotton shirt. It was a little beat up, but more importantly, it was nearly sheer. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra. Even though her little breasts did not sway and wiggle much without the bra, the slightly upward turned breasts with the puffy areola and stiff nipples were clearly discernable both by shape, and by the slightly darker color obvious through the flimsy shirt. She also had on an impossibly small pair of shorts. They looked like they might have belonged to her in the third grade, and she just forced herself into them again. They were satiny, and dark blue. Combine this with her bare feet, her easily tossed hair, and she was a goddess. This girl was so hot she had no need of lingerie or even nudity to make me want to fall all over her -- a worn cotton shirt and old shorts made her look good enough to eat. I immediately turned off the lawn mower and went to her, hugging her and kissing her deeply.
"Now you behave!" She said, pushing away from me. "We're going to work in the yard, remember?"
"You come out looking like that, you have to expect me to notice!" I moaned to her.
"Oh yes, you go ahead and notice, and then you think about what we're going to do later. But no touching until later! Let the anticipation work on you." She smiled and pulled away from me.
She went to the flowerbeds and started weeding while I started the mower back up. Our back-yard was very private. There was a seven foot wooden privacy fence which was pretty good, but additionally there was ivy growing on the fence, making it a solid wall. Not to mention we had older neighbors on either side who would be at work this time of day. Sheryl put on a wonderful show for me. She planted her feet about shoulder width apart, and bent from the waist to pull the weeds. Her lovely behind seemed to point at me wherever I was in the yard.
I finished the mowing and pulled out the weed-eater. I carefully trimmed all around the yard, and received the usual grass bits all over my legs and shorts from the trimmer. When I was finished I pulled out the garden hose and sprayed off my legs. Then, being affected by the heat of the day, I pulled off my shirt and sprayed my head, to cool myself down. Sheryl came over and, taking the hose from me, said "I'm pretty hot too. It is going to be too hot tonight to make a fire to sit around." And with that, she ran the hose over her long hair and then, to my delight, all over her torso as well.