Sara knew she had to wait. The queue was long and the service slow. The sun was glaring down on them and the sound of traffic was almost unbearable. She rolled down the window of her old as the hills sedan and peered outside. There was no end of the line in sight and her car was squeezed between other vehicles. She couldn't leave the drive-through just yet.
Her cell phone began vibrating in the pocket of her tight-fitting jeans. She let it vibrate for some time before flipping it open; it was Misha, her sister.
"Grab me a coke and some fries will you," yelled Misha, in order to be heard over din.
I'll grab so much more when I get home, thought Sara as she finally spat out her order to the man at the counter. In the meanwhile, if anything she was grabbing some attention. She watched quizzically as the man on the counter stared at her boobs while taking her order. Having a pair of 32Ds she couldn't really blame him. In addition, the sweat had made her tank top cling to her body making her bosom very prominent. Deciding to have some fun, she took her sweet time bending down to pick up her purse giving him a decent view of her ample cleavage. She knew that that one man about to jerk off in some washroom close by.
Upon reaching home, she took off her tank top and her jeans, and collapsed on the couch wearing just her bra and panties. She knew there was no one in the house beside her sister to mind her lying in the lounge semi-naked. Plus, they were a very open family that gave each other their space and understood that it got really, really hot in the summers in the capital of Pakistan, Islamabad. For the while, her father and mother had gone to the Bahamas for a vacation and her brother was out of the city leaving the twenty-one year old Sara and the nineteen year old Misha with the house to themselves.
While Sara flipped through channels, her sister walked in sporting her brothers long shirt and panties. She loved to wear her brother's clothes, she loved the smell of musk and her brother never seemed to mind.
"The sun hates us," said Misha, sadly settling down in the couch beside her sister.
Sara nodded and switched on the air conditioner on full blast. She tied her hair into an untidy bun and smiled.
"You are telling me? Look at the perspiration on my bra," Sara said, showing her sister the wet inside padding of her bra, managing to give her a peek of her nipple. She knew her sister had a thing for sweaty bodies. Misha openly admitted it. She would keep her brother's sweaty football jerseys and sniff on them when he would come back from a game. Danial, their brother, would just laugh and wave it off. They still had reservations about opening up their sex life and fantasies to their brother, but the sisters knew everything about each other. Since they shared a room since they were toddlers, they would even masturbate in front of each other. But things had started heating up this summer when Sara had asked Misha to shave her under-arms for her. It drove Misha nuts but they had resisted the temptation to get down on each other, because their parents were still home. Now they saw the opportunity to open up.
"I think I should go shower," said Sara as she undid her bra and took it off, revealing her milky white breasts glistening with sweat.
"I think you don't need one," said Misha, moving closer to her sister and lying down on top of her slowly. "You are all nice and sweaty."
"If you insist," said Sara, pulling her sister closer and putting a hand behind her head. Misha took her sisters breast in her mouth and begin flicking her nipple with her tongue slowly as Sara pulled her head closer. Misha began sucking harder and ran her hand down her sisters tummy to stroke her thigh. She removed her panties effortlessly, as Sara unclasped her bra and cupped her sisters breast, squeezing it gently. Misha moved up and glued her lips to Sara's, moving her tongue into her waiting mouth. Sara sucked on her tongue thirstily and moved her hand down to her sister's pussy. Careful not to hurt her vagina, Sara started finger fucking her sister. Misha closed her eyes and pinched her sister's nipple gently.
"Ahh, don't stop Sara. Please," cried Misha, as she came. Sara took her finger and licked her sister's love juices of it clean. Misha, eager to return the favour, dug her face in Sara's sweaty armpits and started licking slowly. She inserted her finger into her sister's pussy and began to move it in and out slowly. Her tongue worked it's way to the other armpit where it found beads of sweat waiting to be licked. Even while pleasuring her sister, Misha was in heaven. Before long, Sara reached orgasm and the sisters licked the juice of Misha's fingers. They collapsed in each other's arms and could sense that a new chapter in their lives had now started.
