Saturday afternoon and evening had been wild. Two totally new chapters in my journal. It all started out innocent enough. I had invited my sister Mikayla to join my boyfriend Jimmy and I for a swim at the pond. Mikayla had inadvertently presented Jimmy and I with a perfect cameltoe as she pulled herself up onto the swim platform. Perfect in that we were witness to the detailed contours of her labia, clitoral hood and piercing.
Mikayla's beautiful body was breathtaking. Her bountiful breasts, sexy hips and thighs would have been enough all by themselves. But the discovery that my sister had a sex toy punched through her skin made me silently flip out.
So, while Jimmy swam around in the chilly water attending to his erection, I made the first move. I laid on my tummy topless, with my head in my arms. It was a warm sunny day, so what the fuck, I did it. My sister followed my lead. I wasn't expecting my boyfriend to up the ante.
Jimmy, without so much as a "Hannah, do you mind if I," pulled himself up onto the platform naked. With a partial erection he laid down on the deck two feet in front of our faces. Then just to fuck with us, he dozed off in the warm summer sun.
It was me who turned a casual display of nudity among friends and family into a lewd affair. Damn, Mikayla was right, I had acted like a total slut. I had been showing off, like a little brat, without thinking it through. Under the guise of avoiding a sunburn, I inappropriately woke Jimmy with an award-winning blow job. I sucked my sister into the intimate moment between me and Jimmy just because I could.
Later that evening my insane curiosity about Mikayla's piercing led me to her room for what shouldn't have been any more than a younger sister sex education class. An impromptu tickling session ensued that left me with my sister wiping cum off my face with my discarded panties.
Sunday evening was different. My curiosity wasn't so much about the piercing. Something, maybe insecurity or a sexual awakening, left me wanting to snuggle with Mikayla, skin to skin. But in reality, it was me wanting to touch and be touched by another girl. Any girl would have been fine, but I trusted my sister more than anyone else in the world.
After an hour of me having my way with Mikayla, she suggested we share a shower. I was giddy with the thought of soaping and washing her. Mikayla's room is where Sunday evening ended and the third chapter of my journal begins.
*****
Previously:
"Go get your robe and meet me in the bathroom. And for God's sake be quiet!" Mikayla instructed.
Naked, I stepped passed her and unlocked her bedroom door.
"I don't need no bathrobe." I quipped.
"Ouch! That really hurt." I said as I rubbed my butt cheek.
"Quiet. Remember, if you get caught. I'm telling mom that I told you to put on your robe." Mikayla scolded.
"What if it's Dad?" I said snidely.
"You actually are a total slut, aren't you?" Mikayla gasped.
"Who me? No way, I'm a good girl." I said with such sweetness that I almost gagged us both.
I moved through the doorway before her hand could inflict a second smack on my naked bottom.
We were halfway to the bathroom when the door to my parent's bedroom slowly began to open. I stifled a gasp and stopped dead in my tracks. Not having seen our parent's door move, Mikayla put her hand in the middle of my back and pushed me forward. It was too late to go back. My mind was racing, bathroom or stairwell? Could I make it to either one before it was too late?
"Hannah!"
*****
Mikayla shouted my name, in a loud whisper. Shouted with an urgency that she didn't think I understood. She had also seen the door opening and didn't understand my hesitation. Vaulting out of her push, I took the stairs on the fly with my breasts bouncing and my toes gripping the carpet in the turn. I felt Mikayla's robe brush my bare ass as she stepped into the space where I had been.
An instant later Mikayla shouted, "Dad! You startled me!"
I assumed that Mikayla was using her body and voice to cover my naked exit from the hallway. I turned left at the bottom of the stairs into the foyer.
"Sorry Honey, I thought I heard you and your sister arguing, but I don't have on my hearing aids." Dad replied.
"Nope, I'm just heading for the shower. If you need to use the bathroom, go ahead." Mikayla said, while blocking his view of the stairwell.
"No, I'm just heading downstairs to the kitchen."
"Do you want some company?" Mikayla asked, still blocking his way and stalling for time.
"It's late, go take your shower. Will I see you before you head back to campus?"
"Maybe, but if not, I'll be home on Wednesday. Mom invited me and a classmate over for dinner." Mikayla answered.
Her father stood in the doorway and gestured for Mikayla to continue on her way. "Ok, see you then. Good night honey."
"Goodnight Dad." Mikayla said as she passed by him.
I only heard part of Mikayla and Dad's conversation. By the time I realized he was coming downstairs it was too late to hide. I darted to the coat rack next to the front door looking for a coat. The only cover-up was Mikayla's thigh-high designer plastic raincoat. It was shiny white with large white buttons. I put it on, opened the front door, and then closed it like I'd just entered the house. I didn't have time to button it so I gathered the open edges in the middle of the coat and clutched them closed. I met dad as he stepped off the bottom stairstep.
"Hi dad, what are you doing up so late?" I asked calmly, clutching the raincoat closed.
I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. But Dad didn't act like he had a clue about my nakedness.
"Ah, I was going to ask you the same question. I'm on my way to the kitchen, how about you?"
"I just ran out to check if I'd locked my car. I hadn't. Got to pee. Later dad." I said as I shot past him up the stairs.
"Goodnight Hannah." Dad said as I blew by him.
I swear I heard him mumble something like "Crazy girl."
*****
The bathroom door wasn't locked. I opened it, closed it and then leaned my back against it. Unclutched, Mikayla's raincoat opened and exposed me from my toes up between my breasts to my throat.
"What the fuck were you thinking? And who said you could wear my raincoat?" Mikayla giggled.
"I don't think Dad knew that I was naked under the coat, he didn't say anything. Holy shit Mika, that was close. Thanks for covering my ass."
"Dad can't hear, but there's nothing wrong with his vision. He knew. Look at yourself in the mirror." Mikayla scolded.
I clutched the coat closed and examined myself in the mirror. Naked from my toes to the hem of the coat, maybe a little more thigh when I moved but no pussy flash. Bare to six inches below my collarbone but no cleavage.
"Dad didn't see anything. But he might have guessed it." I said with more confidence than I felt.
Laughing at Mikayla's look of total exasperation, I struck a pose in the mirror. With my feet slightly parted I turned at an angle to the mirror. I stood tall with squared shoulders. It was my best attempt at striking a runway pose.
Performing for my sister, I put my right hand on my hip and shifted my weight to my left foot. Still clutching the raincoat in my right hand, it opened, uncovering my right leg, breast and collarbone. I was pleased by the way my naked cameltoe accented and became the star of my impromptu fashion statement.
"Do you really think that I could model professionally?" I laughed as I struck several more poses.
Instead of scolding or putting me down, she returned to being my sister. And just like when we were little girls performing silly stage plays, she began laughing at my antics.
"Ok, you've just ruined the way I think about that coat. I'll never be able to wear it again without thinking about your cute little ... fashion model body." Mikayla scolded.
"You were going to say, 'Cute little pussy,' weren't you?" I chuckled.
Mikayla reached out for her coat. Unable to hold her laughter, in a not so stern voice she said. "Give me back my coat and get your butt into the shower."
Anticipating some form of physical retribution, I stepped into the shower covering my butt cheeks with both hands.
*****
Before Hannah's father returned to his bedroom, he stood quietly listening at the bathroom door. Fearing one of the girls would open the door and catch him eavesdropping, he only lingered for a moment.
"What was all the commotion about." Hannah's mother asked.
"The girls were running some sort of a smoke screen. He answered as he took off his robe and got back into bed.
"At one in the morning?".
"All I know is that Hannah was just coming in from outside and all she was wearing was a raincoat. I think that Mikayla was trying to cover for her."
Hannah's mother sat up and turned on her bedside lamp.
"She was naked, are you sure?"
"Well, she might have been wearing underpants, but she was definitely barefoot and braless." Her dad replied.
"Roger, what in God's name could she have been doing outside dressed like that?"
"She said that she forgot to lock her car. That she had run outside to lock it. I got the feeling that she was hiding something. But don't ask me, she's your daughter. You go figure her out if you want answers. I'm not so sure that I want to know. After all, she is nineteen."
"She's your daughter too, just because she's a girl doesn't give you a pass to avoid asking obvious questions." She said using her mom voice.
"What did you want me to say, "Hannah why are you coming in from outside dressed like that?" He said with the sternness of an irate father.
"Absolutely, that would have been perfect."
"Alice, there's no scenario where I want my nineteen-year-old daughter to tell me that she lost her clothes at a party, or some other excuse that would cause me to get involved."
