I remember the summer of 1969 a little differently than some in my generation do. Yeah, sure, the summer with the moon landing, and the summer where Manson and his followers killed all those people, and yeah, Woodstock was the best (I should know on the last one, I was there, just all the way in the back). But what I remember about that summer was my sister, Susie.
Man, Susie then was a catch. Five foot three, Dark red hair, dimples, a warm smile, and dark green eyes. And she was funny, boy, she could crack me up, but so could I. We'd watch whatever was on TV and then quote stuff back and forth to one another. But by the time we hit around 19 or 20 years old, we started to look at one another differently. I could tell it wasn't just me; I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. She was a late bloomer, and around 16-17, she got her tits. She filled out to a 36-C, and she didn't hide it. That was the one thing that got her yelled at, was going around the apartment or wherever with our folks without a bra on. But, you know, it was a different time, 'Free Love' and all that. To my parents though, that was all bullshit. My sister bought into it completely and started dressing really sexy.
Of course, she went on dates, as I did too (we were one year apart, her a year and a half older), but I first started to notice her looking at me certain little ways. It wasn't anything like our eyes connected out of a movie or like that, I just... knew she looked at me a certain way that was different. Certainly not how I'd think a sister looks at her brother; like at the swimming pool, if I was taking my shirt off and getting in the water or getting out of it, I'd see her look with this furrowed expression like she was concentrating hard. But then if she saw I saw her, she'd look away just as quickly, and then it would go back to normal.
I guess I was alright to look at, and I tried to keep fit as I ran track in high school and kept that up after it ended. But it was, I don't know how to say it, it felt *different* once she grew a few more inches and grew her tits and she became a woman. I tried to push it out of my mind and dating other girls and seeing her naturally date other guys (even once or twice some of my friends, nothing much happening I could see, though) took my mind off of it.
All of that ended on one of the hottest goddamn days of the summer.
Our parents went up to the Catskills for a long weekend - they made it a long one, Friday to Monday - and that left me and Susie by ourselves. Her friends were also out of town, and while I had a couple of people, they were busy with their boring summer jobs. Instead of going to the pool or doing something sensible like going to a movie or something, we just stayed in our two-bedroom apartment. Yeah, me and Susie still shared a bedroom, separate beds, but I never saw much of anything... except for the one time she came out of the shower in her towel and I was on the bed reading, and when I looked over to her I thought I saw just the slightest bit of her public hair creeping out from under the towel. I looked away as I thought it was improper. But that image didn't leave my mind at all after that. Not that I would've acted on it though, I was too chicken to make any moves. After all, this was my sister!
Anyway, that day we were watching some dopey program on the television, a daytime soap or other, and it was about 90 degrees. That meant it was even hotter in the apartment. I had on a white shirt and a boxer, and Susie was still in her nightgown and panties. She had a couple of ice cubes that she was rubbing along her face and neck, but it wasn't helping much. She and I were sweating like pigs.
"Can you believe this, Dave?" she asked as she continued to wipe her face. I couldn't help but notice the sweat also dripping and now soaking through the nightgown over her breasts. Her nipples, which had dark areolas, were peeking through. I tried not to look at that and look at her eyes.
"This is the worst day. I'm goddamn soaked and it's not even past noon yet."
"You're telling me. Jeez. And look at these two," she pointed to the TV. "Thomas should propose already."
I managed a smile. "For sure. It's been a week that he hasn't popped the question."
She sighed. She was breathing slowly but fairly heavily, and her eyelids seemed also a bit heavy. And, again, my eyes wandered to her breasts and they moved slowly too. Suddenly our eyes locked and it's kind of shook me. She was glancing down at my body and back at me again, and it seemed like an idea had occurred to her, though it was probably on her mind for a while. She then had a goofy smile, like a little kid.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey."
"I have an idea to make this a little less unbearable. Hold on." She then got up quickly and in a swift motion lifted off her nightgown. She then just as swiftly reached down and took off her panties and threw both across the room. She went right back on the couch, and for the first time since we were like 3 or 4 or 5 (when our mom would put us together in the bathtub), I was looking at my sister stark naked. Of course, then it didn't mean anything, I didn't even understand what naked was. Now though I saw everything, the full areolas, the nipples (which were rock hard), and the bush, which was fiery red and untrimmed, and her pussy lips were puffy but tight together. She looked back at me like I was crazy and had another smile.
"Well, what are you waiting for, silly? Might as well join in."
I stood up, almost tripping over myself, and quickly got off my shirt and peeled off my ridiculously soaked boxers. I was half hard, but I managed to cover my penis for the moment and sit back down. She laughed to herself.
"What?" I said, a bit dismayed, and nervous as hell.
