I was 19 and a half and going to be starting my sophomore year in college. My sister Rebecca had just had her 18th birthday two weeks before and was waiting to start her freshman year.
We were spending the summer in North Carolina with my grandparents. Growing up we would often spend about 8 weeks there, just my mother, sister, and I while my dad and older brother would stay home working or in school and then come for the last couple of weeks before we all went home.
My grandfather had built a large house on a large lot some 150 yards from the road, down a gravel path. Next to the house was a huge garden where my grandmother grew all kinds of vegetables and fruit, which she then used to cook the most delicious Southern meals. Through that garden was a path that led to a smaller, though still fairly large, more modern house, which my grandfather had built for my aunt and her husband.
On the other side of that house from the garden was our favorite spot and the reason we most liked to visit our grandmother; our aunt's pool. Since Rebecca and I had both been on the swim team at school, there was nowhere we liked being more and we spent hours together in the pool.
One afternoon we were in the pool playing a game of volleyball. Rebecca had been a tomboy her whole life and we had always been competitive, especially when it came to sports. I had just scored an emphatic point when my mom opened the back door and yelled to us.
"We're heading over to Asheville to do some shopping, so we'll be gone a few hours. You two don't stay in that water too long or you'll turn into fish, or get skin cancer or something."
"OK, Mom," we answered.
"If it starts raining you get in the house right away, you hear? Love you, be careful," she said, closing the door.
"OK, Mom, love you too," we yelled to the closed door.
There was hardly a cloud in the sky, but my mom knew, as we did, that in the South in the summer, a heavy thunderstorm could build up seemingly in a moment's notice and a big hole filled with water is not where you wanted to be if that happened.
We continued our game, both of us looking to win bragging rights for the day, oblivious to what was going on everywhere else in the world, including above our heads. When the first drop of rain hit my face, I wasn't sure if it was rain or just a splash from the pool, but when the second one hit, we both knew our game was over.
The second drop was followed almost immediately by a flash of lightning, and a few seconds later that was followed by a tremendous boom of thunder. We both rushed out of the pool, grabbed our towels and quickly dried off. We hurried towards the house and were just reaching the door when the rain began to pour down, as if a faucet had been turned on.
"I'm gonna shower first," Rebecca called, running off to her room.
"Fine," I said, and headed to my room.
I closed the door and heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. I stripped off my wet suit and dried myself off a bit as the air conditioning inside the house and the dampness of my skin sent a shiver up my spine. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror, always amazed at what cold and water could do to my cock. Something about seeing it so small and shriveled got me turned on, and I instantly felt it jump. "Later," I said to myself, then wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed my trunks so I could hang them on the porch.
As I came back down the hall, Rebecca came out of the bathroom wrapped in her towel and went to her room. I went in to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It felt good to have the warm water run over my body and get the chlorine washed off my skin and out of my hair. I finished, dried off, and had just pulled my shorts on when their was a bright flash of light and then the lights went out, almost immediately followed by another huge boom of thunder.
I heard Rebecca scream and I left the bathroom and headed to her room, pulling on my shirt as I went.
"What's a matter, wimp? Afraid of a little thunder, are you?" My little sister was tough, but one thing that bothered her was thunder and lightning, and I'm sure having the lights go out wasn't helping.
"Shut up, dork. You're just running in here because you're scared."
"Only scared you'll break my eardrums with your screams," I said.
"Just shut up and get some candles," she told me. It was almost as dark as night with the storm covering the sun.
I went to the kitchen and got a couple of candles and the matches. I headed back to her room and lit one and gave it to her and then lit the other.
"So, what do you want to do? Television is obviously out of the question," I said.
"There's not much we can do," she said. "Wait, hold this candle for a sec." She gave me the candle and then walked to the closet and pulled out her suitcase. From one of the pockets she pulled a deck of cards. "Here, we can play cards, just put the candles on this plate here on the floor." She grabbed a plate from off the dresser as she headed back and we sat the candles on it. The room was well lit with the candles and we sat on either side of them.
"Go fish, or what?" she asked.
"Go fish? What are you, six? Let's play a real game."
"Like what?" she asked again.
"I don't know, like poker or something," I answered.
"OK. But I'm not very good at it," she said.
"Neither am I but at least you know the different hands, right?"
"Yes, I know that much," she said.
She handed me the deck. I shuffled the cards and dealt. We played a few hands with both of us winning some.
"This isn't that exciting," she said. "We should play for something, like money, or something."
"Granddaddy has chips, but they're over at his house. I don't have any real money, except for a 20, do you have change?"
"Nope. But there's gotta be something we can play for." She looked around, with a look like she was trying to think of something. "Well...." She finally said. "There is something we could play for."
"What you got in mind, sis?" I asked.
"How 'bout...um....strip poker?" she asked.
"What??? Strip poker? Are you serious?"
"Yeah. What's the big deal? You know what it is, don't you. I mean, this is boring, I want it to be for something, and that's a bigger deal than money," she said.
"Well, yeah, it is," I said. I was a teenage boy, and the thought of any girl being naked, even my sister, was exciting to me. Besides, I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist and the thought of someone seeing me naked gets me excited. I felt a little bit of a stir inside my shorts, and I was convinced.
