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.
