“Wake up,” she said. “Dad and Mom went to the store and he told us to wash the truck and the car.”
I rubbed my eyes, stretched and yawned. The alarm clock on my nightstand said that it was almost eight thirty. I groaned. My senior year in high school was still two months off; I hadn’t been up before nine since May. Allison had always been a morning person, though. Two years in college had changed her personality a bit, but apparently not that aspect.
I rolled over, thinking maybe Ally would leave and I’d get a few more minutes of sleep, but no.
She kicked my bed again and said, “Get the fuck up. I’m not washing the truck by myself.”
She yanked my comforter from me and dragged me out of bed.
No use pretending now. I trudged to the bathroom to pee and I heard the water running outside. I grabbed my bikini off the back of the bathroom door, where I’d hung it up last night, after hanging out in the pool out back. It was my favorite, although mom hated it.
"Not enough fabric," she said. "You’re barely hiding anything."
Big deal. I had nice tits and I wasn’t afraid to show them off.
It was pink and orange, with little yellow hibiscus flowers printed on it. I tied the ties on the top, slipped into the bottoms, put on some sunscreen and made my way downstairs.
Ally was already in the driveway, hosing the big Ford F-150 down in the gloriously beautiful morning. The sun was out, but it wasn’t hot yet. She had on a camouflage colored bikini top and short cutoff jeans. I noticed the bottom of her butt peeking out under the denim. I watched for a moment as she sprayed the truck down. The droplets of water coming out of the hose caught the morning light and prismed nicely.
It was nice to have her home from college. Ally and I had never been what you’d call 'fast friends', but since she’d left, the family dynamic had changed. I was still in my senior year of high school and there was an odd tension in the house, like Mom and Dad couldn’t wait for me to graduate and move the fuck out. But having Ally home, even for the short few weeks she was here, was nice. College had matured her. Instead of the hedonistic party girl she’d been when she lived at home, she was now calmer, more sure of herself. It was interesting to see the change and I wondered if I’d go through the same thing when I went off to school.
“You better not let Mom catch you in that,” she said, indicating my bikini.
I made a face, “I don’t care,” I said.
It wasn’t like the neighbors could see me. The nearest house to ours was half a mile away, and a stand of trees protected any sight lines.
She looked me up and down, a little too long for comfort, “I like it."
“Thanks,” I said, sticking my ass out and giving her a little pose.
I picked up the bucket of soapy water and started working on the truck’s front fender. I was just getting into my work when I was sprayed with a shocking blast of cold water. I screamed and tried to hold my hands in front of me to keep the water Ally was spraying off me, but it was futile. I had to run toward her to try to get the hose away from her.
The whole time she was giggling and laughing and I was screaming and yelling for her to stop spraying me. I stole the hose away from her and sprayed her liberally. She screamed and tried to run away, but I was too quick for her. Finally, she gave up, mostly because she was completely soaked.
Having come away from the battle with possession of the hose, I started rinsing off the truck. The thing was huge, so we had to check it over several times to make sure that we’d gotten everything. I was in the process of polishing the chrome on the front grill when I saw Ally reach behind her back to untie her bikini top.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I don’t want to get tan lines,” she answered. She pulled the top over her head and wadded it up. Not wanting to stare at her naked breasts, I watched as she threw her bikini top toward the garage, where it landed in a wet pile.
“And you’re worried about mom seeing me in my bikini? What’s she going to say if she pulls up and your tits are hanging out for all to see?”
Ally waved me off. “It’s not like we won’t hear them coming up the driveway,” she said. “Plus it’s bullshit that guys can take their shirts off to wash their cars and girls can’t.”
I thought about it for a moment and then reached back to undo my own top. Ally stopped me, though.
“Let me do it,” she said, like I was somehow going to do it wrong. She untied my top and pulled it over my head.
I turned around to face her, unconsciously bringing my hands up to my armpits to cover my breasts. Ally laughed at this, and chucked my bikini top over by the garage, where it landed on top of hers.
“What are you doing?” She said. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
At first, it was embarrassing. I kept expecting to see mom and dad to come cruising up the driveway. Or a random neighbor to pop by to ask for a cup of sugar. Or a spy helicopter or something hovering overhead. But none of those things were likely to happen and Ally seemed comfortable enough with it, so eventually, I let my guard down.
After a while, I found that it was kind of liberating to be half-naked outside. My mind wandered to pictures I’d seen of those nude beaches in Europe. Except this wasn’t some Greek beach full of overweight, hairy guys and women with their tits hanging down to their ankles. This was my driveway in front of my house and my sister and I were young and pretty.
We set about washing the Audi. The car was a lot smaller than the truck, so we worked in closer quarters. Every now and then, she’d brush up against me, or I’d brush up against her.
I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Her breasts were bigger than mine and I still had these puffy teenage nipples that were super sensitive, but I hated the way they looked. Her stomach was flat and her legs were powerful, without being too muscular.
We started talking about mom and dad and how weird things had been since she’d left. How I felt like they couldn’t wait to get me out of the house and how I felt like I was holding up their lives.
She commiserated and guessed that I was worrying about nothing. “They were the same way before I left,” she said. “I think they’re just weirded out about the idea of you leaving and they don’t know how to handle it. It’ll get better.”
I smiled at this, because part of me had been thinking that this was the case, but I always tend to assume the worst. “I’m glad you’re home,” I said.
“Me too,” she said, and reached out to hug me.
We hugged, and I felt an interesting zing as our naked breasts touched each other. The hug went on for the tiniest fraction of a moment too long and I pulled away gently. She allowed me to back away, but stopped me just long enough to kiss me gently and very fleetingly on the lips.
“What was that for?” I asked.
She smiled widely and shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said with a playful smile.
We went back to washing the car, but my mind was not exactly on my task. Instead, I was thinking about the kiss my older sister had given me. The strange, wonderful feeling of our breasts touching each other. The sudden camaraderie I felt for her that I had never felt before.
She wouldn’t meet my eyes, but kept smiling that wistful smile. Was she thinking the same thing?
By the time we finished the car and stood back to admire our handiwork, I decided I wanted to kiss her again.
“Looks good,” she said.
I nodded, wanting nothing so much in the world than to feel our breasts touching again. I screwed up my courage and looked up at her. “Hey, remember before, when you kissed me?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, unable to meet my eyes. “I hope you don’t…”
“Would you do it again?”
She paused, and took a quick breath. “Yes,” she said. She walked around to the front of the car and patted the hood. “Hop up,” she said.
I slunk around to the front of the car and worked my way up onto the hood. Ally moved up closer to me, put her hands on my hips and moved in.
I put my arms around her neck as she kissed me, to keep her from backing away. The kiss started of innocently enough, but when I opened my mouth to lick her lips, it wasn’t long before our tongues had locked and our jaws were wide open, lips sealed against the others.
Wordlessly, she put her hands on my knees and slowly spread my legs apart. She moved in between them, so that we could get closer.