This isn't so much a story as it is a series of fantasy scenarios based off a real relationship with my girlfriend, "Lisa" and her younger sister "Di". I mentioned it in another topic and thought I'd share some interesting "thoughts" for the community to enjoy
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Every Friday, I played indoor soccer with the guys from work. I was never an athlete and only did it for my weekly physical activity, and to get some good mate-time with my colleagues. I always looked forward to after the match, since I spent the rest of the evening with Lisa. Mostly, I just hung around at her place, where she lived with her family. Her mum and dad lived with her, along with a baby brother, a teenage brother and her sister, Di, who had recently finished school and started a hospitality course at university. Lisa was a year younger than me - 24 - and Di was just turning 20. They were very similar to each other to the point where most people had trouble telling them apart, though to me they were clearly two different people. The confusion was probably because we were all Vietnamese and everyone else has difficulty telling us apart from each other!
Both Lisa and Di were about the same height and they were close to each other. Both had unusually darker, tanned skin and both were short -- around 155cm in height or less. Lisa was the slimmer of the two, though she had broader shoulders that Mum said looked masculine, but I saw nothing wrong with it. She was comfortable with her body, though she was envious of her sister's boobs: Lisa was bordering on a B-cup while Di was easily a D. Di was stockier, though she had lost a bit of weight from her holiday. She was shy about her body image compared to Lisa, especially when the parents commented on her weight.
Di had been overseas for the past month, so Lisa and I made the most the quiet when we had the chance to see each other. Her parents and siblings never bothered us when we closed her door, and we had plenty of sex -- not easy when you come straight from a soccer match! At times Di, when she was around, would sometimes barge in and we'd hastily rearrange the sheets to look like we weren't doing anything even though it was obvious we were naked under the sheets. I always wondered if she knew and what she thought about it.
Anyway, I arrived at her place slightly early. It was the last day of term and we started and finished our match earlier than usual, so I popped over to Lisa's. The family normally left the front door open to allow their frequent visitors to pop in. Dad always worked in the restaurant until around 9:30pm, her brother normally stayed with his friends until late and Mum's car wasn't in the driveway, so I assumed that Lisa was home. I entered, left my shoes by the door and walked through the kitchen down the hallway towards her room. Lisa's room was located at the very end, but to get there we had to walk through Di's room. Di was overseas, so the room was empty. There was someone in the shower -- and with no one else home, I had to assume it was Lisa. I crept by and got undressed in her bedroom, wanting to surprise her when she got out of the shower.
It turned out that Di had returned from the airport just before I arrived, and my god, we had the shock of our lives when she walked into Lisa's room with a towel around her hair and one around her body. We were just as surprised to see each other right there and then. Lisa had actually gone out with her friends and was coming home late, leaving Di alone in the house. What made it funnier was that Di always got changed in the bathroom. However, she had thrown all her clothes in the wash and, assuming that no one was in the house, and came into Lisa's room to use the heater to warm herself.
After our initial surprise, she went red-faced into her room to get something from her closet. She closed the door behind her while I quickly slipped back into my clothes, hoping that she didn't realise I was naked in wait for her sister. After I got dressed, I hung around for a while, waiting for Di to finish. She popped her head through the door again.
"Um, I've got a problem."
She had removed the towel around her hair, but she was still clutching the towel around her body. I entered her room to find that her closet was empty. I quickly pieced together what had happened. Di never owned a lot of clothing for everyday use. She brought most of her clothing with her when she went overseas, which was now all in the wash. While she was gone, Mum had taken the liberty of cleaning out her room, which involved throwing out all the old items -- including clothes that were too old or wouldn't fit Di, which in Mum's subjective eyes, was practically everything that remained. Not even any underwear remained.
We had a chuckle about it. We sat around laughing out our ill-fortune. Di and I were good friends and got along well. She had never been naked in front of anyone and she was showing signs of discomfort wearing only a towel. We were content just talking when she suddenly remembered that she had to buy groceries for Mum -- and she couldn't do that without her clothes!
I suggested raiding Lisa's closet, which Di eagerly did so. I waited patiently in Di's room. Lisa, however, was a lot smaller and few items would fit Di. She also hated wearing pants or jeans and preferred dresses or skirts. When Di came out, she was wearing a very tight yellow top that hugged her ample figure so tightly that you could make out her nipples; and a black pleated skirt that stopped just above her knees. I nearly choked. She wasn't wearing a bra and, presumably, no panties. She didn't bounce around much and, if she held the hem down, she could get away without exposing herself indecently. We went out together to collect the groceries, with Di hoping that nothing worse would happen.
Except, it was an autumn day. It was cold, and the dark clouds signalled rain.
Luckily we did most of our shopping at the Asian grocery a few minutes down the road. We got most of the supplies without incident. I even picked up the frozen items for her to avoid further embarrassment. In fact, it seemed like she was going to get away with her risque shopping without anyone noticing. After half an hour we had our hands full with bags of groceries for the family. Then Di froze.
It was raining.
With no umbrella and our hands occupied, we had to run back to the house. Di ran as fast as she could, but her clothes were soaked all the way through in seconds. Her yellow top darkened rather than turn transparent, but her dark nipples were easily visible. Worse, her chest jiggled as she ran heavy-footed, weighed down by the grocery bags, and her short skirt flapped up. From behind, I could see her bare ass underneath. We dashed across the road without looking. A car honked madly at us and angrily sped by, showering Di as it drove through a large puddle. She was flustered, more so when her skirt got caught on one of the vegetables sticking out of the bag. I briefly sighted her thick dark bush while fixing her up. We decided to take our time to walk back rather than risk further exposure. She reluctantly did so, arms full and her top hiding little. A couple of cars heading in the opposite direction honked at her, but we kept on walking.
When we got home, she ran into her room and cried. I got a towel for her and helped dry her, cuddling her and trying to comfort her. We had a chuckle about it again and I joked that there wasn't much to see anyway. She felt better soon afterwards, especially when I said it was kind of sexy, which she also laughed at. She sat casually with me on her bed, no ashamed or embarrassed in front of me now. I suggested that she take another warm shower before Mum got home and asked what happened.
While she was in the shower, Lisa came home. She was surprised when I threw her onto the bed, stripped off her clothes and started banging her like crazy. She enjoyed every moment of it -- but I never told her what happened!