Margot was reading when she heard the car pull into the long driveway. She put down the well-worn volume of D.H. Lawrence and laid her reading glasses on the table. In that peculiar grace that tall woman seem to have, she rose from the davenport in the large, old-fashioned library, walked the long hallway to the front of the house, and pulled back the curtain near the foyer.
Outside, in the bright North Texas sunlight, she saw the Town Car ease up to the front entrance. In the back seat, barely visible behind the thick window tinting, was her cousin. She was finally here.
Margot’s full-lipped mouth curved in a half-smile. Diane was here for the first time in ten years.
Margot checked her face and clothing in the mirror over the hallway table. She was big, with large, pear-shaped breasts that filled her white blouse nicely. Her waist was narrow in comparison in to the broad hips and round, generous ass. Margot had always been pleased with the way she looked. Womanly, with curves and lines and supple muscle. Not a stick, all angles and bones.
She wore tailored blue jeans that displayed her strong legs. She had an abundant mass of thick, auburn hair, a wide mouth, and piercing green eyes. She was a striking woman, glowing with health, and at 41, perhaps in the best shape she had been in years.
The uniformed driver quickly opened the passenger door. Diane swung her nylon-sheathed legs around, and stepped out of the cab. She was perhaps two inches shorter than Margot, but the roll of the genetic dice gave her a similar build. Her slightly smaller frame made the breasts appear even larger than they did on Margot. Perhaps self-conscious about this, Diane had always dressed to minimize her bust.
As she stepped out, Margot could see she was wearing a pale blue suit, the hem of the skirt two inches above the knee. Dark hair came down to just below her shoulders, in an elegant and sophisticated coif. She had on a white pleated blouse that hugged her neck. Over this, she wore a jacket matching the skirt. A pair of just-this-minute four-hundred-dollar mid-heel pumps completed the ensemble.
Margot stepped out of the cool of air-conditioning into the humid blast furnace of August. She came down the steps as the driver retrieved two bags, large and small, from the trunk. He carried the suitcases up to the entrance, tipping his hat to Margot.
Diane shifted her dark glasses to the top of her head. Light brown eyes with flecks of gold brightened at the sight of her older cousin.
“Margot! Sweetheart!” She ran up the steps into Margot’s quick, firm embrace. They kissed each other lightly on the cheek.
Margot said, “Hey, now! You look splendid, Di! It’s so damn good to see you.” She smiled broadly, showing even, white teeth. Her eyes crinkled at the sight of her cousin.
The driver waved a quick salute and left quickly, heading down the long drive to the front gate.
Diane stepped back from Margot’s arms and looked up at the stately house. “Oh, God, I’ve forgotten how wonderful this place looks. I’ve really missed it.” Her voice was New York cultured, but Margot could still detect a trace of a Texas drawl. You can’t eradicate it entirely.
“I’ve missed you,” Margot said. “But let’s get out of this heat. We will simply wilt if we stay out here.”
“Oh, absolutely. I’ve forgotten how sultry this place can get.”
Margot picked up the large Samsonite case easily. Diane got her smaller bag and they moved into the cool of the house. Margot led the way upstairs and down the long wood-floored hallway.
She opened the door to a large bedroom with a big four-poster bed along one wall. Dark antique furniture was arranged in a tasteful fashion. Margot laid the suitcase on the bed.
Diane kicked off her pumps, sat down on the bed, and wriggled her stocking feet. “Oh, Lord, that feels good!”
Margot said, “I’ll give you a chance to change, dear. Then why don’t you come on downstairs, and I’ll get us some iced tea. The help has the afternoon off, so it’ll just be you and me.”
Diane said, “Oh, stay and talk with me, Margot. It’ll just a take a little bit to unpack and change.” Diane got up and shed her jacket and laid it on the bedspread. Her blouse was a sleeveless number, hooked in the back of the neck.
Margot said, “Sure. How was the flight?”
“Oh, it was okay. Not too crowded. Halfway decent meal for a change.”
Diane fetched some hangars from the large armoire. She pulled a pair of navy-blue slacks from the suitcase and started to hang her clothes, moving back and forth between the bed and armoire. They continued to make small talk during the unpacking.
She undid the catch on her skirt, and slipped it down her hips. She wore a nude shade of sheer pantyhose without any panties. As she turned around, Margot could see Diane’s pretty legs rise up to the dark, thick bush between her thighs. It was neatly trimmed for swimsuit season, but abundant over the labia.
Diane turned her back to Margot and lifted up her brown hair with both hands, exposing the back of her slender neck. Margot always got a thrill out of that gesture.
“Could you unhook me, dear?”
Margot moved behind her and reached to the hook. She slipped the catch as she breathed in the smell of her cousin. A slight trace of Opium, her favorite.
Diane pulled the shirt over her head. In pantyhose and a Victoria’s Secret underwire bra, she was an incredibly delicious vision. She pulled the hose down, and the pussy came into view, hairs starting to uncurl, damp and twisted.
Margot caught her breath. Diane slid the shoulder straps down, and slipped the cups off her large breasts. They were crowned with dark, prominent nipples, surrounded by pebbly areolae. They swayed free, slightly pendulous. She rubbed them, the flesh pliant and bouncy.
Diane pulled a pair of plain white cotton panties out of her case, and slipped her legs into them. This was followed by a pair of dark blue shorts and a baggy white pullover shirt with a scoop neckline. Her breasts moved from side to side as she walked, nipples poking the fabric.
They went downstairs to the big country kitchen on the west side of the house. Margot got a pitcher of iced tea from the stainless-steel refrigerator and poured a couple of tall tumblers and added a slice of lemon. They say down at the wooden table.
Diane looked out the window. “I remember the land. Those rolling hills. It really takes me back.”
Margot followed her gaze. “We could sure use some rain, though. This summer has been murder.”
Diane said, “Most of the land has been rented out, right.” She took a sip of her tea.
Margot nodded. “After Daddy died, it seemed the simplest thing to do. There’s still a lot of work to do – government forms, bookkeeping, tracking the markets.” She hesitated. “Did you think about what I asked you?”
Diane said, hesitantly, “I … still have to think about it some. I mean, I have a good job in New York, and coming down to help you run this place has its attractions, but…I just don’t know, Margot.”
Margot reached out and squeezed her cousin’s hand. “That’s okay. Take your time. I just think it could be fun.”
Diane asked, “How about your son? How’s he doing?”
Margot said, “Brad’s doing great. He’s in his sophomore year down in Austin. But he’s fallen in love with computers and a freshman who wants nothing to do with farming or raising cattle.”
Diane casually said, “And how’s Tom?”
Margot’s face glowered. “That SOB wouldn’t help a little old lady across the street, let alone me. I am so goddamn glad I divorced him.”
Diane giggled, “I guess that takes care of that.”
Diane yawned, stretching her arms. Her heavy breasts moved under the white shirt as she arched her back. Margot couldn’t help but watch.
Margot said, “Why don’t you grab a nap, sweetheart? Later on we can put on some fancier duds, and go get some dinner.”
“That sounds perfect, Margot. I could do with a little sleep.” She put down the glass, leaned over to kiss Margot on the cheek. “See you in a bit.”
* Margot remembers *
It is another hot day, twenty-one years prior. Margot is due to get married soon to Tom. Diane is excited about leaving for Columbia University. They have been taking these last few days of summer to spend time together. They are inseparable.
They are each wearing tight denim shorts and white V-neck T-shirts. The shirts are a little small for them, and they hug their breasts tightly. The shorts ride up, accentuating the curve and cleft of labia, exposing tanned slivers of their buttocks.
As they walk among the rolling hills in the sunshine, they link arms, talking of nothing important or memorable. It’s as if the banality of their conversation could make it seem an ordinary day, not one of the last they would spend together for a long time.
They are perhaps ten or fifteen pounds lighter than they would eventually be, but each girl has her full height, and they each have the round, large breasts and delightfully full bottoms that is their genetic heritage.
They come to a shaded stream bank, far from the house and outbuildings. They sit down and giggle and chat. It is cooler in the shade.
Diane says something teasing, and Margot pushes her lightly. Diane pushes back. The friendly shoving soon becomes a wrestling match. The girls have long enjoyed wrestling, the pushing and shoving, the rolling contact as they tested their strength.
This time it becomes something more, built from the knowledge of their separation, of Margot’s upcoming nuptials. The grips become harder. Diane pushes Margot down, and swings her legs to straddle her stomach. Their tight shorts pull against their mounds.
Margot reaches out with her arms to push Diane off. Diane easily knocks her arms out of the way. Getting frustrated, Margot blindly pushes out again, and her hands come into rough contact with Diane’s breasts.
Diane gasps, and takes her own hands and presses them firmly against Margot’s breasts. They push against each other, grunting. The pressure increases, the nipples becoming erect against the bras.
Margot lifts her pelvis upward quickly, her crotch pressing into Diane’s. Diane finds herself thrown backward, and Margot gets up and throws herself on Diane. Their large breasts crush together. Their breathing gets faster, with grunts and sharp sounds. Anger starts to contort their faces.
Margot has her hands on Diane’s shoulders, and their bellies and crotches are in close contact. Diane tries to lift her hips up, driving her denim-clad pussy into Margot’s.
In their gyrations, they start to slide down the grass back towards the stream. They both cry out as their legs and hips slide into the water. Again they struggle, hips bouncing up and down, making wet slapping sounds.
Something else starts to grow. The frustration and anger are suffused with growing sexual excitement.
They feel their pussies start to lubricate, then flow. They moan. Their mouths come together in urgent need, wet pink tongues meeting. Their bra-clad breasts slide together under the T-shirts, nipples fully erect and throbbing. The splashing gets louder as Margot’s hips beat into Diane’s.
Diane wraps her legs around Margot’s waist as the humping increases in tempo. The crotches of their panties, soaked from the stream and their own lubricious fluids, folds into the lips of their cunts. The rough wet fabric of the denim slides against hard clits.
A flock of birds suddenly takes wing from the trees as their simultaneous scream of orgasm pierces the woods.
Margot and Diane lay together in repose, in sweet surrender.
Diane slept deeply for two hours. When she opened her eyes, late afternoon sunlight cast beams across the bed, faint motes of dust winking in and out. The light fell across her breasts and abdomen.
Absently, she moved her hand across her chest, lightly caressing her full breasts. It felt good to be here, to be seeing Margot. No matter how much she enjoyed the charged life she led in Manhattan, this was home. She remembered the good times here. There was horseback riding, fishing, games, and the confidential intimacies she shared with Margot as they talked of boys and dating and the heat of sexual awareness.
Her nipples grew into hard points, visible as they tented the loose fabric of her shirt. She paused and thought, I’ve got to get moving.
Barefoot, she wandered downstairs. She heard the hum of the air-conditioning, and outside the thrum of summer insects. She could barely hear some faint music coming from the northwest corner of the house. She followed it.
She came into a large paneled study. The room seemed almost an afterthought to the house, since it projected out from the rear, a separate room, with windows on three sides. Margot sat in a large chair near the west window, the sun shining down on her face, glints of red highlighting the thick falling waves of hair. She had been dozing on the chair, bare feet tucked under her, a few papers lying on her lap.
Diane walked in quietly, leaned down, and kissed her cousin on the forehead. Margot’s eyes opened, blinked in the sunlight, and she said softly, “Hello, sleepyhead.”
Diane laughed. “Who’s a sleepyhead? You’re the one bagging Z’s, babe.”
Margot stretched and yawned, her breasts compressed against her white shirt. “You about ready to go out and get some food? There’s a fairly nice place about thirty minutes from here.”
Diane sat down in a wingback chair across from her. “I could do with that. How dressy?”
“Oh, cocktail dress would be nice.”
Diane smiled a slightly wicked smile. “I’ve got something that might serve.”
“I thought you’d might. Shall we say in about an hour? Give us time to get clean, get our party clothes on.”
“Perfect.”
They both left the study and headed upstairs, Margot to her room at the end, Diane to hers. Diane pulled off her shirt, shorts and panties and padded naked into the old-fashioned bathroom adjoining her room. She loved the old claw-footed tub with the shower curtain hooked into a ring hanging from the ceiling. The spray would come from a large brass showerhead directly overhead.
She started the water going, adjusting the temperature. She folded her hair into a shower cap and stepped in, pulling the curtain around her. She grabbed the soap and started to wash herself, sighing luxuriantly as the water pounded down. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she moved around, soaping the long legs. She caressed her large nipples, shivering.
Watch yourself, girl, she thought. Keep it up and you’ll be diddling yourself in the restaurant. Ever since she arrived, she had been in a state of mild arousal. Seeing Margot had awakened old feelings.
She had never been entirely comfortable with her bisexuality, and had only two other encounters with women other than Margot. She was certain (well, almost certain) that she preferred men, but the failed relationships had hurt her. She had spent the last five years almost celibately.
And certainly nowhere else had she explored the rough-and-tumble sexual combat that had surprised them both twenty-one years before. And then there was that one time ten years ago…. The intensity of the feelings that had provoked frightened her.
But as she thought about it, she found herself imagining a fierce embrace.
Out loud, she said sharply, “No.” She shook herself and finished rinsing. She turned off the shower, pulled back the curtain, and snagged a large fluffy towel. She started to vigorously dry herself.
Diane finished her ablutions, and proceeded naked and smelling cleanly of soap and hot water into her room. She chose a pair of black bikini panties and a matching demi-bra with a plunging neckline. She worked her way into the underclothes. The panties snagged a little on her thick pubic hair. She reached down to adjust the cloth so that it fit comfortably around her pudenda. She slipped on the bra, holstering her bulbous breasts into the cups. A pair of sheer pantyhose went on next. She tugged the hose into place over her hips, compressing the flesh a little.
She pulled a jet-black DKNY cocktail dress out of the armoire and stepped into it, pulling the straps on over her shoulders, adjusting the scoop neckline over her breasts. She completed the ensemble with a pair of Liz Claiborne spike heel open-toed pumps. For jewelry, she selected understated diamond stud earrings and a simple gold chain necklace with a sapphire pendant that nestled in the beginning of her cleavage. She dabbed a little Opium on her pulse points, and between her breasts.
She took a brush to her hair and set it into falling waves with a few practiced strokes. She regarded her overall appearance in the mirror with a satisfied smile.
She met Margot downstairs. Margot had chosen a maroon Halston number with a plunging neckline that exposed the interior sides of her large breasts. The hemline ended a couple of inches above the knee, and her long beautifully shaped legs were sheathed in smoky pantyhose. She had on a pair of classic Ferragamo pumps, also in maroon. Her luxuriant hair fell about her shoulders. She had on a pair of turquoise and silver earrings with a matching necklace.
“Well,” Margot said, “I think we’ll knock ’em dead.”
Diane grinned, placed her hand on her hip, and did a slow twirl. “Let’s go show them some style, baby!”
They left the house in early twilight. Comfortably seated in the air-conditioning of Margot’s Lexus, they chatted companionably about home, work, and family.
Dinner was at a stylish restaurant that specialized in Southwest cuisine. Over margaritas, the conversation drifted to their love lives.
Diane said, “I thought the thing with David would work out. But he just couldn’t deal with my independence. So he wound up with some wispy blonde thing who hangs on every word of his and drapes her insubstantial body around him.”
Margot nodded sympathetically. “Well, the hell with him.”
Diane asked, “And what about you?”
Margot sipped her drink. “Oh, there’s been a couple of good relationships. One guy I still see every now and then. Rancher type, lean and tall. Surprisingly well read. A nice sexual hit, too.” Margot smiled softly. “But I don’t know if I want to marry again. It gets…complicated.”
Their first course arrived then, efficiently served by jacketed waiters. They continued their chatter over salad, followed by a spicy chicken dish, accompanied by a good Chardonnay.
After coffee, they got in the Lexus. An almost full moon paralleled their drive back to the house. It was still very warm and sticky. They rode back in easy silence.
* Diane remembers *
It is ten years ago. Diane and Margot are in the somewhat cluttered apartment that Diane has in Greenwich Village, in a third-floor walkup. Margot had taken a long weekend away from her husband and son to make the long-promised trip to see her cousin.
They have spent the evening seeing some of Manhattan. It’s a warm summer evening. Both women are clad only in bras and panties. They are on the unmade bed, sharing a pint of rich chocolate ice cream. They are lying on their stomachs, digging in the carton with small spoons, their legs tilted upward, just as they had once done as teenagers. A single twenty-five watt bulb in a table lamp illuminates the room.
They giggle about the evening, about the small off-Broadway play they had seen, which was laughably bad. They laugh about the men who tried to pick them up at the smoky jazz bar in SoHo.
Diane wants Margot to stay another day. Margot protests that she has to get back. Diane says that her family will get along without them for another twenty-four hours.
Diane suggests they arm-wrestle to see if Margot stays another day. Margot agrees. They put the melting ice cream aside and position themselves on the bed diagonally, faces close together, arms upraised.
(Across the street, a small-breasted woman wearing panties and T-shirt sits in a darkened apartment. She sees the voluptuous women across the street ready themselves.)
Margot and Diane brace themselves. Their right arms meet in firm grip. Diane says, Ready? Margo says, Yes.
They begin the contest. Diane flexes her arm and pushes. Margot pushes back. They are about evenly matched. They stare intently into each other’s eyes.
The muscles on Diane’s shoulder ripple as she pushes. Margot grimaces as she summons her strength against Diane’s effort. Perspiration starts to form on their foreheads.
(The voyeur across the street is fascinated. She perches on her tall wooden stool. Unconsciously she raises one hand to her breasts and starts to caress them through the thin fabric of her T-shirt.)
The late evening New York noises outside their window are unheard by the two arm-wrestling women. It has been a dead heat for five minutes. The playful bet has become an earnest struggle.
Margot makes an extra effort. Slowly Diane’s arm begins to bend. Diane groans. She will lose if she doesn’t do something. Anything.
Suddenly, Diane moves her mouth forward. She sticks out her tongue and quickly licks her cousin’s lips.
(The woman across the street now has her hand under her shirt. She twirls her nipple lazily. Her breath is starting to come faster.)
Shocked, Margot’s arm is bent backward to the mattress. She shouts, unfair! We go again!
Diane says, Okay. They take a couple of minutes to knead the tired muscles, and position themselves again.
They are at it for just a few minutes, straining, when Margot pushes her open mouth onto Diane’s. Diane pushes back, their lips bruisingly hard against each other. Their arms continue to push against each other.
Diane’s tongue works its pink way into Margot’s mouth. They fight and press with their tongues, breath coming in gasps, as their hands clench each other and push.
(The woman across the street has worked her left hand under her panties. She strokes herself and moans as she continues her pulling and twisting on her hard and erect nipple.)
Margot’s arm is pressed back closer to the mattress. She decides to take another tack. She reaches with her left hand and grasps Diane’s long brown hair and slowly starts to pull.
Diane pulls her mouth away from the battle with Margot, and grunts. With her own left hand, she grabs a double handful of Margot’s auburn mop, and she also pulls. They strengthen their grip and pull steadily. Their eyes are closed as their heads start to approach the mattress. Their breathing gets rough, and they start to whimper.
Margot lets go with both hands and pries Diane’s hand away from her hair. She swings herself around and lands on Diane’s back. She grabs Diane’s shoulders and pulls her from her prone position and flips her around.
Both women reach out with strong arms into a fierce embrace. They feel their underwear against each other. Their breasts slam together, the edges of the bras lightly scratching the soft flesh.
(The voyeur has her finger sliding ever faster along the lips of her cunt. She had pulled her T-shirt up so that her breasts are visible. She is sweating as her breath comes faster.)
Diane presses her leg up between Margot’s thighs. Margot’s mound feels the contact through her panties, which are quite wet. Diane violently catapults her hips upward and flips her cousin around. Now Diane is on top. Their breasts slide together, perspiration making them shiny and slick. They grapple.
Margot reaches with one hand and pulls down on Diane’s bra strap. It slides down her shoulder, and Diane’s left breast is exposed, the nipple a hard, sensitive point. She pulls the other strap, and Diane’s other tit frees itself.
Diane twists the front of Margot’s bra. The hook pops open, and Margot’s breasts fall out, slapping against Diane’s. Diane slams her body down and their breasts hit each other, nipples poking and meeting with sudden shocks of sensation.
(The woman across the street watches through narrowed eyes. The crotch of her panties is soaked as she urgently fingers herself.)
Margot and Diane continue their sexual battle. Diane straddles her cousin and Margot opens her legs wide. Their wet panties begin to slide against each other as a slow humping begins. Diane leans down and presses her open mouth against Margot’s lips. They twirl their tongues together, moaning their need.
Their soaked panties begin to fold within the lips of their cunts. They begin to feel the rough caress of cunt against cunt as the heated staccato beat of their hips intensifies.
Margot slides her hands down to Diane’s ass and slips her hands under the panties. She grips strongly as her hands pull Diane’s hips down on top of her. Diane does the same thing, and they are pummeling their hips together, fingers digging into their cheeks as they cry out incoherently.
Under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, they scream together as Diane arches her back and Margot presses her crotch upward, lifting her cousin a foot off the bed. Their mutual orgasm pierces the New York night as their throbbing clits meet, as their liquid molten pleasure shakes them.
(The voyeur’s finger slips inside her cunt and presses firmly on the g-spot. She ejaculates and cries her own climax. Her juices make a fragrant puddle on the wooden chair of the stool. She slides off the stool and falls onto the floor, curled on her side, slowly caressing her clit.)
Margot decides to stay one more day.
The next day dawned hot and sticky. The morning forecast predicted that a rare cool front would make its way south, accompanied by thunderstorms, possibly severe.
Margot went about her morning routine. She was generally an early-morning type person, who rose before sunrise. Diane was more of an owl, and liked to sleep late when she could.
Diane ambled down about 10:00 AM, and shuffled into the large kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. She squinted at the glaring sunlight outside.
Margot was seated at the wooden table going over some paperwork. She was dressed in her standard workday clothing of custom-fitted jeans and a white short-sleeved blouse with a button front. Three buttons were undone. When she leaned over, the curve of her breast was visible behind the white lace of a bra.
Diane wore a short purple terrycloth robe. She had been casual about belting it about her. When she sat down with her mug of coffee, the robe opened enough to display a surprising amount of bulbous breast. Margot regarded her cousin with interest.
Diane’s eyes were narrowed. She gulped two large swallows of coffee. Life seemed to flow back into her face.
“Ahh….the black elixir of life,” she sighed.
Margot smiled, and took a sip of her own cooling coffee. “Welcome to the land of the awakening. We’ve been expecting your visit for some time now.”
“Smart ass,” Diane growled.
Margot laughed. “After you suck down your caffeine, do you want to do some shopping?”
Diane got up to refill her mug. Her strong thighs, visible under the short robe, flexed with her motions. “Sure. Let’s go teach Neiman-Marcus a thing or two.”
After Margot finished with some necessary paperwork, and after Diane changed into some form-fitting khaki slacks and a pullover knit shirt, they made themselves a quick brunch, and were soon headed in the Lexus towards town.
While they were driving, Margot brought up the subject that was on her mind.
“Say, honey, have you thought about it any? You coming down here?”
Diane sighed. “Margot, you know I love it here. But I’m a senior editor now, and I’ve got quite a stable of writers that are counting on me.”
Margot persisted, “You know, there are ways you could do that job from down here. We could set up an office, everything you need, computer, video-conferencing The works.”
Diane said, exasperated, “It just isn’t the same as face-to-face. If you’re seriously in publishing, you’re in New York. I’ve told you that before.”
Margot, sensing an argument, shifted to another topic. “Okay.” She paused. “So, where do you want to eat?”
As they sped into town in the Lexus, the conversation buzzed about new restaurants. But Diane kept thinking. She had been pondering her career and life in Manhattan, but in all seriousness, she wondered if that part of her life hadn’t been used up.
True, she loved the publishing work, and dealing with writers. But it been a long time. Was there something else she should get into? Maybe something that wouldn’t require a New York address?
It was late afternoon when they headed back. The trunk of the Lexus was stuffed with bags, their credit cards had taken a happy and severe hit, and the early supper was warm in their stomachs.
The air was still, the temperature over a hundred, and the Lexus’s air-conditioning was on Max Cool. Towards the northwest, they could see the beginning of what looked a mountain range of gray clouds.
It was early evening by the time they arrived at the house. As they left the car laden with bags, Diane pulled the neck of her blouse from her body. “It is like a sauna out here, cousin!”
Beads of perspiration shone on Margot’s forehead. “I know, dear. But maybe things will be better tomorrow, if this front has any strength.”
They got things put away, and gathered in the kitchen for iced tea. They sat there at the large table. Visible in the east, a fat orange moon hung there in early twilight.
“That’s so beautiful,” Diane said. She rose from the table and stood by the window, looking at the globe.
Margot regarded the shape and curve of her cousin in tight khaki. She hummed slightly to herself.
The lights flickered. “Uh-oh,” Margot said. “This is not good.”
She left for the study. Diane followed her, carrying her glass of tea.
Margot looked out the north windows. A towering range of angry cumulonimbus had overtaken the thin gray line of clouds, purplish-black near the ground, ominous gold and red nearer the top. The sun had just set. As Margot watched, a jagged bright finger leapt from cloud to ground. She counted to herself. At twenty-five, she heard a low rumbling, like a slow growl. Five miles away.
Diane came beside her, placed one hand lightly on Margot’s shoulder. “That’s where the main power distribution station is, isn’t it.”
Margot nodded. “This is common enough to warrant an emergency generator. And we have one. Except the damned thing has a bad cylinder. Which is going to be replaced. Next fucking week.”
Diane said, “Oh, great.”
Margot said, “Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
There was another white-hot rope of lightning in the distance. The lights flickered again.
Diane said, “Or not.”
Again a low rumble as the slow sound worked its way across the land. Closer this time.
The women could see the thunderhead piling high into the deep blue sky. The clouds almost visibly roiled.
One more bolt. This time the lights died and didn’t return. The cool hush of the air-conditioner ceased.
Margot said, “Jesus wept.”
Diane asked, “What are the chances they’ll get it fixed soon?”
Margot grumble, “Zero to none. We’re likely out for the night.” She regarded her cousin’s clothes. “If I were you, I’d try to find something cooler to wear. It’s going to be a sticky few hours.”
Margot found a flashlight in the desk drawer, and led them up to their rooms, opening some windows as they went. Already it was getting warm.
Ten minutes later, they met again in the study. Because it had windows on three sides, it had the best chance of getting any wayward breezes. Margot had fetched a couple of gas lanterns, and their hissing white light illuminated the study.
Margot had changed to a long, thin blue cotton skirt. The hem brushed her bare feet as she walked. There were slits on the sides that went to mid-thigh. The top was large and sleeveless, almost a baggy vest. She wore it with just a couple of buttons fastened. She was naked save for the skirt and top. Her large round breasts swayed from side to side as she moved, the tops of her globes easily visible in gaslight.
Diane had stripped off everything, and found a faded white shirtdress. It came down to mid-calf, but only a few buttons were fastened near the middle and top. Perspiration stippled the tops of her breasts, like shiny glitter in the lantern’s glow.
Margot had found an old, battery-powered AM radio. She turned it to a country station. Between flashes of static, they listened to oldies.
Diane was sitting in one chair, one leg raised, the other resting on the thin rug. “Isn’t there anything but that on,” she said crossly.
Margot’s eyes flashed. “It’s the only thing that’s clear on AM. Besides, I like it. You used to.”
Diane grumbled.
Johnny Cash’s voice faded. The DJ said, “Yes sir, that was the Man in Black, singing his classic “Ring of Fire”. And speaking of fire, the Weather Service has issued another severe thunderstorm warning for our county. So you all be careful, and listen up. And now, Patsy Cline.”
The music to “Crazy” started playing, the tinny sounds interspersed with static. Margot was bored. She put down the book she had been reading by gaslight, and stood up. She could feel the warmth and moisture like a washcloth on her face and head.
She went to stand by the east window. The clouds had not yet overtaken the moon. It was bright and cast a pearly light into the room.
Diane looked at her. The moonlight flowed around her cousin, revealing her shape through the thin cotton. Her legs and ass were semi-visible, along with the fuzzy patch of her crotch. Diane watched as her cousin swayed gently to the music.
In an effort to cool herself just a little more, Margot undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. It parted like a book being opened, the insides of her cleavage illuminated by moonlight.
Diane stood up. She looked at the approaching storm. In the flickering of lighting and the pale moonlight, she saw the dark mass growing closer. Soon, she thought.
A cool downwash of air suddenly came through the open windows. Diane said, “Ahh…..” and lifted her dress with one hand, exposing her thighs to the breeze. With her other hand, she undid another couple of buttons by her chest, to the point that her breasts were in danger of spilling out.
Margot kept her eyes on Diane as she enjoyed the cool breath of air. A brilliant flash of lightning limned her cousin, and she could see the strong lines of thigh and calf, the firm round curve of her ass.
Margot came around the chair to her cousin, and said, “Dance with me a little. It’ll take our minds off the heat. Maybe it’ll make the storm get her faster.”
Diane paused for a moment, regarding Margot quizzically. She said, “Oh, okay.”
The DJ said, “That was the great Patsy Cline. Now here’s the wonderful Willie Nelson, and “You Were Always On My Mind.”
Diane and Margot arranged themselves in the center of the study, lightly holding each other as they swayed to Willie. Diane’s head rested on Margot’s shoulder. Their breasts casually bumped into each other as they slowly danced. Both women found their nipples starting to harden.
The flashes of lightening came a little faster. The sounds of thunder were more distinct. The glare of the lightning made quick shadows of them on the wall, still silhouettes of the dancing women. Between the thunderclaps, the hissing of the lanterns played behind the scratchy sounds of the radio.
Margot raised her lips to Diane’s forehead, pressed them there in a gentle kiss. She could taste the salt. Diane tightened her arm resting on Margot’s back.
Margot said softly, “You know, it could be like this all the time. You here. Us together.”
Diane raised her eyes to meet Margot’s. “We’ve been through that.” She squeezed her right hand, just a little harder then necessary.
Margot squeezed back, equal pressure. “I know it’s what you really want to do.”
Diane pulled her arm in a little roughly. Margot’s body was pulled into Diane’s. Diane said, sharply, “So what. I want to do a lot of things. I have some responsibilities, cousin.”
As they danced, Margot tightened her embrace. Their breasts were beginning to press together. She said, “Fuck responsibilities. It’s time for us.”
A flash of lightning lighted up Diane’s face. She said, “You’ve always been upset that I was the one who left. The one who got to pursue a dream.”
The thunder sounded sharply. As the echoes died away, Margot looked down into her cousin’s eyes, and said, “Funny. And I thought you were always mad because I was the one who got married. The dream you really wanted.” She brought her face within inches of Diane’s as she spat the last words.
Diane gasped. Angrily, she yelled, “I did not! I did not! Oh, you malicious bitch!” She pushed back from Margot’s arms, grabbed her hands tightly, and swung her cousin around.
Margot was taken by surprise. She yelped. She grabbed at the front of Diane’s dress. Margot began to fall backwards, with Diane following. The buttons on the dress gave way, and Diane’s large rounded breasts became fully visible, followed by the naked thatch of pubic hair.
Margot’s blouse flew open as she hit the rug with her backside. Her breasts quivered and shook with the impact. Diane and Margot collided. Their breasts crushed together, erect nipples digging into tender flesh. Margot’s blue skirt rode up as her legs spread. Diane’s naked thighs fell between them, and the only thing preventing their pussies from bare contact was the thin cloth of Margot’s skirt. Despite that, both women felt the charged impact of their cunts violently meeting.
Margot was angry now. She grabbed hold of her cousin’s shoulders and rolled. Under hissing gaslight and the flashes of lightning, they wrestled across the floor, hands slapping against breasts and pulling hair, making incoherent cries and grunts. They traded advantage as their twisting bodies moved roughly across the thin rug.
Diane, in frustration, grabbed Margot’s skirt and pulled. The cloth tore easily and soon the skirt was nothing but long tatters. Their crotches came into brief contact as they fought.
Finally, Margot had Diane pinned. She sat up, her legs straddling her cousins heaving chest. Sweat glistened on both of them as they panted. Margot leaned over, her hands holding Diane’s against the floor. Her breasts dangled above Diane’s tits, the nipples brushing.
Margot groaned. She slid her body down and brought herself to lay full length on top of her cousin. Diane’s legs spread slightly under the weight. Their breasts were pancaked together, their bellies smooth against each other.
Still holding her cousin’s hands out, Margot placed her lips on Diane’s mouth and kissed her cousin. Diane responded, arching her back, her legs opening and her mound welcoming the exploring pressure of Margot’s cunt. She opened her mouth and their tongues met and danced.
Margot’s hips began to rise and fall, as their pussies rubbed together with delicious friction. Diane felt her cunt get wet. She felt her clit lengthen and harden.
The lightning was increasing in frequency and intensity. It started to make a ticking sound before the blinding flash of light and the cannon roar of the thunder.
Just as the clouds opened, and the rain crashed down, Diane cried, “NO! NO! Not again!”
She pushed Margot off her. Margot fell to the side, chest heaving, mouth slack with sexual excitement. Her cunt was wet and swollen.
Diane rose unsteadily, and started running to the hallway, the wide open dress flapping. Margot, wearing the tattered remnants of her blue skirt, followed.
Diane opened the back door to the storm. She rushed out into the yard, arms trailing behind her. Margot saw her lift her face to the pouring rain. Lightning was striking all around, blue electric strobes of light.
Margot ran out to the yard and touched Diane’s shoulder. Diane whipped around, and yelled, “It’s not fair! IT’S NOT FUCKING FAIR.”
Margot yelled back, “COME INSIDE!”
Diane shook her head, the rain plastering her thick brown hair. “Oh, no! You have to prove it! If you want me, TAKE ME HERE!”
Diane shrugged her shoulders, and her dress fell back. She stood naked, being pelted by the rain, eyes closed.
Margot found herself more aroused than she had ever been. Disregarding the raging storm, she ripped of the last of her skirt, and was just as naked under the rain as her cousin. Her large breasts shook as she turned in the downpour. Water collected between her legs, soaking her pussy.
Diane opened her eyes and leapedat her cousin. They fell to the wet lawn and rolled, thighs and breasts and crotch meeting in fleeting touches. They grabbed hair and pulled their faces together. Their lips met fiercely and their mouths opened for a tongue war.
As the rain poured down, they slammed their bodies together, their breasts and nipples meeting in slaps of wet flesh. The lightning played like the electronic strobe of a photographer, rendering bright still shots of the sexual combat.
Here, the hands pressed mutually into each other’s tits, squeezing while faces contort in lust and pain. Another flash, and an intense bear hug squeezes them together, eyes wide open and flashing, lips pressed desperately together. Again, the light flashes. They are on their backs, legs joined together at the crotch, ramming their cunts together.
The rain crashed down. Patches of mud stained their legs and elbows. Margot grunted and mounted her cousin. As the storm raged, Margot and Diane humped with urgent need. Their juices flowed easily from their cunts, soon to be washed away in the rain. Their hands went to each other’s ass and gripped the fleshy cheeks. The pulled their hips together with their strong arms in a rapid wanton rhythm. The women gasped and panted and cried their sexual craving with meaningless syllables.
Naked under the lightning and rain, they slammed their bodies together. Their labia mashed together as the hot needles of their clits clashed and the cunt liquid spurted.
Diane yelled, “NOW! OH, SWEET GOD, FUCK ME, NOW!”
Margot screamed, “YES, NOW, NOW, NOW!”
Lightning struck the rod atop the main house, the closest flash yet. A deafening clap of thunder rolled over the thrashing women. The electrical field of the bolt charged the wet grass as the cousins met in shaking screaming climax. Their bodies arched together as the orgasm rolled over them like white-hot waves of fire. The coming shook them for at least a minute until they collapsed together on the lawn, on their backs, eyes glazed, sweet honey trickling from the pussies.
* The Next Morning *
They were in the large claw-footed tub in Diane’s room. Margot and Diane reclined at the ends. Hot water and fragrant bubbles filled the tub. They were lying together so that their legs wrapped around the other’s hips, and their crotches joined together in pleasant slick friction. A bottle of chilled champagne rested in a bucket of ice on the floor near them.
Margot was caressing Diane’s left foot. She slid her strong hands around the arch and pressed firmly.
Diane arched her back and purred. “Oh, that’s nice. I ought to make you do that to me every day.”
Margot giggled, and said, “You think, huh?” She ticked the sole of the pink foot.
Diane pulled her foot back, then worked the toes around Margot’s large breasts, getting one large nipple caught between the toes. She squeezed.
Margot laughed, “Mercy, darling! Mercy!” She slid around, the foot slipping off. The slippery movement of their crotches together made her sigh.
Margot said, “So you think you can be down her in six months?”
Diane said, “Yes. Now that I’ve had some time to consider, I think I can take the writers I shepherd now, and have the beginnings of a good literary agency. One that I can run mostly from here.”
Diane paused, took a drink from the champagne glass. “You were right, damn you. This is where I want to be. With the one I love.”
Margot sat up. They moved together in a close, wet embrace. Margot kissed her cousin as their breasts met in sliding electric sensation. Their pussies softened and opened. They started to press against each other, the water and suds splashing a little.
Margot said, her breath catching, “And with the one I love. Oh, Sweetheart! Oh, cousin!”
At the end, in their sweet embracing battle, the water splashed over the top of the tub.
The End