“There you are,” Katie said, walking up behind me as I watched the rain. “I couldn’t find you.”
“Yeah, who’d have thought I’d be the same place as last night,” I said. “You’d have to be some sort of mind reader or something.”
“Ha ha,” she said. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
“I’m exactly as funny as I think I am, thank you very much.”
Katie walked over to the railing and extended her hand to let a few raindrops fall onto it. She watched them roll across her skin like she’d never experienced water before.
“You remember when we were kids and sometimes we’d go running in the rain?” she asked. “And we didn’t even care about getting soaked or anything.”
“Yeah, I remember that,” I said. “But we’re older and wiser now, and more importantly mom’s not going to bring us towels and dry clothes if we do something like that.”
“We could, like, take our clothes off first,” she said. “So they don’t get wet.”
“Sure. You first.”
“I mean leave our underwear on, not go completely naked. Don’t get too excited.” Katie paused for a second. “Actually, maybe that would even be too much for you. You went kind of nutty just from me taking my shirt off before.”
“You know damn well that was a joke.”
“Whatever. Are you in?”
“Depends, are you serious?”
“I will if you will.”
Katie folded her arms across her chest and waited for my answer. It wasn’t like I could say no, not after a challenge like that. She’d just keep bringing it up for the next week, or maybe even longer, if I wussed out.
“Okay fine, let’s do it,” I said.
She smiled and reached for the bottom of her shirt. I copied her actions at a slightly slower pace to make sure she wasn’t going to try faking me out, but her clothes did start coming off. Before long we were both semi-naked and kicking our respective piles of clothes into the corner where they would stay dry.
I will admit to taking a few peeks at my sister as she stripped, and a few more as she stood in only her bra and panties. Just because I was her brother and it was a little weird to be checking her out didn’t mean she didn’t have anything worth seeing. My mind flashed back involuntarily to when I’d grabbed her boobs, and part of me kind of wanted to try that again.
“Ready?” Katie asked before I could act on any of my dirty thoughts.
“As I’ll ever be,” I said.
Our backyard wasn’t completely private. Anyone looking from the right place in one of our neighbours’ houses, or even from our house, could generally see most anything that went on back there. However, given the rain and the general lack of light except for what little came from inside the house, the visibility was diminished quite a bit from what it usually was. I hoped that would be enough to prevent us from being seen. I didn’t feel like explaining why we were parading around in our underwear in the rain. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure I could.
Katie took my hand and together we walked down the few steps off the deck into the wet grass. The rain didn’t immediately soak us, but it didn’t take very long to go from dry to wet either. My sister raised her arms up to the sky and tilted her head back for a moment, then slowly twirled in place. I decided against pointing out how her few remaining articles of clothing were slowly being made transparent.
“This is pretty awesome, isn’t it?” she said.
“It’s certainly wet,” I said.
“Oh don’t be a spoilsport. Let yourself enjoy this.”
At Katie’s urging I emulated her, spreading my arms and closing my eyes, simply feeling the water hitting my skin and running down my body. It was actually kind of fun in a childish sort of way to be out in the rain without having to worry about hurrying to shelter. So much of the time rain was something to avoid because you’d have to deal with wet, uncomfortable clothes otherwise, but in this case it wasn’t quite the same issue.
My moment of reflection was rudely interrupted by a hand softly tapping my chest. I cracked open my eyes to see Katie dancing away from me with an impish grin.
“Tag,” she said. “You’re it.”
It took me a second to process, but then I started chasing her without really stopping to think about whether I should. There were some things that were ingrained in me from childhood, and one of them was that when I got tagged, particularly by my sister, I needed to get her back.
We went back and forth several times as I first caught up to her, then she caught me and so on. I targeted her butt when I could since her breasts were usually on the wrong side of her body to reach easily, and a couple times I felt her do the same, though I couldn’t be certain it was on purpose.
The conditions were not exactly ideal for running, but in some ways that made it more fun. Both Katie and I slipped and fell far too many times in the slick grass as we chased each other around and it was next to impossible to stop or change direction quickly once we got moving. Eventually this led to a major collision when she tried to turn and lost her footing right before I ran into her. We tumbled together onto the ground, with me only barely managing to not land directly on top of her.
Katie made no move to get up right away, so I didn’t either. We were both breathing a little heavily and had stupid smiles on our faces from acting like kids when no one was around to see.
“See, that was kind of fun, wasn’t it?” Katie said.
“Yeah, you’re right, it was,” I said.
The movement of her chest as she regained her breath drew my attention to her breasts, though I tried to be subtle about looking. Her bra was pretty much soaked at this point and her nipples were just barely visible to me through the material. I got away with checking her out for maybe a minute before she realized what I was doing.
“Oh my god, grow up,” she said, covering her breasts with her hands.
“Says the girl who just instigated a game of underwear tag,” I retorted.
“That was perfectly innocent. You’re just being a perv.”
“Well you can read my mind, can’t you? You should have known that would happen.”
Katie sighed, but really didn’t look all that upset as she climbed to her feet. Plus she gave me a nice view of her butt as she stood which I was pretty sure was on purpose. Either way, her super-clingy underwear left little to the imagination.
I got up too, and together we walked back to the relatively dry sanctuary of the deck. Our clothes were still there, thus far untouched by the weather, but putting them back on over our underwear didn’t seem like a great idea.
“Turn around,” Katie said.
“What?” I said.
“Turn around and don’t look while I change. I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna take my bra and panties off first.”
“Oh, okay.” I turned to face the opposite direction from where she was. “How do you know I won’t peek?”
“I guess I just have to trust you, much as it pains me to do so.”
I grinned, but didn’t look over my shoulder even once while my sister changed. I knew she’d be watching me like a hawk anyway.
“Could you at least pass me my clothes over?” I asked since I couldn’t reach them myself without disobeying her wishes.
“Just gimme a second,” she said. “Almost done, then you can have them.”
Soon she had finished, and I was allowed to grab my clothes while she wrung out her underwear as best she could. She then went inside and left me alone on the deck. Suspecting nothing I quickly stripped off and reached for my shirt first to give my lower half slightly more time to dry off. Katie, the little back stabber, popped back out while I was standing there naked. And she was holding a camera.
“Say cheese,” she said just before the flash went off.
I froze for a second in pure confusion, then lunged for her to try and grab the camera away. She was already moving though, and I found myself chasing her naked through the house not quite able to catch up. In the back of my head I knew it would probably have been better to get dressed first and murder later, but once I was moving it was too late to change my mind.
Katie went straight for her room, and the only reason I made it in time was because she had to stop and try to close the door behind her, which, unfortunately for her, she didn’t have time to do. I tackled her to the floor harder than I meant to, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t injured her since she was still clutching her camera in a death-grip.
“Give it!” I demanded.
“No,” she said.
I tried to reach around and take it from her, but she tucked her arms under her body to protected it.
“Katie, give me the camera,” I said.
“It’s mine,” she said.
“Yes, and you can have it back as soon as that picture is deleted.”
“Uh uh, it’s my picture too.”
“You know I can’t let you have that.”
“Why not? I’m not gonna blackmail you or anything. I won’t show anyone else, I promise.”
“Then why do you even want it? You just want it for yourself or something?”
It was only after I finished the sentence that I realized how awkward the implications could be. That led pretty quickly to me remembering that I was currently naked and on top of my little sister with my cock pressed against her butt. That was even more awkward.
“Shut the door at least,” Katie said quietly, having apparently come to more or less the same conclusion I had.
I gingerly pushed myself up to a kneeling position and swung the door closed behind us. Katie rolled over and sat up, then handed the camera to me.
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