Now I was stuck in the apartment waiting for my sister. Mom and dad had told me an hour ago that she had left her office but she still hadn't arrived.
"She does not work that far..." I thought to myself and got up from the sofa in frustration. I was sweating profusely. I took my t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Sweat beads on my forehead now felt like a running faucet!
"Great day the power picked to go down!" I punched the sofa in anger.
I was now wearing only my shorts. But I had to calm down. The frustration was just making me hotter. I did not want to leave the apartment and risk not being able to let my sister stay the night over in these conditions. The situation out there was crazy. No cell phones were working, and the radio was not offering any news on when we could expect the power to be restored.
Besides, her coming over would probably lessen my frustration. I can't stand the heat. And she is such a calm person. Very easy to talk to and very cute. I was actually waiting impatiently for her now. I could have gone outside the apartment building to greet her but the sidewalks were too chaotic. I knew the consierge would let her in the building and let her walk up to my apartment. I am lucky I live on the third floor only. Can't even begin to imagine how people in high rise buildings coped with this hell!
While I was thinking all this, I heard a knock on the door. I sprang up and yelled:
"It's open."
My sister walked in and threw her stuff on the sofa.
"God I am exhausted!" she exhaled loudly, her cute cheeks red because of the heat.
"Light's not coming back for hours, sis." I chuckled. I was happy to see her.
"Yeah..." She gave me a blank stare.
"Are you ok?" I was concerned.
She went on to tell me about her hellish walk to my apartment. I got her some cold water from the fridge and asked her to relax.
She was wearing a very small white top, which was drenched in sweat. I could practically see her tits as she hadn't bothered to wear a bra. Her nipples were sticking out of the top and staring at me straight in the eye. And I didn't bame her. In this weather: I felt like ripping all my clothes off myself. I just had my shorts on with no underpants. One more piece of clothing and my skin would burn I thought.
And it looked like she didn't care about her clothing either. She had to know her breasts were practically visible. She is a girl after all and girls tend to know these things.
We just continued our conversation normally, sipping on water.
"It's so hot in here, you want to talk a walk outside?" she asked.
"Ok, but I think you should change your top." I looked straight at her tits while saying this. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. What man could? Even though she was my sister.
I know I can't touch her, and it's wrong to think about her this way, but hey I was only looking at the tits since they were there. It's not like I think about her or her tits all the time. I consoled myself with this thought.
"What's wrong with this top?" she teased.
"It's wet!" I replied immediately.
"Duh! I am sweating..." she chuckled.
"And it's white! Put two and two together!" I exclaimed.
"I HAVE put two and two together bro... how do you think I got here from work? You think I had something else on?" she laughed.
I pretended not to get the joke. The heat was probably getting to her head.
"Let me get you a t-shirt of mine and a towel. I can't go outside with you like this" I said, going inside my bedroom.
"Fine, if you say so." she shrugged.
I returned and she went inside my bedroom to change into my t-shirt.
I couldn't help but imagine her taking her top off to set her tits free, and change into my s-shirt. I know this is wrong but she is just so attractive, it is hard not to think about her.
She came back with her top in her hand, and she spread it out on the sofa.
"Let's hope it dries by night." she said.
"You can keep my t-shirt on."
"The top is much more comfortable."
"Whatever..." I said and walked out the door.
We walked around the neighborhood for a few hours. Time passed in a flash. Who knew so many people lived here who I did not even know. Today was "get-to-know-your-neighbor day", I thought to myself.
We ate at a local restaurant and bought some drinks to take home with us. Night had fallen by now, and the heat had subsided a little. But my apartment was probably pitch dark. I had only a limited supply of candles and we could not find anymore. All stores were selling out fast of candles, water other emergency supplies.
Walking around aimlessly and catching up on each other's life had taken a toll on us. We decided to call it a night and go back to the apartment. It was almost 10 now, with no hopes of the lights coming back on any time soon.
I set up the drinks on the table as she went inside to change into her top.
"Do you have shorts?" she came back and asked. "These slacks are killing me."
"I only have boxers." I said.
"If I wanna sit around in underwear, I'd rather do it in mine than yours!" she replied.
"Ok then do it." I said plainly, pouring her a drink.
"Come onnnnn...." she complained.
"I really don't have any! You want these?" I pointed to my shorts.
"Liar."
"Go look yourself and tell me if you find any."
"Gimme yours."
"Come on, they are all wet and sweaty. And what would I wear then?" I was amazed.
"You are right. But the boxers would be too smallll..." she moaned.
"What's wrong with your pants?" I was half getting angry at her nagging and half aroused by all this talk.
"They are too hot. I can't tolerate this."
"Then take them off!" I said, frustrated, picking up my drink. "Drink, you would be colder."
"You take them off!" she said, in a child-like tit-for-tat.
I could only laugh loudly. "Look my boxers are clean and I can get you a pair. ok miss?" I said, taking a sip.
"Look if I want underwear, thank you then, cuz I do have underwear on Mr.!" she imitated my tone.
"Then what's the problem?"
"None! But it's too hot and don't complain to me for my indecency."
Frustrated, she got up and unhooked her pants, threatening to take them off. She opened the hook all the way.
I sat back watching as if nothing happened.
"I am gonna take them off if you don't give me a pair of shorts!" |