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August Heat (Part One)
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 her 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 aureolae. They swayed
free, slightly pendulous. She rubbed them, the flesh
rubbery.
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.
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