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August Heat - Part Three
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 leaped at 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.
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