AUGUST HEAT - Part 1
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
To be Continued