AUGUST HEAT - Part 3
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
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 had 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,
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
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.
Diane asked, “What are the chances they’ll get it fixed
Margot grumbled, “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
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
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.”
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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, her 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
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
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
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, 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.