Posted by Writer X on October 29, 2001 at 09:09
Well, here's part five. I hope you all enjoy..
(a little piece of part 4)
“Johnny is everything arigh...” One look at the stupid grin playing across her sister’s red face and the startled look of embarrassment in her deep green eyes quickly turned her warm concern into knowing amusement. “Oh, well… Mmm never mind.” It took every bit of her will to stifle her growing laughter as she watched her sister’s face grow an even deeper shade of red. “I’m just going umm… I uh… to get you some… I’m gonna grab you some clothes!” And with that she exited as quickly as she had entered, pulling the door shut behind her.
As soon as the door shut Johnny could hear her sister’s ill-concealed laughter explode. It wasn’t a mocking, or hurtful laughter by any means. It was the rich laughter of loving wisdom. A ‘knowing’ laughter. Johnny couldn’t help herself; she found herself giggling stupidly and soon laughing outright. A rich musical sound, not unlike chiming crystal, that seemed to clear and cleanse any remaining fears that the rich scented oils had been unable to expel…
Strange Awakenings
Part 5
By: Writer X
When Jesse returned, more than thirty minutes later, she had a pile of neatly folded clothes in her arms. Her eyes still twinkled with amusement and a small half grin lay plastered on her face. Johnny sat on the edge of the marble tub toweling herself dry as her sister walked in. She caught a glimpse of her sister’s slightly swollen labia and quickly ducked her head to hide her ever-growing smile.
“Here Johnny these should all fit you fairly well. My bras are a just a little too big for you, but I thought you might like to do a little shopping today anyway. If you feel up to it.” Johnny had wrapped one towel around herself and now sat trying to towel her hair dry, which judging by her growing frustration, was not going so well. Johnny was briskly moving the towel back and forth on her head, tangling her wet golden tresses. Jesse quickly placed the clothes on the silk-cushioned bench and hurriedly walked over to help her flustered sister.
“Here let me help sweetie.” Jesse grabbed the towel and, using her fingers, deftly worked out the tangles and mats that her sister had created. She then twisted her wet hair into a mock braid and finally wrapped it deftly in the soft terry cloth towel.
“There you go. Just leave that on there for twenty minutes or so and your hair should be pretty dry. When you take it off just run a brush through your hair a couple of times so it doesn’t kink on you.” She patted her sister on her firm, towel-clad bottom and turned to leave.
“Why am I having such a hard time with all the little things Jess? And why are you lending me your clothes? Shouldn’t I have clothes in my room?” Johnny’s voice was soft and inquisitive. Jesse felt a deep sadness for her sister, like a quick jab in her heart.
“Get dressed Johnny. I’m going to go downstairs and fix us some breakfast. Then I think you and me need to have a long talk.” Jesse felt such a deep love and compassion for this beautiful angel that was her sister. Johnny’s quick smile, partly of relief and partly resignation, brought tears to Jesse’s eyes. She quickly left, shutting the door softly behind her.
Once outside she leaned softly against the wall, her shoulders resting against the hard plaster. She wiped a single tear, which had welled up in her right eye, and sniffed softly. She quickly brought her hand up and ran her fingers through her soft auburn hair. She did this methodically, out of habit. It was a quiet ritual that helped to calm her. She drew in first one deep breath, letting it out slowly, and then breathed in again deeply. Finally, feeling calmed and composed, she walked quickly down the hall drawing the soft cords of her silken robe loosely around her slender waist. She smiled at the way the light material seemed to flow and ripple on her smooth skin, as if she were clad in a garment of mist. She could feel a slight flush of heat in her skin and her nipples hardening as the soft material slid back and forth across them. She thought little of these feelings really though. That is why she had bought this robe. It made her feel sexy.
Jesse walked quickly to the end of the hallway, a graceful sway in her hips. She stepped through a large arch and onto a sizeable landing that overlooked a great room below. She loved this big old house, she always had. It’s forest of hard wood trim and shiny floors. It’s vaulted ceilings, ornate archways and elegant chandeliers. The way it sighed and creaked in the mornings, as if waking up with the sun’s warm rays. She breathed in the rich aromas of polish and wax as she walked down the curving staircase, her open hand gliding across the rich, deeply grained wood of the intricate banister rail, worn smooth from the decades of human touch. She allowed herself a small girlish squeal. She quickly looked over her shoulder, back up to the staircase landing, self-consciously searching for her sister. She then found herself running with abandon down the curving stair, her silken robe billowing behind her as if a majestic cape. She twirled when she reached the marble landing, leaping into the air, as if dancing with an unseen partner. Pure joy shone in her eyes and every movement that she made. She had a sister… She had a sister!
She veritably skipped, while humming softly to herself, across the expansive ‘ballroom’, through yet another intricate and majestic archway, like so many that defined the doorways of this grand house, and into a room so necessary in any home. The Kitchen.
Rich beams of morning sunlight shone through the many paned windows. Walls of glass they seemed, making up three of the four walls in this great room. Motes of dust glimmered and sparkled in the sun’s light, giving the room a surreal, heaven like feel. The rich smell of drying herbs, hanging in small bundles amongst a multitude of shining copper pots and pans, permeated the air giving it a rich comforting aroma. The fragrances of peppermint, sage, basil, thyme, rosemary, lavender and oh so sweet jasmine creating a potpourri of scents that threatened to overwhelm her. She skipped through the kitchen; throwing open the many windows and relishing the soft breezes of rich spring air. The sudden current of air carried the crisp smell of fresh cut grass that seemed to define this season of life and rebirth. And suddenly she was playing in her mind a piece of an old musical movie that had been termed a classic by the generation of her grandparents. She saw the singing blond woman cresting a hill of wildflowers, ablaze in their spring glory, followed by laughing children. They were all singing, a cacophony of mock purity and innocence. It was set in Germany or Denmark, this movie. ‘The Noises of Sound’ or some such awful title.
A little embarrassed, Jesse quickly looked around to make certain that no one had witnessed her escapade of silliness. Chuckling softly to herself, and shaking her head with a self-martyred grimace, she quickly made her way to the large double door subzero set behind a façade of cabinetry. Still blushing she opened the large doors and methodically began grabbing items from it’s cold interior. Rosa always did a fine job of keeping their house stocked with all the little details that neither her nor Johnny had the time, or more pointedly the desire, to see to. She twisted to place the numerous items on the large, maple butcher-block counter, which topped a large island of cabinetry in the center of the vast kitchen. A sizable stainless steel sink sat countersunk into its rich surface. This is where Rosa prepared their meals. Of course this being Sunday she had the day off. Besides, Jesse found something compelling and utterly fulfilling in the preparation and expedition of her Sunday meals.
She shut the large refrigerator’s door with a firm nudge of her hip and began gathering items from the large pantry that stood next to it. Soon a large portion of the countertop’s surface was hidden beneath a pile of fruits, flours, eggs, milk, juices, breads, bowls, spoons and other essential components for Jesse’s morning feast. She paused only long enough to tie a white lace trimmed apron around her silk robe before she became a flurry of activity. She set three skillets on the large gas range and lit the burners with a small rushing roar. She quickly turned the flames down low and returned to the heavily laden butcher-block. Soon she was in a dance of sorts; cracking eggs into a large stainless bowl, dumping in unmeasured amounts of milk and flour and sugars. She sat slicing apples and bananas at a blinding pace, the blade whirring and sounding loudly on the maple surface. She shredded potatoes on a large metal grater, collecting the shavings in yet another metal bowl. Returning to the other bowl she began whisking furiously at its contents. She then flew across to the range, a small platter of bacon in her arms, and began laying strips expertly into one of the heated skillets. It popped and sizzled as it touched the heated iron, filling the air with its strong, sweet smell. Soon all three skillets were filled and she became entranced by the methodical stirring of this, flipping of that, adding a pinch of salt here to the completion of that. She didn’t hear the soft whisper of sound that her sister made as she walked into the kitchen.
Johnny stood up from her perch on the tub’s side as her sister left and quietly shut the bathroom door behind her. She had seen a tear glimmer in Jesse’s eye as she turned to leave. She knew that her sister loved her very much, and that was a comfort. A hand outreached in a sea of crashing turmoil. Of course her bath had helped a lot. This thought brought a rise of heat to her face. She giggled self-consciously as she walked into the outer parlor to dress herself in the clothes her sister had left.
On top of the small pile was a neatly folded pair of pink silk panties, lined with lace and elastic around the leg holes and waist. She let her towel slip from around her and laughed lightly as her softened skin seemed to sigh at the breath of air that suddenly enveloped her. She picked up the delicate garment, feeling the soft silk sliding across her fingers, and quickly differentiated the front from back. She then lifted her left foot and slid it through the panty’s leg hole. Holding the panties by the waistband on either side, she then stepped through the other leg hole and pulled them up slowly. She relished in the way the soft lace tickled at the insides of her thighs as she pulled them firmly into place. She could feel the snug elastic of the leg gathers pressing delicately on both sides of her bottom. The soft silk seemed to slide and caress the skin that it covered. The small panel of cotton, in the panty’s crotch, hugged the floor of her pelvis, making her even more aware of the soft tender folds of her womanhood. Johnny ran her thumbs between her bare flesh and the soft lacy elastic of the garments waistband, stretching the elastic slightly and letting it snap loudly against her hips. She laughed out loud with girlish pleasure.
She then reached down and shook the neat folds out of the soft cotton of the next piece of clothing. She held in her hands a light summer dress, done in little pink and yellow flowers on a white background. It had delicate lacy shoulder straps that crossed in the back. Johnny quickly removed the towel that covered her head and shook out her still damp tresses. Gathering the dress she quickly brought it above her head and, sliding her arms through the delicate straps, wiggled her body as it fell into place. She smoothed the dress over her hips, relishing the feel of the soft airy cotton settling against her skin. Grabbing a brush from the countertop she then proceeded to brush out her long golden hair. She did this delicately; slowly pulling the brush through her damp hair and carefully working it through the occasional tangles. A small smile grew on her face as she set the brush back down. She felt an odd sense of satisfaction at completing this little task. A pair of small white sandals lay where the clothes had been. Sturdy little things, made of bleached leather and cork, she slipped them on her feet. They fit well, if just a little big, and after adjusting a couple straps she was confident they wouldn’t fly from her feet in mid-stride. She allowed herself one last glance in the mirror before she turned to leave the bathroom.
Just as her hand touched the knob she became acutely aware of a slight tingling in her crotch. A familiar feeling it was. This feeling only meant that she was going to pee! Filled with dread she spun around and ran toward the porcelain toilette. She was frantically pulling up the hem of her dress with one hand as she quickly lifted the bowl’s lid with the other. She was trembling as she turned and tore her panties down. In the same motion she found her bottom touching the cold porcelain seat and heard the soft sounds of water meeting water. It lasted but a few seconds and then the steady tinkling tapered to intermittent drips before it stopped altogether. A huge smile beamed on her face. She had peed in the toilette!
Exhilarated, she pulled a small wad of toilette paper from its roll and patted the area between her legs, wiping away any lingering urine. She realized the futility in this though as she looked down at the panties that sat hanging around her knees. A small patch, about the diameter of a soda can, had turned the white cotton crotch transparent. She could make out the darkened pink silk through the saturated material. A small, seemingly dotted, line traveled from the wet circle to the back of the lacy waistband. The dots of moisture made the silk even more transparent than the cotton turning the pale pink to a sheer red. Well, she had obviously started in her pants, but most of it had ended up in the toilette. She still felt satisfied as she tore a much larger wad of toilette paper from the roll and began blotting at the wetness in her panties. She then stood up, dropped the damp paper into the yellowish water and pressed the brass lever to flush the toilette. She quickly pulled the panties back up, gasping at the coldness of the still damp material as it pressed against her sensitive nether lips. Still, she hadn’t totally wet herself.
Johnny quickly washed her hands, humming contentedly at her sense of accomplishment, turned and walked out of the bathroom. There was a spring in her step as she made it to the landing and started down the curving stairs. The broad grin was back in place and she was completely unaware of the slow, steady drips of urine that continued to soak into the already damp crotch of her silk panties…
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