Message-ID: <16889eli$9811040534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: alan.bladon@dnet.co.uk (Belfast Bloke) Subject: Getting Wet (1/2) (M, teen) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetro,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic,uw.alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: alan.bladon@dnet.co.uk Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <363ee653.1653561@news2.dnet.co.uk> Dear All, This is the second story I have finished. This is the first time it's been posted, so I look forward to hearing people's reaction to it. If you have any comments about it, please e-mail me. Thanks!! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * One evening, I had gone down to the street where I used to live to see one of my best friends, Davy. As usual, I’d decided not to bother phoning to check he was in, because he hadn’t mentioned he was going away anywhere. It had started raining just after I’d left my flat to walk the short distance to Davy’s house. As I was in a bit of rush to speak to Davy, I hadn’t bothered to wear a coat. Both my clothes and I were getting hopelessly wet. By the time I reached Davy’s house, I was drenched and was in need of a massive towel to dry myself. As I approached his front door, I heard my name being called from behind me. It sounded like a female voice I recognised from somewhere, so I turned round to see who was calling me. As I spun round, I saw the noise had come from Davy’s slightly younger sister, Katie. "Davy’s not in at the moment, but he shouldn’t be long. D’ya want to come in a wait for him?", asked a drenched Katie. "Yeah sure, if that’s all right", I replied. "Aye; come on in, and get yourself dried", said Katie as she turned her key in the lock and pushed open the front door. As I walked in through the open doorway, I could see that they had just finished decorating the hall. After a few seconds, I began to smell something familiar. "What’s that smell?", I asked Katie. "Probably the smell of the paint", replied Katie. "Oh aye, so it is!", I exclaimed. "What are those CDs for?", she asked, pointing to what I had in my right hand. "Just a couple of CDs your brother wanted to borrow off me", I replied. Katie began walking up the stairs. "I’m going to my bedroom to get dried and out of these wet clothes before I catch a cold", explained Katie. "You could always go to Davy’s room in the attic to get dried and changed, if you wanted". "But", I paused, "I have nothing to get changed into!". "Don’t worry, we’ll look for something for you to wear until your clothes dry off", Katie suggested, "there’s bound to be something of Davy’s that’ll fit you". "Okay, but I think you’ll have some difficulties when we start looking", I said. "Don’t worry about that", said Katie as we both walked up the stairs towards the top of the house where their bedrooms are located. "So, have you anything planned for the rest of the evening?" I asked. "No, not much. Maybe watch a video or something. What about you?", Katie replied. "Well, I was hoping your brother would be about so we could go out for a couple of drinks", I answered, as we continued up the stairs. As we reached the landing outside the bathroom, Katie told me to stop where I was standing. I asked her why. "I’m just going into the bathroom to get us a couple of towels to dry ourselves", Katie explained. "Right", I replied as I stood still, outside the bathroom door. It wasn’t long before Katie to come out of the bathroom having recovered a couple of towels - one for each of us. Another two short flights of stairs later, we reached the door of Katie’s bedroom. "Right, I’ll come up in a few minutes and help you look for something that’ll fit you", explained Katie, as she pushed open the door of her bedroom. "Okay, thanks", I remarked. As Katie went into her bedroom and closed the door, I turned and headed up the stairs to the attic, which had been converted for Davy to use as his bedroom. The moment I got to the top of the stairs, I started rubbing my hair with the towel Katie had given me. I began to wonder what time Davy would be getting back from his mate’s house, and if he’d be interested in going out for a couple of drinks to the local pub. I stopped rubbing my hair after a few seconds, but left the towel on my head so I could start again when I’d finished everything else. I began looking for Davy’s electronic heater - I had seen in his room only a few days ago. As soon as I found it, I turned it on and immediately started taking off the jumper I was wearing, as it was completely soaked through. I placed my wet jumper on the back of a chair, as I wasn’t too worried about how quickly it would dry. Next to come off were my shoes and socks, which appeared to be wetter than they were usually after walking through the puddles. When I’d finished taking my socks off, I laid my socks as close as I could to the source of the heat. Then I undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. As soon as I’d taken my jeans off, I put them in front of the heater, to dry them as quickly as possible. As I still was wearing my soaking wet boxer shorts, I thought it would be a good time to start looking in Davy’s wardrobe to see if I could find some tracksuit trousers that would fit me. "This is all I could find in my bedroom", said a voice from behind me, "everything else is either in the wash or is waiting to be washed". I gathered it was Katie who was talking, and turned round to see what clothes she had found to wear. As I turned round to see, I almost died, there and then. Katie was wearing the skimpiest pair of white knickers I’d ever seen in my entire life, along with a black coloured bra (which looked like a Wonderbra), and a half open dressing gown. I considered Katie to be one of the most mature 15 year old girls. She had been in my thoughts for quite a time and thought this would be the perfect opportunity to get to know her better. "Have you been able to find anything that’ll fit you yet?", asked Katie, as though there was nothing wrong. "No, I’ve just started looking", I answered, turning back to where I’d been looking. "I’m looking to see if I can find a pair of tracksuit trousers that would fit me". A few seconds had passed when I heard Katie start to talk again. "Is that shirt you’re wearing not soaking?" "What did you say?", I asked, even though I had heard her as if she was standing right in front of me. "Is the shirt you’re wearing wet at all - if it is, you should take it off and find something else to wear until it’s dried", she repeated. "D’ya not think I should find something else to put on before I take the shirt off?", I asked. "No, you could catch a cold if you leave it on - just take it off now!", Katie suggested. Her words and the amount of clothes she was wearing did absolutely nothing to rid me of my ever increasing nerves. "I was going to do was to find ‘replacements’ for every item of clothing I needed and then ...", I began to explain. "And then what?", asked an inquisitive Katie. "I was going to start getting changed out of these wet clothes, and put on the dry ones that your brother is so kindly donating to me!!", I said with a laugh. "You should take off all your wet clothes as soon as possible, try to get dried off", she advised, "and then start putting on dry clothes". "Where’s the logic in that?", I asked, not quite knowing what to do next. "It would take too long to explain", Katie continued, sounding as though she was getting frustrated with me, "just trust me on this one". "On one condition", I told her. "What’s that?" "You turn your back to me for the duration", I instructed her, "and no peeking!!". "Okay, just get on with it - you don’t want to be catching a cold at this time of the year do you?", quizzed Katie. As she turned her head, I began getting suspicious of Katie’s actions, and the situation I’d found myself in with a girl who, although I’d love to shag, was I reminded myself, one of my best mate’s younger sisters. I decided to think nothing more of it, and instead got on with the task of stripping off my wet clothes, and trying to find dry ones from Davy’s wardrobe. As I took off my damp red shirt, I took it over to where I’d put the rest of my clothes to dry. I looked for something to replace what I’d just taken off, like a T-shirt or even a jumper. Soon, I found a T-shirt suitable enough, and immediately put it on. Towards the end of my search, I’d felt as though someone was watching me. I tried to convince myself that Katie hadn’t turned round to look at me, but I didn’t know for sure. As I turned round to see what she was doing, I found her staring at me. "I thought I told you not to peek!", I exclaimed quite calmly. "Well, you did, but ...", Katie began to try to explain. "But what?", I asked. "Nothing!", replied Katie, obviously not wanting to reveal the reason she had turned round to watch. As soon as I was convinced she would keep to her word, I began looking for a pair of tracksuit trousers which would fit me, while my jeans were drying out. After I found a suitable pair, I turned round a second time, only to find Katie staring at me again. I immediately grabbed the pair of tracksuit trousers, and headed for the stairs. As I did so, Katie got up off the settee and came over to the top of the staircase. "Where are you going?", asked Katie. "Down to the bathroom to get changed - I can’t stand here and get changed while you sit there staring at me all the time", I said. "Alan!", Katie shouted down the small flight of stairs, as she began to follow me, "come back, I’m sorry", she continued. "No; you said you wouldn’t peek, but you did", I argued. "Okay; I’m sorry", Katie pleaded, "come back up here and get changed into some dry clothes - and be quick about it, or you’ll catch a cold". As I heard her, I turned round and looked back up the stairs at her innocent looking face. "On one condition - absolutely no more peeking, all right!", I told her, as I began walking back to the top of the stairs, "Promise?". "I promise", Katie said, as she went over to the seat in Davy’s room, turned it round and sat down on it so she was looking the other direction. I immediately began to feel more relaxed and confident that Katie wasn’t going to be peeking at me any more. As I began putting on the pair of tracksuit trousers, I heard Katie’s voice. "Shouldn’t you take off your boxer shorts before you put on those tracksuit trousers?", she enquired. I turned round only to find Katie facing me, again. "I thought I told you that you weren’t allowed to look?!", I exclaimed. "I ... I ... I’m sorry - I couldn’t help myself", stuttered Katie, as she tried to explain away her actions. "I’m going to give you one more chance, and then I’ll have to go down and change in the bathroom", I told her, meaning every single word of it. "Okay, okay", Katie apologised, "I promise not do it again - just hurry up and get your wet clothes off". I was a bit bemused by what Katie had just said. I began thinking - was she trying to see me naked or something? If she was, I thought, I could play her little game as well - and practice some flirting at the same time. I could see the evening might turn out more interesting than I’d originally thought. As I watched Katie turn round to face the other direction, I turned round towards the wardrobe, in anticipation of what was going to happen next. I began by releasing the plain black belt which had been holding up my jeans. I then undid the button and zip of my still soaking jeans, before helping them down my tanned legs. That was the difficult bit of the ‘operation’. Next, I picked up the pair of tracksuit trousers I’d chosen, and was about to begin pulling them on, when I heard Katie’s voice again. "What did I tell you to do?", she asked, sounding quite annoyed. "Errrrr ... what d’ya mean?", I enquired, as I turned to face her. "I told you to take off all your wet clothes, and be quick about it!", answered Katie. "Well, that’s what I’ve done and, if you’ll give me a chance, I’ll put on some dry clothes to keep me warm", I replied. "But ... ", Katie began. "But what?", I asked. "Aren’t your boxer shorts wet as well?", she answered, unashamedly. I was beginning to think that I’d been right to suspect that Katie wanted to see me naked, and so I began, in earnest, to flirt with her to see what happened. "No", I said, as I started feeling all over my boxer shorts, including the area either side of my cock and my ass, "I don’t think they’re wet. Why; do you see a wet patch anywhere?", I asked her. "They’re bound to be wet", said Katie, as she got up from where she was sitting and began walking towards me, "Let’s feel them!". At this stage, I knew for sure that something was about to happen between the two of us. As soon as she reached me, Katie glanced quickly into my eyes, then down towards my boxer shorts while she began to feel for damp patches. As she felt round my boxers, my previously erect cock began to become harder than it had ever been before. It seemed as though it was sticking out more, which was going to make it impossible to hide from Katie. 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