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 A Bit More about Norika and then Me!

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about my friends and me, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   Before I get to my actual trip home to Japan, I want to tell you a few
more things about growing up with my sister Norika.  I think this happened
after Norika had moved out to go to university.  That summer, she came back
to stay with mom and dad and me for a couple of months till school started
up again.  I don't know what had happened to her at university, but
whatever it was, she seemed wilder than before.  Oh, she still acted like a
good girl in front of mom and dad, but ...  well, let me tell you about it.

   I guess this was some weekday afternoon.  Dad had gone to work, and mom
was out shopping.  I was quietly studying in my room.  I went downstairs to
get something to drink, and was about to come back when something caught my
eye outside in the garden.  In our dining room, there is this large glass
sliding door with a thin lace curtain hanging over it.  I sort of glanced
out, and noticed Norika's feet at the bottom of one of those long lawn
chairs you can stretch out on.  I probably wouldn't have stopped, except
that she wasn't wearing any shoes or socks.  I pulled back the curtain, and
opened the door to outside.  There she was lying - stark naked - just a few
feet from the hedge that separates our house from the street.

   I totally freaked out.  Our house is on the corner, and our small garden
is at the side with only this high hedge and a few small trees blocking the
view from the street.  True, the whole garden is a bit above street level,
but you can kind of see through the branches of the hedge.  Even worse, we
are on a corner surrounded by two-storey houses.  I quickly glanced up at
our neighbors' windows.

   Norika looked over, and saw me standing there.

   "Emi, ...  wha- wha- what are you doing home?" she asked, looking pretty
surprised.

   I'd been pretty quiet all afternoon, so I guess she must have figured I
went shopping with mom.  She looked down at her own naked body clearly
embarrassed to be caught like that.

   "Oh Emi, promise me whatever you do, you won't tell mom and dad.  They'd
kill me.  Promise me you won't."

   I nodded OK.  She kept saying the same thing over and over, but I was
less worried about mom and dad than I was about our neighbors.  Some of
them are pretty nosey, and I was worried that they would hear us talking. I
took Norika by the arm, and tried to get her to come inside, but she pulled
away.

   "What are you doing?  People will see you.  You'd better come in," I
told her sternly.

   "Oh, don't worry.  I do this all the time."

   I was even more shocked.

   "The only people I think might've seen me are mom and dad, but that
time, I ran in, and got dressed before they made it inside.  They didn't
say anything about it, so I guess they didn't actually see me."

   "Oh Norika, you can't just stay out here.  If you don't come in now, I
really will tell mom and dad."

   She looked at me straight in the eye, and then finally got up.  She
slipped her feet into her sandals, and then leaned over to pick up her sun
tan lotion and a little towel she had brought out with her.  As she leaned
down, she stuck her bottom straight up in the air, and spread her legs a
little.  I knew she was just trying to get a reaction out of me, but
somehow, the sight of her pussy was a bit much.  Her thick black hair was
glistening, wet with this creamy liquid.  Shocked, I held out my hand to
cover her up, but she just looked back at me with this strange look on her
face.

   "Norika, hurry up ...  before mom gets back."

   She stood back up, and stretched basking in the warmth of the sun.

   "Emi, you really should relax a bit more, and enjoy yourself," she said
with a mischievous grin.  She finally went in, but I could feel my face
getting hot with embarrassment.  I sat down, my heart racing.  Why is she
always doing these things?

   A few weeks later, she did something even worse.  Tomoyuki, the guy I
was sort of dating at the time, was over, and we were studying together
sitting on the carpet in the living room.  My mom was in the kitchen making
supper.  Suddenly, Norika came racing down the stairs.

   "Oh my gosh.  I'm going to be late." Apparently, she had some kind of
date with a guy.  She dashed into the bath room, and we could hear the
shower running.  Tomoyuki was sitting facing me with his back to the dining
room, but he pricked up his ears once he heard her get into the shower.  We
both got so distracted by what Norika was doing that we completely lost
track of what we were working on.  We just kind of sat there staring
blankly at our textbooks while I kept wishing that Norika would hurry up,
and go out.

   The shower stopped, and before I knew what was happening, she came
running out into the dining room - buck naked - her hair dripping wet.

   "Where's my dress?  Where's my dress?"

   Tomoyuki sat straight up clearly wondering what was going on behind his
back.  Maybe the look of shock on my face had given it away.  I froze not
sure what to do while Norika frantically searched through the clean laundry
hanging at the far end of the dining room.  She glanced over, and saw
Tomoyuki sitting there with his back to her, but she just gave me this
little smirk, and kept on looking for her dress.

   Tomoyuki started to turn, but thankfully before he caught sight of her,
she disappeared back into the kitchen, and started talking to mom.

   "Put some clothes on for heaven's sakes," mom yelled, finally having
noticed what Norika was up to.

   Aaaargh!  Norika was bad enough, but now my mom had given it away for
sure.  Tomoyuki could not control himself anymore.  He turned full around,
and started craning his neck to get a look at Norika.  Luckily, she was
still in the kitchen, out of sight for the moment.

   "I have to go!  There's no time!  I'm going to be late!" Norika kept
repeating.  I leaned over the coffee table, and pulled hard on Tomoyuki's
sleeve to try to get him to turn back around, but it was too late.  Norika
came bounding back into the dining room - still as naked as ever.  I
struggled to get up, but Tomoyuki's eyes were locked on Norika as she
leaned forward to look through the pile of laundry folded on a chair.  Her
large breasts swayed back and forth as she moved.  She made no effort to
cover up her thick black pubic hair still dripping wet from the bath.

   She finally found her dress, and looked up, pretending to notice
Tomoyuki for the first time.

   "Kyaa!  Why didn't someone tell me there was someone here?" she yelled
at mom.  Right!  As if she didn't know already.  Tomoyuki had been there
all afternoon, so surely she must have heard him.

   Mom came out of the kitchen, motioned for Norika to move out of sight,
and then started apologizing to Tomoyuki.  He tried to put a serious look
on his face, but meanwhile Norika had turned around to unhook her bra and
panties from the hanger behind her.  His eyes were planted firmly on her
bare bottom.  I couldn't believe she was still standing there like that.

   Mom turned, and yelled,

   "Norika!" but this just made her drop the bra.  Tomoyuki's eyes went
wider still as she leaned forward to pick it up.  She made no effort to
cover up as her pussy came into view.  I pulled desperately on Tomoyuki's
shirt, but his eyes were glazing over, overloaded at the sight of seeing my
wicked sister naked.  Norika straightened up, but the damage had been done.
He tilted his head back breathing heavily as Norika slinked out of sight.
We heard her go upstairs, and then once she was dressed, come back down.

   "Bye, everyone.  Don't wait up."

   I was so angry.  How could Norika come out naked with Tomoyuki right
here?  For the rest of the night, he had this goofy grin on his face.  I
started to get angry at him instead.

   The next few times he called me up, I refused to see him.  I stayed
angry with Norika for a long while after that.  Tomoyuki and I ended up
breaking up.  Every time I saw him, he'd get this wistful look in his eyes
tat made me think he was thinking of Norika, and not me.

   About a year after that though, something happened which gave me some
clue as to how Norika must have felt when she flashed Tomoyuki.  I guess it
happened the summer after that in my last year of high school.  At the
time, I was thinking about going to university in Japan, so I was supposed
to be studying for my entrance exams.  There was this big fireworks show
being held on a beach not too far from my house, so my best friend Michiyo
and I decided to take a break from studying, and go.

   In high school, Michiyo and I were best friends.  I was still pretty shy
back then, but Michiyo was even shyer still.  She didn't have a boyfriend,
although there must have been plenty of boys who asked her out.  The boys
in our class used to make a big deal about her because they say she looks
like an idol - Asami Mizukawa or Erika Toda or someone like that.  I guess
I can see why.  She has these almond shaped eyes, which she blinks over and
over when she's nervous, but she usually pulls her bangs down to cover her
eyes.  She has the most beautiful hair too.  I got her to teach me how to
do mine up the same way she does.

   Anyway, that afternoon, the two of us put away our schoolbooks, and
headed over to this beach a couple of train stops away from where we live.
We found a place to sit, and sat down to watch the show.  We saw my first
cousin, Hideki, who lives really close to there.  I pointed him out to
Michiyo, and she said he looked cute.  He's a couple of years younger than
us.  He's got this short black hair that kind of sticks up, and wide eyes,
so he looks kind of like a cartoon character.  He doesn't talk too much,
but he sometimes jokes around with me.  Anyway, we didn't say hi or
anything, but just settled in to watch the show.

   Near the end, all of a sudden it started to rain.  Neither Michiyo nor I
had brought an umbrella, but it started coming down really hard.  I
couldn't see Hideki anymore, but his house is closer than the train
station, so we decided to make a run for there.  By the time we got there,
we were soaked to the skin.  My aunt Sachi, Hideki's mother, answered the
door.

   "Oh, Emi, come in.  Come in.  Your mom phoned, and said you might be
coming." My aunt is a few years younger than my mom, and different from her
in a lot of ways.  She dresses really nicely, and looks much younger than
she is.  Most of the time, she's pretty sensible, but if someone tells a
risqu?  story, she'll laugh and laugh.  My mom is much more conservative,
but the two of them are good friends.

   "Sorry about this, Aunt Sachi.  We got caught in the storm..."

   "That's alright, but the two of you look soaked.  You better come in,
and change before you catch a cold.  I tell you what.  Why don't you have a
shower while I go fetch you some clothes?"

   I looked at Michiyo who nodded shyly.  She felt bad about imposing, but
I knew my aunt didn't mind.  I nodded too.  My aunt opened the door to the
bath, just next to the entranceway.

   "Here, I'll go get you some towels and some dry clothes." She rushed off
as we took off our shoes, and went into the small room next to the bath.  I
could hear voices coming from the back of the house.  I thought it was my
Uncle Yuuzou and Sachi.  There was no sign of Hideki.  He must still be
outside in the storm.

   Michiyo shut the door to the hall, and we both stripped out of our
clothes.  I think that's probably the first time I saw Michiyo naked,
although in Japan, it's more normal than it is in the States to bathe with
your friends.  Even so, we both felt somewhat self-conscious, skittishly
glancing at each other's naked bodies.  She was slender, but her body was
developing some curves, and her pubic hair was filling in.  I noted though
that I was a bit more developed than she was, and felt a bit proud almost
as if this were an achievement somehow.

   "Does your aunt have a dryer?" Michiyo asked, trying to focus on our
situation.

   "I think so."

   My aunt didn't come back right away, so we just left our clothes in a
basket on the floor, and went into the bath.  It was kind of cramped, so I
bumped into Michiyo, brushing my nipples against her breasts.  She blushed,
but tried to act like it was no big deal.  I let Michiyo shower off first,
and then get into the tub.  I felt a bit strange showering naked in front
of her, but it was nice to finally get warm.

   After a while, we saw my aunt come in through the frosted glass of the
shower room door.  She laid some towels on the counter next to the sink,
and then went away again.  We were drying ourselves off when she came back
with some clean clothes.  I felt kind of embarrassed letting her see me
naked even though she was my aunt.  Michiyo and I wrapped our towels around
ourselves to cover up.

   "These belong to Namie," Sachi told us holding up a stack of clean
clothes.

   "Hideki's sister," I explained to Michiyo.

   "I guess she's about the same size as you two."

   Michiyo picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and I took what I
thought was a cotton sundress.  My uncle started calling, so my aunt
quickly turned to us, and asked,

   "Should I bring some other things?  Some underwear perhaps?"

   Michiyo and I looked at each other.  I felt a bit strange about wearing
someone else's underwear.  We shook our heads no, and then my aunt
disappeared again down the hall.

   Once she was gone, I took off my towel, and slipped the 'dress' over my
head only to discover that it was actually a t-shirt, just slightly longer
than the one Michiyo took.  I managed to pull it down far enough to cover
my pubic hair, but the soft cotton was so thin.  You could see my nipples
sticking out.  I tried to pull it down at the back too, but I couldn't get
it to cover my bottom.  I turned to look at myself in the mirror.  Sure
enough, you could see the round little cheeks of my bottom peeking out from
below the hem.

   Michiyo looked over at my horrified expression, and broke out laughing.

   "Wanna trade?" she offered with a grin.

   "You want to wear this?"

   "No, I meant just the t-shirts." She turned to show me how short hers
was.  It just barely covered her belly button.

   "Very funny." I felt embarrassed enough as it was.  "I better go ask if
I can borrow some jeans too." I opened the door, and peered anxiously out
into the hall.  There was still no sign of Hideki.  I pulled down the shirt
as far as it would go, and nervously stepped out into the hall.  I could
feel the air between my legs, getting me all excited.  I don't think I'd
ever wandered around a strange house commando before.  It felt so strange
especially when I walked because you expect to feel your underwear there
between your legs, but there was nothing.  My heart started to beat faster.


   From the back of the house, I could hear my uncle and aunt's voice.  I
tiptoed down the hall, and pulling the hem down as far as it would go, I
opened the door to the living room.  Instead of my uncle and aunt, the
first people I saw were this other Japanese woman and a western man. 
Further round the corner, my aunt looked over at me.

   "Oh Emi, I'm glad you came.  You remember your cousin, Kanako, don't
you?"

   "Emi?  Is that you?  The last time I saw you, you were just a little
tike," Kanako smiled.  I did remember her.  She used to drive us around
when we visited my grandma's house in the country.

   Almost without thinking, I took a step forward to greet her, but
suddenly, I felt this rush of cool air on my still damp bottom.  I turned
to see Hideki and one of his friends coming in through the front door.  Oh
no!  I must look pretty indecent with my bare bottom showing.  Now what do
I do?

   Michiyo shyly backed into the bath room.  My aunt got up, and rushed
past me to see to the soaked Hideki.  My uncle, who was now behind me,
stood up.

   "Uh Sachi.  Maybe you'd better get some clothes for Emi here first.  You
must be pretty cold like that," he noted soberly.  I felt grateful to him
for trying to rescue me, but Sachi wasn't so helpful.  She was in one of
her frisky moods.

   "I already offered her some underwear, but she said she didn't need any"

   My uncle and Kanako's husband stared at my bare behind.  Hideki and his
friend seemed interested in the hand I had buried between my legs.  I tried
to pull the t-shirt down to cover my buns, but it wasn't long enough.  To
get away from my uncle, I scooted down the hall, but Hideki and his friend
seemed even more fascinated by my buttocks.  My hello kitty was tingling
away, making it hard to think straight.

   "Close the door for heaven's sakes," my uncle boomed.  I was so nervous
my whole body was shaking.  I felt so exposed, so vulnerable.  I meekly
asked my aunt,

   "I changed my mind.  Could I get a pair of jeans too?"

   Hideki finally noticed Michiyo standing in the doorway to the bath.  She
bowed shyly, pulling her t-shirt down to cover her bellybutton. 
Unfortunately, this had the effect of emphasizing the shape of her breasts.
Hideki began staring at her breasts, and as soon as she noticed, her cheeks
started to turn bright red.  She batted her eyelashes, and lowered her head
to hide her eyes with her bangs, but this seemed to get Hideki even more
excited.  My uncle came down the hall, trying not to stare at my bare
behind.

   This was all a bit much for me.  I just kind of snapped.  Maybe I was
upset because they were all looking at Michiyo or whatever, but anyway, I
let go of the hem of my t-shirt, slid past my aunt, and started to rush up
the stairs.  I was so nervous that I tripped, and fell forward, just barely
breaking my fall with my hands.  For a moment, I just stayed there leaning
forward on the stairs trying to catch my breath till I realized that
everyone else was staring at my bare bottom, which was now sticking
straight up in the air.

   Stretching my arms out had pulled up the hem of my t-shirt even higher.
This image popped into my head of my boyfriend doing me doggy style.  I was
seriously starting to lose it.  I shook my head to get the image out of my
head, and then raced up the stairs.

   I wasn't really sure which room was Namie's, but I could feel them
watching me from below, so I darted into the first room on the right. 
Hideki yelled out,

   "Hey!" and came running up the stairs after me.  Woops.  This must be
his room.  I pulled the t-shirt down between my legs, and turned to face
him when he came in.

   "Sorry I thought this was Namie's room."

   He just kind of stood there breathing heavily obviously kind of aroused
himself.  His face and clothes were dripping wet from the rain, but his
confused expression looked kind of cute.

   "You'd better change," I said moving closer.  "Which one is Namie's
room?"

   He let me pass, but turned to look at my bottom.  I made another vain
effort to pull the hem down, but the t-shirt was just way too short.  He
came out to look at me, but eventually, pointed out Namie's room.

   Before long, Michiyo came up to join me.  We could hear my aunt laughing
downstairs, telling my cousin how we'd turned down her offer of undies. 
Michiyo pulled her shirt down, examining the shape of her own nipples,
blushing at the memory of Hideki checking her out.

   "I guess we kind of goofed up," she said wistfully.  I sat down in
Namie's chair, but the feeling of the seat on my bare bottom just made me
all antsy.  I got up, and went over to the dresser, and started rummaging
through, looking for jeans or whatever, so I could cover up.

   My aunt finally came up, and helped me pick out something.  She invited
us to come down, and join them, but I felt too embarrassed, so we just sat
in Namie's room till our clothes dried.  I don't know if my aunt told my
mom what had happened, but my mom didn't said anything to me about it.

   Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta