Rainy day during lock-down
Posted by Lucy on May 22, 2020 at 14:57:36
I live with my boyfriend Mark in a small isolated cottage with lovely countryside and woods around the cottage and its small garden. Mark and I both work for a firm of accountants and have been working from home since lock-down was declared. We are both in our mid-twenties. We currently have Mark's younger brother, John, staying with us as his university have sent all the students home and his student accommodation landlord kicked the students out. Mark's parents divorced some ten years ago and his mother remarried a few years later whilst Mark was starting university and John was still at boarding school. Neither of them had contact with their dad, so John had nowhere to go apart from us and he is a great chap to have around; funny, always laughing and a great cook, which I am not.
The day started off quite sunny but within an hour or so there were scattered clouds appearing. Mark and John had decided to wash the cars as they had not been cleaned, or indeed used except for a couple of trips to the local supermarket about six miles away. Boys being boys (even at 25 and 20) they had started off by being sensible and then someone had started splashing the other until things developed into a full scale water fight using the hose as well as buckets of water being thrown around. It didn't take long for both of them to end up soaked to the skin. Mark's dark blue jeans and yellow tee-shirt gleamed wetly and stuck to him as he moved around. John's pale blue skinny fit jeans didn't leave much to the imagination when dry, but when soaking wet, along with his white tee-shirt now almost completely transparent and stuck to his torso, it was obvious from the bulge in his crotch that he was enjoying being soaked, and I have to admit I was enjoying watching them as I did the washing up at the kitchen window.
There was a lot of laughing and some mild swearing as they both got each other wetter and wetter as they washed the cars. Eventually they were done and Mark came to the door to ask me to move the cars off the front lawn where they had moved them to do the washing. I dried my hands and went outside. Having moved both cars back to the car ports at the side of the cottage, the boys were still getting each other wet as they cleared away the sponges and leathers. As it was still sunny I suggested I would make coffees and bring them out so we could sit in the sun as they dried off. When I came back they were both lying on their backs in the sun on the dry part of the lawn watching the clouds move across the sky. I sat down next to Mark and he propped himself up on his elbow to take a mug for John who was on his other side. John murmured his thanks and continued to lay on his back. I watched as he breathed and his chest rose and fell gently, he is a regular gym-goer in normal times and has well muscled shoulders, arms, chest and a very decent six-pack, all of which his wet tee-shirt showed off nicely as he lay in the sun. Laying down also seemed to accentuate the bulge of his boner in his wet jeans, and I couldn't help but watch him as he lay there. Mark sipped his coffee and lay back on the grass again.
"What are looking at so intently?" Mark suddenly asked.
"You really want to know?" I laughed.
"Yes - don't you want to tell me?" Mark replied
"OK, I was just admiring your little brother's rather impressive physique, as it happens, and thinking how good you'd look with a body like his." I said.
"That ain't ever going to happen; is it Mark?" John said "He's too lazy to go the gym regularly - and he got fat with too many business lunches........" he laughed as he gently poked his brother in the ribs.
"OW! Yes, he is disgustingly fit, isn't he? Too much time on his hands at uni. Remind me what were those first test results you got back? Oh yes, I remember, two grade Ds and one C........"
"That's a bit below the belt, mate. Who's side are you on?" John replied.
"Talking about below the belt, shouldn't you go and do something about that stonking great boner that's all too clearly showing in those tight jeans." Mark asked.
"I don't want to spoil Lucy's fun - must be a treat if all she usually has to look at is you........." John replied as he laughed and closed his eyes.
Mark put a finger to his lips to indicate I keep quiet and then got up and got a bucket of cold water before returning and pouring it all over John, freshly drenching him.
"Thanks for that I was feeling a bit warm." John laughed "That doesn't help my boner go away, you know." as he jumped up and chased Mark around the lawn.
The outcome was as expected, they were both freshly soaked as was I. They ended up wrestling on the lawn after I had got caught in the cross-fire of buckets of water and the hose turned full on. And that's OK as far as I am concerned, I quite enjoy getting drenched in my clothes if I am wearing the right ones; i.e. jeans and a blouse. I have always loved getting wet in my clothes and that liking is one of the many reasons that Mark and I got together. A mutual friend organised a Flash Mob gathering where everyone was invited to gather in the town square with a bucket and use the central fountain to get as many people wet as possible within ten minutes. I poured a bucket over Mark and he did the same to me. Result: sparks and romance.
It was as the chase ended with both the boys breathless and soaked that the rain started. The dark clouds appeared from behind the house, which was why we didn't see them coming, and it was ferocious coming down like stair-rods, bouncing off the ground and getting us all freshly soaked again. All bit exhausted with the running around, we laid on the ground in the puddle that had formed in the middle of the lawn and enjoyed the sensation of getting wet in the rain.
John was newly endowed with a giant boner tenting out his tight jeans; well, as far as the tight denim allowed. Mark was also pretty aroused and I was feeling quite excited with my tits feeling pretty much out there.
As we lay on the ground with the rain pounding down I asked Mark if he fancied "a bit of a hand with that boner", to which he said "yes, please". Whereupon John also said "If you can cope with two at any one time that would be fun."
"What did you just say, brother?" Mark exploded.
"If Lucy can't then perhaps you could oblige me, bro? It is only through wet jeans after all, not with skin contact." John replied.
So we swapped places with me inbetween the two boys using a hand on each of them as they played with my boobs. That was fun.
One thing led to another and by the end of the day the three of us were in the same bed and enjoying all sorts of fun together. I have never had two guys doing that sort of thing to me at the same time, never mind two brothers. John proved to be surprising adept at pleasuring both a guy and a woman; what the hell do they teach young guys at university these days?
- Re: Rainy day during lock-down - Wow Felix 13:24:54 5/28/2020
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