My Sister Comes to Visit
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to know more about me and my friends and what we've been doing, please drop by my home page at:
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That summer, just when I thought things might calm down for a change, my older sister Norika arrived from Japan to stay with me.  I'd kind of invited my whole family to come, but my dad couldn't get time off, and my mom didn't want to leave him alone, so Norika ended up coming alone.  The day of her flight, I took the train up to Los Angeles to meet her at the airport.  She was all dressed up in a short flowery sun dress and sunglasses, obviously in a real holiday mood.  We came back to my house, and I introduced her to my host mom, Loretta and her kids, Brandon and Jennifer.  Loretta was warm and welcoming, but Norika was all tired out from the flight, so I took her up to my room, and laid out a futon for her on my floor.  She had a quick shower, came back wrapped in a towel, and fell fast asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow.  Norika used to tease me a lot when we were growing up, but still I was glad to have her here, so I could show her a bit of my new life in the States.

The next morning, Loretta made us some pancakes while we showered, and got dressed.  She and the kids were asking Norika all kinds of questions.  Norika's English was pretty good, better than I remember, but I guess she had been going out with her British boyfriend Evan for quite some time.  Loretta took the kids off to camp on her way to work, and I had to go to work too at my summer job.  For the first day, Norika said she was just wanted to stay around the house, and take it easy.

"That's a nice backyard.  Maybe I'll work on my tan," she told me.  I gave her a spare key, and headed off to work.

That night when I came back, I could tell right away that something was up.  Brandon looked over at me with this silly grin on his face, and kept giggling.

"What?  What happened?" I asked, but he wouldn't tell me.  I went up to my room, and found Norika lying out on her futon reading a guidebook.

"How was your day?" I asked cautiously, still wondering what happened.

"Fine.  Have you been to the Japanese garden here?"

"Yeah, it's on campus, near the anthro building.  What did you do all day?"

"Oh nothing.  What else is there to do here?  How far is San Diego?"

"It's not that far.  What's Brandon giggling about?"

"I don't know.  Maybe he's a happy guy.  How far is it to L.A.?"

"Norika!  I want you to tell me what's going on.  What were you doing today?"

"Nothing.  I told you.  I was just sunbathing in the backyard."

I glared at her sternly.  My mind flashed back to the time years ago, when I'd caught her out sunbathing naked in our yard at home in Kamakura.

"What were you wearing?" I pressed.

"Oh I don't know.  It was so hot out and everything.  I couldn't find your swimsuits.  Where do you keep them by the way?"

"Norika!  You didn't!"

"Oh, it was nothing I swear.  He only saw me for a second.  I didn't realize he'd be home so early."

I sat down at my desk chair, shocked that she would have the nerve to sunbathe naked in our backyard.

"Oh, don't make such a big deal.  So he saw me naked.  It's not like it's the end of the world or anything."

I just stared at her unable to believe she would do such a thing.  I knew I really shouldn't be complaining.  I'd done a lot of silly things too.  Still, I'd always tried to be careful here at Loretta's.  I didn't want news getting back to my parents.  They're kind of strict, and really wouldn't understand.  Now Brandon would know the times that he caught me naked it wasn't just coincidence.

"Anyway, don't do that here.  Please!  I don't think Loretta would understand."

"Oh c'mon, Emi.  Don't be such a sourpuss.  I'm here on vacation.  I want to have fun.  What do you want me to do?"

I looked over at her a bit more sympathetically.  I guess I could understand how she felt.  She was away from home.  She wanted to kick back, relax, do things she couldn't do in Japan.

"There's a nude beach in town," I noted cautiously.

"Really?  Wow!  That's great.  Let's go!"

"Norika!  It's not that simple.  There are some weird guys there."

"So you've been, have you?  Did you get naked?"

"Keep your voice down."

She was getting all excited now.  I wasn't really sure if I wanted to go with her.  I'd seen her do some pretty crazy things on the beach in Japan.  I was worried if we got there I wouldn't be able to calm her down.

"Oh please, please, pretty please.  I promise I'll be good."

"Well, I'll think about it.  I'm off on Saturday.  Maybe we could go then."

"Oh thank you.  Thank you.  You're the best sister."  She got up, and gave me a hug.  I was still worried about what I was getting myself in for, but anyway, hopefully this would get her to be more careful around the house.

That evening, my host mom's boyfriend, Hank came over to join us for supper.  I was a little bit nervous about this.  Loretta was older, but Hank was closer to our age, fit, handsome.  I'd had a little late night run-in with him myself.  Nothing happened really, but I guess I came home a little tipsy, and took my teasing a bit far.  There'd been this tension between us ever since.  Norika looked him up and down, and I could tell she thought he was handsome too.  At supper, we chatted back and forth about life in Oceanview and back home in Japan.  Brandon was asking Norika all these questions, but Hank stayed pretty quiet most of the night.  I was relieved though when he finally went home.

As it got near bedtime, I let Norika have a shower first, and then I had one.  When I came back, she was still lounging around in her towel.

"Where are your pajamas?" I asked.

"I guess I must have forgotten them at home."

"Here.  I'll lend you some."  I got out the most conservative pair I had, boy style with long sleeves, and threw them at her.  She didn't look too impressed, but she did say,

"Thanks," and put them on.

The next few days went by pretty peacefully.  Norika went out shopping, exploring Oceanview's sights.  She dressed for summer, but she wasn't wearing anything more outrageous than what the local American girls wear.

Saturday finally rolled around, and we got ready to head to the beach.  I dug out this big hat and sunglasses, trying I guess to disguise myself in case we bumped into anyone I knew.  Norika was all excited though.  This was her first time ever to go to a nude beach.

We took the bus to campus, and then headed down the hillside through the trees to the beach.  It was absolutely packed, the busiest I'd ever seen it.  There were more women than usual, and almost everyone seemed to be naked for a change.  I gazed around, but as far as I could tell, there wasn't anyone there I knew from on campus.  There were quite a few guys checking us out though, so I dragged Norika down to the far end where there weren't so many people.  We set down our stuff, and she looked up at me expectantly.

"So how does this work?  Are there change rooms or anything?"

I looked at her, and laughed.

"No, there are no change rooms.  This isn't even an official nude beach.  The only reason they have one here is because the police never come down this way."

She looked at me wide-eyed, struck perhaps by how naughty the whole thing seemed.

"They should have these in Japan."

"They do," I let slip, immediately regretting it.  She shot me a look.

"What?  Are you some kind of nudist now?" she asked, more than a little surprised.

"No, no," I assured her.  "I just read about it somewhere."

She looked at me with a knowing grin, sure that I knew more than I was letting on.

"You knew this beach was here when you decided to come to Oceanview!" she blurted out.  I wanted to deny it, but it was true.  They do sort of mention in the guidebooks that Oceanview has a nude beach, and I must admit I was curious even then, back when I was in high school deciding where to go to study.  I'd certainly never told Norika that though.  I'd always tried to be the good girl at home.

"Anyway, you wanted to see the nude beach, and here it is," I went on, trying to change the subject.  I got a towel out of my bag, spread it out on the sand, and sat down.  "This is only my fourth time here," I reassured her, trying to get her to calm down.

"You've been here four times!" she exclaimed getting a real kick out of teasing me.

"The first two, there was hardly anyone here."

Norika finally got out her own towel, and sat down, looking around in wide-eyed wonder at all the naked people.  We just sat there for a long while staring out at the ocean and over at the beach.  Norika definitely seemed nervous about getting undressed, and I can't say I blame her.  Even though I'd been here before, it did seem a bit daunting with all these naked guys wandering around just a bit further back.  I glanced over at her, and smiled.  She looked at me a bit defensively, obviously unsure.

"Mom and dad would freak if they knew we were here," she giggled.

"Yeah," I laughed.  I began to suspect she didn't have enough nerve to go through with it, so I stretched out, and relaxed.

"Hey!  Hey!" she protested.  "Is that it?"

"I'll get undressed if you will," I offered calmly.  Actually, I wasn't that afraid of getting naked.  Almost everyone on the beach was naked.  Still, I didn't want her to think I was used to this.  It should be a big deal.  That was half the fun.

"This is kind of embarrassing," she said pulling her dress off over her head revealing her matching floral lingerie.  She looked good.  Somehow I'd always suspected that she and Evan didn't fool around that much, but maybe I was wrong.  I unbuttoned my jeans, and looked around.  Some guys sitting not too far away had perked right up as soon as Norika took off her dress.  I could tell she was nervous, but ever so slowly, she undid the hook on her bra.

"Anyway, as long as we're here, we might as well go for it," she smiled, still blinking a bit nervously.  I pulled off my jeans, but peered over at the guys wishing they wouldn't stare so much.  They finally lay back down, so Norika and I quickly peeled off our remaining clothes, and lay face down.  I pulled my sun block out of my bag, and started rubbing it on Norika's back.  She's a bit stockier than I am, but she has a good body.  As I rubbed the sun block into her big round bottom, she started making goo-goo eyes over at the American guys sitting near us.

"Hey, cut that out!" I warned her.  It was too late though.  They got up, and came over, not even bothering to hide their equipment.

"Hey, what are you girls up to?"

I was never very good at fending off pick up artists, and the fact that all four of us were naked made it all the harder.  I closed my legs, but the guy on the left was making no bones about staring at my bare behind.  Norika looked over her shoulder at them, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"We just came down to check out the beach," she smiled.  I swatted at Norika warning her not to encourage them.

"You want to play some beach volleyball or something?"

"No, thanks," I told them, frowning.  "We just wanted to work on our tans in peace."

"Fair enough.  If you change your mind, though, we'll be right over there."

After they'd walked away, Norika was all smiles and giggles.

"Why'd you chase them off?  They were kind of cute."

"You already have a boyfriend."

"I didn't say I was going to do anything.  There's no harm in talk you know."

I really don't know what had gotten into Norika.  Ever since she started dating Evan she'd been dressing more conservatively, and I'd thought she'd settled down.

"Things aren't going well with Evan?" I asked.

"Things are going fine.  I just want to have a little fun this trip; that's all."

We stayed on the beach for quite a while that day.  We eventually turned over lying face up, and this brought even more predators who I had to chase off.  Eventually, I just went in swimming.  Every once in a while, other guys would come by, and try to pick Norika up, but soon they'd wander away.  I'm pretty sure she was just having fun teasing them, and didn't really intend to take it any further.  I was relieved in a way.  I mean I didn't know Evan very well, but I still didn't think she should fool around on him behind his back.

After a while, the wind picked up.  It was getting late, so we got back dressed, and headed home.  Hank was sitting there in the living room.

"Where were you two lovely ladies today?" he grinned.

"At the beach.  Where's Loretta?"

"She's upstairs getting ready," he replied.  "I'm taking her out to dinner.  The kids have already eaten, and have run off somewhere"

"What do you want for supper?" I asked Norika.  We ended up ordering in Chinese ramen noodles.  While we were waiting, Norika and I went upstairs to shower off.  Loretta was getting all dressed up in this fancy nightgown, and was obviously looking forward to her night out.  Norika went into my room, and stripped out of her clothes.  She was obviously still in a giddy mood from our trip to the beach.  She streaked across to the bathroom in the buff, carrying her towel in her hand.  I sat in the bathroom with her, chatting while she showered.  When she was done, I stripped down, and was just about to get in when the doorbell rang.  It had to be the ramen guy.

"I'll get it," she chimed, clumsily trying to wrap her towel around her.  I immediately tensed worried about what she might do, but before I could stop her, she'd run across the hall to fetch her purse.  I scrambled to find a towel, and wrap it around me, but she was half way down the stairs by the time I made it out to the hall.

Luckily, Loretta was still in her room, but I knew that Hank was probably still sitting in the living room right by the front door.  Perhaps she hadn't done it completely on purpose, but Norika's towel had come undone, falling open at the back, revealing her curvy behind.  To make matters worse, when she went to open the door, she planted her legs far apart, and leaned forward, exposing her still wet pussy hair.  I hurried down the steps, and sure enough Hank was right there staring over at her in open-mouthed shock.  I'd been hoping to catch her, cover her up, but it was too late.  I gazed over at Hank, nervously clutching my own towel, trying at least to keep my own body covered up.

The delivery guy handed Norika the first bowl of ramen.  She took it from him, and turned to set it down on the step, flashing him her bare bottom in the process.  When she turned back to him, he said something I didn't quite catch, but she just giggled nervously.  Her towel was floating all over the place as she took the second bowl of ramen from him, and I wouldn't be surprised if he caught a glimpse of her pussy.  She paid him, and he grinned, nodding his appreciation before heading out.

Hank glanced over at me in obvious delight at seeing my sister naked.  I apologized, but Norika just calmly came back up the stairs a bowl of ramen in each hand.  She'd pinned the towel to her sides with each arm, but it looked like it could fall at any moment, so I took one bowl from her, and hurried back to my room.  Loretta's door was open, but she seemed to be concentrating on her own make-up, so I don't think she noticed.  As soon as I got the door closed, I swatted Norika for being so naughty.

"What?" she grinned.  She was just giggling away like it was the funniest thing in the world.  For some reason, it all seemed less serious when she did it, and obviously Hank and the delivery guy were more pleased than shocked.  I pulled on a t-shirt and shorts, and Norika put on the pajama top I'd lent her, but refused to wear the bottoms.

"You be good now, you hear?" I warned, but she just laughed.  I went out to see Loretta and Hank off, and Norika came out to the top of the stairs.  Hank peered up at her his eyes sparkling.  I'd seen that look before the night I'd flirted with him in the living room.  Anyway, I was relieved when they finally left.  Now that we were alone, we brought the ramen down to the living room, and switched on the TV.

"I don't know how you can do those things," I complained, pretending to be indignant.  I couldn't criticize her too much because I'd gone pretty far teasing Hank that one night.  I'd seen her do the same kind of thing in Japan, and I guess I'd picked it up from her.

"Don't make such a big deal.  He loved it I'm sure."

It was hard not to admire her confidence.  I'd always looked up to her, even though I wished she'd be more careful about who she teased.  At least she hadn't done it to my boyfriend Ryosuke.  I guess she knew how much he meant to me.

Not long after, Jennifer came home, and headed up to her room, and soon Brandon got back too.  I glanced over nervously at Norika's hips hoping he wouldn't notice.  The pajama top hung down in two tails at the back and front, but you see her whole bare hip from the side.  At age 17 or so, Brandon never missed these things.  He came in, and sat down glancing over at Norika's hips whenever he thought we weren't looking.  A commercial came on, and Norika got up, and turned to me, asking,

"Do you have anything to drink?"

My heart almost skipped a beat, as Brandon sat there, his eyes glued to her rear.  I guess he could tell she didn't have on any undies, but from his expression I guessed he still couldn't see much else.  I tugged at Norika's sleeve urging her to sit back down, but she just ignored me, and headed into the kitchen.  Brandon, ever the gentleman, followed her in to help, or more likely to get a better look at her.  Worried about what she might do, I ran after them.  Brandon had opened the fridge, and was listing off the drinks we have.  Before I could stop her though, Norika reached up, and opened one of the cupboards.

"Where do you keep the glasses?" she asked innocently, all the while flashing us her bare bottom.  She tilted this way, teasing Brandon, by threatening to show him her pussy too.  His eyes had glazed over captivated by the brazen beauty of her naked torso.  She finally reached a hand around behind to hide her bottom.

"Oh sorry.  I forgot I wasn't wearing any panties," she giggled blushing.  I was so angry at her in a way for teasing Brandon like this, but I was also fascinated at how skillful she was at teasing him and feigning embarrassment.  I realized all the more how much I had learned from watching her do these kinds of things.  Even so, annoyed that she was doing it here on my home ground, I walked over, and pushed her out the door back into the dining room.

"Here, you go get dressed, and we'll pour you a drink."

She pouted a bit, but finally ran off upstairs to pull her pajama bottoms back on.

Just a few days later, she was gone, back to Japan to her job and life.  It had been a harrowing week in some ways, but I have to admit I did miss her.  Since that visit, we've kept in closer touch.

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