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 My Sister Norika

   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:
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   At the beginning of April, I had essays and final exams, and then, I
went home to Japan for a couple of months.  I'm back now though, so I
finally have the time to sit down, and bring you up to date on what's been
happening.

   When I left for Japan at the beginning of April, my boyfriend Ryosuke
stayed here in California.  We didn't really do anything exciting before I
left, so there's not much to tell about that.  I missed him, of course. 
The night before I left, he gave me this necklace and locket with a picture
of the two of us in it, so that was kind of nice.

   It was good to go home, and see all my family and friends again.  My
parents were especially happy to see me because this was my first time home
in two years.  The day after I arrived, we phoned up my sister Norika, so I
got a chance to catch up with her.

   In some ways, I guess, the two of us are not all that close, not as
close as some sisters anyway.  She doesn't really talk to me about her
boyfriends much, for instance.  She's two years older than me, and so she
was always the first one to do things.  Still I used to wish that I could
be more like her.  She always seemed so self-confident as if she knows
exactly what she wants to do, and goes out, and does it.  I always used to
be the shy one, more worried about what people would think.  She didn't
seem to care so much about what people thought of her.  I guess that's
selfish in a way, but she does seem happier for it.

   She mentioned that her favorite water park had closed.  I kind of knew
the one she was talking about.  It was like an indoor amusement park with a
beach and water sliders and palm trees and everything.  For some reason, I
got this picture of her parading around in a string bikini, playing in the
waves with her boyfriend, and accidentally letting her top come undone or
whatever.  Of course, she didn't say anything like that, but that was what
I pictured.

   Norika has never been shy about her body.  She used to get changed right
there on the beach.  In Japan, some people do that, and it's not such a big
deal.  I mean I guess if there are guys around they might notice, but it's
not like it is in the States.  One time when we were in Hawaii, she tried
the same thing, but this American woman came over, and said something about
a 'birthday suit.' At first, we didn't know what she was talking about, but
anyway, we ended up going back to the car, and getting changed there.  Dad
told us that 'birthday suit' meant 'naked.' My mom got all worried, and
warned us to be more careful.

   Mom and Norika used to wrangle about her clothes a lot, especially when
we were in Japan.  In American school, you can dress how you like, but in
Japan, in a lot of schools you have to wear a uniform from a designated
tailor.  The school dress code has rules about how long your skirt is
supposed to be, but Norika secretly rebelled, folding her skirt over at the
top, so it was shorter than the required length.  She used to be a rebel
that way.

   The summer I turned 18, dad took us on a trip to the east coast of the
States.  We went to stay with a friend of my dad's, Jack.  He and my dad
had gone to college together.  Jack was a protestant minister, but he was
easy-going and funny, a bit different from your typical preacher.  His
house was pretty big, but there weren't enough bedrooms for all of us, so
for some reason, I got put out in this tent with Jack's son who was also
around 18.

   It was so weird being out in this huge tent with a boy I'd just met.  I
felt so nervous, but he started saying all these silly things till I
couldn't help but laugh.  He went off to get changed into his p.j.'s, and I
quickly changed into mine before he got back.

   As you probably know, boys who are 18 are very curious about girls.  Up
out of the blue, he asked me to pull down my p.j.  bottoms, and show him my
yoohoo.  I was pretty shocked.  I told him no, but then he came over, and
grabbed me, and tried to pull my p.j.'s down.  I pushed him back, but he
was laughing so hard he fell over.  At first, I was a little afraid, but
when I saw him laughing like that, I got angry, and tried to pull his
p.j.'s down, and get a peek at his willy.  I almost had him too, but he got
a hold of my waistband, so I switched to holding it up, and backed away. 
We chased each other around the tent for quite some time.  Eventually, he
got tired of running, and offered a truce.  I never saw him again after
that, although I think my dad might still keep in touch with Jack.

   We also went to visit another one of my dad's friends who lived on an
island off the east coast.  The father was a doctor, and had a son Hans and
a daughter Elsie around the same age as Norika and me.  Now I realize that
they must be German, although I didn't know about such things at the time.
Anyway, Elsie took us out to shed behind the house, and they were just
playing around.  Then suddenly, for no reason that I could see, she took
her clothes off.  Her breasts were quite large, and I guess she was
beautiful, but her naked body seemed kind of obscene to me somehow, and I
was actually quite shocked.  I didn't really understand why she was
stripping, but it was sort of like she was just playing, and didn't really
mean anything by it.  Hans didn't seem to find it that weird.  Eventually,
her mom came, but she just laughed.  Apparently, Elsie had done this kind
of thing before.

   In September, Norika went off to university in Tokyo, but came back at
the end of March after her finals.  My dad had some vacation time too, so
he took the four of us to this hot spring resort in the mountains.  It
turned out to be a really quiet place, just a little inn in this secluded
valley, but the scenery was nice, and we forgot about our troubles for a
while.

   The first day of the trip, we came back from sightseeing pretty early in
the afternoon because my dad was tired, and wanted to take a nap.  My mom
stayed with him, and Norika and I changed into these light cotton
bathrobes, and went off to explore the hot springs.

   We found the ladies' indoor bath, and took a shower to rinse off.  The
bath was nothing special, perhaps a bit bigger than our bath room at home,
but otherwise pretty normal.

   The real attraction was supposed to be the big outdoor bath.  I'd never
been to one of these before, so we went to take a look.  We walked down
this long corridor, and came outside near the road we'd drove in on.  On
the left, there was a solid bamboo fence blocking the view from the road,
but off to the right, there was a beautiful little river valley with trees
overhanging the deck.  There was this kind of mist rising off the top of
the water, so it looked like something out of a postcard.

   It was still quite bright out, and through the mist, we could see there
were three or four men in their twenties sitting in the bath.  As soon as
we got there, they went completely quiet, and were looking this way to see
if Norika and I would take off our robes, and come in.  There were no
change rooms, just some baskets lying on the stone deck near the entrance.

   While these men gazed over hungrily at us, there was this weird tension
in the air.  I guess not a lot of women come down to the bath, while it is
still light out.  Norika and I looked at each other, but being stared at by
a group of strange men was a bit much, so we retreated back to our room.

   We hung around there, but then it was getting near suppertime.  Mom and
dad were still resting, so we went down to the dining hall to have a look.
All the other guests seemed to be there.  Norika suggested that now might
be a good chance to try the outdoor bath, and I eventually agreed.

   We hurried off to the bath, and sure enough it was empty.  Off to the
left over the fence, we could see the men from before walking away down the
road.  They must live nearby, and had stopped by for a quick dip.  I wanted
to wait for them to get out of sight, but Norika started to take off her
robe immediately.  I looked nervously at the men, but they just kept on
walking as Norika undid her bra.  She seemed to be watching them too, as
she took off the bra, and laid it on top of her robe in the basket.  She
slid her fingers inside the waistband of her panties.  She nervously looked
back at the entranceway, but there was no one there.  She looked back at
me.

   "Well, aren't you going to change?"

   I was still worried about the men on the road.  It looked like they
weren't going to turn around, and come back, but from the way they had
looked at us before, you could tell they wanted to see us naked.  I slowly
undid my belt, and let my robe fall open.  I was pretty embarrassed worried
they might see my breasts.

   The men finally moved out of sight round a bend in the road, so Norika
pulled down her panties, and put them with the rest of her clothes.  She
stood there for a moment, smoothing out her pubic hair, and shivering a
little.  It was almost as if she wanted to show someone how far her body
had developed.  Her breasts seemed even larger than I remembered.  She put
her hand between her legs for a moment, and then raised it over her flat
tummy to just tickle the top of her thick black pubic hair.

   My face was getting hot.  To try to stay calm, I took off my robe, but
the cool air on my skin just made it worse.  Norika picked up her towel,
and then slid into the nearest bath.  I clumsily took off my bra and
panties, and turning my back to her, self-consciously looked down at my
naked body.  I quickly picked up my towel, and slid into the bath.

   We just sat there for a while, not saying anything, and eventually I
began to calm down, and enjoy the warmth of the bath and the rustling of
the leaves in the trees.  It was so peaceful and quiet, so different from
the busy life I was leading.  Norika looked happy too.

   Suddenly, we heard voices coming from the entrance.  Before we could get
up, this couple, maybe university age, came in.  The woman had long tousled
black hair, and the guy had this sheepish grin on his face.  As soon as
they noticed us, they straightened up, and then walked way down to the
other end of the bath.  They did not look this way, but instead calmly
stripped, and got into the far bath.

   Norika and I looked at each other not sure what to do.  We both sank
neck deep into the bath, so they would not be able to see our bodies.  I
picked up my towel from the edge of the bath, and wrapped it around me in
the water.  Norika just floated there, not bothering to cover up.  The two
of them sat quietly, looking around at the trees and valley, but did not
look back at us.  Probably they had hoped that no one would be here, since
most everyone was still in the dining room.

   Norika and I stayed for some time, partly because we were too bashful to
get out with them there.  While I was trying to get up the courage to
leave, a funny thing happened.  The girl got up out of the bath, and stood
up straight on the deck.  She didn't have her towel or anything.  She was
just standing there totally naked.  Of course, there was the mist from the
springs, but both Norika and I could see her quite well.

   We just sat there amazed, not quite believing how brave she was being.
She walked over to the edge of the deck, and stood there looking down at
the river below.  I remember being impressed because she had an even better
figure than Norika.  There was something so sexy about the way the water
dripped from her thick pubic hair.  Her whole body had this sheen.  Her
boyfriend was staring at her with obvious delight.  For a moment, I found
myself feeling jealous of her and the attention she was getting.  I wished
I had a boyfriend who would look at me like that.

   Suddenly, she turned toward us, a little nervously, almost as if she was
checking our reaction.  I looked away, but Norika kept staring with her
mouth wide open.

   Eventually, the woman got back into the bath, and then they stood up to
leave.  We watched, as the two of them got dressed.  The woman pulled her
robe on over her naked skin.  She hadn't brought any underwear with her. 
Then they left.

   Norika and I just sat there in silence not knowing quite what to say. 
Norika seemed somewhat in awe of the woman's daring.  I had more mixed
feelings.  I couldn't help feeling that what that woman had done was so
completely wrong.  I didn't understand it well at the time, but I sensed
that she was probably using Norika and me to get her boyfriend more
excited. She was a 'bad girl,' I decided.

   That night, I vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night.  I
looked over, and Norika was not in her futon.  I figured she must have gone
to the washroom, and just went back to sleep.

   The next morning, we saw the couple from the day before in the dining
hall.  The woman was wearing glasses, and had her hair up.  She looked very
shy, like a librarian or something, not at all like the bad girl we'd seen
the day before.  I didn't know quite what to make of the change.  I decided
that this librarian self was just an act she put on, and that the bad girl
was the real her.

   Norika seemed to be thinking of something for most of the next day.  I'm
sure she was wondering about that woman.

   The next few nights, our family came back from our sightseeing a bit
later, so it was already dark when we went to the baths.  There was a bit
of light coming from the inn and the stars, but anyway, I felt a lot safer
than that first day.  Every once in a while, we'd meet people, but they'd
usually sit quite far away.  In any case, I'd become more used to the
situation, and now had the courage to get out of the bath while they
watched as long as I had my towel wrapped around me.

   The second night, I woke up again.  Norika was sitting over by the
window in this little alcove.  It was pretty dark, but I could just make
out her outline against the light from the stars outside.  It may have been
a trick of the light, but I thought I saw her breasts sticking out from
between the sides of her open robe.  The next day, she seemed back to
normal, lecturing me on this and that, talking her usual nonsense.

   I guess it was the morning that we were supposed to leave when I woke up
to find Norika's futon empty again.  I figured that she must have woken up
early to go to the baths, so I gathered up my stuff, and hurried after her.
I had a quick shower in the indoor bath, and then scooted down the hallway
towards the big bath.  When I got there, at first I couldn't see her
anywhere.  There was a towel and robe in one of the baskets, but no sign of
anyone.  I was about to go back, when I heard this cracking noise from down
below.  I walked to the edge of the deck, and there was Norika playing in
the river.  She was totally naked.

   I had a complete bird.  Here it was maybe 7:30 in the morning, and she
was standing stark naked in full view of the rooms at the back of the inn.
If anyone looked out their window, they would notice her for sure.  I
called out to her, and she almost jumped out of her skin.  I guess she
hadn't realized what time it was.

   Quickly, she climbed back up, and I passed her robe to her just in time.
An older couple came in for their bath.  We hurried out of there towards
the dining hall for breakfast.  Norika was singing and dancing around, when
suddenly I figured out why.  She wasn't wearing any underwear underneath
the thin cotton robe.  I became terrified that someone would notice, or
that someone had already seen her running around naked behind the inn, but
fortunately, no one seemed to pay much attention to us.  Norika made me
promise not to tell anyone, and it became our secret.  This is the first
time I've ever told anyone about it.

   Norika went back to university in April, but I'd applied to universities
in the States, so I just got a part time job to save up some money before I
left.  During Golden Week, my dad took us all to this seaside village
called Dogashima in the Izu peninsula, quite a ways from our house.  The
village turned out to be just a few fishing huts and a small old-style
hotel on a beach on a small inlet.  It was beautiful in a way though.  Just
behind the hotel, there were these tree-covered mountains surrounding the
bay on three sides.  The beach was nice too, although there weren't many
people there.

   I brought my school swimsuit, a largish navy blue one-piece tank suit.
Norika had bought a light blue polka dot bikini with these really thin side
ties like string.  I asked her if she wasn't worried that they'd come
undone, but she said they were quite strong.  Neither dad nor mom said
anything about it, although it was much more daring than the suits we'd
seen her in until then.

   Dad brought this big inflatable lifesaver ring for us to play with, but
it took forever to fill it up with air.  We finally got it working, and
then swam out to this floating platform in the bay.  Norika kept looking
back at the beach, but not too many people even came in swimming.  At maybe
four o'clock, a lot of the other people there started packing up to go
home. We swam a bit more, but then took the ring back to the shore.  Mom
wanted to go back inside, so dad said he'd get the front desk to ring her
once we were all packed up.

   Dad and I started getting things ready, but Norika went off somewhere to
get changed.  When she came back, she was wearing this white t-shirt.  Her
legs were bare, and she was walking really slowly.  Instead of coming right
back to where dad and I were, she just kind of stayed in the shadow of the
hotel looking up and down the beach.  Most people had already gone in, but
there were a few people walking around here and there.

   Dad and I pulled the cap off the spout on the inflatable ring to let the
air out, but the hole was so small it took a long time for the air to seep
out.  Dad kneeled down on it, and motioned for me to do the same.  Norika
finally came out of the shade, and slowly walked towards us.  I noticed
that she had her fingers spread out across the hem of the t-shirt at the
front, and was pushing it down.  Dad said to her,

   "Here Norika, can you help your sister do this?  I'll start taking the
chairs and stuff to the car."

   Norika nodded, but didn't move.  Dad folded up our lawn chairs, and
started walking towards the car.  Only when he had rounded the corner of
the hotel did Norika step forward.  I looked up at her.  She kept looking
around nervously.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "Nothing," she replied, but I could tell something was up.

   "Here, can you just hold down that part?" I said pointing to the other
side of the ring I was squishing down on.  She put one hand between her
legs to push the t-shirt down, moved the other hand around to the back, and
carefully squatted down.  I suddenly realized why she was acting so
strange. She must not have anything on under her t-shirt.

   She brought out her hand from behind her back, used it to steady herself
on the ring, and then kneeled down onto it.  She began gently bouncing up
and down on the tube.  She put one hand on the tube to steady herself, and
buried the other deep between her legs pulling the t-shirt down with it. 
When she bounced, her t-shirt billowed up at the back.  She lifted her hand
off the ring, but then apparently decided to leave the t-shirt alone.  In
fact, she sat up straight until I could see the crack of her bottom.  She
nervously peered over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching.  Her
cheeks had turned bright red, and she had this fearful look in her eyes.

   We finally got all of the air out of the ring.  I stood up, and brushed
myself off, while Norika just kneeled there for a moment.  I took a quick
step to the side, and sure enough I could see her bare backside peeking out
from under the t-shirt.  She quickly pulled down the hem to cover it.

   I looked up at the hotel behind us wondering if anyone had been
watching. At first, it looked safe, but then I spotted someone in one of
the second floor rooms.  He backed away from the window when our eyes met,
but I was sure he had been watching.  It even looked like he had a camera
in his hand.

   Norika had trouble standing up while holding on to her t-shirt like
that, so she let go, letting the hem hang free.  She brushed her hands
together to get off the sand.  The t-shirt swayed in the breeze, coming
dangerously close to revealing her pudgy behind again.  Norika looked over
at me, perhaps realizing that I had noticed her secret.

   To tell you the truth, I felt confused, perhaps a bit angry even.  I
couldn't believe my own sister would do such a silly thing as walk around
outside with no underwear on.  It served her right if that guy had got some
pictures of her.  I decided to ignore her, and picked up one of the towels
we had been sitting on to shake it off.

   Norika just sort of stood there looking around to see if there was
anyone nearby.  There wasn't, so she raised her hands above her head to
stretch.  Her t-shirt rose, revealing her pussy to the sunlight.  I
shielded my eyes from the bright sun, but I could just make out the outline
of the man returning to the window.  Worried, I said,

   "Here, we'd better go.  Dad is waiting."

   Unfortunately, she bent over to pick up the ring and her bag and towel.
Both this guy and I could see her round spankable bottom and her pussy lips
peeking out from in-between.  You could even hear his camera clicking away.
As she straightened up, she giggled, and shyly pulled the t-shirt back down
over her behind.

   We finished packing up all our stuff, and started heading back towards
the car.  I was wondering if I should tell her about the guy, but she
noticed him herself.  He was standing right there framed in the window
staring down at us.  Sure enough, he had a camera with a long zoom lens.

   Norika looked down, annoyed maybe.  She kept on walking, but her cheeks
were turning redder and redder.  She kept trodding forward, staring blankly
down at the sand.  She looked so sad and fragile, not like Norika at all. I
wondered if she was going to cry.

   Once we had got round the edge of the hotel and into the parking lot,
her mood lightened again.  I guess she had decided to accept what had
happened.  It was her fault, after all.

   While dad was putting the stuff in the trunk, Norika walked around to
the side, took some jean cut-offs out of her bag, and pulled them on.  I
was glad she didn't go to supper like that.  I can just imagine the looks
she would have got in the restaurant if she walked in wearing just a
t-shirt.

   The next day, we left early to go sightseeing.  We never saw that guy
again.  I wonder what he must have thought.

   There are still a couple more things I want to tell you about Norika,
but I guess I'd better stop here for now.

   Emi Tsuruta
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