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s****rs Wet April Fools

... just glad she wasn't! I've always loved a good pair of tits or even just a nice deep cleavage -- I don't mind which; just anything to do with boobs and I get all excited! I used to dream about those tits; I'd wake up all hard and sticky in the night, wondering if it had been real or just in my mind. But it was always in my mind; because Julie's my s****r or else I'd have been in there like a ferret! Well, that used to be the case but things have changed a bit and I'll tell you how in a minute..... Oh yes, I also love the way she seems to always wear nice tight blouses and tops that accentuate her mounds of pleasure. Mind you, I guess she doesn't do that by accident! She's got a lovely bum too and slim legs as well -- not to mention her cute elfin face. She too is blonde but while mine are blue, hers are green -- and simply gorgeous! And I'm delighted to say that I now know a lot more about her interesting bits than I ever did before....but hey, I'm getting ahead of myself here. It wasn't her tits or my cock that started things off -- it was April Fool's Day last year. Julie had got the ball rolling by sending me a birthday card for my twentieth which happens to fall on Valentine's Day, of all days; yeah, she posted it to me so I didn't know who sent it. A birthday card filled with explosive glitter that shot everywhere. I was so glad I'd opened it in my bedroom rather than downstairs -- I'd have had to clean up every last single sparkly bit if I'd opened it in the lounge -- ...

... in my bedroom at least I didn't have to be quite so picky. There was this little sound of air expanding quickly and then an explosion of colour and the damn stuff got everywhere. The thing that did really piss me off was that I was sitting on my bed in the nude when I opened it and the glitter liberally coated most of my lower body; especially my cock and my balls and my pubes and even after I showered, I found that bits appeared from here and there. And no, I really didn't know it was from her, not until her silly giggling told me, that is......after I'd opened it and come downstairs. Even a week later there were still a few bits stuck in strange places.....so I determined to get my own back..... April Fool's Day seemed appropriate -- a really good excuse to be allowed to do something silly and yet not get accused of being a complete idiot. On that day, such pranks might be expected and so I got planning. I didn't take a whole lot of planning though -- just the acquisition of a plastic bucket.....yeah, you've got the idea. A bucket with no hard or sharp bits, firm enough to fill with water; soft enough not to hurt if it fell on her and big enough to hold a fair quantity of water. An old trick, perhaps fallen into disuse but if so then the amusement aspect would be that much greater, I hoped. Down at the garden shed I checked out the mechanics of placing it on top of a door; of the bucket's trajectory and of the spread of its contents until I'd got it all sorted out to ensure ...