I decided to linger a little longer on the treadmill, feigning a warm-down routine, but watching them discreetly as they worked through their sets. On...e of them noticed my gaze before I managed to glance away, and then caught my eye again not long after. I thought I’d better not press my luck, so I turned off the machine and walked toward the pool deck. As I did I could see them watching me in one of the mirrored walls as I opened the glass doors.I stripped down to my swim trunks and showered. Fatima uth na jaye ye soch kar Maine door khola. Door per Umraan tha. Maine pucha “kya hua etni raat ko?”Usnai room k andar jhaka or dekha Fatima so rhi h or mujhe bahar kheech lia or door ko slightly close kar dia. Humare room k just samne wala room uska tha…he took me in his room.Maine dobara pucha Kya hua h per fir usnai piche se gate lock kar dia. Gusse mai usnai mujhe dekha toh main darr gai. Vo mere close aaya or mujhe wall ki side push kia. Or bola ki “meri kya problem h…kuch bol kyu nhi. We have plenty of room." The look Tom gave me told me he didn't like that idea but when his mother started gushing how great that was, I knew he had no other option but to agree.It all started out like a normal dinner night with my uncle Tom and my aunt Pricilla, or Prissy as she liked to remind me. Per usual the awkwardness began when she gave me one of her “famous” tight hugs. The feeling of her body pressed against mine made me feel awkward because, sometimes, I would get aroused by them.. "That bag over there has our tennis shorts. You grab the balls andrackets. We change at the courts," she observed.Once at the courts they headed toward the lockerrooms. It being autumn,they had the courts to themselves. Pierre entered the men's lockerroomand Kirsty followed him. He gave her a curious glance, which she answeredwith a look that said, "What?" Oh nothing," he answered.They walked up to a pair of lockers and began undressing. Kirsty strippeddown to her Jockey Y-Fronts and Pierre did.