In the pool everyone played a light hearted game of Keep-Away with a large inflated pool ball. The object was to keep the ball over your head or throw... it to another member of your team while the other team tried to knock it from your grasp by any means possible. Splashing, tickling, pushing, tackling, pretty much anything was fair game.It was girls against the boys and it didn't take long for things to get out of hand. Evan held the ball over his head, his height and strength an asset in the. She couldn’t believe that she had completely blocked this incident from her memory for a full 3 years. But now she was running it back in her head with vivid clarity. It happened on a weekend when Aunt Becky was out of town, and no one was left in the house except herself and her Uncle Jesse (or so she thought). She rose up the stairs to his room in the attic to ask him to drive her to the mall, when she heard some quiet moaning and grunting that seemed like they were being made by 2 separate. At half past midnight I was sitting there alone. No drama, since I actually never was a big fan of parties. I cleaned up a little bit and - since I wanted to spend the night anyway, just actually not alone - I grabbed a still almost full bottle of tequila, sat down in a lawn chair and enjoyed the quietness of the summer night.It was maybe around an hour and a quarter bottle later when I heard a car. As mentioned it was pretty far out of town and especially at night you could hear approaching. She broke the kiss and sat up, grabbing her nightshirt by the hem and lifting it over her head. Her breasts were clad in moonlight, and her nipples stood at attention. They were lighter than most that I’d seen, but I do not profess myself an expert judge of nipple color. She lay back down on top of me, and I diverted my left hand to stroking and playing with them, as my right was still on her butt. This kiss was more energetic than the last, and our bodies started to move together as our.