.. emerging from it. Somehow, that tiny bottle of inkheld a humongous black mound. Whatever it was, it was big, black andgooey. There was no other pos...ible comparison then that of black ink.It was floating in midair, hovering in the middle of the room andslowly rippling, giving the impression that it was alive.Freaked out beyond reason, I noticed it was stretching the top ofitself slightly in my direction, was it looking at me? This was toomuch, I decided my best bet was to run away and get the. He kind of figured it out by watching. He was confused about our names, though.”“Yeah, I suppose he would be.”Lara and I were born Lara Jackson and Matt Birch, taking our mother’s respective family names. After our father died, our mothers combined our last names to Jackson-Birch. They wanted us to have the same last name, as siblings, to strengthen our family bond.“Speaking of...” said Julie, pointing toward the shore.James was walking down the sand. He tossed his towel near ours and waded in.. Then I went to the kitchen door to find it open but a pant and a shirt was in the kitchen. I caught her and she confessed everything to me, that it was Chandran uncle, I knew he was somewhere around as he was not dressed, I told her if I shouldn’t tell anyone about this thing she should let me see her having sex with Chandran uncle which she initially refused and I told her to call Chandran uncle any way in. She called him and when he got in I could see his hairy body and I asked told him if I. We were both quickly finding out that just having time with each other in his parents' home and in his bedroom wasn't getting it for us.Bill and I went out on Friday evening and then we went back to his mom and dad's and soon enough we were making our excuses and heading for his bedroom. One thing both Bill and I knew was that the hotness of having sex with each other made us both want to moan and carry on but we knew we couldn't do that with his folks just down the hallway. After I'd given.