My brain scanned the image it had just ducked away from. They were standing under a field lamp that cast an amber hue over them. Half of them were s...oking. Half were standing with their hands on their hips with one leg straight and the other in that bent-knee-with-outward-toes configuration---you know--- like teenage girls get when they’re mad or jealous. I know the honey-haired one in the middle had seen me. Our eyes had locked for a millionth of a second before I ducked back. But. After one minute her jaw has a little tremble. After two minutes her hands are constantly making small aborted motions to hug herself against the cold. She rocks forward trying to make the spray go over her head and run down her back. I tell her to sit back on her heels. The look she gives me is one of pure desperation. This is discomfort without eroticism. It is not enjoyable. She wants it to stop.I move to the shower and she is briefly hopeful, but I only put the plug in the tub so that it. Jump into the story.I just wrote my SSC exams. I know a girl who is related to me as my aunt’s(atta) daughter and she is 4 years older than me. I used to visit my aunt’s home every time during vacations. One day she looked so beautiful. she had perfect boobs to feed and a big butt with a curvy waist. Attractively, she had a deep navel.That day while cleaning the place where we ate,I saw her huge cleavage with milky white breasts bounding them on the sides. The pink bra she wore seemed to be not. ‘I’m glad you said that, but don’t you think it should be more than an arrangement?’ My heart started thudding in my chest. This was getting serious. ‘I was thinking more of a partnership.’ She sat up, and her hand migrated to my leg. The covers fell away, and she looked magnificent. At that moment I would have willingly agreed to anything she said. She put her hand on my manhood, which, true to form, was starting to get twitchy. ‘No, not right now.’ She smiled. ‘Perhaps later, though.’ Then a.