Night Games (Inc, Bro / Sis) Several years ago, when I was about 17, I was asked to sit for Jonson's two boys on their anniversary night. I had sat for Peter and Mike, who were 11 and 10 respectively before. Two boys preferred me over other teenagers in the neighborhood because they thought that I was cool since I joined them to play video games etc. Jonson's lived four houses down the cul-de-sac and were always generous when it came to paying, which naturally motivated me to oblige when they asked me to sit for their boys. I also didn't mind spending time with two boys, since they were old enough to take care of themselves, therefore making my job very easy. When I got to Johnson's Peter came running to me asking if I would let them play night games. Night games were played by boys and girls in the neighborhood on some weekends, especially in the autumn. The game is nothing more than hide and seeks in outdoors. Players normally agree to boundaries first, normally several lots on one side of the street, sometimes both sides, depending on the players ages. Weeks before the Halloween and several weeks after, night games become popular with kids in the neighborhood since they got more chances to wear their favorite costume's to play the game. "Can we please?" Mike and Peter begged asking my permission to play. Mrs. Johnson walked into the living-room behind them, greeted me and said that they were ok with Peter and Mike playing, as long as I played with them. Boys were overjoyed when I agreed to play. Although Peter and Mike listened and behaved when I sat for them, as other siblings they had their share of arguments and fights when they are together. So, I thought getting them out of the house for a while could make my task easier. Besides the neighborhood rule was to have at least two older boys or girls in each team to look after younger kids when they played night games. After giving me instructions include getting Peter and Mike inside by 10.00 to shower, Jonson's left the house leaving the large pizza that they ordered for us in the kitchen to us to finish. Boys had their share of pizza, got into their Halloween costumes. Since it was a nippy overcast night, both Peter and Mile wore sweatshirts under their costumes before we ran up the street to Segar’s place where the players were supposed to meet at 7.00 pm. As usual, Segar’s place is where most adults in the neighborhood got together on Saturday nights. They enjoyed entertaining and they often had bonfire in their driveway, where adults sat around to chat while they emptied their beer cans. Their garage was used as the jail to detained kids who were caught by seekers. Having adults around the fire by their garage made it safe for imprisoned kids. Within minutes nearly two dozen boys and girls gathered in Segar’s garage. Some were as young as 6 or 7 and oldest were probably in their early teens. Our first task was to find two responsible older pair to be team leads, but only three including me, Natasha and Amy were available that night as others decided not to participate. Natasha made few calls, but even my sixteen year old sister Melissa wasn't available that night. After looking at bunch of disappointed young faces, Mrs. Sager and Sunderman volunteered to take turns leading one team with Amy, while Natasha and I got selected to lead the other team. I would have been happy to team up with either Amy or Natasha, but I was thrilled having Natasha on my side since she was the hottest girl in the neighborhood. Furthermore, she is a tease, she loved to flirt. She had gone the distance of allowing me to feel her up during horseplay's few times, most recently couple of weeks ago when she was at my house to visit my sister Melissa. I grabbed her from behind by the kitchen sink, when she put up a weak resistance to free herself, I kept my crouch pressed to her magnificent ass and cupped her splendid breasts, which she didn't seem to mind. I would have moved further if I hadn't heard my sister Mellissa coming down the stairs. She is known to dress in outfits that leave nothing for imagination. That night, she had denim's, because it was chilly outside, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that she didn't have a bra under the sweater she wore. I was excited about possible prospects of feeling her up again. Then rules were reminded to all. No masks, no running, hiding alone was strictly prohibited,, younger kids must always hide with an older kids, cannot hide inside houses nor climb trees and the boundaries included eight lots to the end of our cul-de-sac. Seekers were allowed to carry pen flashlights or handheld flairs and they were to allow the other team 15 minutes to hide. If you got caught, you were to stay in jail till the rest of the team was found or either side gave up by announcing so. Our team lost the coin toss and thereby remained in Segar’s garage working on our strategy while waiting for other team to hide. Natasha and I gathered up kids making pairs to go in different directions. After searching in assigned area, we were to meet behind Dunker's house to regroup. I told them that it was good idea to me to follow kids with Natasha and take prisoners to jail, giving them the opportunity to find opposing team players. We walked from lot to lot observing kids with handheld flairs looking to take prisoners, while Natasha talked about her new classes, teachers and kids, which I had no or very little interest. When we walked down the slope near my back yard, I reached and held Natasha's hand. She quickly grabbed it and followed me. When I squeezed her hand, she swiftly squeezed my hand in return, making me think that she was ripped for picking. Near the back pouch, I let her hand go then reached around her waist bringing her closer; again she didn't defy me, which gave me more encouragement to go further. Just when I was ready to make another move, we were disrupted by loud yells from kids who had just caught a couple of prisoners hiding behind shrubs in next door. We rushed take custody of them and walked them to Segar’s garage where they just brought out cookies and hot chocolates for captors. Natasha and I resumed our patrol. I intentionally walked her through our back yard again, knowing we could go undetected under the large trees. When she complained her hands getting cold, I took one hand at a time, rubbed, blew on them and finally brought them both to me and kissed them and said; "There. Are they warm now?" "Gee your hands are really warm" Natasha said and thanked me. I took the opportunity to place my arm on her shoulder to bring her closer as we walked, then snuck one over her right breast, which she didn't mind. Seconds later when I cupped it softly, she partly leaned on me as we walked as to let me know that I can go further. When we approached a dark area in back yard, her hip was glued to mine. I softly massaged her breast, and I since I came to realize that I had no reasons to wait. When I moved her around without notice and kissed her in one swift move, she was spontaneous in returning my kisses, sending positive signals to my cock. Not wanting to waste the moment, I held her by her rear cheeks and brought her to me, letting my hard-on press her crouch. I sensed that I was in for a real treat or trick that night. I told Natasha that we should hide in the storage shed behind our house to stay warm when our turn comes. Even though she didn't say anything, she made me think that she agreed by the way she pressed herself on to me. Soon we head a roar followed by another. More prisinors were taken. Before long the rest came out of their hiding places after being in the cold for long or caught. It was our turn to hide; several younger kids were taken out by their parents since it was passed their bedtime. Remaining plays were older than 10, therefore their curfew on Saturday's was much later. As agreed Natasha and I followed kids separately to their hides. After that, I went in one direction, whispered to her "Shed" to remind where to find me. Wanting the kids to spend much time to locate us, thereby giving Natasha and me enough time to spend time in private, I located places that I thought were secured and secluded for them. After that, I rushed to the shed, stood behind the door after closing it. I remained in complete darkness wondering if Natasha would show up. Minutes went by, but felt like hours. Suddenly, I heard someone touching and sliding the door ever so carefully. When the door opened just enough, Natasha squeezed in between the two door panels. I hastily grabbed her by her hand as she shut the door and pressed her body against mine, planting my lips on hers. We kissed passionately. I was stunned how hot she was for me judging by the way she kissed. Even as we kissed, holding each other tight, she pressed her pubic on me, grinding it in up and down, deliberately. Having her lean on me and grinding her pubic had me going wild. While I kept my lips entangled with hers, I reached down to tease her left breast, while dropping the other hand to her crotch, where I squeezed her pussy over her denims. She bit my lips in excitement. I stopped kissing only to raise her sweater to molest her round breasts, wanting so much to feel her flesh. They felt awesome in my hands. They were warm, soft, round and bit more than one hand could hold. Never the less, I arched my back and kissed her breasts, brought her hard and very erect nipples to my mouth to suck them, softly biting each making her moan. I grinned in the dark as I leaned down to suck on Natasha’s nipples, with my member projecting. She groaned ever so softly and let out a sigh as I went back and forth between breasts while using my thumb to massage her throbbing clit through her pants. She purred like a cat, grinding her cunt into my hand, making me think that she badly wanted a fuck. My only regret was not being able to study her breasts when I was blessed with an opportunity to play with them. Again, I dropped my hands to her crotch, unbuttoned and unzipped her denims. Soon as her pants dropped down, she reached and unzipped mine, unanticipated, but a welcome sign. Then reached inside to caress my cock that was fully erect and beating relentlessly in the confinement of my pants. My right hand reached between her legs, seeking her pussy. I moved in slowly, inhaling her sweet scent. I was groaning in anticipation when I slowly inserted one finger into her tight hole. She moaned softly again and minced her hips into my hand. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her pussy. My hand slid in her folds as she lowered my pants and underwear to bring my aching cock outside to play, moving its skin back and forth, and applying my pre-cum all over it. Her folds were already moist. My fingers crawled to her pussy, when the thumb found her love button; it went on to press it. She was hot and ready for fucking. Not that I have fucked many, but I couldn’t think of any girl who became ready faster than Natasha. I took it as a blessing since our time together was limited. Before I penetrated her, I wanted her to think that I wasn’t a “Wang, Bang, Thank you ma’am” type of guy, so I quickly knelt in front and stuck my tongue in her pussy, swirling it in her sopping pussy, drinking her sap and squeezing her ass as lapped at her. Her body squirmed and swayed in matter of minutes, offering mouth full of her love juice. If she was able to scream in joy or moan loudly, I have no doubt that she would have done so. After licking her cunt clean, I slowly kissed from her cunt up to her breasts, to her lips. She passionately kissed me as my cock was bulging into Natasha's warm pussy. I stood up again and held her tightly against my body. When Natasha held my rigid cock and attempted to go down to suck it, I stopped her. I wanted to make sure that I could finish fucking her before my team got caught. Instead, I turned her around and pressed my cock around her pussy, looking to enter. She seized it reaching between her legs then placed it at her opening, and then vaulted her back. Just with my head inside of her, I knew she was probably the hottest girl in the world. Her pussy felt amazingly good, smooth, covered with lots and lots of hot juice, making my cock feels heavenly. I pushed slow, wanting to find if she was a virgin or not, but when I got most of my rod inside of her, I stroked rapidly into her and she returned my pounding stroke for stroke. I fucked hard and deep, most likely sending her to another orgasm. Then I shot deep inside her pussy causing each thrust to make a wringing sound. After I came, I fucked her slow for a minute or so, longing to have another round with her. But I knew we didn’t have the time for it therefore withdrew my cock from her inviting pussy to get dress. Natasha turned around and kissed my lips and pulled up her denims as well. Just then we heard Mrs. Sunderman outside yelling. “Night games are over guys. Come out now everybody. Natasha got hurt, no more games tonight” I was stunned. If Natasha got hurt and not in the shed with me, who did I just fucked? I remained frozen. The girl who I had just fucked kissed me again and whispered; “Thank you Josh, I’ll see you next week” What? Who was Josh? Then she opened the door and disappeared into the night. I dashed out of the shed; ran in the direction she went, to witness her entering our house through the back door. Holy shit! Did my sister fuck me thinking that I was her boyfriend Josh? Or did I just fuck the most amazing ghost?