Pool party

“Thanks for coming over, you two,” your brother says with a firm handshake. “I figured you would enjoy breaking in the pool.”

You laugh, “Who has their pool opening on Thanksgiving!?”

“It’s heated!” He assures you. “Plus Thanksgiving isn’t until tomorrow. There’s nothing better than night swimming.”

You look at to the pool. Steam rises from it like a marsh. “Looks haunted.”

Your sister-in-law bounds past you, “See you in the pool.”

She runs outside and tosses her towel onto the deck. She jumps into the fog. You barely have time to notice she’s in a bikini.

Suddenly you change your mind, “I’ll . I don’t have swim trunks. I have athletic shorts.”

“That’s perfect,” your little brother says, finally happy that someone agreed to get into the pool with this cold temperature.

You put on mesh athletic shorts sans underwear. You feel your dick flop as you run to the pool. You cannonball in.

Your brother lied! No way this is heated! It’s so fucking cold! You shiver trying to survived

An angel appears from the mists. She wraps her arms around you in a hug. Her soft bosom presses into your chest.

You can’t stop shivering. “Need to get warm.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” your sister-in-law promises.