Chat with Marisa to find out where Jessica is.

I raised my head from the box I was rummaging through. "Hey, Marissa. How's it going?" I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I noticed that her cheeks were flushed from the heat.

"Okay, but it's slow going with this heat. I think I could use a quick break myself."
She turned around and sat down in front of the box she was working on. I almost did a double take. Sometime while we were working Marissa must have removed her bra, because I could easily make out the shape of her nipples pressing defiantly against the thin fabric of her shirt. With some difficulty, I **** myself to make eye contact with Marissa. The last thing I wanted to do was offend her, and fortunately she didn't notice my reaction.

"I can't believe how many boxes of dishes your mom got from her aunt. I must be on the 5th box so far," said Marisa, wiping sweat from her brow.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone ever used those dishes, they just get passed on to the next generation," I replied. Marissa chuckled at the ridiculousness of family heirlooms.

I decided it was time to casually bring up the question I'd been wondering about. "Say, where did Jessica go?" I asked, nodding my head toward the box where Jessica was working earlier.

"Oh, she stepped out a little while ago. I think she said she was going to get us some ice water," replied Marissa.

"Well, that's nice." I said. "I could sure use--" I didn't get to finish my thought as Jessica jumped into the doorway of the room. She was brandishing one of the squirt guns from the toy box and was wearing a wild grin. She aimed the gun at Marissa and fired. Marissa squealed as she was hit by the blast of water. She jumped to her feet. Her shirt was soaked! It was quite clear that she really wasn't wearing a bra. The wet shirt not only clung to her nipples, but had actually become translucent so I could see the dark color of her nipples though her shirt. I could almost make out her areolas.

I was distracted enough from Marissa that I never saw the next blast of water coming and got hit in the face. Ice water! Jessica had filled the super soaker with ice water! I scrambled to my feet.

Jessica stopped the stream of water and laughed. "How is it Mikey? I thought you two could use a cold one!" She started shooting more water at Marissa, who had her hands up to shield herself.

Seeing an opening, I charged at Jessica. I managed to surprise her enough that by the time she focused the water on me, I was already beside her. I zipped past her and darted down the hallway getting blasted in the back with icy cold water. I could hear Jessica running right behind me, pumping up the super soaker. I turned a sharp left into the kitchen.

"Where do you think you're going Mike?" called Jessica. "You're trapped! There is only one entrance into the kitchen!"

She turned around the corner just in time to see that I had grabbed the sprayer attached to the sink faucet and had flipped the water on. Her eyes widened in surprised for a split-second and her mischievous smile became a notch brighter now that she had competition. She whipped up the super soaker just as I let her have it with the sprayer. The water hit her squarely in the chest, but she didn't let it slow her down as she sprayed ice water into my crotch. She quickly ran out of water as I continued to spray her up and down for good measure.

Jessie laughed. "Okay! Okay, Mike! You got me! I'm out of water!"

I turned off the water with a smirk. We stopped for a moment and stared at each other before bursting into laughter. We were completely soaked!

Jessie's workout clothes looked more like a swimsuit now. The pads of the sports bra had gotten soaked and it was clinging to her nipples. The tight nylon shorts had ridden up a bit on Jessica while she had been running. They were wet and were clinging to the contours of her body, outlining her camel toe. Jessie's ponytail was all matted from her sweat and the water. She looked like a wet dream in more ways than one.

My own t-shirt was dripping wet. I was soaked all the way to my underwear and my wet shorts were already starting to bunch up on me. The jean shorts were clinging tightly to my stiffening erection and it was starting to hurt. I knew my boner had to be painfully obvious to Jessie.