Game involving bouncing?

Stacey answers with a smirk, “Well, it’s almost dinner. We have a roast down. So to make up for my sacrifice today, Kyle, you could make the roast. You’re pretty good at cooking anyways”, before getting distracted by a tennis racket and ball the lovebirds brought in beside the couch, she picks it up and absentmindedly takes a swing, and adds, “Hey, we could also play a game of tennis while we wait. I never played it before.”

Kyle scoffs, “We’re indoors so with what room?”, looking over to Emma with unease as she does the same in turn, both well aware of Stacy’s ‘light bulb’ ideas.

Stacey replies with confidence as she lines up salt shakers and napkin holders on the kitchen table , “Well… how about we try pong. C’mon, this table would be perfect for it. See, if we put a few items here as a barrier, then voila, pong table!” She hits the ball hard, nearly causing her large tits to fly out of her shirt as the ball bounces over and bops Kyle on the head, before surprisingly falling into his hand.

Kyle spun around to Stacey with a scowl as he rubs his head, “For that, you’re on!”

Emma groans, what worse than either Kyle’s or Stacey’s bright ideas is when they agree on something, but after watching them play for a bit efficiently despite all the breakable dishes and pictures around them, Emma gives in and calls out, “Hey, let me try!”

While the girls played, Kyle would stay to watch their bouncing melons fly, and the ball, but figuring they’d complain later if he didn’t, he took the opportunity to start cooking the roast in the oven for dinner, then join in taking turns while every once in awhile checking going back to checkup on it. While he’d hate to admit he lost a good number of rounds distracted by their jiggling advantage, witnessing them that close is a reward in it’s own right.

At one point while it’s between the girls, Stacey slam dunk it towards Emma who saves, but knocking the ball up in the air, hitting squarely in the ceiling lamp light bulb, instantly smashing it to pieces. Both girls in surprise, let out a short high pitch scream together.

Kyle hobbles back from the kitchen, “Roast done! Just has to cool off before final seasoning-!”, but cut short just in time to see the falling shards settle. They all stare at the mess before he breaks the silence, “Um, ...Uh-oh.”

Emma yells at Stacey, “See, I knew you’re idea would turn out like this!”

Stacey yells back, “Me? What did I do? You’re the one who last hit the ball!” Kyle wanted to intervene but sighs, this wouldn’t be quite home without them fighting after all. Kyle tries to interject, maybe negotiate a truce, but knowing each would demand much from the other.