My Watersports Origin

I grew up in the south, my parents worked for a local industrial plant so we were not poor but not rich either. After school when I was about 10 or so, I would go and hang out with my friend Corrine at the house directly across from me. We would trade pokemon in the 90's age of Nintendo game boys! I got along with her great and everything was going well for the time... Until a boy moved in next door we will call him George. He was older than us at 14 when we were only 10. His is parents worked at the dump and bought the land next to Corrine just to put an ugly trailer home.

Their whole family was in the literal sense "trash" the mom drunk heavily and the dad was abusive and loud! I feared for my life on many occasions when he would shoot squirrels out of his trees with a big bb gun! George would harass us and try to bug us constantly. He would pull our hair, poke us with sticks, and throw mud on the dresses my aunt made us. Just meanie boy stuff that little girls hate! We decided to form a club in a dry drain culvert that was tarped off for construction that sat there waiting for us to find it.

It was our hiding spot and place George couldn't find us because of the tall brush hiding its mere existence. Looking back my mom and dad would have tanned my butt for going in such an unsafe place. It was nice and dry and downhill from the hogwash as we would call it when it rains heavily. One fateful day that year George found the hideout while we were away and got his buddies together did what boys do best, drawing that s thing that was popular and dicks over the walls in chalk. And big words saying it was now their club. My stuffies and a tea set were soaked with boy pee along with the doilies my mom made us!

To say we were pissed off was an understatement, but he knew where we were and afraid he would tell on us because we weren't allowed to go in there. ( irrational fears of a 10-year-old) we had to go back to playing at Corinne's house and abandon our rotten smelling stuffies and all the things we brought in there. My house was always never clean enough to have guests over (a parental thing I guess) we knew we had to get back at them but how...

We found out they were going camping in the woods between his house and Corrine. The plan was set in motion as soon as I found out! I was to stay the night at Corrine's house for a pool party on the same day. We had fun in the pool and swam most of the day watching their tent get set up. We both drank a lot of water and soda the whole day and were waiting until they went in to have dinner to strike. Corrine almost lost it twice waiting but I never faltered!

When all the boys were in eating, Corrine and I snuck into their tent and crawled into their sleeping bags and just let loose flooding it with our pee! Quickly we ran like rabbits back to the pool to hide what we had done! Oh, sweet victory never felt so exhilarating, I think I had my first orgasm that night in bed thinking about how they would have reacted and how turned on I was doing it!

Ten is a young age but I didn't "explore" what that feeling was until I was 12 but that is another story...