I won't mention any of the incidents when I was in the service, and I posted elsewhere about when my college roommate's girlfriend caught me masturbating. Anyway, this story fits:
At a family get-together years ago, we were at my sister-in-law's place on the Chesapeake Bay. The normal routine had everyone congregating on the deck or lawn facing the water, or swimming off the dock most of the day. There was a screened-in gazebo as well, with a grill, coolers, and plenty of shade, so folks were rarely in the house. These get-togethers had lots of family - lots of activity.
My normal routine was to get up about dawn and go for a run, getting back just as folks started to stir, although my sister-in-law usually was on the deck with a cup of coffee when I returned.
Anyway, after a late night of drinking & telling stories around the fire-pit, I decided to sleep in and sleep off the hangover - as did most folks, and I didn't get around to my run until that afternoon while everyone was engaged in games, kayaking, and swimming. I got back from my run, went into my bedroom, and stripped down to cool under the ceiling fan (which i had turned up to “turbo”) before getting in the shower. As I was standing there, eyes closed, naked, and face turned up to the fan, my sister-in-law walks right into the room with an armload of towels. She said something along the lines of “Oh, I didn't know anyone was in the house, anyway, here are some clean towels." She put them on a chair and as she was leaving told me to bring the dirty towels to the laundry room when i was done, like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Nothing was ever said and life went on like it it never happened - but it is one of my favorite memories from the Bay house