"Kind of," he shrugged. He reached for his book on the coffee table.
"I know you like the ones with tight butts," I said, wiggling mine at him playfully—and hopefully.
"You're such a brat," he said. I saw a mischievous grin start to pull at the edges of his mouth. 'Oh shit,' I thought, 'what was he going to do?' I only had a second to try to get away. But he had already read my mind, and he lunged forward and scooped me up in his powerful arms.
"Stop!" I shrieked and giggled. He picked me up off the couch without even straining, and slung me over his shoulder like a sack.
"Stop!" I squealed again. I hit him in the back as hard as my wimpy little arms could.
"Put me down!" My heart was racing. I couldn't believe he was manhandling me like this! He walked out of the house with me on his shoulder, wiggling and punching him. He marched towards the backyard and opened the sliding glass door, one hand keeping me balanced on his shoulder. I couldn't help notice that one of his hands was planted firmly on my ass. I wiggled, trying to make him hold on tighter.
I couldn't believe how strong he was; he wasn't even straining when he walked! I looked out into the yard and saw where I was headed: the pool.
"No!" I screamed. "No! Put me down right now!" I could feel him laughing under me as I pummeled him. He threw me in the pool easily, almost dismissively. I screamed when I hit the water, then I was submerged, and water went up my nose and in my mouth. What an asshole! I swam to the surface and exploded out of the water.
"You fucker!" I screamed. Chris had anticipated my anger and stepped back a few feet. He had a huge grin on his face, and was trying to hold back the laughter. I was furious. I watched him walk back into the house, and my heart sank a little. I didn't want to spend the whole day playing with him like this.
"Bring me a towel!" I demanded. He emerged a few seconds later holding a towel. I got out of the pool, eyeing him with what I hoped looked like anger. I knew my white t-shirt and running shorts were soaked and clinging to my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. I put an arm over my breasts and reached for the towel. He laughed and dangled it just out of my reach. I jumped up to grab it, forgetting about my wet t-shirt and lack of a bra. He kept pulling it away from me at the last moment. Then I noticed he was ogling my chest. Suddenly, an image flashed through my head: the way my breasts bounced under my shirt when I jumped in front of the mirror. I felt my face get hot, and I pulled an arm over my breasts.
"Pervert," I said, hoping my voice wouldn't sound like a purr. It did, more so than I could have imagined.
"Sorry, sis," he said. To my disappointment, he looked embarrassed. I turned around and started pulling of my shirt.
"Don't look," I told him. I couldn't believe how sultry my voice sounded. I plopped my wet t-shirt on the concrete, and wormed out of my wet shorts and panties. I snuck a peek over my shoulder. He had turned around, and wasn't looking. I bit my lip and ran a finger down into my slit. Wet, just as I had expected. It felt so good. I was two feet away from him, feeling myself. My heart was pounding. God, maybe I was some kind of crazy exhibitionist. It was the craziest thrill, being so close, breathing in his scent. It felt a little wrong, like I was using him. It was nasty, and I liked it. Just another few seconds...
"Are you ready? I want to go back inside."
"Just another couple seconds," I replied.
"Ok, I'm turning around now."
"Don't!" I shrieked.
"Okay, okay. Just hurry up. What are you doing?"
*****
I snuck out later that day and went running. I needed the release from this morning's drama, but I was starting to suspect that all the exercise was making me even hornier. There was no way other people could be this horny—I was clearly a sex addict. And a freak, because I wanted my brother to fuck me. In any case, I had plenty to think about during my run, and the miles flew by. I took roads I didn't recognize, until I ended up in a dingy, industrial part of town. I didn't care. I ran through alley ways, hopping over garbage and abandoned pallets. I stopped and reconsidered my situation when a white delivery van with no windows started to slowly follow me. Being raped in the back of a creeper van would probably be a shitty way to lose my virginity; definitely not as wonderful as having Chris lay me out on a towel on the lawn, next to the pool, then have his rough way with me. I decided to return home before I got in over my head in this seedy part of town.
Still: what was I going to do about Chris? Pretty soon my mom and his dad would be back from their vacation in Mexico. There was no way I could keep on teasing him like this; in a couple of weeks I would have a summer job and he would be leaving for his internship. I have got to do something to get him to fuck me! I was literally so crazy with lust that I had made him turn around, told him not to look, and masturbated right next to him! And god how good that felt!
Maybe I would just lose my mind, become really sad, and start collecting cats. That seemed like the most reasonable outcome of my unrequited passion. God, all I wanted was to somehow seduce Chris so we would consummate our lust in a night of frantic and mind-blowing sex.
I felt sore and deflated when I finally tottered up the stairs and opened the front door of the house. My mind was as tired as my body. It had been racing in a pretty ridiculous way, even for me. It was time for a soak in the hot tub to ease my aching muscles.
I took off my running clothes and changed into a bikini. I put on the red thong and skimpy top. The bikini was so sexy and risqué: all it covered was my pussy and nipples! I turned around and checked out my ass in the mirror--still perfect!
Chris was swimming laps in the pool when I passed him on my way to the hot tub. Watching him swim made my stomach do slow flips: he looked so graceful and powerful. I secretly wished I could be as a strong as him, or as attractive. I was probably getting there, with my crazy running.
"Hey Chris," I said as I walked by, trying to get him to notice me. He glanced over between strokes.
I eased myself into the hot tub. The water felt amazing. A few minutes later Chris walked over to the tub, too. He was grinning. I knew he saw my perky butt and tits when I walked by him.
"I guess your leg doesn't bother you. How many miles did you run today?"
"I think like fifteen."
"Fifteen?! Are you sore? That's too much."
"Yeah, a little," I said. I actually didn't feel that bad anymore, now that I was relaxing in the warm water. "When are mom and dad coming back from Cabo?"
"On Tuesday. I was on the phone with them this morning when you were about to leave for a run."
"What!? I thought you were talking to some girl!"
"Oh yeah, ha ha! I lied." There was a mischievous twinkle in Chris's eye.
"You ass!" I splashed water in his face and flung my body at him. I tried to punch him in the shoulder, but he caught my fist and pulled me towards him. My heart stopped. I closed my eyes. We were inches away from each other. He laughed and pushed me backwards into the hot tub. What a fucker! If only he knew how much he was teasing me, leading me on.
After a while we toweled off and sprawled out in the sunshine. We were laying on the lawn next to the pool, on top of our towels, just like in my latest fantasy, where Chris would ravage me by the pool. It was a perfect summer day. Well—not quite yet perfect.
"I'm going to go get some sunscreen. You want any," I asked.
"Yeah, bring me some, too, please. I'm gonna burn."
I came back with it. "I'll do your back if you do mine," I said.
"Okay."
I sprawled out on my towel again and I felt Chris squirt a warm dollop of sunscreen onto my back. I felt his big hand spread it around my back, working the lotion into my hot skin. He seemed to be lingering a little, taking longer than he should; I'm sure he was checking out my perfectly forbidden body. I felt more and more alive every time his hands wandered up to my shoulders, then made their slow, fluid descent down towards my ass. They seemed to linger there longer and longer every time. I knew I w
as wet under my bikini, ready for him, like always.
"Okay, I think I'm all done," Chris said. I wanted him to keep going.
"I'm lazy, do my legs, too."
"Okay," he said. There was a huskiness to his voice that thrilled me to the core. I almost moaned when he squirted another warm dollop of sunscreen on me: this time on my ass. Then I felt his fingers start to smear it into my skin, kneading the flesh on my buttocks. He grabbed both my cheeks and spread them apart as he continued to smear the sunscreen into my skin. That time I moaned out loud. His fingers continued exploring my rear, getting closer and closer to the edge of my bikini, until they were running under it, threatening to pull it away from wet sex. He started to pull away the fabric, and my whole body shuddered.
It felt like electricity was coursing through my body. I had never felt this thrilled before. My whole body was heaving with every ragged breath.
I felt another squirt of sunscreen, this time on my thigh. He worked it into my legs, massaging me skillfully. His strokes seemed more sensual now, more animated, as his hands moved to my inner thighs, brushing ever so close to my aching pussy. Then his hands moved down to my feet. I had never considered them an erogenous area before, but I almost gasped again when I felt his fingers, slick with sunscreen, caressing my toes and the spaces in between. His hands licked away at my sensitive skin, sending chills and shudders through my whole body. I moaned again. My body was a live-wire, vibrating with sexual energy. I had thought I knew what being turned on was, but I had never felt this way before; Chris was a fucking erotic magician with his hands.
I rolled over luxuriously, and Chris handed me the sunscreen. I squirted the milky fluid over my young body once, then twice. It made a little pool on my belly, and then let it drip down my sides and into the grass. I cupped my breasts, teasing him before I slid them out from under my bikini altogether. My nipples were rock hard. I touched them lightly with my fingers, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my body.
I looked into his eyes, and saw what I wanted: pure, reckless lust. Then suddenly, I was in the air, being carried towards the house. He carried me to my bedroom without stopping or straining, and threw me down on the bed. I could see his cock straining against the seams of his swim trunks. He grabbed me roughly and we kissed, furiously, like I had never been kissed before. Our tongues danced together and pressed against each other, almost like they were fucking. I was finally with him, tasting him, being manhandled by him. His hands grabbed my ass roughly, pressing into my nubile flesh.
Then his fingers slid off my bikini bottom, exposing my bare, quivering wetness. He untied his swim trunks and they dropped to the floor, exposing his raging manhood. I almost gasped when I saw the massive trunk of his cock. It was thick and encircled with veins, and rivulets of slick precum oozed down the shaft. It tried to strain even higher, upwards, pulsing with unbridled rage.
He spread my legs, and the tip of his storming cock nestled against my wet flower. Our eyes locked. I was so ready for him.
"Don't tease me..." I groaned.
"What do you want me to do?" he practically whispered, almost groaning with restrained desire himself.
"Fuck me!"
His cock pressed against my hymen. He strained against its resistance.
"Oh shit...sis, you're a virgin?!"
"Uh huh."
He barely paused before he sank inside me. My body bucked, fighting to accommodate his girth.
"Ohhh fuck," I moaned "Oh fuck, fuck, yeah, yeah," I cried out in ecstasy.
He let out a gasp of pleasure that was almost feminine in its ecstasy. I closed my eyes and let him violate me, plundering my wet pussy with every savage thrust.
"You're so tight," he gasped.
"Don't stop," I breathed heavily, "Fuck me!"
He continued to thrust. I watched as that massive part of him disappeared into me again and again, burying itself to the hilt every time. I grabbed the edge of the bed and pushed myself against him, urging him deeper and deeper. Our bodies collided over and over, and every time it felt so fucking good, so much fucking better than anything I had ever dreamed or fantasized about.
He pulled me back and bent me over the side of the bed like a little slut. I only had a second to catch my breath before he entered me again. He savaged me, his powerful thrusts coming more and more furiously.
"Oh shit," he gasped, "you're gonna make me cum."
"Oh yeah," I moaned, "Fuck me, Chris, fuck me!"
The thought of him cumming inside me was almost enough to send me over the edge. His fury increased, driving his shaft harder and harder into my wet pussy. His hands gripped my ass harder as he lay into me, edging towards his climax.
He came, something between a roar and a strangled gasp escaping his throat. I felt his hot seed burst against my walls, his pleasure exploding inside my wetness. I came a second later, screaming with pleasure. Chris withdrew and collapsed on top of me, his hard body suddenly limp. We lay there breathing next to each other. There was a massive wet spot on the bed, marking the fury of our battle.
"Oh shit," he gasped, "I didn't pull out."
I didn't care. I loved Chris and wanted a future with him. To be pregnant with his child would be a dream come true.
*****
“What should we name him," Chris inquired.
“I don't know," I whispered softly, practically drunk with love. He warmly caressed my pregnant belly, his chiseled features melting into a smile when he felt the baby kicking.
I was thrilled when I discovered I was pregnant. Of course, it was awkward when people found at we were a couple, but hiding our relationship had become impossible anyway. And everyone who knew us both said they could see a love building between us for a long time coming. I decided college could wait. I loved Chris, and the only thing sweeter than our love was the moment I learned I was having his baby.
Sins Between Steps
I guess by most people's standards what we were doing was pretty innocent. But I had never skipped school before, not once. Until today. A hot, cloudless morning in late April, a few weeks before the end of my senior year of high school.
The scorching Arizona sun beat down on the pavement as my friend, Marnie, pulled her ancient 4Runner into the parking lot of the pool. We had both been accepted to the University of Arizona for the upcoming fall semester, so we were somehow able to rationalize our skipping out of class. Nevertheless, I had butterflies in my stomach. After all, I had always been such a good girl.
“Oh come on, Missy,” Marnie cajoled, rolling her eyes, “this isn’t bad in the least. Quit being so uptight.”
“Are you sure we can just randomly swim in someone’s pool?” I asked as I watched Marnie wiggle out of her jean shorts and into a bikini, right there in the parking lot. It was the community pool of a quiet, upscale neighborhood, the kind of cookie-cutter subdivision where snowbirds came to die.
It was deserted, totally quiet in the midday heat.
“You’re ridiculous,” Marnie said. “Besides, it’s not like we’re trespassing. My aunt lives here.”
“If you say so.” I stepped barefoot onto the hot pavement and pulled off my clothes, my bikini already on underneath. We both jumped the fence and cannonballed into the water, shrieking. Marnie started to swim across, her body moving with the fluid rhythm of someone who had been swimming competitively since she was 8. I tried to follow her, without much success.
Marnie had been the star of the varsity swim team until last year, when she was kicked off after a picture of her sucking on a bong started to circulate via text, eventually surfacing on Facebook. She lost her spot on the swim team and a scholarship to UC Santa Cruz; the whole thing had been a big deal at our school.
In the end, though, she had received an academic scholarship to the U of A, and I was thrilled to be attending the same college as her.
I was out of breath before I made it halfway across. I gasped and treaded water as Marnie executed a perfect flip at the other end of the
pool and started her return. I watched her for a minute before raising myself out of the water. I then put on my sunglasses and settled into one of the deck chairs.
A few minutes later a big, silver Buick pulled into the parking lot next to the pool. A very old man in carefully pressed jeans, western shirt and bolo tie got out and hobbled over to the apartment-style mailbox to retrieve his mail. As he returned to his vehicle he glared at me balefully, a pile of junk mail in his hands. I gave him a smile and an enthusiastic wave, doing my best to appear friendly. He continued staring at me for another moment before closing his car door.
Enjoy your remaining years, I thought irritably.
Marnie pulled herself out of the water with a joyful whoop. I glanced at her toned body as she walked towards me, toweling her hair off.
God, I thought, if only I looked like that. Ever since she had stopped swimming competitively Marnie’s body had filled out. She had breasts now, and curves that looked seductive even when she was simply walking down a hallway in jeans and a sweatshirt. My body was still as skinny and girly as it had been freshman year. I wondered if I would ever look sexy and womanly like her.
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