"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 was 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.