It was 104 degrees outside. 104 damn degrees. Having livedin Washington for most of my life, I was not used to the smoldering heat of California, and, naturally, I’d pick the hottest week of the summer to visit my family.
I sat by our pool, with my feet in the water, my toes sparkling with the silver nail polish I painted on them that morning. I could no longer tell the difference between my sweat and the moisture from the pool. I leaned back, closed my eyes, let my long, dark brown, wavy hair fall back and stretched my neck, trying to release the tension in my muscles that had gripped my body for the past week. Sighing, I had the reoccurring thought that I should get a masseuse. As I thought it, I felt a pair hands squeeze my shoulders. My brother settled down on the edge of the pool beside me.
“Hey, Sammie,” he smiled, “you look like you need a massage.”
I laughed. I could never figure out how he knew me so well, “Definitely. You volunteering?”
“Just say the word.” He slipped into the pool and released a satisfied breath. I admired his strong form from above the water. His nicely tanned and muscled body glowed as he swam a couple laps around the pool, his colorful swim trunks wavering along with him. I found myself wondering what was beneath them, and I felt my nipples harden under the thin fabric of my bright blue bikini. Blushing, I decided to get in the pool try cover my arousal.
Seeing I had joined him, my brother swam back over to me. Wiping the water out of his eyes and shaking the water out of his chocolate-colored hair, he asked, “Why so stiff? You look uncomfortable.” He flicked water at me, “Have some fun!”
I scowled playfully, “I am having fun, Alex.” I dipped my head under the water to try to cool down more, “ Well, as much fun as can have in weather like this
.” I emphasized my last word by splashing water back at him.
He gasped, acting offended. He quickly ducked under the water and grabbed my ankles, then pulled me under the water. I kicked at him, attempting to make him let me go, but he continued to drag me towards the deep end of the pool. I finally got free and broke the surface, coughing up some of the water I had swallowed. Chris stood in front of me, laughing his ass off. I huffed and tried to smack him, but the water slowed down any power I had to the hit and that just made him laugh harder. So I just jumped on him and dunked his head under the water. He managed to push me off of him and snatch me by the waist and push me up against the pool wall.
“That wasn’t very nice!” He smirked.
“Yeah, well, neither was dragging me around the pool!” I spat back.
He cocked an eyebrow, “Valid point,” then laughed. I giggled and ruffled his dark, wet hair. He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.
It was then that I realized how close our bodies were and how nice his hands felt on my waist. My grin faltered and my breath caught in my throat. I looked down, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Well, I’ve had my fun,” I tugged his hands away from my burning hot skin and pulled myself up onto the concrete, “Enjoy the water while it’s still somewhat cold.” And I walked off with the weight of his gaze upon my back.
As soon as I got inside the house, I leaned against the back door, breathing heavily, and tried to let my heart beat return to a normal pace. It wouldn’t. I raced upstairs to the guest room I was staying in, along with one of my cousins, and ripped my suitcase apart trying to find the small silver vibrator I had packed.
It was at the very bottom. Figures
, I thought.
I quickly got back to the point of turning my old bedroom into something that looked like it’d been attacked by a tornado. I stripped my swimsuit off my slick body, exposing my 32D’s and shaved pubes, and discarded them carelessly on the floor and jumped onto my bed. I immediately started pinching my nipples, making me bite my lip in search of more pleasure. As I began lubing up two of my fingers in my mouth, I glanced at my bedroom door. It was unlocked. I disregarded it, concluding that I’d be fine as long as the one person that was in this house stayed in the pool. Not that I’d truly mind if he saw…
I grabbed my vibrator from where I’d dropped it in the sheets and sucked on it as my fingers traced a line down my flat stomach to my throbbing pussy. As soon as my fingertips reached my cunt lips I let out a long, lust-filled moan. I took the vibrator out of my mouth, turned it on and let it join my other hand on my clit. My body shuddered. I gulped, thinking about how long it’d been since I’d done this. However, my body no longer paid attention to what my mind was doing and my hand pressed the little device it was holding harder into my swollen clit. A straggled cry made its way out of me as my focus went back to what was at hand, literally, and my hips began grinding on my toy. My fingers slipped down to my hole and forced their way in. My orgasm was approaching quickly, but that was just too soon! I wanted enjoy this time some more. So, I brought the vibrator up to my nipples, knowing those were at least a little less sensitive. I circled the little silver object around each hard protrusion, tracing the areolas. I felt my body calm down a little, still pulsing from the lust that was coursing through it. I relaxed and soaked in the sharp tingles that gripped my body every time I flicked a nipple with the vibrator. My other hand would occasionally dip into my pussy, brushing my g-spot and producing more waves of pleasure.
I turned over, onto my stomach, and stuck my ass up in the air, pleased with how the cool air made my body respond. My vibrator left my nipples and returned to my clit once again, but I nudged it down further and allowed it to enter my cunt. I seized up, loving the sensation of my whole pussy vibrating as a sudden, cold breeze caressed my puffy lips. I grunted as the tingles and shocks in me started building.
.” I yelled into my pillow as I started pumping my toy in and out of my fuck hole. “Oh god that feels so fucking good. “ I breathed.
I sat up, still fucking myself with the vibrator, and rocked back and forth with the rhythm of my hand. My other available fingers clawed at my tits, squeezing them, pulling at the nipples. My toes started curling and my body began to shake. The orgasm washed over me for a good five minutes. Leaving my writhing, moaning, and gasping on my bed, slippery with my sweat.
In the back of my mind, I picked up the sound of a grunt that wasn’t mine. And as I slowly reclaimed control over my body, it dawned on me that my door was cracked open and I could hear quick footsteps leading away from my room.
I sat up, almost too fast, and pulled on a big t-shirt that was lying next to my foot. I was lightly aware that the shirt I’d hastily chosen was white and very thin, but I was too busy wanting to verify that someone had been at my door to care. I made it out in the hallway in time to see a flash of colorful swim trunks rounding the banister at the bottom of the stairs and into the kitchen, where the backdoor that led to the pool was. I chased after my brother, running down the stairs and through the kitchen. I opened the back door just as he cannon-balled into the pool.
“ Hey, Alex!” I yelled as soon as he came back up from underwater.
“What?” He said, clearly frazzled. I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or just me raising my voice.
Sitting on the edge of the pool, I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, “Where were you about 20 seconds ago?”
“In the pool.” He answered, his voice cracking on the last word. It happened when he lied, and we both knew it. “Dammit,” he cursed under his breath.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I replied, trying to sound mad while trying to hide the fact that I actually hoped he enjoyed the show. “How long were you standing there for?”
He stuttered, “Only for, uh, the…um, you know.”
“Most of it, then?”
“Yeah,” he lowered his head, “I was coming inside to see if you were okay, Sam, because you left in such a weird hurry…” He shrugged, “Well, now I know why.”
“Was that because of me?” He asked abruptly. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to deny the question but he caught me before I could even try to lie. “Yes, it was. I can see it in your face.”
It was my turn to bow my head, “I— I just,” I paused allowing the silence to swallow any hope I had of blaming this on him, “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Really?” He gently tugged at my arms to get my hand, he held it in his slippery palm. “You didn’t ask me why I stayed there.”
I brought my head back up and looked into his green eyes with my, now teary, hazel ones. “Why did you stay, Alex?” I asked, letting some annoyance seep into my tone.
“Well…” He began, leaning closer. Then he gripped my hand tighter and pulled me into the pool from where I was sitting.
I pushed my way back to air and ripped his hand away from mine, “What the hell?” I screamed, “Why di—.”
Before I could even finish my rant, he pulled my body, now completely visible through my t-shirt, back towards his, cutting quickly through the cool, blue water, and kissed me. Hard.
To be continued!
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