"No you're not! You're injured, remember?"
I sprinted for the door, but he got there first. He grabbed me by the waist and forcefully dragged me back into the house.
"Stop!" I squealed. I was delighted, as usual. He deposited me on the couch and picked up his phone again. He looked disappointed and put it down.
"Shit," he said. "Look what you did."
"What?"
"That was a girl I liked. She just hung up."
"Serves you right," I said, punching him.
"You're a brat, Elizabeth. Shit! That messed everything up!" I suddenly felt bad—he wasn't teasing anymore.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Whatever, she was kind of sloppy anyway. Too much chunk in the trunk." I knew Chris liked fit girls with toned bodies and pert little asses, like mine. Actually, that was half the reason I had started running in the first place.
"You're a dick," I teased, poking his leg with my foot.
"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.
Stilclass="underline" 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.