"Shit, you're right. Time sure flies when you're having fun, eh?"

Susan smiled at her cousin's cliched witicism. "Sure you don't want to go for a swim or something?"

Susan started to dress. "No, it's okay. I'd really rather be alone."

"Okay. Sure. Later maybe."

They continued dressing in silence. While Susan pulled her dress back on, knowing she was now going to change it for a pair of shorts anyway – it was getting very hot – she was startled to recall the one image that had been going through her mind while her nineteen-year-old cousin was ardently shoving his big prick between her thighs.

It was Steven. She was imagining he was on top of her, and that his cock was slipping wetly into her hot young cunt. She sighed, picturing his cute face, already deeply tanned, his long thick sun-bleached hair and his thin, agile body. She pictured the way he looked in his skimpy bathing suit or the faded cut-offs that were really too small for him. She could feel the tingling sensation beginning in her loins again and was almost tempted to ask Mark to fuck her again.

But no, she would save herself for Steve. She now realized she had had a crush on him since seeing him for the first time in four years just two weeks ago. They were good friends now. She wondered if he felt the same way about her that she felt about him.

Would he want to fuck her too?

She knew he had never made it with another girl. He was shy with most girls, content to stay to himself. He was a loner. Yet he was comfortable with her. They talked. They laughed. They had fun together.

Susan wondered what he looked like naked, all tanned and beautiful. Would his cock be as big or bigger than his older brother's? Susan didn't care. Now that Mark had given her a taste of sex, she wanted to further explore that pleasure and all its avenues with Mark.