Young Fitness Enthusiasts Summer of Desire and Forbidden Crush

All characters in the following story are fictional characters, and the events in the story are also purely fictional. Enjoy.

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Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Christopher, but everyone calls me Chris. I prefer Chris, actually, to my full name. Anyway, I'm pretty much your average 16-year-old guy. Raging hormones, obsessed with working out, obsessed with girls, generally just horny all the time. I'm about 5' 9" to 6' or so tall, and weight about 160 pounds. I'm not fat at all, which obviously means that much of that weight is muscle. So yes, I'll admit, I'm a bit of fitness junkie. But I don't just do it to get muscle, I do it because I enjoy living healthily and it generally is the way that I release stress and unwind.

My own house comes equipped with a treadmill and the odd dumbbell in my room in terms of fitness equipment, so there's not really much I can do at my own house that requires equipment. And I've never wanted to join a gym because they're so expensive and I can't stand being around that many people, it kind of grosses me out. Luckily for me, I have an Aunt and Uncle, on my Dad's side, that live not fifteen minutes away from my house. And since I have my own car, it's really easy for me to just drive over there. The reason I'm lucky is because they have an entire room in their house devoted to fitness. There's an elliptical, stair-step, treadmill, pull-up bar, squat station, bench press bench, and even one of those all-in-one deals that has the weights that you can select using that little rod you slide into the holes. The Aunt and Uncle are really great people, and allow me to go over there pretty much any time to use their equipment and work out. They also have a pool, which is a great way for me to cool down after a long workout or a particularly hot day.

My cousins in that family number three. The eldest is a guy already in college, the middle is also a guy who just graduated high school, and the youngest is a girl who is a year younger than me. The girl's name is Bailey. She has black hair that's naturally curly and frizzy, but she often straightens it. The hair is also unbelievably soft to the touch, and silky too. Her face is angular yet soft, and worthy of supermodel status. So is the rest of her by the way. She does lots of dancing, and has an extremely lithe and athletic form. She's not yet fully developed and so her curves aren't full woman status, but they're enough to look good. She has high B cup boobs, almost C cups, that are perfectly round and firm. Her ass, like her curves, is not huge, but is nicely shaped and firm. In a word, smackable. Generally, she is just one of those girls you have to remind yourself to keep from leaving your mouth hanging open around. Drop dead gorgeous.

Sure, I've noticed that she's hot, who wouldn't? But I don't, and never have, really thought about having sex with her or anything like that. We have a really good relationship because she is the closest in age to me of the three cousins, and we share similar personalities and interests. We always have a good time together, and usually end up in laughing fits that leave us both gasping for air. If she were any girl other than my cousin, I would totally be chasing her and trying to get with her.

Anyways, the way that I think about her changed completely after what happened a few days ago.

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To set a time frame, it's about the middle of the summer holidays right now. I will be going into my Junior year, and she into her Sophomore year. So a couple of days ago, I felt like going over to my cousin's house to work out in their fitness room. I had been running and surfing the past couple of days, and felt like I wanted to do some weight and muscle building stuff. I vaguely remembered something about them all going out to a movie, and so nobody would be at the house except for their maid.

When I got to the house, I rang the doorbell and the maid let me in, smiling and friendly as always. I like her a lot. I grabbed a towel from the closet down the hall, and headed over to the fitness room. As expected, I didn't see any of them walking about the house, or hear them for that matter. The way the house was situated, the fitness room was on the left wing and all the bedrooms were on the right wing, just remember that because it becomes important later on.

I went into the fitness room and began my work out. I worked out for about and hour and a half, doing everything from jogging a little on the treadmill, to doing pull-ups, and even some leg presses. At

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