His and Only His (mature +18)

Ch 4: Beyond Control

Jennifer had always become overly timid and half tongue-tied whenever Lucas’ eyes used to stray to her face. And she was absolutely mystified to realize, as she came out of the water, that despite the years, that much hadn't changed.

He was sitting on the sand, looking like the most carefree twenty-something man there was, and she just couldn't help but envy how he could look good even in the simplest outfits or the most anodyne positions. His perfectly sculpted abs were on display, taunting her, teasing her. His mouth, which was stretched into a welcoming lopsided smirk at the moment, was just begging to be kissed. As for his mesmerizingly gray eyes, words simply could not suffice to describe what they did to her.

Upon realizing she was openly checking him out, she dropped her gaze to the ground in dismay and started worrying her lower lip in self-loathing.

How weak can you be? She mentally face-palmed, You were in a good place, yet all he has to do is show up and you're all over him again. Get a grip, girl! Think about Jeremy!

The thought of sweet caring Jeremy allowed a bitter wave of guilt to fill her. She couldn't do this to him. She had to stop lusting after Lucas.

“Would you mind putting sunscreen on my back, sweets?” Her stepbrother held out the tube of protective cream towards her, and she found herself taking it mechanically, without saying a word. And just like that, Jeremy, who was by her side, was forgotten. The ease with which her resolution to stop desiring him crumbled reminded her of just how much in love she was with him.

Would she ever get over him? She couldn't say. Sometimes, she even thought she was doomed to love Lucas forever, for nobody compared to him. All the great guys she was to meet could only be second best. She was truly doomed – hook, line and sinker.

Despite the tumultuous feelings tearing her apart, she quietly kneeled behind him, squirted some cream on different spots of his back and then started massaging it all in. To say she was annoyed right then would be nothing short of a lie. She enjoyed every second of it. She even only used one hand so as to make the forbidden pleasure last longer. A different kind of cream gathered in the lower part of her swimsuit, and she had to press her legs together in fear that the smell of her arousal would reach him.

That was not the best idea.

The pressure she applied on the moist part of her made it even harder for her to keep in her moans. The feel of his skin had been temptation enough, she didn't need that extra friction. She bit on her lower lip in both consternation and frustration – the s****l kind and the self-directed one – and managed somehow to remain silent. Her breathing betrayed her though for it had grown ragged. The same could be said about her heartbeat, and she just hoped nobody would hear her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest.

Lucas, on the other hand, seemed not to notice her turmoil and allowed her to take her time, sitting patiently as she stroke his back.

As soon as she was finished, she sighed silently – out of relief and sadness at the same time – and gave his back a loud slap. “All done, big boy.” With her jovial tone, nobody could suspect anything of what was going in her mind. That said, Mary and Heather, who knew about her feelings, would have no trouble figuring out her state of mind.

“Thanks,” as he turned his head her way, she saw the dimple adorning his right cheek make an appearance, and it was all she could do not to raise her hand to smooth it out. Before she could make a fool of herself, he got up in one fluid movement and stretched his arms forward, making some articulations cry out in protest and his back muscles contract and then expand beautifully.

“You look like you're burning,” Jeremy, who was occupying a chair nearby, observed worriedly, his hand rising to touch her forehead.

Jennifer's instinctive response was to move out of reach. Her boyfriend's green eyes narrowed ever so slightly, hiding the flash of hurt before she could see it, but she felt shame burning her insides nonetheless. She jumped to her feet and hurried to her chair next to his, “I think I'll just get under the parasol.”

“Yeah, you should,” he agreed monotonously, his earlier good humor giving way to puzzlement.

She hated doing this to Jeremy – shutting him off, that is – but she just couldn't stomach his worry. How sweet could he be? There he was, thinking she might be getting sunburnt when she had just been suffering from her raging hormones. Her desire for her stepbrother simply drove her nuts at times. She couldn't help that she took too long to coat his back with cream or that she ogled said back as he had stretched… Yes, it was beyond forbidden, but it was also beyond her control.

“I'll go for a swim but you stay out of the sun, okay?” Lucas ruffled her hair affectionately, and she just nodded like an obedient child while hating the gesture and herself both.

She willed herself not to watch him get in the water for that would probably make Jeremy suspicious of her, and she most definitely neither wanted nor needed that. Soon enough, the dark cloud of inner frustration dissipated and she fell into easy meaningless chatter with her friends.

She had not expected moving on to be easy but she had failed to anticipate just how hard it would be.

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Lucas got out of the water, making most women close by openly ogle his chiseled chest, sigh at his raggedly handsome features or bite their lips in desire. All reactions were gone ignored in favor of walking up the soft sand towards where his stepsister and her friends were sitting, talking animatedly.

“Man, what I wouldn't do to tap that!” Tyler sighed in a disturbingly dreamy tone, making Jeremy chuckle at him while Mary just smiled.

Don't remind me, Jennifer's inner temptress purred.

“I can't picture him taking it up the ass so you'd be the one getting pounded into the floor, T,” Heather's tone implied she wasn't completely joking. She really was thinking about it, and that was what unsettled Jennifer the most.

As if Lucas would ever bottom to any other guy! she mentally rolled her eyes.

“Too much information, Heather,” Jeremy softly admonished in his best I'm-trying-to-stifle-my-laughter tone.

“I'd enjoy whatever he's willing to give,” Tyler chuckled good-humoredly, his brown eyes twinkling with unconcealed mischief.

“I understand where you're coming from, man. He's fine,” Heather readily agreed, putting emphasis on fine, “Had he been my brother, I wouldn't have been above getting a taste of incest.”

“No. No. No... Just no!” Jennifer shot out of her chair, shaking her head violently, trying to get the unwanted images out of her head. They all laughed at her while she pursed her lips in defeat. Yes, her friend was only teasing her but didn't she know she had enough daydreams plaguing her already?

“Something wrong, sweets?” Lucas, who had reached them, c****d his head slightly to the side in a perplexed manner, while his eyes watched her face for any sign of discomfort or something. He had always been a worrywart, an overly protective worrywart, and that was probably what was making it even harder to bury her feelings for him.

“You don't wanna know,” she muttered as she slumped back down, feeling her cheeks burn at the idea of telling him what had just been said.

He frowned for a brief moment before letting it go and joining the happy bunch. Instead of dropping himself into a chair, he chose to sit cross-legged, back to the sea, on a towel he laid on the sand, and watch the friends interact.

Jennifer was, thank god, able to lose herself to the joyous conversation enough that she didn't picture herself drowning in the heat of his ardent lovemaking.

No more daydreaming for you, young lady! She had inwardly forbidden herself from getting carried away by her tempting illusions, and was satisfied to realize ten minutes later that she was rising up to the challenge.

She was starting to truly enjoy herself, having come close to the point where claiming he was nothing but her stepbrother was a possibility, when her happy bubble was abruptly burst.

“Hey handsome, bored of babysitting yet?” Jennifer could swear she had been the first one to notice the approaching blonde. She just had some kind of slut radar that seemed to only work whenever Lucas was around. The blonde was tall but not overly so, and had enough curves to make any man want her.

Her boobs are probably fake anyways, the green beast showed its nasty head, making her bitterly aware of her own barely B-cup breasts.

“Babysitting?” Heather all but shrieked as she rose to her feet in an instant, her blue eyes spitting fire, “I'll show you babysitting, you…” the rest of the sentence was lost in Mary's hand. She had been quick to shoot out of her seat and clamp a silencing hand on the feisty redhead's mouth. As she did, she gave Lucas a half-sheepish, half-apologetic smile which earned her an amused one in return.

“I'm actually crashing their beach party,” he briefly looked up into the girl's face from where he was still comfortably sitting on the sand, and tried to silently convey how unimpressed he was by the cleavage she flashed him.

His forwardness and honesty were things Jeremy could appreciate. His respect for the man grew instantly. Tyler, on the other hand, watched amused, waiting for the rebuff while Heather, who had freed her mouth, was whisper-yelling at a softly smiling Mary about how she should have let her speak her mind.

Jennifer was definitely the only one whose blood was boiling with both anger and jealousy.

“Well, you can crash my party anytime,” was the soft purr that made her see red.

“Guys, I'm starving, what do you say we grab something to eat?” Jennifer had already been out of her chair by the time the first word had been thrown.

“I'll take you somewhere nice,” Lucas immediately offered, graciously rising to his feet. That made the blonde, whose name was yet to be revealed, bite on her lower lip in anticipation, thinking idiotically he meant her despite his gaze not being trained on her.

“Don't fret it. You have things to do,” Jennifer bit out, glancing briefly towards Barbie – that was the name she gave to all the bimbos who approached him.

“Nonsense,” he waved off, giving her a tender smile.

“So, where to?” The blonde asked in a seductive tone, a contented grin splitting her face. Naïve as she was, she looked like she won the lottery.

Lucas, who was not known for using gloves, didn't hesitate to set things straight, “You go back to wherever you came from while I go with them.”

Needless to say a smug smirk was begging to play on Jennifer's lips at that. Lucas might not see her as a woman, but he adored her enough that he never missed a chance to spend time with her.