A/N: I like the relationship between Toby and Jenna from Pretty Little Liars.
In the books Toby is the one molesting his step sister Jenna while in the TV series happens the exact opposite with Jenna being sexually obsessed with him, which is slightly disturbing xD
This story is based on the tv show, so you can already guess what you're going to read...muahahaha *evil laughter*
Rated T for sexual content
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars
He did never want her to let go
Toby didn't know if he liked the idea of his father marrying to someone else at first.
However his father had been alone for a long time and he seemed happy when he was with Mrs. Marshall and maybe Toby could learn to call his new wife 'mother' and her younger daughter 'sister' when they moved together- that was what he thought.
After all Toby never had a sister and he had started to like the idea before the two new members of his small family had even moved in with him and his father.
The first time Toby looked Jenna differently was on a summer morning a few weeks after their parents had been married. She was only wearing a torn pair of booty shorts and a tiny bikini, and he had tried not to look at her when Toby had climbed down the stairs.
Nevertheless, a seducive smile had started to form on the thirteen-year-old Jenna's face, and she pressed herself against Toby, her touch intimate despite his weak protests.
Toby did never know where Jenna had planned to go to that morning, but in the end she didn't leave the house and Toby at all.
When Toby and Jenna first did it on the rug in the middle of the living room, and then on the couch and on the coffee table, he had told her that it was all wrong.
When she lured him in the bathroom and she climbed on the sinker, wrapping her bare legs around his waist, Toby had said that Jenna was his step sister.
On their parents king size bed and on the dining table Toby had said that they shouldn't be together like this, but with his breath coming out more quickly than usual and feeling his whole body burning wherever Jenna touched him, the argument didn't sound so convincing and his voice wasn't as determined and commanding as he would have wanted it.
That was the effect Jenna always had on Toby. She would take him off guard and seduce him, and after the first few times Toby didn't need to be seduced anymore.
His inner, self-righteous voice that told Toby to put an end to it and accused him of being responsible for Jenna was silenced by her breathless, passionate kisses. His guilty conscience was as if it was put to mute mode.
Now every time their parents left them alone in the house, telling them to be careful and take care- how ironic, Toby thought- they would be together like no normal siblings or even step brother and sister should.
Toby would strain his ears and wait hidden by the window until he heard the tires of their parents car on the road and the roaring of the engine slowly dying away.
When the scene was clear, Toby would turn around to call for Jenna, but she was already there, of course, and she would wrap her arms around his waist from behind.
As time passed, the garage became their special place. After both of them had finished, Jenna would lie into Toby's embrace and cuddle closer into him, burrying her face into his sweater and soaking it with her perfume and her own special scent Toby would smell afterwards when he was alone in his room.
Jenna would say she would never love anyone the way she loved Toby, and he would believe her.
After the first year of their peculiar, secret relationship passed by, Toby realised with something like awe and bewilderment that he did never want Jenna to let go of him.