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This contains incest, mature language, sex, and violence. Viewer's discretion is advised. This is the following ships: David/Lily, Dwayne/Lily, Marko/Lily, Paul/Lily, Michael/Lily.
I also do not own the Lost Boys, the characters or the movie. I only own Lily and any other characters I add and whatever divergence from the plot I add.
Chapter One
Almost an entire year went by. That was how long ago her family had died. Michael was right. It got easier. Lucy had her go to a therapist and he had been helping her a great deal. She still wasn't over what happened. She still had nightmares, but Michael was there for her, every step of the way. He became her rock, grounding her and helping her keep going. The two have grown extremely close, always together, hardly apart. Sam was a bit envious of the bond the two older teens shared. Lily still had not grown close to Sam. He seemed to be a bit too much for her. Too much color and chaos in his wardrobe and much too loud in talking. He didn't like her because Michael liked her more. He was jealous of the attention she was getting from both Michael and Lucy. Lily just hated to be crowded and that was all Sam really was good for. He had no idea the meaning of personal space.
Over the past ten months, if you wanted the exact time frame, Michael slowly began to move back into his bedroom. After the first night they discovered that Lily could only sleep when Michael was holding her. Lucy thought it was sweet, Richard wasn't there much for an opinion, Sam thought it was creepy, and the two teens… They were trying hard to not look into it any deeper than simply needing comfort. Richard had only gotten more estranged. It came to the point that he was never home, Lily still had never met him. The final nail in the coffin, so to speak, was when Lucy had gone to Richard's office and found him with his much younger secretary. A total cliche that Lily helped comfort Lucy over.
These past ten months have been all topsy turvy. Just when Lily thought she was finally getting used to things and settling in, it was time to pack everything and move once again. This time she was moving with her aunt and two cousins to Santa Carla, California where her grandfather lives, Lucy and Lily's mother's father.
"I know you guys don't want to move, but this is a chance at a fresh start." Lucy says as they load up her car and the trailer.
"But, I don't want to move. I got friends here." Sam whines, earning a look from Michael.
"It's okay, mom, we understand." Michael says, trying to reassure her.
"Santa Carla sounds cool." Lily says in her soft voice. "I love the beach. My mom…" She takes a breath. "My mom used to take me every summer to the beach, we'd spend hours playing in the sand and going swimming. We used to collect seashells. We'd make stuff out of them and sell them. Lamps, mobiles, jewelry." It was getting easier for her to talk about her family.
"Yeah, Kate loved to make things. She was a really creative person." Lucy smiles. Lily smiles back.
"I call shotgun." Sam jumps in to say, not wanting to be stuck in the back with Lily. Michael didn't argue, he was okay with being in the back. He'd be with the dog, but he'd also be with Lily. Lily takes his hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing.
"Come on, let's hit the road. I want to be there before nightfall." They all climbed in the car, said goodbye to the old family home, and took off down the road. Lily sat beside Michael, resting her head on his shoulder, while he kept his arm around her and rested his cheek on top of her head. He began to comb his fingers through her long silk hair, a habit he had picked up. It helped soothe them both. She gives a sigh, wrapping her arm around his waist. He begins to hum gently, causing her eyes to begin to close. Sam was nonstop chatting up front, but neither paid him any attention.
Lily's hand slipped under Michael's shirt, causing him to still. She rests her palm flat against his stomach. He begins to hum again, carding his fingers through her hair. Her eyes fell shut and she was gone from the world.
Michael took a deep breath of her hair. Her hair smells of strawberries as did her body wash, while the perfume she wore was vanilla. It made Michael's mind foggy. She smelt so very good and her skin was so soft in his arms. She had decided to wear a short leather skirt with a black Black Sabbath tee and a pair of converses. All Michael could really focus on was her pale creamy thighs. They called to him, begging for him to touch them. It had taken him months, but after a dangerous accident involving a door he convinced her to cut her hair. It now reached the middle of her back. She always left it down and Michael couldn't thank her enough. He loved playing with it, but at the moment it was those legs that distracted him.
He slowly lowers the arm around her back, resting his hand on her waist. She didn't even stir. She just kept on sleeping. His other hand moves and settles high on her thigh. She sighs in her sleep, seeming to move closer to his hand, causing it to slip slightly. His breath caught as his fingers accidentally grazed her underwear. He almost stopped breathing entirely when he realized that the fabric was slightly damp.
Lucy hit a bump, causing Lily to stir and open her eyes. "This road is just awful." Lucy says. "Sorry, Lily, did I wake you?"
"It's okay." Lily says. Michael was able to move his hand slightly, so that it now rested on her thigh once more. Lily stared at it for a moment, surprised and a bit aroused. She relaxed against Michael, wishing his hand would rise a bit higher. Her cheeks colored at the thought. What was wrong with her? She had been feeling this ever since she met Michael again. It was wrong. He was her cousin and yet… She was so very much attracted to him. The more she got to know him, the harder it was to resist her desires.
"Go back to sleep, Lils, I got you. I'll keep you safe." Michael promises, causing Lily to smile.
"I know you will." Michael squeezes her waist.
The rest of the ride passes pretty quickly. It took long hours to reach Santa Carla, but they made it. The boys were beginning to get antsy and bored. They were currently working on trying to find a station that played good music. "Pretty cool, mom." Michael says as an old country song comes on. "You want me to switch the dial?" Lucy changed the station and some jazz song came on.
"This jam's quite a hit." Sam says.
"Jeez, you guys are rough." Lucy says, causing Lily to giggle. Michael smiles down at her.
"Pain, discomfort, manipulation-"
"No, no." Sam says before flicking to another station. Some slow song comes on.
"Oh no." Michael says, causing Lily to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Keep going." The boys say together.
"Oh!" Lucy says. "Wait! Wait! Wait! That's from my era." That explains Michael's panicked expression.
"Keep going. Keep going." Michael says.
"Grovin' on a Sunday afternoon." Lucy sings, causing Lily to smile. This is the happiest she has seen her aunt since… well since the entire time Lily has been with her.
"Keep going. Keep going." Michael and Sam say together.
"Keep going. Keeping going." Lucy smiles. "Okay." She changes it once more.
"Oh!" Lily says as a rock song comes on. "Oh! I love this genre." She beams. "Rock music, finally! I love this song." Michael grins down at her, loving seeing her so happy after so many months of sadness.
"Hey, we're almost there." Lucy points out the sign.
"Maybe this move won't be so bad." Michael says, smiling down at Lily. "As long as it keeps that beautiful smile on your face." Lily blushes, staring up at Michael. He cups her cheek, brushing his thumb against her soft skin.
"Oh, what's that smell?" Sam asks, causing Lily to blush and pull away from Michael. "Lily was that you?"
"Don't be asshole, Sam." Michael says, slapping his brother in the back of the head.
"Boys, no fighting." Lucy reprimands. "And that's the ocean air."
"It smells like someone died." Sam grumbles, still rubbing his head. Michael rolls his eyes and looks at the sign. He looks at Lily to see that she too saw the sign.
"Oh, look, guys, I know the last year hasn't been easy, but I think you'll really like living in Santa Carla."
"Did you see that sign?" Michael whispers in Lily's ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to run through her body and her heart to race.
"Yeah." Her voice is breathy, which makes her clear her throat. "It's probably a joke. I wouldn't worry too much about it."
"Yeah, maybe."
"It's our fresh start, Mikie, let's enjoy it." She smiles at him.
"Okay." He smiles back.
They pull into town and stops at a gas station to fuel up. The place was incredible. It was as if an amusement park lives here in town. The boardwalk was filled with rides, carnival food, little gift shops, and the beach was right there all open white sand and clear blue waters.
Lily fell in love the second she laid eyes on it. Lucy fuels up and then stops at a snack shack for some lunch. "What do you think?" Michael asks.
"I love it. This place, it's so incredible and beautiful." Lily has a big smile on her face. Michael smiles and wraps her up in his arms.
"I haven't ever seen you smile this much."
"I needed this, Mikie. I needed an escape. A new place to start over and have fresh memories. Living at your old house was great, but it still had memories of my mom and.. And so does here, but this was before your dad, before our mom's separation, before my family's death. This place is simpler times for your mom. It's a small town and has so much charm. I… what?" She asks as she notices Michael staring at her with a smile.
"Nothing. I just love seeing you get so excited. You're so beautiful." He whispers, cupping her face. Her eyes flutter closed and a blush comes to her face. Her eyes shot back open when she felt Michael's thumb run across her bottom lips, her breath catches, and she meets his eyes. They're so blue and dark. His eyes fall to her lips which were painted dark red with her lipstick. He licks his lips. "You're so gorgeous." He whispers, he leans his head down, causing her heart to race and pound in her chest.
"Michael." She sighs wantingly.
"Mom! There's an amusement park right on the beach!" Sam yells as he rushes over with Nanook, his husky. Lily and Michael spring apart, their eyes wide in disbelief. What had they almost done? Lily took a shaky step back.
"Sam, tell those kids to get something to eat." Lucy says, handing over some money to Sam to give to the homeless children. Lucy was such a kind hearted person.
Lily swallows and turns around, hurrying over to Lucy. Michael's eyes fell to his thumb, which had a bit of her red lipstick on it. His eyes lift back up, falling on her cute little butt. "Fuck." He mutters.
"What do you think, Lily?" Lucy asks as she wraps an arm around her.
"I love it here. It's so warm and beautiful."
"Oh, I know. Your mom and I loved living here. I think she would be happy to see you here."
"You think?"
"Yeah." Lucy smiles, tucking Lily's hair behind her ear.
"Mom, I'm gonna ride my bike the rest of the way." Michael says from behind them. Lily looks up at Michael, her cheeks heating up.
"Oh okay. Lily did you want to ride?" Lily's eyes widen, her face turning bright red. Michael swallows hard, his eyes scanning her body before he can stop himself. His eyes met hers.
"I-I, uh- Maybe next time." She squeaks out.
"Okay." Lucy says, giving her a confused look before calling for Sam to get back in the car.
Lily stares out the window as they drive away from the center of town. They drove down a dirt road for quite a bit before coming to a large property. There was a small RV off to the side, a wooden shack, some totem poles, dead animals hanging up, a two story home with a deck on the second floor. "That room up there will be yours, Lily." Lucy says, pointing out the deck. "I figured you'd like to have the deck to yourself. It used to be your mother's and I's room."
"Oh, I don't have to-"
"No, really, I don't mind. Unless, of course you'd rather sleep somewhere else."
"Can… Can Michael and I share a room? It's hard for me to sleep."
"Yes, I already told grandpa. You both will have that room. It's another reason why I gave it to you, it's bigger."
"Okay, thanks." Lily blushes. Lucy parks the car and gets out. "Lucy says that's our room." Lily tells Michael, pointing up to the deck.
"Oh. Cool." Michael says. He takes her hand, lacing their fingers together. "This place is pretty creepy, right?"
"Yeah… It's a bit… strange." Lily admits. "I can't imagine my mom living here."
"Come on, Nanook." Sam says, opening the door to let his dog out. They all look around before noticing an old man laying on the front porch, seemingly dead. Lucy starts forward.
Lily stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the body, her heart in her throat. "Dad?" Lucy calls as she crouches down beside him. "Dad?"
"Looks like he's dead." Sam says, causing Lily's eyes to fill up with tears.
"No he's just a deep sleeper."
"If he's dead can we go back to Phoenix?" Lily burst into sobs.
"Goddamn it, Sam." Michael snaps, moving quickly to the crying redhead. "Shh, Lily, it's okay."
"Sam, you should know better." Lucy scolds, causing Sam to roll his eyes.
"Oh! I didn't mean to make her cry!" Grandpa says as he quickly sits up. "I was only playing dead."
"It's okay. It's just been hard for her." Lucy tells her father as Michael soothes the girl.
"It's okay, shh, look he's okay. See? He's alive. Not dead. Don't listen to Sam, okay?" She sniffles and walks timidly towards her grandfather.
"I'm still breathing, dear." She jumps him, wrapping her arms around the old man and breaking into more sobs. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to upset you." He rubs her back, looking at them with a guilty and regretful face.
It takes a bit, but she eventually calms down, feeling extremely embarrassed about her meltdown. Michael, having expected this, distracted everyone with unloading the car. While they unload, Michael brings Lily inside the house. The house was rather beautiful if not for all the stuffed dead animals and antlers lying around. He brought her upstairs to their bedroom. It was a large room with an equally large bed, it had to be a king size. It had dark green sheets with a gray quilt with an arrowhead pattern on it. There were two bedside tables, one with a groovy lava lamp and the other with a clock. There were two dressers stuck in opposite corners, a large wardrobe, and two french doors leading out to the deck.
"Well, home sweet home… I guess." He says as he looks around the room.
"No closet." Lily points out.
"That's what the wardrobe is for. We also have two dressers, so we shouldn't have too much to put in the wardrobe. We'll put mostly jackets, pants, and shirts in there. The rest will go in the dressers."
"Okay."
"Let's unpack." They work on unpacking their clothes, putting them away in their respective places. Michael took to hanging up all of Lily's photos that she got from her parent's old house, while Lily took to putting her art supplies on top of her dresser. She'd need to get her easel from the car along with her canvas, but she'd get those later.
"Well, it's starting to feel like home." Lily says before falling back on the bed. Michael chuckles, staring down at her. "What?"
His smile faltered. "Nothing, come on." He starts out the door before she can even blink. She sighs and drags herself up, starting down the stairs and helping unload the car. She put her easel on the deck, under the roof, a perfect place to paint. Michael helped her bring the heavy trunk up to the deck and rest it beside her easel. The trunk had all her paints and her small canvas. She took the larger canvas and put those in the back of the wardrobe, laying them down on the bottom of it.
Lily and Michael begin to help Sam unpack the rest of the things, bringing them into the kitchen to sort out later. "This is a pretty cool place." Michael admits as they walk. Lily was paying more attention to Michael carrying around his weights, he was pretty strong.
"Yeah, for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre." Sam says in a grumpy tone.
"Come on, Sam. Give mom a break." Michael scolds.
"What's wrong with this picture?" Sam asks, causing Lily to frown and stare at him. "There's no tv. Have you seen a tv? I haven't seen a tv, Mike. You know what it means when there's no tv? There's no MTV."
"Sammy, we're flat broke." Michael says, lifting his weights some before putting them down.
"You're not the only one upset, Sam." Lily says quietly. "Your mom's been through a lot. She just got a divorce. This is just as hard if not harder on her."
"How would you know?" Sam scoffs.
"Sam, watch it." Michael scolds.
"Whatever, I call the big room." He takes off running.
"Mom already picked out the rooms!" Michael yells before glancing over at Lily. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to go grab some more things. Go play with Sam." Michael sighs, but leaves her be, giving her a quick kiss to the forehead before walking out. She grabs some more things before heading back inside with Lucy in front of her.
"Mom, you got to help me." Sam laughs, running down the stairs.
"Soon." Lucy says. Michael runs after Sam. "Hey, guys, no running in the house!" Lucy yells. The boys stop dead at the sight of grandpa's taxidermy room.
"Rules!" Grandpa calls. "We got some rules around here." He leads the three teens into the kitchen and opens the fridge. "The second shelf is mine." He lifts the sign that says 'old fart' that hides the second shelf, revealing a shelf filled with goodies. "That's where I keep my root beers and my double thick oreo cookies." He tells them, while Michael stares out the window. "Nobody touches the second shelf but me." He closes the fridge. "Now," He starts out of the kitchen, while Michael snaps to get Sam's and Lily's attention. They look out the window and at Sam's confused look Michael makes a smoking a joint motion, causing Sam to give quiet snickers.
"Don't touch anything." Lily hears grandpa say. "Everything is exactly where I want it to be."
"Hey, grandpa, is it true that Santa Carla is the murder capital of the world?" Michael asks, causing Lily to grip his hand.
"Uh, well, there are some bad elements around here." Grandpa admits.
"Wait a second, let me get this straight. Are you telling me that we moved to the murder capital of the world? Are you serious, grandpa?" Lucy walked in on the conversation at this point.
"Well, now, let me put it this way. If all the corpses buried around here was to stand up all at once, then we'd have one hell of a population problem." Sam gave Michael a look, causing Michael to grin.
"Great, dad." Lucy sighs before starting up the stairs. Lily moves after her, taking some things. "Oh, thank you, Lily."
"It's no problem, Aunt Lucy." She is quiet for a moment before continuing. "Every place is dangerous, but as long as you're careful then there is no problem. I really do believe this place will be a chance at a fresh start. I'm looking forward to living here. This… This feels right." Lucy smiles.
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Lily smiles and places the things down in Lucy's room before giving her aunt a hug. "Oh, what's this?"
"I just thought you needed a hug. You've been through so much and I really appreciate all you've done for me."
"Oh, honey, you never have to thank me. We're family. We look out for one another." The two women smile. "I am going to go into town tonight to look for a job. Why don't you go and get ready."
"Okay." Lily smiles before heading down to her room.
Lily slips into her room and begins looking for clothes to wear down at the pier. She would be riding the bike with Michael, so she chose to wear pants. The pants are skin tight leather pants. They hug her ass and mold to her legs. She had on a black Mötley Crüe tank top that stopped at her midriff. She has a black leather vest over it. She also wore a pair of black combat boots that had a ton buckles on them. She had a rocker style and wore dark clothes more than anything. She left her hair down and only put on red lipstick that matched her hair. She put on dark red lipstick, which matched her hair and did smokey eye makeup. She didn't use blush, she had a natural glow to her skin, and there was no need for cover up because she had clear smooth skin. She did thick mascara to make the smokey look even bolder. This was her go to makeup design.
Once she was done she made her way downstairs. The boys had finished bringing everything in and finished unpacking the necessities, they would do the rest tomorrow. Her eyes met Michael's, who looked at her with wide eyes. She always looked equally badass and sexy. "Wow, you look nice." Lucy smiles, causing Lily to smile. Lucy was always so cool. She didn't judge anyone and was very supportive. Lily's parents were always a bit wary of her fashion sense, her father thought it would lead to trouble and her mother thought Lily was rebelling, but it was just Lily's style. Lucy got that and it made Lily always happy.
"I'm riding my bike." Michael says.
"Can I ride with you?" His eyes met hers.
"Yeah, sure. Come on." They split off and started for the boardwalk. Lily held on tightly to Michael, enjoying the wind as it blows her hair around wildly. She always loved riding motorcycles. She felt as if she was flying. She never felt more free than when she had a bike beneath her. She felt daring, sexy, strong. She was sad when they finally arrived. She could ride that bike for hours, but she was excited to see what the boardwalk had to offer.
"I'm going to go look around for a job." Lucy tells them. "Meet me here at ten. Michael, I want you to keep Lily and Sam close by you at all times."
"I will, mom." Michael says. "Promise."
"Good luck looking at finding a job." Lily whispers.
"I'm not a baby." Sam whines.
"Alright, have fun." Lucy smiles before leaving them.
"You don't need to watch me." Sam says, but Michael ignores them. "I can look after myself."
"Come on." Michael grabs Sam and leads him through the crowds.
"I'm old enough to be alone."
"Sam, enough." Michael huffs. "Look, there's a concert going on. Why don't we go watch some?" He entangles his fingers with Lily's, holding her hand tightly.
"Fine." Sam grumbles. Michael rolls his eyes and gives Lily a look, which makes her giggle. It's the sweetest sound in the world.
"You look beautiful." He whispers in her ear as they slipped into the crowd and watch the band. She moves to stand in front of him, his hands falling to her hips and pressing his chest against her back. "Even more beautiful." She blushes.
"Thank you." He closes his eyes, breathing in her scent. She smelt of cinnamon and vanilla, it instantly made him hard. He buries his face into her neck, her skin smelling of that sweet vanilla, while her hair had that sharp crisp scent of cinnamon. "Michael." She threads her fingers into his hair, bringing him closer to her. He presses against her, breathing her in. This was bad. He should be touching her like this. Her skin felt so soft and warm. His hands moved further up, resting on her stomach. He just wanted to move them up higher and take her fat round breasts into his hands. His mouth aches to suck those hard nipples. He shouldn't be thinking such lustful things about his cousin, but he couldn't stop himself. One of his hands slipped further down, teasing the edge of her pants. Her breath catches and she pushes back against him, her ass now hugging his bulge. She whimpers at the hardness. They shouldn't be doing this.
They were oblivious to those around them, lost in their own world. Falling further and further into depravity. Thankfully Sam is focused on the concert and not his brother and cousin who were toeing the line of right and wrong. Michael slips his fingers beneath her jeans. "Hey, Michael, that girl's totally checking you out." Their breath caught and they quickly pulled away from one another, turning to Sam in fear. He didn't notice their flush faces or their close proximity. His eyes were on some brunette in the distance. The girl was pretty. She had a wild mess of brown curls with even darker brown eyes. She had naturally dark tan skin that had a bit of a sickly paleness to it. She was definitely pretty, but she wasn't Michael's type. He preferred his girls to be pale white with red hair and light eyes. He prefers Lily.
"So?" Michael says, trying to will his erection away.
"So she's pretty."
"She's alright." Michael says as he looks down at Lily.
"Alright? She's gorgeous."
"She's not my type." The two cousins stare at each other. Both were still flush, she was soaked and sticky between her legs and he was hard as steel in his pants. There were so many emotions shining in their eyes. Regret, lust, love, affection, pain, anger. They were everything the other wanted, but could never have.
"Not your type? Are you insane?" Michael huff and looks at Sam, their eyes meeting.
"If you think she's so great then go after her. She's leaving now." Sam's eyes shot back towards the girl. Sam hurries off after the girl, causing Michael to roll his eyes. He looks back at Lily. "Lil-" She took a step back. "Lily…" Hurt fills his eyes.
"Mikie… I just need some space."
"Lily, please." He goes to grab her hand, but she shies away. "I'm sorry." He whispers.
"I know. Me too." She turns and disappears into the crowd, leaving him staring after with a broken heart.
Lily moves through the crowd, tears filling her eyes. She loved Michael, more than anything in the world, but she couldn't love him the way he wanted. Or how she wanted. They were cousins. It was wrong. She couldn't. She blinks back the tears, not wanting to have her makeup run next. She found a carousel, she hadn't been on one of those since she was a kid. She hops on just before the ride starts to move. She took a seat on a black horse with a red mane. It's not the same as a motorcycle, but it was enjoyable. The wind brushes her hair back off her shoulders and dries her eyes. A soft smile comes to her lips.
She rides for a few minutes in peaceful silence before the feeling of being watched begins to rise. She looked around before she spotted the source. It was a boy that looked to be sixteen at most. He had curly blonde hair and the most killer patch jacket that Lily has ever seen. As his baby blue eyes met her storm grey ones, she felt her breath catch. Everything seemed to fade around them until all she saw was this boy with his angelic face and Cheshire grin. He bites his thumb to hide that grin, his cheeks slightly pink and an almost shy look in his eyes. She smiles softly at him and it seems that that was all he needed as an invite. He makes his way towards her. "Hey." He says, his voice quiet and smooth, like butter. It sends butterflies rushing through her. She never had any interest in boys, not until Michael and she never thought she would have any interest in anyone else, but something about this boy screamed at her. She wanted—no need to be closer to him.
"Hi." She whispers back. His smile grows, but his hand stays in front of his face. "Stop, you have a nice smile." She says in a gentle tone as she moves his hand away from his mouth. He blushes further.
"Thanks." He was a bit shy, it only made him more endearing. "I'm Marko."
"Lily." The two smile stupidly at each other. If anyone saw them they'd surely make fun of them. They look like idiots just grinning at one another.
"Are you here for summer break?" Marko asks. "I don't remember seeing you around here before. I usually have a pretty good memory."
"I just moved here with my family."
"Oh." Could he smile any wider? "That's great." It's her turn to blush now.
"Do you live around here?"
"Yeah just on the edge of town with my brothers."
"What about your parents?" She asks. His face darkens and she suddenly realizes how bad that question was. Here she was, an orphan, and asking someone else the same thing she didn't want to answer. "I'm sorry, that's none of my business."
"It's okay… they're gone." He says it with a shrug of indifference, but she can't mistake the pain in his eyes.
"Mine too." She tells him. "How old are your brothers?" She asks, trying to change the subject.
"The oldest is David. He's twenty three. Next is Dwayne, he's twenty one. Then there's Paul, he's nineteen. I'm sixteen." She called that. "And then there's Lettie. He's five."
"Where are they?"
"My older brothers are getting food for us. Lettie's with his sitter, Star."
"I have two cousins. Michael's eighteen and Sam's fifteen. Sam's chasing some girl and Michael…" She trails off as she thought of her cousin. She hated seeing his dark blue eyes having so much pain in them when she walked away.
"You okay?" Marko asks.
"Yeah… my cousin and I are just having a spat." If wanting to fuck your cousin, but rejecting him anyways is them having a spat.
"I'm sorry." She just shrugs. She doesn't want to get into it. How do you try to explain to someone that you may very well be in love with your cousin? You can't. So she would rather not talk about it. He seems to understand that. "Where were you from originally?"
"Originally I grew up in Louisiana, but my parents… I moved in with my cousins last year. They were living in Phoenix, Arizona. But my aunt just divorced her husband so we moved here to live with her father, my grandfather." Marko nods, listening to what she is saying. Not many guys actually listen to a girl. Michael always listened.
She tries to shake the thought of the brunette out but it's as if he is dug into her brain and the only way to get rid of him was to cut that piece out. "I'm originally from New York City. I move out here with my brothers. It feels as if we've been here forever, but…" He shrugs, letting the sentence trail off.
"It must be nice living with all your brothers and one sister. No parents, no rules, no responsibilities. Although it must be a bit lonely, isn't it? Without your parents."
"My parents weren't really much to boast about." He says. She understands immediately. His parents weren't like hers and she decides it's best to just let it go. "It's been me and my brothers for a long time. Only recently did Star join, but… She's not like us. She doesn't really fit in. She doesn't even try to. She's just with us because we protect her and take care of her." Marko says and she can see just how much he dislikes the 'sister'.
"She's a freeloader."
"Exactly." Marko agrees. "David had a thing for her. That's why we invited her in, but once she got to know us she decided she didn't like us anymore. Now she just sits around doing nothing and bitching about everything." His cheeks turn pink. "I'm sorry. You don't even know me. I shouldn't be telling you all my problems."
"I don't mind. Sometimes it helps to talk about your problems. Even if it's with a stranger." He smiles and moves closer to her so that he's leaning against the horse and looking up at her.
"It's so easy to talk to you." He says, causing her to smile.
"I'm glad. I enjoy talking with you, Marko." He smiles back, this time not hiding that beautiful smile.
"Rides over. Come on." He places his hands on her waist and picks her up, placing her down on the ground once more. She is surprised by his strength. He is rather short and thin, he doesn't look all that strong, but he showed no strain as he lifted her up. She finds he is the same height as her. Most girls would have a problem with that, but not Lily. She doesn't like heels, they're uncomfortable and quite dangerous, so she doesn't have to worry about being taller. She feels the woman should always be shorter or the same height as the men. It's only her opinion, but she finds it weird when the girl is taller. So Marko being the same height as her is fine because she doesn't wear heels.
He smiles and takes her hand in his before leading her off the ride. Even though he's wearing gloves she can still feel the coldness of his skin. She finds it weird, but he doesn't seem to be troubled by it, so she dismisses it. "Do you know what time it is?" She asks. "I promised my aunt that I'd meet her back at the car at ten." He pulls out a pocket watch, which is very worn and old. It still is shiny as if it is polished daily and parts of it looks as if it had been replaced over the years. He opens it up to look at the time.
"Oh…"
"What?" She peers over his shoulder to see that it's already closing in on 10:30. "Shit." She curses. "I'm sorry to just leave, but…"
"But you have to go."
"Yeah."
"It's okay. It's a small town. I'll see you around." He says, giving her a toothy grin. She can't help but notice how sharp his teeth look, giving him an almost dangerous air, but she finds herself growing aroused by the danger rather than fearful. His smile changes and his eyes darken. A strange tension begins to rise and she finds herself drawing closer to the boy. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her breath quick and heavy. His blue eyes fall to her lips before he wraps an arm around her waist, drawing her further into him. She doesn't fight him. It's almost as if she is in a trance, compelled to get closer to the beautiful boy. She leans over, he does the same, and then their lips meet. It's an experience one can never truly do it justice with explaining. It's as if fireworks are going off in the background, sparks shooting off as their lips mold and move together in perfect sync. Heat rushes down her body, leaving a pleasant burn in its wake before settling between her legs. Her pussy clenched in need to be full, aching with want, soak with her arousal. His hand cups her ass cheek, fondling it and squeezing it. His other hand is gripping the back of her neck, almost possessively. One of her hands moves into his hair, tangling her fingers in the curly strains, while the other grips his back, digging her shoulders into his jacket. The kiss is hungry and intense. He's dominating her lips, his tongue laying claim over the warm cavern of her mouth. His lips are ice cold and his tongue isn't any better, but it only makes her grow hotter. She struggles to keep up with the fast bruising kiss. She never wants it to end, but she needs to breathe.
She pulls away, panting and struggling to get in the air she desperately needs. The boy makes a sound that almost sounds like purring as he begins to kiss her neck, licking and sucking the soft flesh. "Marko." She moans. He nibbles on her jugular, causing her to cry out and cling to him desperately. He senses her arousal increase and begins to attack that spot with a feverous desire. His ice cold tongue running across her fiery hot skin, causing the same effect of an ice cube in your pussy. She whimpers and moans, squirming against him and her legs shaking. He bites a bit harder and that's all it takes before she climaxes. She gasps and moans, clinging to him desperately. He holds her to him, just breathing her in.
"Are you okay?" His voice is so deep and rough. She can feel him hard as steel against her hip. It's not fair for her not to return the favor. She grabs his hand and with shaky legs she leads him off in a deserted alleyway. He gives her a confused look before she drops to her knees. "Lil-" He hisses out a breath as she unbuckles his pants. "You don't have to— especially not in some dirty alley. I'm fine— fuck." He groans as she takes him in her hand. His cock is just as cold as his hands, lips, and tongue. He is impressive. About ten inches long when fully hard and two inches thick. His balls are the size of tennis balls and are swollen and full of his delicious cum. There's no way she will be able to take him fully into her mouth, but she was willing to try. She had no experience with blow jobs but given time and practice she swears one day she'll take his entire cock into her mouth.
She begins running her hand up and down his cock, lowering her mouth to take one of his balls into her mouth. He cries out as she sucks the hard ball, gently caressing his cock. "Harder." He croaks out, tightening her grip on his cock, so that it is squeezing him and pulling aggressively. She's afraid of hurting him, but he seems to be enjoying the roughness. He's whimpering and struggling to hold still as she pleasures him. She pops the ball out of her mouth and takes the next one. "I-I like teeth, just be careful." He pants. She is very careful as she lets her teeth skim his balls. He whines and thrusts in her hand. She moves back and lets the ball go. She takes a moment to take in his cock. It has dark pulsing veins and the head is purple in color and drips steadily with precum. She takes a deep breath before she begins to take him into her mouth. "Fuck!" She closes her eyes moaning in pleasure as the taste of him explodes into her mouth. The precum is salty, but delicious. She is craving the fast of his real cum. She begins to bob her head quickly, trying to get him to finish as quickly as possible so she can enjoy her reward. His hand grips her head, nails digging in and fingers entangling with the strands. She takes as much as she can without choking and uses her hand to rub the rest. Her free hand begins to massage each ball. She lets her teeth skim across his cock and she hums softly to send vibration up. The boy is struggling to hold still for her, whining and moaning, tears rolling down his cheeks at the pure intensity of her hot lips and mouth surrounding his cold icy cock. "Lily!" With a final cry, he explodes. His thick, sticky, ice cold cum fills her mouth in seconds. It taste so salty, but it also has a sweetness to it, like a hint of berries mixed into the salty flavor. It tastes so good that it makes her keep sucking and swallowing to get as she can from him. She keeps going even after he softens. He whimpers and pulls her off, overly sensitive.
"How was it?" She asks nervously. "I've never…" She blushes. Marko stares down at her with eyes as big as dinner plates, his jaw hanging almost to the floor. He's breathing heavily, completely flush and tear stains on his cheeks.
"That… was… your… first time… doing… that?!" He pants. "Holy mother of fuck." He leans his head back and stares up at the sky. "I can't even imagine what having experience would be like with you. You are incredible. That was incredible. I can barely feel my legs." He slides down the wall, staring at her in such awe and shock that it makes her embarrassed. He pulls her onto his lap and gives her a gentle and chaste kiss. They stay there for a moment, just enjoying the embrace before Lily reluctantly pulls away.
"I really do have to go." He nods and they share one more kiss before she gets up. She makes a face as she feels the cum in her underwear and pants. Thank god it's dark and her pants are leather, it won't show as much, but it's going to be a bitch cleaning these pants. "Bye Marko." He just gives her a dazed smile from the ground. She moves away and begins to quickly hurry towards the parking lot.
As she draws closer she finds Michael and Sam. "Hey, guys." She greets. Michael turns to her and her heart aches as she sees the pain mixed with joy in his eyes. He missed her, but he hates how he has to pull back.
"You gotta be kidding me." They both turn as they hear Sam's angry grumble. He's staring at a group of bikers. She looks over at them. The girl from before, the curly haired brunette is climbing onto the back of one of the bikes. She can see Marko among the bikers, still looking a bit dazed. How'd he get here before her? He had to have taken a shortcut or something. But if he did then why didn't he tell her about it? Her attention is pulled back to the girl as Sam begins to whine.
"What does she see in that loser? Why does all the pretty girls go for idiots?" She looks back at the girl and takes in the guy she's riding with. This man has platinum blonde hair in a mullet and his eyes are the color of ice and just as cold. He is pale white and dressed all in black. Jeans, shirt, trench coat, fingerless gloves, leather jacket, motorcycle boots, all of it black. He looks to be the leader, the others looking to him and he seems the most dangerous, but something about him is alluring. She almost feels safe with him near. She doesn't feel as if he is a danger to her.
Her eyes met his and suddenly everything fades into the background. Her breath catches and her heart pounds. Her kissy aches and clenches once more, heat pooling down there. "Come on. She stiffed you." Michael says to Sam, but she can't pull her eyes off the man. He grins and lets out a soft chuckle, too quiet for her to hear, which is rather disappointing.
The other guys take off, the platinum blonde gives her another once over before following after the others. "Come on, let's go. We need to meet mom." Michael says as he takes her hand in his and leads Sam and her away. She can't help but think of both Marko and the icy eyed man she saw him with. Those had to be his brothers, so that meant the girl was Star. He did say that David had a thing for her. Was David the icy eyed devilish man? The possible leader? She isn't sure, but something tells her that she's going to find out.
"I'm sorry." Michael says, drawing her eyes up to him and suddenly all thoughts of the others become just background noise. All she sees is Michael now.
"It's okay." She whispers, squeezing his hand. "We're fine, Mikey."
"We're far from fine, Lily." Her heart drops. "I…" He sighs. "I love you." Her heart breaks.
"I love you too." They share a broken look. They both knew their love wouldn't be enough. It's wrong. "And I'm sorry too." He nods.
"Let's go home." She nods and gets onto his bike.
An: Normally I'm more of a Sam fan than a Michael fan, but for this story I felt more in favors of Michael because of the incest aspect. Michael is the big brother, he is the protector. Sam is the little brother, so he is used to being protected. With everything that Lily went through she needed someone to protect her. Sam is younger and lacks the maturity. Michael is older and more mature, so I thought he was better. She would turn to Michael for protector and comfort rather than Sam. So I changed the story up. I am giving Sam Michael's role and making Michael completely different. The Frogs will show up in this story, but not in the same way as it did. This will follow the movie loosely. I am changing things around. You'll understand as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy this story.