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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 Two

Lily slept awful that night. Her dreams were filled with Marko, Michael, and the icy eyed man. Lustful, sinful, amazing dreams. When she wakes up in the morning her pussy is soaked and Michael is laying behind her, his hard cock bulging in his underwear and pressing right against her ass. Oh, how she wishes she can just pull those underwear down with her own and ride that cock. She closes her eyes and for a moment she gives into her desires, grinding down onto that hard cock, but she forces herself to stop. She can't. It's wrong. They can't. She pulls away, fighting the urge to whimper at the loss of his heat and the overwhelming heady scent. She looks down at Michael. He's sleeping in nothing but boxer briefs that hugged him. He has a big bulge and the front is wet from the precum. His body is tight and toned, years of being on the football team and lifting weights really gave him an excellent body. She wants to just run her tongue all over him. Oh, how amazing it's be to drop chocolate onto him and lick him clean.

She fights back the urge and grabs some clothes for today. She decides to wear a pair of short black shorts, a black Metallica muscle shirt with her black bikini underneath. She slips on some flip flops and pulls her hair into a ponytail, placing her sunglasses on top of her head. She wants to spend the day down on the boardwalk so she packs a backup of supplies. Her sunscreen, two towels, Michael's swim trunks, her Walkman, a book, her wallet, and her combat booties to wear later that night with a pair of socks. She makes her way over to Michael and shakes him awake. "Mikey, get up. I want to go to the beach. Can you take me, please?" He sighs and opens his eyes.

"Get me coffee and I will."

"Get dressed and I will." He nods and she smiles before making her way downstairs to get him his coffee. "Morning, Aunt Lucy." She greets as she makes her way through the kitchen.

"Good morning, Lily. I was just telling Sam that I have a shift at noon, so I can drop you guys off at the boardwalk if you want."

"Oh, so you found a job?" She asks.

"Yeah, it's at a store called Video Max. They rent movies and sell tvs."

"Sounds great."

"It is. My boss is really nice."

"Nice?" Lily grins. "Is he also cute?"

"Ew, Lily. Gross." Sam says, causing her to roll her eyes. He may be fifteen and getting into girls now, but he can still be so childish at times.

"Ignore him. So is he?" Lucy only blushes, which is answer enough. "What time do you get off?"

"Ten." Lucy says, looking relieved to get the attention off her attraction to her boss.

"Great. Do you mind if I leave my bag in your car later so I don't have to carry it around all night long?"

"No, I don't mind."

"Great thanks, aunt Lucy." She kisses her aunt's cheek. "Don't let Sam bother you. You should totally go for it. You deserve to be happy." Lily whispers before heading out of the room with Michael's offer. "Your moms going to drive Sam down because she has to be into work at noon. But I was thinking if you're ready then we can go now. That means we have about three hours before Sam joins us." She says as she looks at the clock. It's 8:30 now so by the time they get to the beach it'll be nine.

"I'm ready." He says. "I can't find my trunks though."

"I have them. Do you want to wear them down there?"

"No, I'll change when we get there." She nods. "Have everything?"

"Yup."

"Let's go then." He drains the coffee and drops the mug off in the kitchen before leading Lily outside. The ride to the beach is shorter than she would have liked. She enjoys having her arms tightly wrapped around him, her legs pressed against his, her chin nestled in his neck. She sighs in loss as she gets off the bike.

"Here's your shorts. You can change in one of the tents. I'll put your clothes in my bag when you're done." He nods and they go their separate ways. She lays out their towels and puts her flip flop in each bottom corner and her bag at the top of the towel to keep it from going away. She puts her book in the top left corner of Michael's towel and her boots in the top right corner. When Michael returns she has him put his shoes in the bottom corners.

"Want help putting the sunscreen on?" There is a single moment of silence, a tension rising.

"Sure." She takes off her shorts and top, turning and allowing him to put the lotion on. The lotion is cold, but her skin is warm, the contrasting sensation sends shivers and goosebumps along her skin. His hands are rough and calloused. She closes her eyes, biting her lip to keep from moaning.

Michael brings a sense of peace and joy to Lily every minute of every day. She has no idea where she would be without him. The first few months after her parents' death had been some of the darkest in her. She had dreamed of that night over and over again. Months after they were long since buried she dreamt of how she found them, bloody and ruined. Michael is the only one that makes the nightmares disappear. He makes her feel safe and as if she isn't alone. That was how all this started.

Now, just the smallest touch makes her hungry. The barest word makes her breath catch. The simplest glance has her heart racing. When he finishes applying the lotion she nearly moans from the loss of his wonderful hands. "I know we always ignored it and never said it out loud, but I have to. Lily I can't keep this all bottled up." She turns to him as he says that. "I love you."

"Mikey-"

"No, Lily, I-I just need to get this out once and then I'll never talk about it again. Please." She can see just how desperate he is, how much pain he is carrying.

"Okay."

"The day I met you… I thought you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Her cheeks turn a vibrant red under his praises, she smiles shyly up at him. "Your hair is so soft," He whispers as he runs a hand through the thick strands. "And the color is gorgeous. I have never seen anyone's hair naturally that color red. It's so vibrant and it's the first thing I noticed about you. Then it was your eyes. Your eyes are just as unique as your hair. They look like storm clouds and when you get emotional I swear lightning is flashing in them. Your skin," She closes her eyes as he runs his fingers across her cheek and down her neck. "It's so soft and warm. It's as if no matter how cold it is outside you're always so hot. Like a furnace. The color just makes your hair seem to glow and your eyes pop. Your body," Her breathing is heavy as she feels get closer, her eyes still closed. "I love your legs." She gasps as she feels his calloused hand on her thigh. "I love how long they are and how thick and fit your thighs are." He squeezes the thick thigh, causing her to bite her lip. "There's so many nights I dream about those legs wrapped around my head." A whimper escapes her at his whispered words in her ear, his hot breath caressing her neck. "Your hips. I love your wide round hips." His hands move up to her hip, squeezing the soft flesh. "They fit so nicely against me and are perfect for my hands to rest. It's also perfect for you to bare children and fuck," Michael breathes. "When I see your hips all I can think about are little babies with your red hair and my blue eyes or babies with my black hair and your gray eyes." Her heart aches as she thinks about that very image. "I love your flat, smooth stomach." She gasps as his rough hands caress her stomach. "It's so easy to wrap my arms around you and feel that warm smooth stomach. Your arms are slim, but athletic. I like that you're strong and capable. It makes me worry less for your safety." He tells her as his fingers run down her arms. "Your hands," One of his hands takes her and laces their fingers together. "They're so soft and always smell of your strawberry cream. They fit so perfectly in mine." She leans against him, unable to stop herself. "I love your fingers, they're so long and delicate." He groans. "I dream of those fingers wrapping around my cock." She squeezes her thighs together, desperate for some relief. "Your breasts," She can't stop the moan from escaping as he cups a breast through her bikini top. "They're so big and round." She moans louder as he slips his hand beneath the bikini and begins to fondle her breast, his rough thumb rubbing her nipple aggressively, making her whimper and arch back into his thumb. He suddenly pinches it and twists gently, causing her to gasp and her hand shoots out, gripping his thigh. "They're so full. Some days I imagine them full of milk and a little baby suckling them. Some days I wish I could suckle these breasts, taste the rich creamy milk they can provide."

"Michael…" She moans.

His hand suddenly disappear. She opens her eyes to find his face so close to hers. "I love your face. Your eyes are so big and round, I feel like every time you look at me you're seeing right into my very soul. Your nose," He runs a finger down the bridge of it. "It's so cute. It's small and round, like a button. I just want to kiss it." He places a gentle kiss at the tip of her nose. "Sometimes bite it." He gives a little nip to the end, sending a shiver through her body. "I love your round chubby cheeks. It makes you look so innocent and cute. I also love the little dimples that you have." She smiles causing him to smile back. He runs his thumb across each cheek dimple. "I love your lips." Her breath catches as he grows closer. "I love how full and red they are. They're heart shaped and pouty. All I ever want is to taste them, to feel them, to see them wrapped around my cock." He is so close that just an inch more and he would be touching his lips against hers, but he doesn't close in the space. "But I love you for more than your body. I lust for your body. I crave it like an addict craves his next fix. My cock aches and weeps every second of every day to bury itself inside your hot tight pussy. It's probably so wet right now." He groans slightly at the thought. "But I also love you for you. You're so thoughtful and considerate. Ever since you came to live with us all you have been doing is thinking about us. You help my mom out with the chores so she doesn't have to worry about them. You try to keep Sam busy so he isn't in my mom's way. You try to spend time with him and get him involved with our plans so he doesn't feel as if he's being left out or as if he's alone. You are always asking me how I am and if I need anything. Every day you make my day brighter just by you being you. You're also so warm and loving. Even after everything you have been through you're always still smiling and laughing. Seeing you happy makes me happy. It's as if it's contagious. You're also gentle. Treating everything with the utmost care. No matter what it is you always are careful and sweet. I say you have no mean bone in your body but we both know that's not true. When those guys were bullying Sam you didn't even hesitate to punch them in the face. You broke the guy's nose and gave another a black eye and you didn't even think twice about it. You're protective of those you love and when you love you love with your whole heart. You'd die for them. You're so loyal and sweet. I love your body, but I also love you. You and all your kindness and loyalty. I love you." Their eyes met. "It also helps that you have a fantastic ass." She giggles as he says that. His hands falling to said ass. "It's round and big, but also tight from your goddamn yoga." He moans as he thinks about her in those leotards that were also so form fitting. She never wore tights with them and they exposed her entire legs and they were a bit low cut to reveal a great deal of cleavage every time she bends over and her ass seemed to mold with the fabric making it almost seem nonexistent. "I fucken love you, Lily. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone and I will never love anyone as much as I love you. I never believed in that soulmate crap, but after letting you I just can't imagine being with anyone who isn't you. We can ignore this, we can pretend it doesn't exist, we can try dating others, but my feelings will never change. It's you. It's always going to be you." Then suddenly his lips are on hers.

His lips are softer than she thought they'd be and they're warm, they feel as if they're burning against hers. His kiss isn't like Marko's. Marko had been soft and gentle, loving and passionate. This kiss… this kiss is wild and rough. It's desperate and hungry as if Michael can't get close enough and can't take enough from her. He clings to her as if afraid she'd disappear. But maybe she will. Once this kiss is done then that's it. Reality will have come back and this one moment of complete and utter peace will be gone. They can never do this again. Never give into this dark sinful temptation. So she plans to enjoy this moment as long as she can.

She kisses him with everything she got. Just as desperate and just as hungry. She climbs onto his lap and begins to rock against him. His hands fall back down to her ass, gripping it tightly and forcing her to rock faster and harder. He thrusts his tongue into her mouth, the thick warm tongue running against every surface inside that wet cavern. Their tongues fight, both trying to lay claim to the other's mouth. He wins easily and begins to caress her tongue.

Thank god she chose a place far away from everyone else. No one can see or hear them. It can't go beyond this. She so desperately wants his cock inside her, but she can't if they do that then there truly is no forgetting. They can do this, kissing and cutting against one another like animals, but if they cross the line and fuck then there is no going back.

His lips move down her neck, sucking and licking the soft flesh. She moans and picks up her space, grinding down on him with everything she has. She needs more. She needs so much more. She gets off his lap, moving his face back up so she can return to kissing him and she slips her bikini bottoms off. She can't have him inside, she can't, but she needs to feel him. She pulls him out of his trunks. "Lily…." He sounds apprehensive, but also desperate for it just as much as her. She climbs back onto his lap and places his cock against her pussy. She opens her lower lips, letting them cover the base of his cock and she begins to grind down on him once more. "Fuck." He moans.

She moves down on his cock, throwing her head back and moaning. What she is doing is dangerous. She's tempting them both. Just one quick thrust and he'd be inside her, but she needs this. She needs this so badly. He lays her down on the towel, climbing on top of her and holding her arms down above her head. "I love you. I love you. I love you." She moans as he continues to rub his cock against her pussy.

"I'm sorry." She opened her eyes confused and then she felt it. She tempted him too much. She went too far and she knew it the second she took those bottoms off. He thrusts his cock inside her, causing her to gasp and arch up into him. He rips her bikini top off her, taking a fat breast into his mouth and sucking on it like a hungry baby. Both of them are too blinded by their hunger for one another to stop. They never should have had that talk.

He pounds into her like an animal. Turning her over and getting her on her hands and knees. He slams his cock in and out of her tight hole. Her hands dig into the sand and she is screaming his name. His balls slap against her thighs as he pounds in and out of her. The only sound around them is the slick sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin, the squelching of her soaked pussy squeezing his hard sock, the screams and moans of Lily, and the grunting and growling of Michael. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, deepening the angle. "I love you." She moans.

"You're mine." He growls. "You're mine forever. I'm never letting you go. I love you." He bites down on her neck and thrusts as far inside as he can go before exploding. His hot sticky seed paints her walls, leaving her sobbing and climaxing with him.

"Lily! Lily!" Lily opens her eyes to see Michael staring at her with concern. She's laying on the towel, still wearing her bikini and Michael is holding the clothes he was wearing on the drive down here. He is standing beside, staring down with concern. "Are you okay? I was calling your name forever. You fell asleep and wouldn't wake up." It was just a dream. All of it was just a dream. She looks up at him and wants to scream.

"I'm fine." She whispers, looking away.

"Lily-" He goes to touch her, but she recoils.

"Don't." Hurt fills his eyes. "I can't Mikey. I can't do this anymore. Just please… don't touch me." She watches as he swallows and pulls away. Pain, hurt, anger, it all fills him as he puts more and more distance between them. "I'm sorry." She whispers. "But I can't do this anymore. It's too much. I need space." Without a word, he walks away. She hurt him, she knows she did, but this is for the best. If he had touched her then she would have given in. She would have seen to it that her dream came true. It's better this way.

Michael didn't have to ask her what was wrong. He knew. He always knew. It was something that was always on their minds. Ever since he met her she's been burned into his brain. He can't go a second without thinking about her, a night without dreaming of her. If she wasn't his cousin he wouldn't even hesitate. He would fuck her like there was no tomorrow, but he couldn't. She was his cousin and it is wrong to want her like this. Even if they did say fucked it and give in, there were others to think about. It's one thing for them to give into the depravity, but it's another to have others know about their sins. If his mother found out… she would never forgive them. She'd be disgusted by them. She would send Lily away and send him to therapy. It'd be all over. She would know the truth and nothing would be the same. And Sam. God, Sam would never let either hear the end of it. He would be just as disgusted and he'd blame Lily for everything. He would say she corrupted Michael, that she twisted his mind. He would put the sole blame on her and would break her. He would make Lily feel so guilty and regretful. He would make Lily leave on her own regard. Michael couldn't let that happen. Giving into his desire would mean Lily leaving and he couldn't. He loved her and he couldn't be without her.

It's all just so fucked. He wants her, but he can't have her. If he has her, then he loses her. She's his cousin and yet she's the love of his life. She's right to push him away, but it hurts so much. They tried keeping the distance between them, but it's too much. It's getting harder and harder to resist. If he can't have her then he wants to at least have her as a friend and in his life, but he can't. Even that is too much. It just reminds them of what they can't have and makes them want it more.

His mind goes to the bikers last night. They were so cool and free. Just by looking at them he knows none of them ever has to worry about this. They don't listen to rules. They don't let people tell them what to do. They do what they want when they want. They have the freedom of wheels beneath their legs and the courage to see it through. Michael always lacked the courage to go for what he wanted. He always thinks about the consequences.

His eyes fall on a stand selling leather jackets. Maybe it's time he does go for what he wants. Fuck the consequences. He can't live like this. They're going to need to make a choice. Lily made her choice and now, he's making his.

He moved to the stand and a few minutes later he bought a brand new leather jacket. It feels good. It feels right. Already he can see the path before him opening up. He moves to a few stands down. A person is giving piercings. It looks rather intimidating, but he's not going to be afraid. He's done being afraid. He's going to do what he wants when he wants. "It's a rip off." His eyes turn to the woman now standing beside him. It's the girl from the night before. The one Sam was panting for. She's a pretty girl, but he isn't interested. "If you want your ear pierced I can do it." She makes it sound suggestive and he knows that it's not just a piercing she'd gladly do. But he's not interested. His heart, body, mind, and soul only craves one thing and it ain't her.

"Not interested." A look of shock and anger comes into her eyes. She isn't used to rejection and she doesn't like it, but Michael doesn't care. Maybe if the situation was different. If he never met Lily then he would probably have jumped at the idea of getting between this girl's thighs, but now the very idea disgusts him. "I would rather have a professional." He tells her, trying to subtly tell her to leave.

"I'm a professional." She purrs. He moves away and steps up to the guy.

"Which do you want?" Michael sees a cool ancient looking coin and he instantly wants it. It's simple, but cool.

"That one."

"Which ear?"

"My left." He takes a seat down in the chair and the guy readies the gun. It hurts for a split second like a rather large bee sting, but it isn't too bad. He had worse. He gives the guy the money and takes a look in the mirror. It's perfect. Just another step onto the path.

"I told you. I would have done it for free." She says.

"And I told you I wasn't interested." He brushes her off and heads back to the beach. He gave Lily some time and space. He can't give her too much. Too much space and she'll get too many bad ideas in her head.

It's too hot for his jacket right now so he keeps it draped over his arm as he walks down onto the beach where Lily is. She looks up as he walks over. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I get it." He says as he sits down on the towel.

"Holy shit." She gets onto her knees and turns his head to see his ear.

"You like it? I wanted to get one. I thought it would be cool."

"Well, at least if you change your mind you can just take it out and it'll close. It's not like you got a tattoo." She says as she examines the earring. "I think it's cool. It's fitting. Is that a new jacket too?" She asks as she picks up the leather jacket.

"Yeah."

"Put it on." He does and stands up so she can see it. She bites her lip and her cheeks flush. He knows her by now and he knows the signs of arousal. Her eyes darken and her thighs clench. She likes the jacket. It makes him grin down at her, causing her breath to catch. This new bad boy image was making her horny for him, even more so.

"So, do you like it?"

"Yes." She whispers breathily. His grin widens and he shrugs the coat off before pulling his shirt off. I'm going to go swimming. Want to join me?"

"Should you go swimming with a new earring?"

"The salt water will help it." She bites her lip before nodding.

They slowly relax, spending the next two hours swimming. They splash one another and laugh. The tension from before is gone and they're finally seemingly back to normal by the time Sam joins them. "I want to try surfing. We're in California. I have to try it at least once. You want to try, Sam?" Michael asks.

"Uh, no, I'm good. I'm going to go rent one of those rafts." He says.

"I'm going to try and tan this pale white skin." Lily says as she lays down on the towel.

"Not too much." Michael says. "I love that white skin." Their eyes meet and Lily gulps. Michael would normally lower his eyes and leave, but not this time. He is doing what he wants when he wants. Fuck the consequences. His eye ran over her body before meeting her eyes again. "I really do love that skin. Don't burn it." It's mine, went unsaid but he knows she heard the unspoken words because her eyes widened.

"Michael…" What got into you? Is what she wants to say. Truthfully, Michael doesn't know, but having her push him away just snapped something inside him. He's done fighting this. Done being pushed away and hurt. Those boys from last night can't seem to leave his mind. They're important. He doesn't know who they are or how they're important, but he knows they are. Seeing them makes him want to be like them. Free, brave, bold. He's going for what he wants and he knows Lily will only need a little convincing to follow him. She'd follow him to hell if he asks and they both know it. It goes both ways though, which is why he has to tread carefully. If she tells him to stop and leave her alone then he will. He doesn't want to, but for her he'd do anything.

Lily has no idea what got into Michael. He left hurt and angry, but he returned determined and honest. It worries her. She has no idea what he's thinking or what he's planning. But she can't help but want him more. Seeing him so fearless and determined made her wet. To see that earring and him wearing that jacket only makes her soak. She wants him badly and he isn't making it any better. He's making it all worse. Is that his plan? To make her break and give in? He has to know how bad that is? They're family would never forgive them. She's still only sixteen. She'll be sent away.

She pushes those thoughts away for now. She doesn't want to think about it. She watches Sam and Michael in the water. Sam is on his raft holding his comic book up in the air and reading it. It's probably not the best idea to be doing, but Sam doesn't seem to care. Michael is trying to surf. He's doing a decent job. He's always been the athletic one. He gets the hang of it after a few minutes and begins to surf the small waves.

Some surf nazis go by Sam, drenching him and the comic. Even from here she can see the pages begin to ruin. Sam is beyond pissed. She looks for something to help dry the pages and save the book. The only thing she has is another towel. "Did you see that? They ruined my comic! Fucken assholes."

"Let me see if I can fix it. I have a towel. I can try to dry it off and-"

"I can do it myself." Sam rips the towel out of her hands and moves away to dry it. She's been trying for the last year to be friends with Sam, but he has only seemed to have her more. She has no idea what she did to him. She has always been nice and welcoming to him. She tries to get him involved with everything she and Michael are doing, but it only seems to make him hate her more.

A shout has her looking out at the water again just in time to see Michael get knocked into the water by some surf nazis. "This is our beach! Our beach, our waves, loser!" She can hear them tell Michael once he surfaces. Anger fills her as she hears that. She takes a moment to memorize their faces, promising revenge whenever she gets a chance.

"Are you okay?" She asks, more demands, as he walks over.

"I'm fine. Are you done for the day? Beach is getting crowded and the sun's starting to set."

"Yeah go return that board and float. I'll park up and get all this to the car." She slips her clothes back on and begins to pack everything up. Sam is still angry and is taking it out on her.

"Why don't you just leave then if you don't want to be here." She finally asks, all but done with his attitude.

"He's my brother!" He shouts at her. "He's mine. Not yours! Ever since you've come here you're always around. You're all he talks about and he never wants to hang out with just me. He's always with you! He was mine first and you stole him."

"Sam-"

"Fuck you. I hate you. I wished you had died with your parents." She flinches as if she's been slapped.

"What the fuck Sam?!" Michael says as he storms over. "What's your problem?"

"See! This is what I mean!" Michael ignores Sam's words.

"If you ever say that to her again you'll regret it." The threat hung heavy in the air. Sam gave a hollow laugh.

"I hate you." He says to her before storming off.

"Are you okay?" Michael asks. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Why does he hate me so much? I never did anything to him." She sobs. Michael pulls her into his arms and held her tightly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She buries her face in his chest, breathing in the comforting smell of his scent. "Sam's just an idiot. He's not used to sharing. He's taken this whole moving thing and you living with us hard. He's just an idiot, ignore him." If only they knew just how real Sam's words were. His hatred for her is strong and if only they realized what he was willing to do to get rid of her.