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Seduction of Summer

Chapter 16: The REAL Seduction of Summer.

It's the way that he makes you feel.
It's the way that he kisses you.
It's the way that he makes you fall in love.
– Sugarcult, Pretty Girl

Suddenly I was conscious that we were still standing… kissing, while the rain was pouring down around us. Maybe it was the cracks of thunder; maybe it was the heat from the bolt of the lightning that struck impossibly close to us, maybe it was the chilly winds and harsh rain.

Or maybe it was a combination of these, but during one moment, I realised that I wanted her, us, out of the storm and into the warm. Pulling apart from her, stopping the spinning, I motioned in the general direction of the Caravan Park, hoping Cass would get the idea.

I was thankful to see her nod at me before running away from the beach towards home. Chasing after her, through wind and rain, I saw her smiling and laughing, and knew that we'd become the same again. That everything would go back to how it should be.

But only after I did one last thing.

Running through the park to the main house, I heard the screen door slam and realised while day dreaming, Cassie must've made it home quicker than me. Hastening my pace, within seconds I had reached the house, but went inside slower and softer than Cassie had obviously done. Taking the time to shut the door behind me carefully, I turned around and caught a towel that had been thrown in my face just in time.

Pulling it down, I saw Cassie smiling widely at me, laughing silently, and challenging me to get her back.

Who could resist a challenge?

Initially I dried my arms and hair with the towel, pretending to ignore her. She began to pout, and I knew now was the time to move if I was to catch her off guard. Dropping my towel and diving towards her, I tackled her over the living room couch and landed on top of her, beginning my tickling assault for a few seconds before saying loudly "Ready to give up now?"

"Never" she screamed, as I began tickling her more. Moments later, through her laughter I could hear a small sound that sounded like "Truce, truce!" So I gave up and climbed off her, kissing her quickly on the cheek before going back to my towel and attempting to dry myself down once more.

Cassie smiled at me before running upstairs, reappearing seconds later, hair tied above her in a towel, a white fluffy robe covering her body. While I finished drying my body she bounced over to the kitchen and put the kettle on, grabbed two mugs and set about making hot chocolate.

I left her for a short while and went upstairs to change. As I came back down, Cassie was still clearly busy in the kitchen so I sat down on the couch, thinking hard about what else needed to be said so I would feel like this was really, truly going to work.

I was interrupted by the whistling of the kettle behind me, and was joined moments later as Cassie sat down next to me and handed me a steaming cup of hot chocolate. She then set about making herself comfortable, placing her feet up on my legs and lying back, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of the chocolate.

Rubbing my hands up and down her legs absentmindedly I searched for the right words to begin this conversation. Cassie looked so content, I wasn't sure I really wanted to potentially ruin this again.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and rubbed them. There was so much I needed to say; so much I'd wanted to say all summer. Everything had made me feel so tired, and I was sick of being tired. Maybe I couldn't be if I was able to say this. Maybe everything would go back if this was said.

"Flynn would be proud of this." I said. "Of us."

I felt Cassie tense beneath me, but I continued. There was no going back now.

"He would've slapped some sense into both of us first, for everything that happened. He would've told me to swallow my pride twenty times over, to apologise to you until you got so sick of me apologising you'd have to forgive me."

I hadn't looked at Cassie yet, I didn't think I'd be able to control my words of I did. So instead, I kept talking, hoping my voice wouldn't break down just yet.

"I would've told him everything. Like I did when you were with Aidan. He already knew how I felt thought. He would've known how to make things better. He always did. That was part of what I loved about Flynn. Watching he and Sal together, it always gave me hope that we'd end up together. He always had the right advice, knew the best thing to fix the situation."

Smiling thought the tears that had come naturally, I continued on, knowing deep down Cassie loved hearing me talk about him.

"He always saw the best in things, you know? Saw the best in people, liked to believe that we could always be better, always improve. And remember how he could always make you laugh. No matter how bad he felt, he would always be the positive upbeat one, making jokes and getting us to laugh. I always thought about how unfair it was for me. To loose someone who'd always been there for me.

He was my dad in every way that mattered. And I was always so angry at the world because they took him away from me. I didn't think about you or Sal or Pippa, or about him and how he felt. Does that make me a bad person Cass?" I said, stuttering through the tears, looking up to finally meet her eyes, which were full of tears too. "Does that make me horrible, only worrying about myself?"

Cass didn't hesitate as she pulled me into her arms and cradled me as I cried. Now she knew. She knew how I felt about everything, and how much it killed me, losing Flynn like that. Having him snatched from us.

When Ric had begun to speak, I hadn't known what to expect. We'd avoided the topic all summer, then for the last week we hadn't been really on speaking terms. My thoughts had been everywhere else but Flynn, and I thought Ric had forgotten that fateful conversation we'd had right back at the beginning of summer.

Oh how wrong I'd been.

He'd opened up without looking me in the eyes. Told me everything I'd wanted to head plus much more. He thought about Flynn too, all the time. Just like me. Now, finally, we might be able to bring him back into our lives. We might be able to honor his memory.

Holding Ric against me, I pulled him closer as he let everything out. This summer had created so much tension and pain, on top of everything that had already happened, and Ric had finally broken down. Now I could be strong for him, just like he'd always been so strong for me.

Slowly, I felt his breathing calm down and the sobs subside. Taking a deep breath, I said "Your neither selfish nor horrible Ric. We were all angry because he was taken away from us. We were all thinking about ourselves. But Flynn was thinking about us. He was always thinking about us. And that's what mattered the most. Flynn always wanted us to live life for him. We shouldn't forget, or try to forget, we should tell Pippa stories, and show her pictures, and live our lives for him Ric. Starting now." I finished, letting go of him and walking to the cabinet.

I knew Ric was staring at me oddly but in my mind I knew what needed to be done. There was something that I was searching for. Digging to the bottom of a box that had been hastily placed in the cabinet, I managed to pull out a thick, leather bound photo album, shouting 'ah ha' triumphantly before moving back over to the lounge and curling up next to Ric. Tenderly opening the cover, together we peered into the album. Written on the front page were there words "Our Memories" with a picture of Sal and Flynn staring into one another's eyes underneath.

Turing the pages slowly, Ric and I looked at the photos we'd seen a million times before, taking in every detail, remembering every story, reliving every memory.

Then there was a noise behind us, followed by a soft "Cas Cas" and a clasping of hands, and before I knew it Pippa had crawled up onto my lap and settled herself, as Sally chuckled quietly behind us.

"What's that?" I heard her ask as she walked closer towards us, but a short gasp let me know she'd figured it out for herself.

"I just thought it'd be good to see them again." I said softly as Sal smiled lightly, as her eyes began to well with tears.

"Mumma, come look." Pippa said gleefully from my lap.

Hesitating slightly before coming to sit on the other side of me, pulling Pippa onto her own lap and hugging her tightly, we slowly flipped thought the pages, allowing Sal to tell a story here and there.

Pippa remained captivated in these stories as she clumsily fingered the various pictures of her father, while Sal pulled her closer. It had never struck me so deeply that one day Pippa would understand that her father wasn't here any more. Then Sal would be asked the inevitable questions. Questions that would break her heart once more.

And while Ric and I had confronted our fears over summer, Sal had yet to face many of her own fears. When that time came, we would do the only thing that we were able to. We'd be there for her. Looking around between the four of us, there was plenty of fear and uncertainty, but there was also love and hope. We were a family and would stick together through thick and thin.

That much I was sure of.

I settled back into Ric's arms and drifted off as Sal began to tell Pippa (and us) another story in her animated voice. This was good.

Running towards the house I felt the rain get heavier which only quickened my pace. I felt amazingly light hearted, like everything had finally been lifted from my shoulders. Luke and I were good. Possibly better than we'd been ever been before. I could feel it in my soul. Suddenly, summer didn't appear to be so bad.

Together we arrived, quite puffed, back at the house making a commotion laughing and joking around as we entered, oblivious to everyone ekse,

"Can you go get towels please?" I asked, smiling sweetly at Luke, watching him roll his eyes at me.

"Back to this again? Maybe I should keep ignoring you" He mocked before pulling me into a tight hug and kissing me lightly on the head.

We stayed like this for a little while before I shivered, letting Luke cast a look of concern in my direction before letting go and walking off to find towels for us. Deciding that mum and Tony needed to know that Luke and I were here, I yelled out "We're home." and waited, expecting a reply. When none came, I walked over to the kitchen table and saw on it a note hastily scribbled in Mum's handwriting.

Gone to Jack and Martha's. Had some
big news to tell us. Will probably wait
out storm. Be good. Love Mum. xoxo

Glancing over the note, I wondered what their big news could be. I was concentrating so hard that I was a little shocked when I felt a pair of arms wrap a towel around my shoulders before hugging me tightly into against their owners body. Closing my eyes in contentment, I let the arms guide me towards the living room could and pull me onto their owners lap where I curled up into a small ball, letting him warm me up by rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

I was being spoiled by Luke today.

A crack of thunder rang through my ears and was followed almost immediately by a bolt of lightning. Then the lights around Luke and I flickered once, twice, three times before flicking off. I heard and felt Luke groan as he pushed me gently off his lap and onto the couch, before (presumably) standing up, muttering about finding matches and candles as I saw his outline begin to shuffle around, feeling his way towards to cupboard where they were held.

Pulling the towel closer around me, trying to warm my body which was now frozen from the wind and rain, I closed my eyes, hoping that if I focused then the cold dampness would go away.

When Luke didn't reappear a few minutes later, and my body still hadn't warmed up, I sighed to myself before pushing up off the couch, and beginning to feel my way in the dark down the hallway to my bedroom, in search for a change of clothes.

As I entered my room I saw there was a faint glow radiating from the ceiling. The glow stars that Luke and I had placed there when we'd first moved in were (for the moment) providing me with enough light to find my way to my drawer and pick out a suitable pajama set.

Hastily stripping off my wet clothing and flinging it into a dirty clothes basket, I pulled on the flannel pajama bottom and tank top I'd picked out, before picking up the towel and attempting to towel dry my soaked hair which was still matted against my face.

Looking up, I caught sight of my faint reflection in the mirror across the other side of the room. While my usually tanned face looked paler than usual, there was a glint, a gleam in my eye that hadn't been there before. Trying to figure everything out, I looked more intently at myself.

I didn't look older. I was still part winging, whining teenager, but on the inside I was older.

Sighing at this realisation, I also resigned myself to the fact my hair would remain damp no matter how much I dried it as I exited the room and slowly walked back into the lounge room, where two things stunned me.

The first was a phone message from Mum, saying she and Tony were going to stay the night at Jack and Martha's because the storm was too rough to drive in, and that they would all come back tomorrow morning to tell us the good news.

The second, and more significant was the way the living room looked by candlelight. It was magical and seductive and so very nearly perfect.

What actually made it perfect was the way Luke was looking at me. His eyes showing an animalistic intent, clouded by pure lust, pure want, pure need. He'd never looked at me like this before, but in being honest, I wasn't sure I wanted him to look at me like this now.

We'd been waiting all summer for this, but we'd been apart all week, in part because of this. I wasn't about to jeopardize this, or open freshly healed wounds just because of how he was looking at me, was it?

Luke began to walk towards me. He was still soaked through, his wet hair almost covering his eyes. Stopping directly infront of me, he looked down and smiled strangely. I looked up into his eyes and was shocked, and a little intimidated by what I saw in them.

He put his arms around me and pulled me close. Breathing in his scent slowly, carefully, savouring the moment before pulling away slightly, saying almost incoherently, "We shouldn't do this Luke. It'll change everything and that might not be a good thing. We're finally all right, better than we have been in a long time. I don't want things to change. I don't want us to change." I finished tearfully, peering up at him.

"I don't want us to change either." Luke replied softly, pulling me closer. "This would be a huge step for us and our relationship and I'm not pushing you at all Maddie. I just want you to know I'll always be here, always and forever. No matter what happens tonight, or tomorrow, or a year from now."

Pulling away from him slightly again, I looked up into his eyes in which I saw reflected love and honesty. Any resolve I had melted away as I looked into those clear blue orbs, the colour of the clear sky after a storm.

And while outside the rain pelted down against the roof with the wind howling in the distance, as the summer storm raged on into the night, inside the room was suddenly full of heat and passion. There was a friction, a tension, something so strong it was almost indescribable. It was like all we wanted to do was touch one another, but touch one another was the only thing we couldn't do.

The moment was long and drawn out. The air was tense. We just stood and stared. Then I reached for her. I pulled her close and kissed her lightly. Maddie stood rigid in my arms for a moment, as if trying to comprehend the meaning of the kiss.

Hell, I wasn't even sure what it meant. This kiss had meant to break the tension, now where was it going to lead? I guess I was about to find out.

Suddenly, Maddie was kissing me back.

Hard. The kiss was filled with need.

With desire.

Stumbling backwards because of the strength behind the kiss, together we somehow ended up on the couch, jumbled in one big mess, limbs everywhere, in complete hysterics.

Apparently nothing ever wanted to go our way.

Pulling Maddie up, she calmed herself down before lying back onto the couch, inviting me, tempting me to begin everything again.

Licking my lips, hoping to moisten them a little, as I suddenly became extremely conscious of the fact they felt very dry, either because this was the moment that was sure to change everything, or simply because Maddie was lying underneath me, in next to no clothing.

My thoughts were interrupted and Maddie leaned up and kissed me, apparently bored of waiting for me to make the first move. As she wrapped her arms around me neck and pulled me closer, I got the feeling she was searching for familiarity in the kiss, in the situation, because everything was about to become new and different. So unfamiliar.

I felt her hands sliding down my back slowly, cautiously. Then as she reached the bottom of my shirt, she tugged gently on the hem, as if testing the water before getting into a bath. Then, after I didn't object to the movement, she began to lift it up, as we broke the kiss only for her to pull my shirt over my head.

We'd been here before. So many times.

But never further.

Tentatively, I moved me hands to the bottom of Maddie's tank top and lightly caressed the visible inch of smooth skin that was exposed between her top and PJ bottoms. Silently, waiting for approval, I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Her mute nod was the only signal I needed before hastily taking off her top and throwing it onto a growing pile.

I'd seen Maddie in less than this. Living next to the beach, nothing was left to the imagination when you spent as much time down there as we did. However, looking down at Maddie's natural beauty, I realised, not for the first time, how truly breathtaking she was.

The candlelight enhanced the glow of her tanned skin, and she developed a shy smiled as I continued to study her. She responded hungrily as I leaned down to kiss her, suddenly craving the touch of her lips against mine.

Everything began to escalate very quickly, as we pulled into one another, trying desperately to close all remaining space between our bodies. Gripping frantically at my shoulders, I felt Maddie deepening the kiss, letting her tongue fight willingly with mine. Neither of us noticed the storm or the cold any more. There was so much heat radiating from our bodies at this moment in time.

Feeling Maddie shift underneath me, sending wonderful, but increasingly uncomfortable feelings to my groin, I groaned in pleasure as I heard Maddie let out a soft giggle in response. Looking intently up at me through those eyelashes I could hardly contain myself.

I'd wanted this, so much, and the look of desire in Maddie's eyes proved that she wanted this too.

But not here.

Picking myself up off the couch, I pulled Maddie up after me, picking up one of the larger candles and leading her towards my room. Walking together in silence, the tension begins to build once again, until we enter my room, Maddie walking in front of me as I turn to shut the door, despite the fact that we're alone in the house. Turning to find Maddie already lying on the bed, the one candle I'd brought in with me provides a ghostly light as I place it on my nightstand and crawl onto the bed, lying down next to her.

My hands instinctively brush strands of hair behind her hear before leaning down and kissing her tenderly, allowing her response to set the pace.

Unexpectedly, she kissed me back as softly as possible, her hands reaching down to my shorts and beginning to undo the button and zipper, before pushing them down to my ankles. Unsure of my next move as I pushed my pants to the ground, I deepened the kiss, rolling myself onto of her, supporting my weight by placing one hand either side of her body.

Waiting until Maddie pulled me closer, I took one hand and reached down between up, where there was just enough space for me to undo the drawstring that held Maddie's pants up and slowly ease them down, before she took control, breaking off the kiss and quickly discarding her pants, throwing them into a corner, then leaning up and capturing my lips into another kiss.

Pulling me close, I wrapped my arms around her and gave my all into that kiss.

This was it, that 'all changing' moment that we'd never gone past. And I was terrified of pushing, of hurting her, of doing anything wrong. It wasn't just because of the sex; it was because at this moment everything could be ruined forever.

I pulled away from Maddie suddenly, not knowing what to do, where to take things, whether I should stop even. A look of confusion and hurt flashed across her face momentarily before she smiled softly and kissed my head lightly.

Closing my eyes, sucking in my breath, I reached behind me and unclasped by bra, sliding it off slowly and letting it fall to the floor without a sound. When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself gazing into Luke's eyes, which I guessed, had remained locked on mine the entire time.

Blushing again under his intense gaze, I took one of his hands in mine, leading it towards my bare chest. I looked away as I felt his rough skin tenderly rub soft circles around my nipples, cautiously getting used to the unexplored area. Biting down on my lip, I couldn't help but arch up towards his hand, enjoying the pleasure he was creating all over my body.

Collecting my thoughts, calming myself slightly, I focused on the movements of my own hand as I slid one down his chest, down across his stomach to reach the top of his boxers. Pulling gently on the elastic waistband, I ran my fingers gently over the skin as I continued to arch into his hands, which were still exploring my chest.

I could feel his hardness digging into my thigh, and just as I began to reach under his waistband to relieve the strain he must've been feeling, a new sensation caused me to gasp loudly, shudder and close my eyes. Luke's mouth had found its way down my neck and was now sucking gently on the side of my breast, creating the most erotic sensations I had ever felt, shooting a sharp, warm pleasurable feeling in between my leg, as I once more arched into his kiss.

The feeling between my legs grew increasingly until I began squirming beneath him, aching for his touch there. I touched Luke's face, and he brought his eyes up to meet mine. There was a silent begging within both our eyes. We were both aching for the same touch, the same feel. Both aching with want and need. I captured his lips in a hungry kiss, pulling our almost naked bodies against one another. There was an amazing sensation as we connected, sparks shot through my body, and I realised I didn't ever want this to end.

And when it did end. I wanted to do this a lot more. Being under him like this was intoxicating, addictive, like a drug, making my head spin and my body ache with desire.

I reached down again, determined to get to my goal this time. Without stopping, my hands were inside his boxers, my hands wrapped around his throbbing member. Running my hands gently up and down, it was now Luke's turn to moan in pleasure as he broke the kiss, looking down at me, his eyes turning dark with desire.

Rubbing slowly over the top, I wasn't surprised to already feel a slight wetness there. Knowing that I was wet too, as Luke jerked away I knew we were almost there.

"You'd better stop that now Maddie or we won't get anywhere. And I would also be extremely embarrassed, I'd like to at least last five minutes this time." he said, trying to make a joke of it all, but the serious look on his face betrayed his true insecurities.

Leaning up to kiss him tenderly, I answered by taking his hand and guiding it to the top of my underwear and silently praying he would understand.

With one fluid movement he removed my underwear, throwing them away, one hand cupping my chin up towards him, the other drawing lazy circles on my inner thigh.

It was now or never.

Leaving down, my hands slowly pushed his boxer shorts down over his hips, down his legs until he manages to kick them off. Reaching up to kiss him, I searched for something familiar as our naked bodies molded together against one another, because now I was the scared one in the situation.

Luke's hand tracing circles was moving further and further up my leg, searching for my middle. I could feel heat radiating from our joined bodies, and as he reached my already slick opening, he paused for a moment before quickly, softly rubbing a finger across the opening.

The pleasure was so great I accidentally bit down on his lip as he kissed me deeper, causing him to yelp back in pain and I blushed deep crimson, and an awkward silence was created.

Running his hand up my smooth leg, across my thigh and resting it on my stomach, he looked down on me before leaning over to his nightstand and fumbling around in the top drawer for what I could only assume to be a condom. Sucking in a deep breath when I heard a sharp slamming of the drawer, I realised it was all going to happen.

And I was terrified.

Rolling over and looking at me sheepishly, Luke tore the packet open before awkwardly taking the condom out and staring at it, unsure of what he should do. Breathing out, I rolled up next to him and took it out of his hands. Pinching the top, I slid it down in one smooth motion before lying back down again, insistent on him making the final move.

Luke turned to look at me questioningly, but I simply shrugged nonchalantly before replying "P.E" and smirking at him.

He studied me as per usual, before asking me "Are you sure?"

Nodding slowly, "Just go slow" I whispered as I pulled him towards me, and positioned him between my legs despite the fact I was still unsure, as he pulled closer and closer. Spreading my legs, I felt Luke kiss me as he entered my tight opening, as if he were trying to take away the pain.

It felt as if someone had smashed a glass inside of me, and they were rubbing the shards up and down my insides.

Wincing at the pain, I shut my eyes tightly and bit down on my lip as Luke pulled out, obviously concerned about me.

"I'm okay. It just, hurts like hell." I said, laughing despite everything.

Luke smiled down on me as he slowly entered once more, going slightly deeper than before. Clumsily we navigated the situation together, with nothing seeming to go right.

As Luke moved slowly in and out, reaching a little further each time, I grew to be in more pain. I cringed and bit down on my lip as Luke moved in deeply this time, and withdrew just as quickly.

Preparing yourself for this kind of pain just doesn't work.

The awkwardness continued as Luke's face began to become more and more strained, as if he was trying to control himself, for my sake at least. However as he began to move faster within me, as I became more used to him being inside of me, while the pain didn't subside, there became a small amount of pleasure.

I began bucking my hips, and moving against, Luke, creating a friction as he thrust, which soon had him groaning in pleasure, and moving more quickly, until soon he reached his climax, shuddering into my kiss and falling limp against me.

Rolling out of me, and over the side, his eyes darted everywhere around the room and refused to meet my own, as if he feared letting me down on our first time.

There was nothing I could do but laugh at the situation. It had all been one big joke.

The actual sex had been crap. I was still in pain, and wouldn't be able to walk right for a few days I imagined. And Luke was so paranoid about disappointing me that he now wouldn't look at me.

Rolling on top of him, straddling his waist, his eyes now landed on my naked body on his, and slowly moved their way up to my eyes.

"That fucking hurt." I started, as Luke looked away from me once more, thinking I was completely let down by his apparently dismal efforts. "But the next time, it'll hurt less. And you'll be able to control yourself for longer." I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

Laughing back at me, he sat up and put his arms around my butt, picking me up and pulling me closer towards him. Our foreheads touches against one another as he whispered to me "You know what they say?" as I shook my head slightly "Practice makes perfect" before kissing me again.

I laughed into this kiss, and gladly accepted it, kissing back before breaking away to tell him "But not tonight, I don't think I could handle your manhood again." Before kissing him once more.

"Agreed" he said in between kisses, which were soft and innocent.

Some hours later, my head on his naked chest, our breathing matching as we faded into the land of dreams, I finally decided things would be okay from now on.

Waking up in the early morning to a door slamming and voices shouting, "We're home" I groggily sat up before realising where I was, and, more importantly, what I wasn't in. Shaking Luke awake (he was always a deeper sleeper than I was) I rushed quickly around his room, pulling on my underwear and bra, then digging in the bottom of his drawers for spare clothes that I kept there in case of an emergency.

In this whole time, Luke had simply sat in bed, obviously enjoying the view of my naked, then half naked form running around wildly, trying not to get caught, so things like last night would stay unbarred (and unnoticed) in our household.

Throwing his boxers at him, followed by his jeans, he laughed at me quietly before pulling them on and climbing out of bed and ambling over to his cupboard and pulling a shirt out just as Mum and Tony came in.

"Hi Mum, Tony. Have a good night?" I asked brightly, as Luke pulled a shirt over his head and nodded at them.

"It was fine. Do we even want to know what's going on here?" Mum asked suspiciously, looking between a sleepy Luke and a nervous looking me.

"I was just getting Luke out of bed for a day at the beach." I said shortly, in a hopefully convincing voice.

"Why don't I believe you?" Tony asked, before Martha called out from the doorway.

"Oh there's Martha. Didn't they have news to tell us?" I said quickly, hoping a change of subject would be just what I needed not to be caught.

"Yes th…" Mum began

"Well we'd better get out there then." I said, cutting her off before looking towards the door, ignoring the look she and Tony were giving up.

"I guess so." Mum said, leaving after Tony.

When they were out of earshot, I turned to Luke and said, "You go first, I'm in pain and need to come in behind you. Go slow so I don't look like a fool please?"

"Aww my poor baby. Do you need me to kiss it better?" Luke teased before taking my hand in his and leading me out the door slowly.

As we entered the living room I saw Mum and Tony on one couch, with Martha and Jack sitting opposite them on another. Practically beaming at us as we joined them, I wondered what on earth they had to tell us that was so important.

Sitting down slowly on the one remaining lounge, Luke kept my hand in his and together we looked between the two couples, neither of which looked as if they were going to spill the beans as quickly as I wanted them too.

"So will someone please tell us what this oh so dramatic announcement is all about?" I said mockingly, looking between Mum and Martha, waiting for one of them to crack, seeing as neither could keep a good secret for long.

"Well, there's two." Martha began.

"You're going to be an Uncle, Luke." Martha said first, as Mum followed with "And you're going to be a bridesmaid Maddie"

Taking a few seconds to register, I ran over and hugged Martha when I realised what this all meant.

"You're pregnant and getting married!" I shrieked, genuinely happy for my stepbrother and his now fiancée.

"Yes and yes." Martha replied, accepting my hug.

Luke finally found his voice, walking over to his brother and doing their manly hug thing as he said "Congratulations man, I'm happy for you."

"I'm happy for myself little bro" Jack answered, pulling Martha closer to him as I let go of her.

"Well this all calls for celebration. How about we have a party then?" Tony said, as the four adults launched into a full-blown conversation about double preparations and details and whom they still had to tell.

Now that Luke and I knew everything, they suddenly forgot us, but neither of us minded. Walking back into Luke's room, I lay back down on his bed, ready to fall back into a deep sleep in his arms.

Smiling up at him as he crawled over me and pulled me into his arms, he kissed me lightly on the head before whispering in my ear, "We'll be like that one day."

And as I fell into sleep, I knew exactly what I'd be dreaming of.

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AN: Ahhhhhhhh that so totally sucked. And is so completely long.

I promise that I'm never even attempting to write a sex scene again. It feels too structured with not enough passion and just, well, sexy-ness. Sorry if it disappointed you as much as it did me but it had to happen. The whole story began with her sexual frustration.

One more chapter to go, and that's the epilogue. Summer is almost over. But then again, there are always new and exciting stories to create. As always, read and review.

Runs off quickly to begin plotting many new stories