Ok about to pull the trigger on this odd but fascinating relationship. It's about to become a smut show. Also this didn't start out as a teen story and it won't end that way. Just is case y'all were wondering. Although I do the teen angst a lot with my Daryl stories, but this is not a teen story. They will be growing up very soon, but I spent some time in the teen years to really build the relationship and show how devoted they are to each other. Well, Mac is devoted as much as he is capable of, being who he is.

Looks like this is going to be posted every Wed and Sun. Those seem to be the best days for me. But this chapter is for the sweet person who asked for more.

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Lucy walked in on him in the bathroom when she was fifteen by accident, she had earphones in her ears and thought he was still asleep, but he had just been getting out of the shower. That had been the biggest event of an otherwise boring summer, the next year, when she turned sixteen was when it all changed. But her seeing him had been the catalyst for her, of sorts, they had stared at each other as she stood in the doorway. Lucy was mortified as the steam from the shower he had just taken rose and seeped out the door.

Mac made no effort to cover himself up and he watched Lucy's eyes react as she got her first up close look at the male anatomy. Her eyes went wide; his dick was huge to her inexperienced eyes, and she stood there with her mouth gaping open for a good minute from his estimation. Then with a hurried, whispered, "sorry," she was gone down the hall and out the back door.

She didn't come back for hours and he had been getting worried about her, it would be dark soon and he didn't want her out alone in the dark around here. It wasn't safe, his friends knew Lucy was off limits, but that didn't mean they wouldn't hassle her a little. When he was about to go look for her she came back, just as he was starting up the truck. She ran past him without looking his way and immediately locked herself in her room without a word to him.

Lucy had been too embarrassed to look him in the face for two days and avoided him like he had the plague. How could she face him; all she could think about was how big and hard it looked.

They had not spoken and he wasn't having that, he had given her space but on the third day he hunted her down and trapped her in the small hallway between their rooms. Lucy had made herself so scarce that when she came out of her room finally he made sure he was right there waiting.

"It's just a dick, Lucy, get over it." Mac began.

She shook her head, "I know that."

"A really big and above average dick, so I've been told..." He said with a grin.

Lucy blanched and backed into the wall hoping it would swallow her whole, and he stepped forward, invading her personal space.

"Get over it and don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you to even things up." He said, but he became acutely aware of how close they were standing to each other in the small hallway now, he hadn't done that on purpose, he just didn't want her to run away again.

"That's not it," She replied, "I just have to work something out in my head that's all." And she tried to sneak under his arm but he wasn't having it. He stopped her from moving by putting his arms up like a barricade, they were going to work this out now, so things could go back to normal.

"Care to share?" He said, keeping his hands over her head on either side to keep her there and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Lucy was swirling with emotions, there were so many feelings all of the sudden and she couldn't put them into words. She just couldn't tell him about any of it; it was too embarrassing.

He brought his face closer and staring into her eyes, blue on green, "Not letting you out of here until ya tell me."

She knew he would keep her there all day, Mac would never back down, but should she tell? Lucy opened her mouth then closed it again, then almost spoke again, reconsidered and then reconsidered again until finally, she spoke in a whisper, almost too soft to hear, "I wanted to keep looking at you."

Mac's hands slid down the wall slightly.

He had no answer for that, and he stood there dumbfounded, but her confession made something in his gut twist, he could feel the heat rising in him; it turned him on. Lucy was a mess, that same feeling she had the other day was bubbling under her skin now when she looked at him, she felt like she had a fever. That was why she had avoided him, but now he was in her face and too close.

She would burn alive if she didn't get outside soon into the breeze.

The air was thick all of the sudden, humid and hot in the house and neither of them could breathe, Mac moved his face closer to hers, a fraction of an inch. It was like a movie was playing before his eyes, a few more inches and their lips would touch, she knew and she didn't stop him either. He looked into her green eyes and saw no reservation and he wondered how sweet she would taste.

******Nothings gonna hurt you, baby, as long as you're with me you'll be just fine. Nothings gonna hurt you, baby, nothing's gonna take you from my side.****

Mac smelled like cigarettes, gasoline, pot and dirt, the smells she always associated with him, familiar and comforting; she breathed in deeply, his scent calming her anxiety as she began to close her eyes. This was what she wanted, she had been dreaming of kissing him forever...

Outside the car door slammed and took them out of the daze they had both fallen into and they separated quickly as their mothers walked up the sidewalk.

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That night he showed up on the doorstep of one of the girls he kept company with to try and get free of what almost happened with Lucy. It was too confusing and one of those things he knew he wouldn't be able to take back once it was done.

Mac had a lot to think about and a lot to sort out in his own head now after trying to avoid it for so long. He knew that he loved her, he always did, but it had changed along the way from the innocent love of a boy to the passion of a man. He wasn't ready to face that completely yet.

She was his cousin, there had to be something wrong with him. But she had wanted it too, it was too much and she was too important to him. This situation required deep thought because once one of them tipped a domino all of them would fall and it could never be undone.

When he got home Lucy was waiting up for him on the front steps like she did sometimes, most times, but he didn't stop to talk to her, just nodded and went inside. She knew where he had gone and why, and he knew she knew.

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"Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me."

His mother always told the story of him asking to take Lucy back to the baby store and trading her for a boy, he knew he had said that but he'd never felt like he would ever want her to be anyone but who she was. Except now, as he laid out in the bed of his truck alone looking up at the stars, listening to music, something they always did together; he was full of confusion.

There was something wrong with him, he had known it for a long time now. He felt no regret or remorse for anything he did, except his thoughts about her and that was only sometimes. He could never act upon them, that was out of the question, wasn't it?

Now the burning need he had felt to kiss her was all consuming and he didn't like to be out of control. Unless he could find a way to rein it in and only take it out when he wanted to, maybe that would work. He considered if he could, he wanted her, no matter how fucked up that was, and he had been lying to himself all this time. But she might make him lose control, Mac was not ready to risk that, a person who let themselves be out of control would watch their life go right to shit.

"You're asking me will my love grow?
I don't know, I don't know.
You stick around now it may show,
I don't know, I don't know."

He lit a cigarette, stared at the enticing flame and contemplated the fire that was burning inside of him and between Lucy and himself. He had seen it plain as day now, in her eyes, and he felt it somewhere deep where no one had been before. Sex was sex and wasn't all pussy the same? For him it had been so far, nameless girls he used for one thing and they let him do it. And the ones that didn't let him, then he took what he wanted.

All his life he had felt different than other people, not quite connected, except for Lucy, she was like his talisman. But she wasn't with him all the time and when she wasn't all bets were off. He and his friends were like a pack of wolves on the prowl and the thoughts...

He took a small bottle out of his shirt pocket and inhaled deeply wishing for it to calm him.

"Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.

Don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how."

Lucy wore Lemongrass and Coconut perfume oil that she mixed herself and he kept a bottle of it that he had swiped out of her room the summer before for when she wasn't around. She had gone home a week ago and he missed her already but smelling the elixir she wore every day made him feel close to her even when she was away from him.

He breathed it in as he lay in the bed of the truck knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was so fucked now.