On the way back, the silence is golden. Brooke has been silent since they left, and this silence worries Lucas.
Lucas : Are you okay?
Brooke remains silent, arms crossed over her chest, looking towards the door.
Lucas : Did I do something wrong?
Brooke knows deep down that something is weighing on her, and her questions are about to annoy her.
Lucas : Brooke?
Brooke : Would you stop with all your questions?
Lucas : I was just being polite!
He continues driving, when his eyes slip on her again. Brooke knows that he is taking advantage to devour her with his eyes, her body barely visible in the middle of the darkness.
Lucas : If I understand correctly, I made a mistake!
Lucas asks himself a thousand questions, he would like to understand.
Brooke : Don't worry, brother! Everything's fine!
She emphasizes the word "brother" to emphasize the real problem. Lucas immediately understands where the discomfort comes from.
Lucas : Is that why you're pouting?
Brooke : Are you kidding me?
Lucas : No, actually, I'm trying to understand!
Brooke : Why do you always have to say in front of your friends that we're brothers and sisters?
Lucas : Huh? It's just kidding!
Brooke crosses her arms over her chest again and chuckles nervously at her door.
Lucas : People here think that if you get married, your husband's family becomes yours too!
Brooke : I understood that perfectly! But why talk about it all the time?
Lucas wiggles his eyebrows, both serious and amused.
Lucas : Are you just bothered by the word brotherly?
Brooke turns her head, her eyebrows furrowed and her glare in Lucas' direction.
Brooke : That's it, laugh!
Lucas : No! It's just a nervous laugh!
Brooke : Okay... Stop!
Lucas : What?
Brooke : I want you to stop your car!
Lucas : But... Why?
Brooke : Stop the fucking car, Lucas!
Lucas complies. He pulls over slightly to the side. Brooke nervously opens the door, then slams it abruptly to walk forward. Lucas opens his door in turn and runs to join her.
Lucas : Brooke!
Brooke : There is no Brooke!
Lucas : Grr!
Lucas loses patience and in a burst of speed, he grabs Brooke's hand to pull her against him. She spins under his control and lands in his strong, muscular arms.
Lucas : Don't give me the cold shoulder!
They are so close, that their eyes are only inches apart. Brooke's chest crushes against his pecs, while he holds her wrist in his solid hand. Brooke contemplates his lips with so much desire, that her heart palpitates wildly. She stares at his lips, ardently, while fever and excitement take hold of her.
Lucas : Don't look at me like that, Brooke!
His voice is a whisper, a confession of intense desire, to which she responds in the same way. In a warm voice, in a whisper, she answers him while remaining frozen on his lips.
Brooke : How do I look at you?
Lucas then grabs her chin to look her straight in the eyes.
Lucas : Like that!
His face approaches hers and doesn't stop. His soft lips crush on hers and now make her moan with excitement. Brooke closes her eyes, while Lucas grabs her neck in his perfect hands. He holds her in front of him, as if she were fragile, about to break. Brooke's hands wrap around Lucas' wrists, while he opens her mouth with his tongue. He gives her a divine kiss, and his tongue, as sweet as honey, knows exactly what it's doing. He takes a few steps forward, making her back up to the door of his Jeep. Brooke is aware that now, they were going to move on to the next step, and her enthusiasm pushes her to act to encourage him to continue. Her hands then release Lucas' wrists to go down to her stomach, then end up on the elastic of his shorts. As she delicately slides the flat of her hands over his pecs, he stops her nervously. Her breathing becomes heavier, as he grabs her hands to encourage her to stroke lower. Brooke pants sharply, under the control of his perfect gesture. His hands reveal to him his prominent abs and the entrance to his shorts.
His voice is simply divine, when he pronounces her name with a striking warmth. Brooke's curious hand then lets itself go to the discovery, thus feeling his already hard sex through the shorts which encumber it. Lucas is sweaty, sensual and remarkably soft. He places his hands on her hips to press her against the door, and by sliding his tongue once more into her mouth, he seizes her breast. His timid fingers brush her cleavage, then, in a passion, he fearlessly feels her generous forms. Brooke releases a sound that excites Lucas. With perfect mastery, he lowers the top of her dress to take out her bare breasts. His eyes devour her, size her up, then, after an admiration without name, he leans down to lick the tip of her pointed nipples. His tongue is a real torture, causing an electric shock all over Brooke's body. He licks her nipples greedily and encircles her chest in the hollow of his hands to intensify his caresses.
Brooke : Anh!
Brooke's center is completely wet, and her heart is beating fast when he decides to lift the bottom of her mini dress. Lucas' hands caress Brooke's buttocks and play with the elastic of her thong, while his teeth come to nibble her luscious lips. His desire for Brooke is so intense, that she would like to give Lucas an order, as if to incite him to fuck her like a rabid female dog.
Brooke : Don't stop!
Lucas is a glutton, but he likes to take his time. Brooke's body fascinates him so much that he starts to lick her throat, her breasts, then he gets on his knees. Brooke can't help but look at him, when he discovers her wet pussy, simply covered with fine lace.
Lucas : Hum! Yum!
He scrutinizes her with his dark eyes, then with ardor, he sticks out the tip of his tongue to torture her.
Brooke : Anh! Lucas!
At the touch of the tip of his tongue, Brooke's head tilts back. She moans, while he gently moves his thumb through the lace, on her clitoris.
Lucas : Hmm, good little pussy!
He then licks nervously and delights in her wetness, when with a perfect gesture, he frees his sex from the excess fabric. Brooke crushes her face on her pussy and lets out a moan so loud, that it resonates in the echo of the undergrowth. Lucas feels her buttocks and introduces his tongue into the orifice of her vagina, while Brooke rejoices in his talent. His hands grip her blonde hair for a total hold, when comes the long-awaited deliverance. Brooke enjoys while pushing Lucas' face even more against her soaked pussy.
Brooke : Humm!
She trembles, as the orgasm runs through her entire body. Lucas does not stop there, he slides her thong on the length of her legs to remove it, then he turns her, her belly against the door to fuck her. The area does not really need to be moistened, it is already completely soaked and the passage is already ready. Breathing heavily, he grabs his powerful cock and slowly slides it inside Brooke. Closing his eyes, he enjoys every inch of it, until his cock is completely inside.
Lucas : You're so good!
Her voice trembles and her words run out of breath, when his hands seize Brooke's hips to pound her. He goes in and out gently, then he generously accelerates his back and forth. Their sexual intercourse is as intense as their first days were wise and innocent. Lucas compresses her between his hands, then he feels her breasts while fucking her passionately. His testicles slap intensely on Brooke's posterior and let hear the sound of a limitless frenzy. Brooke loves how he fuck her, how he feels her and she would like nothing to stop. His sex is so wide, that it almost covers the entire canal of her vagina. She spreads her legs wider, to encourage him to sink even harder and even further, until release. Lucas cums in her, mouth open, expressing his inexhaustible pleasure out loud. His hands caress her body, as if to thank him for this moment of pure pleasure, then he turns her around to face him. He grabs her face in his hands to kiss her again. It had been two long years since Brooke had had sex... Two years since she had fucked like tonight, and we can say that she had fun!
Today is the big day! The day of Victoria and Dan's long-awaited wedding. As is customary, the bride-to-be must not be seen by her future husband until the ceremony. Dan and Victoria have therefore deserted the premises to prepare each other. Meanwhile, after a quiet and solitary breakfast, Brooke enjoys sunbathing before the festivities. This night was so hot and trying that she is all turned around. It must be said that Lucas is quite gifted in the gift of orgasm and against all odds, much more experienced than she imagined. So it is with a smile on her lips that she lounges on a deckchair to sunbathe. Far from her, the idea of imagining Peyton appearing and yet... The sound of crutches on the wood resounds, drawing Brooke's attention to the approaching silhouette. Luckily, to avoid facing Peyton's questionable gaze, Brooke is equipped with her pair of sunglasses beforehand.
Peyton : Hi!
Brooke : Hi Peyton!
Brooke notices that Peyton is examining her attentively, with an impassive and almost cold look.
Peyton : Is Lucas around?
Brooke acts as if nothing is happening, while she knows in advance that he is probably somewhere in the kitchen or the living room.
Brooke : No idea!
She gradually gains a confidence that seems to exasperate Peyton.
Peyton : You don't know where your brother is?
The intonation is slightly colder than usual.
Brooke : Lucas is a big boy, I don't need to be behind him all the time!
His answer is clearly a tackle to retaliate. Peyton raises her eyebrows, as if surprised by his answer. Lucas then enters the scene, also equipped with a pair of sunglasses.
Peyton : Oh! Hi babe!
Lucas steps forward, letting his smile disappear as he approaches them.
Peyton : Is it fashionable to wear your sunglasses?
Lucas kisses Peyton on the forehead, then he turns slightly to look at Brooke.
Peyton : Have you two caught a virus or something?
She giggles like a fool, and this greatly amuses Brooke. She sketches a smile, as if to show that she is making fun, while Lucas watches them attentively. He embraces Peyton's waist and takes advantage of her small size to ogle Brooke over her curly hair. Brooke easily guesses his rough man's gaze, surely agitated by the fever that inhabits him.
Brooke : Well, I'm going to have to get ready if I don't want to be late for the wedding!
She straightens up with a deliberate slowness, then she turns and leans forward to take her beach towel placed on the deckchair. She knows that Lucas devours every corner of her visible body. She moves towards the kitchen when he calls out to her.
Lucas : Brooke, wait!
Despite her request, Brooke moves forward to disappear from the terrace. When she arrives in the kitchen, Lucas runs to catch up with her.
Lucas : Brooke!
Both of them disarmed of their glasses, their looks will now betray them. Lucas then grabs Brooke's wrist to turn her around, but instead of simply turning around, she presses herself against the refrigerator. Lucas places himself in front of her, his hand on the fridge and his eyes full of delicacies. Brooke can feel his excitement from the day before, and even more notice his desire to fuck her there, now, right away in the family kitchen. She smiles, as if to provoke him as he prepares to take a serious and grave tone.
Lucas : Brooke, I wanted to talk to you.
When someone starts a sentence like that, you know right away what they're talking about. Brooke remains silent, her smile still present when he begins to tell her the color of this conversation.
Lucas : I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have...
Even before he starts his words, Brooke already knew what he was going to say. She wants to scream a good "holy shit" and cry like crazy, but now, the only thing she can do is fight back. She can't seem that weak, especially on her mother's wedding day, so she decides not to let anything show.
Brooke : As you wish!
This response was not planned by Lucas, and Brooke's assurance deeply upsets him.
Lucas : Um... Okay.
His eyes stare at her, as if to verify the truth of the lie, then hearing Peyton's footsteps approaching in the distance, he furtively answers her:
Lucas : Last night was really magical, but I can't do that to Peyton!
Brooke : We should behave like brothers and sisters, that's the best we can do!
Lucas' hand quickly brushes her hair, before she disappears into the hallways of the big house. She slams the door to her room, nervously, irritated by their exchange.
Brooke : Grr!
She runs her hands through her hair, as if to get rid of an unbearable discomfort. She paces the floor, looking everywhere to try to dissipate this temporary tension.
Brooke : Poor idiot! What did you expect? A second marriage in the family with your stepbrother?
Brooke sits on the edge of the bed, as if to think. She knows that she tends to get carried away by her feelings and that it never bodes well. She was going to have to pull herself together... She's going back to Denver in a week and Lucas will be a thing of the past! She convinces herself to resist what is about to happen, to fall in love. After a few sighs heavy with confessions, Brooke decides after an invigorating shower to put on her wedding outfit.
Finally, luckily, after Brooke got dressed, her mother came to pick up her forgotten pair of shoes. For nothing in the world would she have wanted to end up with Lucas and Peyton in the car, quite the contrary... Her mother's arrival is a godsend... They both go, between girls, to the wedding venue...