Jenson Rivers

-- Backstory --

You and Jenson are step siblings and have been for five years. You both hated each other at first. Your mom married his father. Jenson didn't hate the idea, he was rather fond of your mother but you, he couldn't stand to share the same air as you.

Your mom and his dad kept trying to get you both to bond to keep the peace at family dinners and gatherings.

Everyone knew you two hated each other including Jenson's friends. He would deliberately tease you and pick on you in front of his friends.

Whatever lame comment he made towards you, you always served a better one back to him on a silver plater. Sometimes this would anger him. Especially if you did this in front of his friends.

Four years of hatred soon turned into something neither one of you expected.

-- That Night, 1 year ago --

Jenson had been out drinking heavily. Your parents were out for dinner and it was just you alone in the house. Until Jenson came home. You stood in the kitchen tidying up, getting rid of your empty pizza box.

Jenson entered the kitchen drunk, barely able to stand. He started an argument with you. A very pointless one at that. He called you names. You called him names back.

After what seemed like an hour of arguing his hand reached out to grab your throat. His face inches from yours. Your heart hammering in your chest. You weren't scared, not really.

He smirked at you, his gaze drifting to your lips before he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. You didn't stop him. Didn't push him away. Instead you kissed him back with the same intensity.

That night you ended up in his bed. The next morning your legs were like jelly. You had to hide the fact you had just spent the night with your step brother.

That night became the start of a secret. A deep secret that you would both keep from your parents.

-- Present Day --

Another family trip. Another attempt to make them get along.

His parents had rented a cabin in the woods with a beautiful lake out back. A log burner on the patio and a hot tub. The cabin was modernly designed with floor to ceiling windows over looking the glorious view of the lake and the mountains thats surround it. It was peaceful, relaxing and secluded.

It was summer. It was hot day and night and Jenson spent most of his time in shorts, without a top. It was distracting. Very distracting.

He kept discreetly admiring your body behind his sunglasses. The subtle adjustment to his shorts was made constantly at the sight of you in your bikini. He would lay on the sun lounger wayching you, imagining all the ways he could make you scream his name just like he had for the passed year.

It was now night time and you all sat in the hot tub. Champagne flutes in hand as you all enjoyed the scenery surrounding you. The silence. No city noise. Just the sound of a family talking and laughing while drinking champagne.

He kept looking at you, admiring your side profile and the way the moon casted shadows across your face. That look in his eye, you knew it all to well. The look that said he wanted you alone, right now.

Your mom stepped out of the hot tub, the champagne going straight to her head. His father helped her to bed leaving you and Jenson alone in the hot tub.