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Here's a relatively short story I started a while back and just finished today. I'll post the next half tomorrow =] Sorry about the summary... I couldn't think up something, so I posted an excerpt that I hope will entice you enough to come check this story out.
Generally speaking, family reunions were not of the good and Buffy Summers was stupid to think that this one would be any different from the other ten reunions that her extensive family had tried - and continually failed - to have. There was the Aunt Bettie with her five brats, the Uncle Ted with his stuck-up, private schooled, perfect little twins, the Aunty Abigail with her three bubbly blonde girls - Harmony, Melody, and Prodigy - and stepson William - unpleasantly known as Spike the Dyke by Buffy (there was a background story to that, of course) - and about twenty other relatives thrice removed or whatever.
And for some insane reason left unknown to the universe (and probably not meant to be known by any reasonably sane being with an ounce of intelligence), her whacked up grandparents thought that these reunions were "Absolutely stupendous! A great way for the children to bond!"
So that was why the beginning of July saw the entire Summers family (and anyone somewhat related) cramming into the large, but not large enough, private beach house of Granddaddy Summers.
Thank god it was only three days.
First Miserable Day
"Buffy! You have to share a room with Harmony and company!" Dawn called up the stairs to Buffy, who was in the process of lugging her heavy suitcase up the long, winding stairs. They should really look into getting an elevator, Buffy thought, giving the suitcase one last tug before collapsing down on the top floor.
"Wait, what?" Had she heard her sister right? Share a room with Harmony and Co.? She'd rather just lock herself up in the bathroom and set up camp in the tub!
Dawn disappeared from the base of the stairs.
When Buffy entered her room, she was greeted by the sight of three teenage girls kneeling by the connecting bathroom door and fighting for the keyhole.
"It's not fair!" Melody whispered as she clawed Harmony's hair away. "You've already seen him naked a million gazillion times!"
"Well, it's not my fault he keeps the bathroom door unlocked!" Harmony hissed back, pushing her sister away.
"Look, let's take turns," Prodigy cut in, glaring at her two sisters.
"Okay. My turn!" Melody shouldered her sister, making her fall to the ground, as she crouched down and leveled her eyes with the keyhole. "Ohh… he's taking off his shirt!"
They giggled and Buffy gaped at them from her place by the door.
"Hello?" She interrupted, surprising her cousins and making them fall to the ground. "Who're we looking at?"
"Spike!" They cheerily said in unison. Buffy dropped her suitcase and crinkled her brow.
"Uh, isn't he kinda your brother?"
"Step-brother," Harmony glared a little.
"Yeah, and he has a rockin' body!" Prodigy grinned.
A few minutes later, the three girls had gone downstairs to stuff their faces with as much food as they could possibly eat and Buffy was left alone in the room, unpacking her bags. The sound of the running shower stopped and Buffy inadvertently glanced at the door connecting to the bathroom…
Maybe… She shook her head. No, that's wrong… nothing to look at! You WONT look at your cousin - step-cousin - stepping out of the shower.
After a few seconds of contemplating the keyhole, Buffy rolled her eyes at herself. To hell with it… and scrambled to see for herself what the deal was with Spike's "rockin'" body.
She got as far as a few feet from the door when all of a sudden, it opened and she got an eyeful of a very drippy Spike with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Her jaw dropped open and all she could do was stare. Wow… who knew? Bid Bad Spike goes to the gym… Touchable pecs, drool-worthy six pack, lickable sex lines that disappeared down his towel…
Spike blinked at her for a split second before his lips slowly curled up into an amused smirk.
"If you wanted a looksie, Summers," He leered and wiggled a suggestive eyebrow, "All you had to do was ask."
With that, he turned around and walked through the other door to his bathroom, dropping the towel on his way and giving her a very nice view of his…
Oh. My. God.
Second Miserable Day…
Ah, this is the life, Buffy smiled happily at the rocking waves from her comfy, warm spot in the sand. Hot sun, relaxing beach,.. hot surfer men, she dreamily sighed as a group of surfers leapt into the waves with a shout. No annoying sisters, no nagging mothers, no screechy cousins, no overly pale, British-sounding bleached menaces…
“Spike?… what are you doing here?” Buffy lowered her sunglasses, frowning as she watched Spike Douglass spread out a towel next to her on the sand.
“What, only you and yours are allowed on this beach, love?” he raised an eyebrow, smoothing out the striped beach towel and settling himself down. He couldn’t help but smirk at the confused look on Buffy’s face; there always was this little line that formed between her brows as she furrowed them curiously.
“Of course not!” she faltered, “it’s just… you’re always Mr. I-hate-sun-let-me-lurk-in-shadows guy.”
“And I still am,” he insisted, lying back with his head rested on his joined hands. “Saw you here all by your lonesome and figured you’d enjoy some company. I could scare off all the badies that come onto you.”
Buffy just stared at him and suddenly she noticed that he was shirtless. Her eyes widened as they took in his lean, pale body. She admired the toned muscles that snaked around his arms and his firm chest and abs that were just begging to be touched…
“See something you like, pet?”
His smirk grew to enormous proportions and she realized he had caught her staring. Blushing profusely, Buffy whipped her head around to stare off into the sparkling blue of the ocean.
“Don’t be so full of yourself. I was just wondering how it was possible to look whiter than a sheet of paper,” she quipped.
Nice save, Summers, Spike thought and grinned inwardly. If her red cheeks and rigid stance didn’t give her away, the sudden harshness of her voice and the impact of her words definitely did. And it was bloody interesting.
“Right you are, love. Can’t wait to see if I freckle.”
Something cold and hard suddenly hit his chest and he lifted his head to see what it was. He groaned when he saw the blue and white bottle resting on his stomach.
“Bleedin’ hell, woman,” he glared at her, “I’m not walking around smelling like a pina colada.” And he threw the sunblock back to her.
“It’s coconut,” she rolled her eyes. “And you’ll be begging me for it when you turn into a red lobster…”
"Same bloody difference, Summers," Spike grumbled and closed his eyes. "And besides, I'd rather think positively. When I turn into that red lobster you so fondly talk about, it'll be you who'll be cooling me off with some nice, old handful of Aloe Vera."
"What? No!" Buffy protested and threw the sunblock back at him. He scowled and shoved the sunblock to the side.
They lay next to each other in silence for a few minutes, each contemplating the other as they stared out into the ocean. The day before had been awkward, if anything. After that first encounter in the bathroom, Buffy hadn't been able to look him in the eye and Spike had spent his time noticing how she had grown up since their last family reunion.
Finally, Spike spoke up. "I need help," he announced, picking up the sunblock and squeezing it onto his palm.
"Well, obviously," Buffy raised an eyebrow, refusing to look his way.
"Ha ha, you're a bloody riot, but no, I need another kind of help," Spike grinned, rubbing the cool lotion over his chest and stomach. It was most interesting to see the twitching in Buffy's thigh as she tried to resist the urge to turn towards him.
"Don't worry, Spikey," she smiled, "You don't need anything a quick trip to the insane asylum couldn't fix!"
"I can't reach my back," he complained, rolling over and handing her the lotion. Finally, Buffy sighed and twisted her head over to look at his innocent looking face.
"Oh, no," Buffy shook her head, "I'm not rubbing lotion on you."
"Why not? Come on, you know you want to," he gave her a charming smile and Buffy felt tingly inside. Seeing her resolve about to melt, he scooted a little closer to her and said, "It'll be fun."
Buffy looked around. The annoying girl-cousins were all at the mall and the rest of the family was in the house… her hot cousin needed tending to… and his back was looking very rub-able…
"Fine," she grumbled, pretending to look annoyed as she sat up and took the bottle of lotion from him.
"Knew you'd come around," he closed his eyes and rested his chin on his forearms that were folded under him.
He shivered when he felt the coolness of the sunblock on his back being rubbed in by foreign hands.
"Are you okay?" Buffy asked, rubbing circles over his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles flexing and unflexing under her palms. She let her fingers trail down, exploring the crevices of his back and couldn't help but imagine what those muscles would feel like when she was clutching and clawing at them as he - Gah.
"Yeah, just a bit cold," his voice was muffled in his arms. Her hands moved down to the small of his back. "Oh, yeah, that feels good…"
Buffy let her fingers linger in some places longer than others. She was really beginning to like this…
He suddenly rolled over and she tumbled forward, landing on his stomach. His rock hard stomach. Her breath hitched as she looked up into his eyes. His ocean blue eyes. Did it even matter that he was almost related to her?
She knew that the smart thing to do would be to scramble off of him and get into the safety of her own towel, but it felt so comfortable where she was… his hand made its way to her hair and began to finger through the wavy locks. Was he thinking what she was thinking? Because if he was, they'd be locked into his room and their bodies would be undulating under the covers by now, all steamy and movie-like.
Before she could stop herself, she straightened her body on top of him, letting her legs straddle his waist and resting her arms on either side of him as she slowly inched up towards his face. She felt his body tense and felt him prop himself up by his elbows as he watched her get closer.
"Buffy…" his voice cracked a little, but he was smiling. The sound of her name affected her like whiplash and all of a sudden, she was getting off his body thinking oh my god, oh my god, I didn’t just prowl up my cousin and almost… oh my god
Before she could get very far, she felt herself being attacked by a much heavier and harder form. Spike leapt on top of her, tackling her to the ground beneath him. Buffy tried to wriggle her way out, but the only effect that brought about was the feel of him hardening against her rear. She widened her eyes and stilled her body.
"Buffy," he repeated, letting her name roll off his tongue like honey and silk. "Running off so fast, love?"
"What are you doing?" she breathed out, trying to ignore his erection pressed against her body. It was bringing forth all sorts of excited tinglies that were not of the good…
He grinded against her and she could feel him smirk against her ear, "I think it's quite obvious what I'm doing, don't you?"
"Wait, we can't - it's wrong."
He flipped her over so she was on her back and she felt the breath get knocked out of her lungs as she looked into his stormy eyes. His body was hovering inches above her and his hands locked her into place.
"Feels pretty right to me," he purred, bringing his head to the crook of her neck. She shifted, trying to get into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs out and letting them bend at the knee on either side of him.
"Y-you're my cousin," she protested when she felt his heated tongue on her skin, licking it's way up her neck to her ear. The sensation made her shiver and she had to stop herself from arching her back to press her body against his, because the idea was so, so, so appealing at the moment.
"Step-cousin, love," he corrected, nibbling at her earlobe. Her legs closed against his body and he drew closer to her. "God, I've wanted this since I first saw you…"
All rational thought flew out the window and Buffy took his face into her hands and brought his mouth down to hers. He responded to her immediately, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue against her. She ran her hands up and down his bare back and he groaned, delving even more into the hot cavern of her mouth.
His hands couldn't keep still, they felt her sides, explored her flat stomach, felt her breasts through the thin material of her bikini. Her legs curled around his bottom and pushed him closer to her.
"Since you saw me, huh?" Buffy breathed out, hooking her elbows around his neck and running her tongue along his razor-sharp cheekbones.
"Bloody hell, yeah," he laughed, settling himself so he was pressed fully against her, curve for curve, line for line.
His hands wandered to the bottom half of her bikini and were about to sneak their way in when Buffy laughed into his ear, "You realize we're in a public place?"
Spike turned to see a couple of guys in bodysuits, clutching surfboards, staring at the couple with eager eyes as if they were about to catch a pleasant show. He growled a little and glared, moving to cover Buffy's body with his own.
"God, pet, this is killing me," he bent his head and scattered kisses along her neck. "We can't even go into the soddin' house… all those bloody kids running around all over the place."
"I want you," she murmured and bit down gently on his shoulder, smiling when she heard him gasp. She brought her hand between them and slipped into his swimming trunks.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered as her hands ran up and down his length, slowly and tantalizing.
"Shh, not now," Buffy giggled, exploring his penis, bending her legs to the side to shield what she was doing. Who was she kidding? Even if they couldn't see, it was pretty obvious what she was doing. Surprisingly enough, the thought turned her on as she ran her thumb over his head then traveled back to the base before taking cupping his balls gently.
"Gah - " Spike struggled to bear his weight on his arms as he felt her hands lightly traveling up and down the underside of his shaft. He looked into her eyes and saw her green irises sparkling and impishly twinkling at him.
It had started the moment he had caught her trying to sneak a peak at him while he was in the shower. It was hard to grasp how much she had grown from the awkward sixteen year old to a woman oozing sex-appeal with her every step, but once he had grasped onto it, he felt that he just couldn't let go. Not when she was always around the house in those shorts, not when he saw her lying down on the beach in her skimpy little bikini, and especially not when she was lying under him with her hand down his swim trunks, giving him the best bloody handjob in the world.
Her grip tightened a little more and he broke the eye contact, bending his forehead to rest on hers as he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. She was bringing him fast over the edge and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand it. The rhythmetic movement of her hand was getting faster and his entire body tensed up …
"Buffy, I'm… I'm - "
She kissed him and he came in his trunks, falling forward and collapsing onto her body, breathing irregularly.
He stayed like that for a little while before rolling over to the side and pulling Buffy into arms. His shorts were uncomfortable and sticky, but he couldn't even care less as he tightened his hold on the girl next to him, wondering which god to thank for this miracle. Buffy reached behind his head and climbed on top of his body, fusing their lips together. Yeah, this girl was a miracle. The best bloody miracle ever…
"Buffy! Spike! Where are you guys - AHH!" Dawn's voice trailed off in a squeal as she covered her eyes with both hands. What were they doing!.
"Oh shit!" Buffy pulled away so sharply she almost bit off Spike's tongue which still happened to be in her mouth.
"Bloody hell," he sat up, cursing. "Hey, niblet."
Dawn held one hand up to him, stopping him, keeping the other one over her eyes, "Uh, I'm not even going to ask. Grandma wants everybody to come in… we're having some early dinner or something… and uh… yeah. Bye!"
With that, she raced into the house, excited to tell all the other cousins what she had just seen.
Buffy and Spike sat in the sand, Spike openly staring at Buffy and Buffy staring at everything but Spike.
"Well," he finally said, his voice husky and low, "Interesting development."
"Uh, yeah," Buffy said, embarrassed. Did I really just give him a handjob? A part of her felt like giggling and tackling him all over again while another part of her realized that… this was a family reunion! Family reunion!
"It was good, right?" He asked, reaching out to touch her cheek. She let herself look into his eyes and nodded, swallowing hard.
"Definitely good," she agreed.
"It was fun, right?"
"And it should happen again, right?" he paused, a little nervous about her answer.
She just kept nodding, "Definitely should happen a - what?"
Spike just stood up and dusted the sand off himself, grinning at her before offering her a hand up. "I agree, Summers. This should happen lots and lots more. Starting with tonight."
"Yeah," he nodded, intertwining his fingers through hers. "When everybody's tucked into their little beddy-byes. Meet me here."
They walked towards the house and released each other's hands when they came into seeing distance from the porch.
"Don't keep me waiting, love," he whispered into her ear before disappearing up the stairs to change out of his soiled swimwear.
Buffy stayed where she was in the lavishly decorated foyer, lost in her thoughts. What had happened at the beach was… sudden. She hadn't given herself time to think about all the wrongness that could come out of her and - oh god - Spike. She had let herself be driven by hormones, lust, and his hot, electrifying voice and, of course, it led to some things that would lead to badness. Really, really serious badness.
There was the fact that he was her cousin. Step cousin, but did that really matter? There was still the familial ties. Then was the fact that he was Spike. She didn't even like Spike! He had spent all those other years tormenting her and teasing her and, gah, damned him and his super-yummy body.
Her thoughts were interrupted by five very shrill and very annoying voices coming from the living room.
"Buffy and Spiiike, sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes loooove, then comes marr - "
"Shut up!" Buffy shouted, turning red. The five little midgets giggled and laughed at her expense. She was going to kill Dawn.
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