Flashback - third person

Two years prior to now, Marissa, Marcus and Brian, their dad, had just moved back to California.

Brian, had previously lived here with his family before his wife died and  he moved his family out to New York for a fresh start.

Unfortunately, the twin's grandparents died and so as the beneficiary on his parents' will, Brian had to move back home with his then fifteen years old twins.

He also wanted the twins to live in the town that their parents met and fell in love.

Now, they're two years older, teenagers who are hellbent on driving him insane.

It's July, which means it's summer and the pair of twins are having the time of their lives.

Brian's business partner's son, Jeremy, and Marcus, were out the back smoking a joint accompanied by the rest of their high school football team.

They were  having some type of gathering with the loud hip hop music playing and the beer they were consuming.

Just then, Marissa marched outside to give her twin a piece of her mind.

"Marcus, could you turn that music down, I'm trying to watch a show."

"You're such a loser it's Friday," Marcus rolled his eyes.

"Marcus I'm serious, this is so unfair! Why do you always gotta be like this?"

Jeremy looked over at the fight they were about to have and decided to interrupt.

He placed a hand on Marcus' shoulder halting the words he was about to utter, "Let's just take it to my place."

"Fine. But you're a spoiled fucking brat Marissa and I hope you know that," Marcus hissed his teeth and walked away from where they stood.

"Thank you, I guess," she said to Jeremy in a stunned tone whilst eyeing him suspiciously.

Jeremy almost always stopped a fight that could break out between the twins.

He's been nice to her since the two years they've been living here but he's still one of Marcus' friends so she steered clear.

He feigned indifference to her response since she said it every time he saved her from Marcus' wrath.

"Go put some pants on, the boys are lusting at your little ass that they can't have." And there it is, the nonchalant attitude towards me Marissa thought.

He walked away from her and when she looked around most of the guys were indeed looking at her so she rolled her eyes and headed inside.

The twins were at the Manning's house almost every day since the starting of summer.

Mrs. Manning, who's a beautiful, short, Cuban woman, was always making the best meals and since their dad barely knows how to cook or was barely even at home and they were motherless, the Virgo's spent most of their time there.

Tonight's dinner was Ropa Vieja, which was Cuban style shredded beef with rice.

Ronnie and Jacob who were Jeremy's siblings were also present and it caused loud chattering across the table.

Jeremy watched Marissa play with her food from across the table. He knew she had been sad for days now, barely being able to eat.

He could've swore he heard her crying one night outside but he wasn't sure and just tried staying away from her most of the times.

Later that night when she thought everyone was in bed. She sat outside with her knees up to her chest crying.

"Looks like I was right about the crying," Jeremy interrupted and she quickly wiped her eyes.

"I'm not crying."

"I just saw you crying live and you're lying to me Marissa?" He raised his eyebrows, his face amused.

She sighed, "Leave me alone Jeremy."

Jeremy just sat down beside her on the bench.

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she admitted in a clipped tone.

"If you don't talk about it then you're going to be out here every night crying because this shit is obviously too much for you to handle alone."

She wrapped a loose thread from her blouse around her finger over and over trying to comfort herself.

"It's pretty stupid what I'm crying about and I know you're gonna laugh at me because you're just like Marcus," she said to him.

He shook his head and his face showed his disappointment, "You don't even know me. You've barely talked to me before and you're judging me solely on my association with your brother."

She realized how much of a jerk she must've sounded like.

She sighed, "I'm sorry, I know that's wrong of me."

There was about five minutes of silence as they sat there before Marissa spoke, "Jaleel cheated on me with Alison."

Jeremy blinked, "The same Alison you hang with everyday?"

She nodded discreetly. She was embarrassed and didn't even want to say it out loud.

"Well shit, that's messed up. I hope you know that she's nowhere near as pretty as you."

"Don't try to swell my head up with your compliments," Marissa said smiling a little.

"Marcus and I are going to beat him up," he admitted uncaringly.

"What?" she said hysterical. "No. You can't tell Marcus, please I'm begging you."

He smiled, "I wasn't going to. But you've got to promise me you won't be out here crying over that fool. You can literally get anybody you want."

Marissa was startled by his words.

"You really think so?" She questioned looking at him directly.

"Yeah I guess," he shrugged acting indifferent again.

"You really think I'm pretty too?" She stayed silent waiting for his answer.

"Nice try, you already know that," he said.

He got up from the bench. "Come on let's go inside you need to sleep."

~

Summer was almost coming to an end now and Marissa and Jeremy had spent every week that followed hanging out.

Marcus on the other hand, was prancing around town with his girlfriend and he hadn't been around much.

The guitar made a horrible sound as Marissa plucked a string.

"Damn. I just showed you the cords."

She cringed, "Sorry I'm really nervous."

Jeremy sighed and sat next to her on the bed.

He guided her fingers to the correct cords. "You're going to strum the chords that I showed you exactly as how I did it," he whispered near her ear.

A shiver went down her spine as she nodded in understanding.

He moved his lips away from her ear and returned to his position beside her on the bed.

Marissa tried again sounding a little better this time around than before.

When she looked up from the guitar, Jeremy was watching her with a steady gaze that made her nervous.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"I don't think you realize just how beautiful you are," he said in such a low tone that if she wasn't listening attentively she probably wouldn't have heard him.

Her lips parted in surprise as she listened.

"You're gorgeous Ri and it's been so hard for me to resist you all the time," he admitted.

His face was close to hers now she could see his lashes touching his cheek when his grey eyes looked down at her lips.

She didn't know why she always thought they were green, maybe because she didn't notice him before.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing forget..." he wasn't able to complete his sentence because a warm pair of lips had found his and trapped him in a fervent kiss.

They pulled away savoring it before Marissa's lips found his again eagerly.

In no time Jeremy was on his back as Marissa commanded the kiss from her position on top of him.

They were moving so demonically passionate that clothes started disappearing.

Marissa was now on her back as Jeremy kissed down her neck. He could feel her pulse thumping under her skin with his lips.

He looked up at her while sucking a nipple, asking her with his eyes if this was what she wanted.

She decided to give a quick nod which may have made her seem too eager but she didn't care.

"You're so wet." He ran his nose along her panties and licked her through them causing her to take a sharp breath.

He took her underwear off and buried his face between her legs.

He moved his tongue slow and torturous, building the pressure. Marissa writhed in pleasure above him.

"Jeremy, please..." she begged.

She cried out as she reached her climax, riding his tongue.

Jeremy put a condom on and placed one of her legs on his shoulder before taking his time entering her.

Marissa's heart hammered wildly against her chest as she plunged her hips forward to meet his thrusts.

She made the sexiest sound ever as she came spasming around him.

His breathing was heavy as his dark brows pulled together and his features tightened almost as if he's in pain.

"Fuck, that's so hot," he admitted as he finished in two more strokes.

Jeremy fell on his back exasperated and trying to catch his breath and wrap his mind around what just happened.

Marissa was sill shocked as she laid on her back staring at the ceiling.

Jeremy knew he was hooked the moment she milked him dry like no one else.

To be continued....