Lucas's face gradually became unsightly. In fact, compared to his adoptive parents, he rejected the fact that Natasha had a lover more than either of them. Natasha in his eyes, was still an immature girl. He never agreed to let Natasha fall in love so soon. She was only sixteen years old, living in the love of her parents and brother, never knowing how cruel the world was.
But, Lucas couldn't refuse. Compared to the fact that he didn't want Natasha to date, letting her hurt was even more painful for him.
"Okay, I'll tell my parents. But, you have to understand, I can't change their mind. If the parents really don't want to see that boy, then no one can change their minds."
He got up and slowly left the room.
Natasha stayed in Lucas's room, lying down on his bed. She still remembers very clearly when she was a child, she used to hug him to sleep on this bed. Although the two are only adopted brothers, she is very close to Lucas. Maybe because Natasha always wanted an older brother?
She pulled the dark blanket over her. The familiar masculine scent wrapped around Natasha's nose, making her slightly ecstatic. When she was fourteen, her brother didn't let her sleep with her anymore. Natasha didn't understand why, but seeing his resolute attitude, she could only obey.
"Natt, you come down here. We have something to discuss!"
The voice of Mr. Hence, the sound startled her. Natasha fixed her messy hair and hurried downstairs. As she could guess, her parents agreed to let her go on a date. Actually, it was not natural for Natasha to have that thought. Lucas's parents took him very seriously, as long as he said it, the two of them would definitely agree.
"Okay, as your father, I agree to let that guy come to our house for dinner. But on one condition, I will go to school and pick you up tomorrow."
Mr. Hence against the chin. Although Natasha's disapproving face made him a little awkward, this was his last concession.
Natasha pouted. She was also planning to go with that guy to buy some things and then go home. Her pleading gaze turned to Lucas. As long as he said it, her father would definitely not come to school to pick up the three of them. But unfortunately for Natasha, Lucas decided to keep quiet. Just like Mr. Hence, he has already made concessions.
"Yes, I know. I will tell him."
Natasha bowed her head. She crept back to her room, not wanting to talk anymore.
Mrs. Hence, looking in the direction her daughter was leaving, sighed. She knew that Natasha was deeply displeased with her father and brother's attitude but this was the best way. She took Lucas's hand, patting the back of his hand gently. Natasha is young, she still doesn't have enough social knowledge, and she doesn't know if the friends around her are good or bad. Their family only has one daughter, Natasha, so it was impossible not to protect her.
Lucas didn't say anything either. Or rather, he didn't need to say anything. That handshake from Mrs. Hence told him what he needed to do. And Lucas's silence was the answer to his consent. No matter what happens, Natasha will always be Lucas's top priority.
He looked at the cake on the table, carefully cradling it in his hand. Hesitating for a moment, Lucas still decided to put it on the table. He can't eat strawberries. It's not that he doesn't like it, it's that he can't eat this fruit. But Natasha really likes strawberries. Because of that hobby of hers, he never told her about it.
Actually, there are many things Natasha likes but Lucas is not very interested in them. For example, she likes to go to the cinema to watch some romantic movies. But for Lucas, crowded places like movie theaters were not suitable for him. Yet when Natasha asked him to go to the movies with her, he nodded without hesitation. As long as she was happy, his feelings had nothing to do with it.
Lucas lay down on the bed, Natasha's sweet scent wafting around his nose. That stupid girl, completely disobeying his prompts, climbed into his bed. The scents of the two mixed together, causing Lucas's body to heat up. He could not control his lust, greedily wanting to take the sweet scent.
He touched the painful swelling below, gasping for breath. His mind flashed to Natasha lying on his bed, her small body curled up in his blankets.
"Natasha…Natasha… I love you...I want you... Damn it!"
Lucas' voice was low, slightly hoarse. The sweat on his handsome face was controlled by lust. His movements became more and more violent as if he was punishing himself. Pleasure and self-doubt made him choke in his heart. The hand moved faster, bringing him to the climax. His body trembled, milky white liquid smeared on the sheets and in the palms of his hands. Lucas gasped, his eyes fixed on his hand, finally clenching it.
"Damned! Lucas, you're not allowed to have those thoughts!"
He cursed under his breath, cursing himself. He was not allowed to have that kind of thought with Natasha. She was his sister, not like any other normal girl. He can have lust with anyone, but he is not allowed to have those thoughts with Natasha. But, affection is not something that can be held back. Lucas fell in love with his sister. He loved her from the first day he became a member of this family.
But he couldn't say it. His love for Natasha was like a calloused scar. At times, it will throb painfully. But there are times when it will be quiet without any feeling at all. Only, it will stay there forever, imprinting on Lucas's heart as if to tell him that he will not be able to deny this love.