Revved Up Soul

Chapter 24

Luke – 17

The sky was dark and the smell of smoked pork and bratwursts filled Luke's nose as he and the gang went down to the dock. The summer barbeques were always eventful, but this year was special – it was the year that Kayla had moved back from her 'extended vacation' in Arkansas. She had short tomboyish brown hair and a rebellious attitude, yet her plump, round butt filled out her light blue jeans – giving away that, despite her attempts to look otherwise, she was indeed a girl. And a hot one at that.

Luke thought himself stupid for being so caught up on her; trying to convince himself that she wasn't truly that pretty. That she wasn't that smart, or clever or any of the above. But out of all of his friends, she had the mind that they all envied – she was creative and funny; knew how to do things with technology that he and the boys could only dream of.

It was Luke, Kayla, Able and Robert: they were all splitting beers with one another. Their parents never seemed to care so long as they got wasted or high in plain view of someone from the MC, they'd always get a stern talking to, but nothing would ever come from it – and the other time they'd be shamed for not being able to knock them back. It was far from traditional parenting, but damn it was exciting, Luke mused.

His mind turned then and Luke realized how much he missed his dad. His real one.

Able snaked an arm around Luke's neck, squeezing hard. "One year older and you still can't beat me," he jested. "Lemme know when your sack drops."

Luke wriggled free and scooped up his beer from the dock, defiantly taking another couple of swigs. "Oh shut up, I whooped your butt in basketball," he countered, but the words fell flat, lifeless almost. "Sides," Luke smirked, "it ain't about the balls."

Kayla had such a great, silly laugh. Even when it was directed at him. He wanted to marry that girl someday – Uncle Allen had always caught the two of them in the closet when they were just kids, playing all sorts of games and telling stories. He couldn't help but look at her chest, especially now as his bones felt so heavy and his head felt all spinny.

Robert downed another beer; he was the crown champ at Summer Beer-a-thon. He could knock ten down before Luke could finish four. He drank another sip of his beer, looking at the same kinds ah places on Kayla that Luke was.

Of course Kayla had told Luke as such that she never had any interest in his brother. Luke wondered if there was something wrong with his younger brother Able then, with the way that Kayla was glancing over at him. He remembered fondly the hours that the girl would spend in her dungeon of records and CD's and keyboards, crafting audio and all sorts of music with her computer.

Luke smiled, looking over at the lake – the crickets chirping and the adults howling far and away back at the ranch. He had an idea, "Hey," he announced, grabbing only the partial interest of the group, "we should take a dip."

Able nodded in agreement, but his brows furrowed, "We ain't got no trunks Lord Luke. Don't exactly feel like going in my boxers here."

Kayla perked up, smirking, "We don't need 'em," she declared, "let's get our skinny on," she whooped, keeping her butt firmly planted in the chair. Nobody seemed to want to be the first to undress. Her eyes went over to Able and she batted her lashes playfully, why did she keep doing that? The awkward, tense moment continued for what seemed like ten minutes – but in reality, was probably closer to fifteen seconds of nervous shifting and shuffling.

Robert was the first to break the silence, he grinned from ear to ear, "Yeah yeah," he said in agreement, "and whoevers got the biggest balls, you'll suck em later."

Kayla's face went beet red while the boys all laughed, a second later she stood up defiantly. "Fine," she said, "maybe I will! Too bad none of you actually have any!"

There was only a couple of heartbeats that denoted the silence between the moments, everyone a little unsure as to if what was said had actually happened.

Robert was the first to drop trough, "Take a picture it'll last longer," he boasted, pursing his lips together and making a couple of kissing noises. He then finished his beer and placed it back on the table, striking the most ridiculous superman pose.

The boys looked away and laughed, while Kayla put a hand to her mouth and giggled, giving a quick judgement before looking away; Robert then sprang backwards, whooping mid-air before hitting the water.

Able was next as Robert's head came back up – Luke knew that any elation that the man might have had would quickly be snuffed. If Robert's stones were golf, Able's were bowling.

Kalya howled with laughter, "Oh my god," she nursed the remains of her beer – eyes lingering for much, much longer than they had for Robert. "Put it away!"

Luke's brother cannonballed into the dark blue, splashing fingers of water against Robert's face – he spat in return and wiped his face.

All eyes turned on Luke and the world seemed just a bit heavier, the air thicker and harder to breathe – his bones felt alien, like they were the wrong size and had been secretly planning an escape all those long years.

Still wading in the darkness, Robert was the first to call out and encourage him, "Come on," he said, "show us the loch ness!"

Able gave a dry chuckle and Kayla agreed in so many words. Luke knew that it didn't matter all that much at this point, his brother was always going to win at a game like this – and even though she had no way of knowing, there was a part of him that wondered if there was a greater game at play between the three.

Robert called out again, "Don't be a big P bro." Wasn't that the whole point of this, though? Or at least to have big B's. Blood rushed to his head, and with pinpricks of nervousness devouring him, he stripped himself of his clothes and only remained on the dock but a moment before jumping off into the blue.

Splashing, Luke remerged from the water and turned around, "C'mon Kayla!" He cried, the other boys backing him up. She had her finger against her teeth, unsure as to if she should go through with it. She was wearing just a simple white tank, but even that seemed to hug her curves perfectly – something stirred below his waist.

Kayla laughed and shook her head, "Sorry, I just wanted to see you boys naked – I'm gonna score some ribs," she waved playfully, "buh-bye."

The boys came together in a chorus of complaints, Robert smacking the water with his hand, "Tease! You can't just reneg like that."

Rolling her head, Kayla said "Alrighttt," she paused, "you virgins ready?" She teased, lifting off her tank to reveal her plain white bra.

Wading the blue, Robert protested, "Some of us have gotten some," he paused a moment, "and you know what? I think Luke seriously won that one."

"No way," Able said.

Kayla's brows raised a half an inch, her face screwing up.

"Yeah," Robert continued, "It takes real stones to bust your balls when 'ya know your bro got you beat," he argued, hard to disagree with that.

Able just laughed.

Kayla shook her head and peeled off her jeans, looking between the three boys as she freed her long, spindly legs. Luke swore to himself that they stretched for miles. "I hate to say it," she said, undoing her bra and revealing her chest, "but I think Robbie's got a point." She stripped off her white cotton panties, letting them pool against the wood of the dock, and then jackknifed into the water, making a big splash.

It all happened in one big, naked, sexy blur to Luke – the moment not lasting nearly long enough. Even in the cool of the water he could still feel a heat pulsing through his body. The moon glittered across the lake, fat and full and bright; stars painted along that black canvas like burning jewels scattered about lazily.

At the thunders whoops of excitement and applause, Kayla waded over to Luke with an inebriated smile stretched along her face, "Guess it's you and me, Tiger," Kayla purred.

Smirking, Luke waded closer: Robert had done him a solid he'd never forget.