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that
looked remarkably like Aunt Sookie’s Pad. Oh my God, it looked like an exact
replica right down to the same comfortable Nantucket cottage sofa in the living
room, Nat and Drew’s room, and even my room. 
    So
this was Nat’s special place for him to come home to. I was almost moved to
tears thinking about how he must have missed home so much that he built his
version right here.
    Luis
watched me looked around and patiently stood by.  “Do you want to be alone,
here?” He asked. “You look like you know this place.”
    “I
do,” I said. “This is the place we grew up at, where he and Summer first fell
in love.”
    “I
don’t think he’s over it,” Luis said.
    “Why?”
I asked.
    “Because
everytime I see him go on a mission, he always brings her picture with him.”
    My
heart fell hard. Poor Nat. 
    “It’s
okay, though,” Luis said. “I asked him about it once, and he said, he looks at
her picture to remind him why he was going on a mission in the first place. 
After all these years, although she’s with someone else now, she’s become a
symbol for him.”
    “Oh,”
I said. “That’s a relief.”
    “I
know,” Luis said, “the guys…they were all worried for him, how he would act
coming back and attending the wedding, but seems as though he’s okay. He’s like
our big brother now, and we all want him to be happy,” Luis said.
    “Good,”
I took Luis’ hand. “I’m glad he has found his own family here, too.”  I walked
to my room and found that there were clothes in there that looked like the ones
I last wore before Nat went on his trip to Afghanistan.  My Rachel Goth era
clothes. I took out the denim shorts and punk rock t-shirt, and went to the
shower room.  I looked over at Luis and said, “Come on, I mean it when I said I
needed help reaching my back in the shower.”
    I
smiled. It was as though coming to this room has brought back the rebellious
Rachel I once was at age 18 and staying at the Malibu Pad. She was the Rachel I
used to be, the devil-may-care girl who dated goth guys, listened to punk rock,
stayed out late past the curfew, and purposely did shocking things to rile up
my twin brother Drew.
    I
started the shower as Luis walked in, his eyes burning into mine. He looked
hungry and dangerous, gone was the sweet innocent young man from earlier. Gone
was the uptight Rachel from earlier. I was Rebel Rachel, and all I wanted as I
looked at Luis’ hot hard body was to have the wildest, hottest, no-holds bar
sex. Slut-shamers be damn. I took off my t-shirt, revealing my bare breasts
already harden with desire. I didn’t wear a bra today, and before I could take
in a deep breath to push my tits out further to illuminate them, Luis was
immediately on me, his mouth kissing my neck, my shoulders, and hot on my
breasts, taking my nipples into his warm mouth and working it with his tongue.
His large left hand stroke my other breasts, while his right one, tore off my
pants and panties at the same time to begin delving two fingers deep into me. Boy
the boy knew how to make the butterflies go away.
    I
grasped, and his mouth covered mine, hungrily kissing me, his tongue delving in
to taste every corner. “God, woman,” he said, “You are the sexiest woman alive,
it was hard not to react when you’d walk by and I could smell you. I wanted to
eat you earlier (you smell so ripe, a woman in heat) but had to hold back from
even going near you.”
    “Thus
looking like a damn stone statue,” I laughed.
    “Or
I couldn’t hold back,” Luis said, running his fingers, across my clit, with my
wetness, and making me moan.
    “I
thought out of all the men here, you seemed the least interested in me,” I said.
“Probably why Andrew trusted you with me alone…little did he know.”
    “He
could trust me,” Luis said. “I would never harm who or what he thought was
important to him. I’ll take very good,” he pumped me with his fingers, deep
into me, and added another one as I