Lucas sat in the hot tub, shoulders slumped, and a beer in his hand. He was neck-deep into brooding after only two beers. The empty bottles were strewn to his left and three more had queued up to be consumed.

Knowing his sister was out on a date right now was killing him, he couldn't deny. The thought of another guy touching her, passing his fingers in her magnificent long hair, laying a hand on her bare thigh, smelling her fragrance, getting hard as they kissed—

"Fuck!" he chided inwardly. "Dude, you gotta stop with this shit!"

He chugged his beer and opened bottle number three. Before he had a...