Chapter 11: Inner Struggle

\[Leo’s POV\]

The jet ski beneath me sways as Rue slowly climbs on, and once she is seated, I rev the engine to life and then peek at her over my shoulder.

Instantly, I’m caught off guard due to just how close our faces are, but if Rue feels the same, she doesn’t give way to it.

“What?” She asks, eyeing me, her blue eyes that are the exact same shade as Darlene’s sparkling. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” I respond, realizing that I was being creepy. “I was just going to tell you to grab onto me so that you don’t fall off.”

Nodding, she does as instructed, and where her arms and hands touch seems to come alive and make something else want to come alive.

Dammit.

What the hell was I even thinking right now? Darlene was my wife, and she should be the only woman who actually aroused me, but with Rue pressed against me, only a thin life jacket separating her breasts and her bare torso from my back, I couldn’t quite stop the inappropriate thoughts that wanted to come forward.

This was a bad idea.

How did I not realize that this would be such a bad idea when Darlene suggested it?

Two adults sharing a single jet ski—what the hell was I even thinking?

Of course, things would be different if Rue were a child. Then I wouldn’t even be feeling something, but she was an adult and a very attractive one at that.

I noticed it too during mine and Darlene’s wedding when we met again.

In high school she was a short chubby thing with glasses, acne, and overly frizzy curly blonde hair, but now, she was a beauty with her curvy figure, clear glowing skin, and long blonde hair that fell around her body perfectly.

Any man would be able to see just how beautiful she was, and honestly, any man would instantly be aroused if she were to hug against them.

“Mr. Owens?”

The woman in question’s voice drifts through my reverie, and I realize too late that I’ve been in a daze.

“Sorry,” I mutter, shaking off the thoughts that are threatening to consume me. “Are you ready?”

Nodding, she tightens her hold on me, and when her fingers lay just above the waistband of my trunks, I do my best to ignore them as I twist the jet ski's handles and then move forward.

Instantly, wind and ocean water start to brush against my skin, cooling the heat that is slowly spreading through my body and clearing my head that is filling with sinful thoughts.

It is invigorating, to say the least, as we move, zooming through the water, rising high into the sky as we hit waves, and then crashing down. And I find myself coming alive.

Ah, how I missed this.

When I was younger my parents would take me for rides when they weren’t busy.

It was a memory that I carried closely to my heart, and although I had hoped to share this with Darlene so that she could learn another side of me and my past, here I was enjoying it with her daughter instead.

“Mr. Owens!” Rue calls, once again snapping me out of my daze. “Look! There’s an island ahead! Can we go to it?”

For a moment, I don’t respond as I take in the island, and when I see a small castle on it, I remember what it is.

It was a tourist attraction that was surrounded with a rich history and even some pretty spooky ghost stories that our parents used to tell us as kids.

“Alright,” I respond, deciding what it would hurt. “We could explore for a bit so that I could calm the hell down and then head back to the resort.

After that, I would spend the rest of my vacation with Darlene so that I didn’t have to be alone with Rue anymore, and then things would be fine.

Right. I just needed to get through this, and then I would make sure that I didn’t get close enough to Rue to have such thoughts about her.

I was certain that this was only happening because we were practically strangers, but the more time that passed, we would naturally develop familial emotions, and these sinful thoughts and feelings would disappear for good.

When we arrive at the island, I’m the first to jump off the jet ski, and when I turn to help Rue off, I find that she is staring at me strangely.

“Something wrong?” I ask, and then her eyes widen.

“No!” She gasps, and I can’t help but wonder what exactly was going through her head. “Sorry, I was just taking things in.”

“Is that so?” I ask, looking around as memories of coming to this island with my friends return. “Well, there’s much more to see. Come on.”

As I speak, I hold out a hand to her, and then when she takes it, I help her off the jet ski, and once she is on her feet, she starts to undo her life jacket.

“What are you doing?” I ask as her chest and bare stomach start to come into view.

“I’m taking this off.” She responds. “It’s uncomfortable, and I don’t want to have to walk around in it.”

For a moment, I don’t speak as I try to think of an excuse to get her to keep it on because, honestly, with her standing there in nothing but a skimpy bikini, I felt my inappropriate thoughts returning.

“Aren’t you going to take yours off too?” She asks as silence falls around us. “It isn’t like we are on the water right now. We can’t drown in sand.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, feeling defeated. “You’re right.”

Deciding not to argue, I quickly pull off my life jacket and then turn toward the castle that stands out in the distance.

“Come on then.”

I don’t wait for a response from Rue before I move forward, heading toward the forest line and then in, and when she falls into step beside me, I don’t dare to look her way.

I had this. Of course I had this. As long as I didn’t let my gaze take in the beauty beside me, then I wouldn’t feel a thing.

This was easy. I was a teacher, and I taught new adults all the time, and I was always able to avoid any temptations when it came to them, and yet, even now with the view out of my periphery, I feel my body hum with excitement and my dick twitch, and I know that no amount of trying to convince myself would stop the taboo things I was feeling.