Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical, but I find it amusing to corrupt the characters.
A/N: I've been sick but my other story's next chapter should be up tomorrow. Oh and big news, FallingWithGrace (AKA MissLovely) and I will be co-writing together! So excited! Ok, this is a controversial subject and I know that I am going to get at least one flame, and probably end up going to hell, but it came to me in theatre class and I just had to write it. So I hope you enjoy, and as for flames….BRING EM' ON!
Warning! Incest lies ahead.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
He always washes his hands afterwards. Perhaps if he does they will be clean again. He will be clean again. At least untilthe next time his hands are soiled. His fingers are the problem. They like to touch what doesn't belong to him. What shouldn't ever belong to him, but he can't control his hands as he buries them in her blonde hair. his hair.
No not his. Nothing of hers would ever truly be his, but she lets him touch her anyways. She gives him the illusion that he owns her and perhaps in that respect he does, because when his lips find the soft skin on her collarbone it's his name that slips from her beautiful tongue.
It's so easy to keep it from the parents. Just quick little excuses after dinner or during parties. "We have to rehearse." and "Don't you want us to be good?" Those lines are perhaps rehearsed more than anything else.
What do you think of this father? As his fingers trace little designs of the sensitive skin of her naval.
Aren't you proud mom? As he roughly pulls up her cute little skirt.
It's so easy. So fucking easy to suppress little giggles behind their expensive oak doors. They can sing their songs through quiet curses. They can practice their dance numbers with their sinful hands and tongues. She's the cold bitch of the school yet when she is pressed against his door she is anything but cold under his lips.
They'll keep up their appearances in the hallways. She is the leader, the dictator, and he is just the lap dog that is more than happy to scurry along, but out of the public's eye she is always the one to give into submission. Always the one to look up at him and plead. He lets he have her dominance in school and her lust behind closed doors.
He knows jealousy all too well however. He watches through narrowed eyes as her lovely hands lace around Zeke's neck or how her body sways to draw the attention of the male student body. She doesn't do it to hurt him, just to tease him until he can't help but given in, pull her into an empty class room and hoist her onto a desk. It would be so easy to get caught like that and that only serves to feed his hunger.
It wont always go on like this though. One day the will get caught. Or their guilt will finally catch up to them and it will all stop. Yet, even when it does he will continue to love her. He will continue to play out his fantasies in his dreams and occasionally her name will slip from his lips as he holds onto another girl. No one else will ever be as good for him.
He remembers the first time he took her. She had tears streaming down her pale cheeks as her perfectly manicured nails raked along his back. She had arched under him and in all his life he had sworn he had never seen anything so beautiful. So beautiful that he has to bite down on her pink glossy lips to stop his own overwhelming cries.
Yes, someday it would all end, but he will always be her first. He had branded what wasn't rightfully and morally his and she had willingly let him. "Think of it as a family gift" he often finds himself whispering in her ear.
It's Friday night and he's home late from his date…..Rachel, he thinks her name was. He opens the door to his room and finds her laying across his blue sheets. She's wearing his bathrobe and he can smell her coconut shampoo from where he stands. A shiver runs along his spine. She's been waiting for him.
"Hey sis." He says softly as he closes the door behind him. It will always feel right to be so wrong when you're behind closed doors.