Oh yeah, I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters, the plot is totally a work of my twisted little mind...

Chapter 1

Peter's POV

I am not a nice guy. I mean they're just kids right? Or at least they were...so when did my little sis and her friends grow up? And WOW! The way some of them grew up!

They've always been around, sort of like an extended part of the family. I've always treated them and thought of them like sisters...I mean I still think of most of them like sisters...but Cornelia...lately my thoughts are anything but brotherly.

Nice guys don't wonder what their younger sister's best friend tastes like...like if her lip gloss is flavored. If I were a nice guy wouldn't she be off limits because she has a boyfriend?

Why does it even matter? I date plenty. I've never been the one woman kind of guy, its always been best to have girls as friends...friends with benefits that is.

So why isn't it enough anymore? Why am I so miserable?

Well, duh! The answer to that is easy. Right now there are five teenage girls trouping through the living room to the kitchen. It's sort of hard to ignore them, especially with Cornelia wearing that sleep shirt. All I can do is imagine sliding my hands up those long legs to grip her tight little ass. How easy it would be to pop a button or two then slide the shirt to the floor to let me see her breasts. In my mind, she's not wearing panties so I'd be able to see everything.

I almost groan out loud at my thoughts, feeling my dick surge with need from the mental pictures. The pressure in my groin brings me back to reality and I hear the girls giggling in the kitchen as they make rice crispy treats. One voice in particular sounds like music to my ears. Just the sound of her laughter, is enough to cause my cock to harden.

There's no way I can sit here and pretend I'm not about to blow my load, so I turn off the television and head upstairs while the girls are still in the kitchen.

"Hey Bro'," Taranee calls, sticking her head out of the kitchen as I reach the middle of the stairs. "Do you want some rice crispy treats?"

Trying to appear calm, I pause ignoring the painful pressure of the zipper against my cock, and reply, "Maybe later, I've got some stuff to do in my room."

With that I quickly take the last steps and enter my room, closing and locking the door. A guy needs privacy while he finds release. It would not be good to have my parents or one of the girls to walk in and find me with my cock in my hand.

I turn my music player on with my favorite band. The music isn't loud, but just enough that the sound of my wanking can't be heard. I strip, then head into the bathroom. With a towel and a bottle of lotion, I settle on the toilet and begin stroke my aching cock. The memory of watching Cornelia's butt flounce past on the way to the kitchen makes my member twitch as I circle the head. As I get into my fantasies of all the things I'd like to do to Cornelia, my strokes become frantic until I'm blowing my load into the towel.

God I wish it could have been with her. My dick agrees cause it only goes down to semi-hard. I grab the lotion and the towel and move into my room. I may as well get really comfortable, because it feels like I'm going to be in here for a while.

Cornelia's POV

We'd all just finished our homework, because Mrs. Cook insists that homework be done first when we sleepover, so Taranee doesn't start any bad habits. Then we changed into our pajamas. I had just checked my phone for the fifth time, but there was no message from Caleb.

Didn't he miss me even a little? I mean couldn't he have sent just a quick "Hi"? He knows I'm with the girls and Mrs. Cook does not allow boys to visit during our sleepovers, but shouldn't he at least call his girlfriend to say 'I hope your having fun but I miss you'?

Why doesn't he miss me?

I want to sigh, and lose myself in the sadness that grips my heart. I wish I could tell my best friends how I'm feeling and ask their help, but they're Caleb's best friends too. It wouldn't be fair to ask them to take sides.

I need something to take my mind off my heart, so I suggest, "Hey lets make s'mores...oh even better rice crispy treats – they have less calories."

The girls eagerly agree, we're always up for homemade snackage and rice crispy treats are something that even Irma can't screw up. Don't get me wrong - Irma's great but Will once told me that the stove shivers with dread when she enters the kitchen.

As we bound down the stairs, we passed Peter in the living room watching some crime scene investigation show, you know one of the ones that's named with letters like: URDead, or SICop. He acknowledge us with a look and a wave then went back to his show.

Taranee began pulling out the marshmallows, and cereal, while Will grabbed butter from the fridge. I grabbed the pan and Irma grabbed the mixing bowl and spoon. With all of the major bases covered, Hay Lin decided to make lemonade for us and began grabbing a pitcher and sugar.

The best thing about rice crispy treats is you only have to melt the marshmallows and butter. The rest is all mixing it with the cereal and pressing into a pan to cut up – hence the reason it is Irma-proof.

So in less than ten minutes we were cutting up squares and cleaning dishes. Taranee leans into the living room and calls out "Hey Bro' do you want some rice crispy treats?"

He declines, saying maybe later. Talk about weird – Peter always pilfers our snacks. I'm mean he gets freshly made goodies and doesn't have to help clean up – for him its a win-win.

Because we know we have to make enough to share we always make a double batch. So this means we troupe back up to Taranee's room with a lot goodies.

An hour later we're all too full and tired from giggling to eat another bite. There's still a full layer of treats on the platter and Hay Lin groans, "Agh!, get it away from me! I can't look at another rice crispy treat!"

"Oh, don't look at me, I'm too full to move," Will moans as she rubs her stomach for emphasis. Taranee says nothing just shakes her hand no. Irma is sound asleep on her sleeping bag, so that just leaves me. I'm the only one that hasn't over-indulged and that's because I respect my body. Being this beautiful doesn't just happen.

As I sit up and grab the tray and empty lemonade pitcher, Will and Taranee climb into their sleeping bags. Hay Lin is starting to levitate – a sure sign she's asleep.

Walking down the hall, I hall I hear the music in Peter's room and figure he's still awake. Maybe he'd like the rest of the treats. He said later right? This is later, so I knock lightly on his door.

"Yeah," his voice sound a little gruff, like I might have woken him up.

"Um, hey it's Cornelia, I was wondering if you wanted some of the rice crispy treats."

"Oh, yeah, just a sec."

I can just barely hear him moving, then the music goes off and he opens the door. Peter is wearing just a pair of jeans, no shirt no shoes. The top button is undone and I can see clearly the light dusting of hair that trails down into his pants.

God he's well-built. Muscular arms, broad shoulders and great abs. Just one look and all I can think about is what it would be like to lick that chest...to feel those arms pull me against his chest.

I think I stood there staring too long, because Peter leans toward me and says, "Hey, eyes up here before you get yourself in trouble."

I can feel my face grow instantly warm as I lift my gaze to meet his. He doesn't look embarrassed, his eyes are dark and he has a smirk on his face.

"See something you like?", he asks as he slowly moves his hand across his abs, caressing his six-pack then ending with his thumb caught in his belt loop.

What a question! I've had a crush on Peter Cook since I was 13, but he's always treated me like a kid. So this has to be a joke right? I mean he knows I have a boyfriend...right? He's just messing with me because I was checking him out. I'm sure he's just trying to embarrass me to teach me a lesson.

"Ha, ha," I answer, suddenly remembering that my boyfriend doesn't really care and here I am being teased by my crush. And the hits just keep on coming.

I thrust the tray at him then head to the kitchen with the dirty dishes. I'm sort of glad I'm alone because no one will see the tears that escape against my will.

This isn't the way it's supposed to be. I'm supposed to be in love and loved. Isn't that the way the story goes? Every thought, every breath just makes my heart hurt more until I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen, alone crying my heart out trying to not make a noise to wake anyone.

"Are you okay?"

I feel Peter's breath at my ear as two warm arms wrap me in a hug that's gently and comforting. And you know what I want to do? I want to lean back into his embrace, curl into him and get lost there.

But I'm Caleb's girl. And right now I really just want to pretend for a little while that he's Caleb? Just until I can breathe again...

It's almost like he can read my mind. Peter pulls me over to a chair, sits down and pulls me into his lap, wrapping me in his embrace and pulling my head to his shoulder. He makes soft shushing sounds and runs his fingers through my hair until I stop crying. This has to be the most gentle and caring thing anyone has done for me ages.

When I stop crying, Peter places his hand under my chin and directs my gaze to him and ask, "All better now?"

I nod and feel his hand caress along my jawline as I do.

"Did I make you cry?"

I just stare at him, until he nudges me and says, "Did I?"

I nod again, feeling myself on the verge of crying again.

Peter looks hurt and says, "I didn't mean to do that." As he runs his hand in small circles across my back. The feelings his hand evokes are anything but brotherly.

All of these soft touches and the gentle way he's treating me, it's all too much. There's just no way he hasn't guessed about my crush on him after all theses years. Why is he teasing me this way?

I push out of his arms and stand up, and walk to the far side of the counter - putting distance between us. I look back at him and still can't read what's going on. Peter is not normally mean, to anyone – least of all me.

"Why?" I asked in a choked voice.

"Why what?"

"Why are you being so mean...why are you teasing me like this?

Peter lifts a hand in the universal sign of wait.

"You think I'm teasing you? Teasing you? That's the farthest thing from my mind."

I think my heart stopped beating – he's not teasing me?

"You expect me to believe after all the times you've called me a 'kid' or your baby sister's 'too young friend', that you'd seriously flirt with me?"

A smile eased across his face as he crossed the kitchen to stand in front of me, placing his hands on the counter bracketing me in place. Peter lowered his head to whisper in my ear, "I don't understand it myself, but sometime when I wasn't paying attention you grew up."

I felt my breath catch as he gently nipped my ear and asked, "Do you want to know the truth?"

I nodded slightly, the movement causing his jaw to brush mine. That very slight touch sent heated sparks running up and down my spine.

"I've been avoiding you all evening, but you coming to my door after everybody's asleep felt like a sign, like maybe the universe was telling me something. So I decided to go for it."

Peter placed a feather soft kiss on my jaw, then trailed down to my collarbone heated little kisses that made my eyes cross. Then he lifted his head, his heated gaze telling me he wants more. He wants me. As our lips met I was caught up in his passion. The kiss quickly deepened and I welcomed his tongue into my mouth when it sought entrance.

One of Peter's hands snaked around my waist pulling me flush against him as the other wrapped itself in my hair locking me in place as he took my mouth for his own.

Peter's POV

Why did she have to taste so good? The feel of her, the taste...it all went straight to my cock. I ground my arousal against her, let her see there is no teasing going on...my feelings, my need for her is genuine.

We kissed, drinking in each others' taste for long moments. Panting hard when our lips finally separated. I looked into her eyes filled with desire and confusion. There will be time enough later to deal with the confusion, for now I wanted the desire.

"More," I begged softly as I moved my lips softly against hers. This time Cornelia surged forward to initiate the kiss. My response was raw, animalistic as I drew her in and took over the kiss.

The only thing that stopped us was the sound of my parent's car pulling into the garage. We broke apart to stare at each other, knowing we had to escape this room before we were caught. Wordlessly we left the kitchen, leaving the light on so that my parent's would think it was on as a kindness for them. We moved quickly up the stairs. I stopped at my door and pulled her quickly to me for one last quick kiss, then I told her, "I think you need to be kissed and kissed a lot. I don't think Caleb is the right guy for the job. But I won't rush you, I'll take what I can get...for now."

I watched her nod with kiss swollen lips then head silently into Taranee's room and shut the door.

I have always treated and thought of Cornelia like a sister. But now there is nothing brotherly about what I'm feeling...what I'm needing. No matter what it takes or how long, I will take her from Caleb.

Cheers!

6/28/2015 6:45 PM PST