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Alex's Pov

He took a deep breath and started, "Um have you ever felt something…you…you know you shouldn't feel?" I looked up at him a little surprised. "Well yeah…I guess. Why?" I responded. He swallowed and spoke again, "Well I…I've been feeling…lately…things I shouldn't really be feeling…lately" He stuttered and I couldn't help but find it extremely cute.

It seemed as if he didn't know what to do with his hands. He kept fidgeting, putting his hands in his pockets, taking them out, swinging them back and forth at his sides, and messing with his hair. "What do you mean?" I said standing up and walking over to him.

He seemed to step back a bit, making me even more curious. "Um you know I've just been having these…feelings that…I shouldn't… can't be having." He was still stuttering and started to uncomfortably shift from foot to foot. I looked at him and then looked down at the floor, "What kind of feelings?"

I waited for him to answer while I looked down at my feet and wiggled my toes. When I didn't hear an answer I looked up to see him looking down at me. Then he nervously turned away rubbing the back of his neck. "Just…feelings." He sighed, looking down again.

"Uhuh. And are these feelings inappropriate?" I questioned teasingly. He looked back up at me blushing, "Um yeah. You could say that." My stomach began to flutter again. My own inappropriate thoughts began to slip into my mind.

I caught myself looking at his chest, his tight t-shirt hugging every contour. I looked away again, praying he didn't noticed. Justin coughed, causing me to look back up at him. My breath caught as I saw Justin staring at my mouth. I wanted him to kiss me so bad. But then he snapped out of it and ran up the stairs shaking his head.

I was so confused by these mixed signals. I wanted him to continue what he was saying, because I thought that maybe it would lead to him confessing his feelings for me. But maybe I was getting my hopes up too much.

So I sat back down on the couch and stared at the blank TV. I didn't feel like channel surfing so I just sat there and laid my head back on the cushions. My eye lids got heavier as I started to drift asleep.

Justin's Pov

I can't keep doing this. I can't just keep walking around feeling this way. It's just not logical, or healthy for that matter.

She's my sister. My sister! I can't have feelings about her, especially not inappropriate intimate thoughts about her. She's my baby sister and I've always looked out for her, and loved her no matter what. But this goes beyond that, this is more than just family love.

This is love that makes my palms sweaty, my face flush, and my heart pound. Makes me want nothing more than to show her how I feel. But how could I do that to her? She would be even more disgusted with me than usual.

I hate myself for having these thoughts, but every time I'm around her I fall for her all over again. Her charming yet sarcastic ways of making things go the way she wants. The way she always has some sneaky, conniving plan up her sleeve.

She's unbelievable. And I wish she was mine, all mine. I wish I could have her all to myself, without all the pressure of us being related. I wish I would have just told her hold I felt instead of chickening out.

I paced back and forth in my room, thinking of nothing but my sister and my uncontrollable feelings for her. I wanted to tell her, I really did. I thought it would make me feel better, getting the weight off my chest, but I couldn't help but worry about her reaction.

She would be grossed out, and probably never speak to me again. And having her as a sister is better than not having her at all. Our relationship is more important than my sick attraction to her.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. Oh screw it; I'm done doing what's right. I straightened up my clothes and built up enough courage to leave my room. I nervously walked down the hallway, my hearting pounding loudly in my ear.

I was finally going to do it; I needed to get it over with. For my own personal sanity. I reached the top of the staircase and took a deep breath. I figured she would still be downstairs, probably confused by my earlier "episode".

I started to walk down the spiral staircase, stepping slowly and carefully on each step so I don't fall. Falling would not be a good way to try and win someone's affections, especially if that someone is your sister. She would just laugh at me and call me a dork. Dork isn't exactly a sexy nickname.

When I successfully reached the bottom of the stairs without falling, I mentally gave myself a point.

Point 1 for team Justin.

Wow, that was lame even for my head. I thought to myself. I saw the TV was off, but Alex was still sitting on the couch. I walked around to face her, ready to admit myself. I stopped suddenly when I realized her head was tilted back, and her eyes closed.

A part of me felt disappointed I would have to wait a while longer, and another part of me felt relieved I didn't have to face rejection this early in the morning. But both of those parts where out-weighed by the part of me that was totally checking out my baby sister.

She looked so sweet and innocent when she was asleep. So peaceful, and at ease. I took my time taking in her sleeping form.

Her soft pouty lips, just begging to be kissed. Her dark tousled hair that was sticking up in different directions. My eyes traveled downwards slowly over her body. Her V-neck t-shirt dipping dangerously low, partially revealing her perfectly sized chest. The perfect curves developing on her are practically sinful.

No wait my thoughts are just what's sinful. I know I shouldn't be checking out my sister, but why does she have to look like that. She's just so beautiful, and when you have that plus teenage hormones it's not going to end well.

I'm such a monster. I'm practically violating my little sister with my eyes. I shouldn't have come down here I should have just stayed locked in my room forever. Or at least until these feelings stop.

I ran my hand through my hair again, probably messing it up even more. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch her. To run my hands along her body, to give in to these forbidden desires. I bit my lip, trying to contain myself.

I mentally smacked myself. I'm terrible. I thought to myself, pulling away from her and trying to make a mad dash for the stairs. Of course though, I was going too fast and tripped on the first step. I felt myself get pulled down fast and hard. I reached out my arms to stop my body from fully colliding with the metal staircase.

But unfortunately that wasn't good enough. My fore head hit the metal way too hard. Hard enough to leave a mark that would no doubt last a few days. I felt like there was a huge weight on my head and it made me dizzy.

I had to grip onto the rail to keep myself steady, as I climbed up the rest of the stairs. When I reached my room I looked in a mirror, seeing a rather large bruise forming on my fore head. Great this will definitely make me look better. I thought sarcastically.

I collapsed on my bed, resting my aching head on the pillow. I still couldn't stop my thoughts from drifting to her, even with the splitting head ache. I needed to do something about this soon, or I swear I would lose my head. No pun intended.

Ugh it's gonna be a long weekend.

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