Chapter Two - Support
It wasn't that difficult to keep the others in the dark about what he and Maka did behind closed doors. They just needed to blurt out some bullshit about having to do homework together and Maka insisting they were not to be disturbed by anyone since Soul was such a lazy ass. It was almost ideal, they saw each other every day, could talk to each other in privacy more often than not and have the most amazing of sex behind closed doors. Yes, it was almost ideal.
"Soul, could you call your sister downstairs, dinner is almost ready."
"She's not my sister."
His father sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose as he put the newspaper down. "Soul," he began, reprimanding tone and all, and Soul just rolled his eyes because he had heard this lecture a million times already, "I know it is not easy, but at least try to get along with your sister."
"Oh, we're getting along just fine─" he bit back a smirk because he and Maka were getting along more than fine "─I just don't need to call her my sister. Hell, Wes is already high-maintenance enough to occupy all my brotherly feelings of shit."
He was met with the exasperated expression of his father as he waved his hand dismissively. "Fine, just tell Maka that dinner is ready then."
Soul grinned. "Will do, sir."
His dad and stepmother really liked to rub the words 'brother' and 'sister' in. It never failed to make him flinch because what he had with Maka was nowhere near like what brothers and sister had, at least sane brothers and sisters, he thought with a grimace.
She was in her room, her nose deep in a book, and he smiled fondly as he shut the door behind them. Maka perked up, shooting him one of her absurdly adorable smiles that would have made him freeze on the spot with a big, goofy grin on his face if he wasn't already used to them.
"Dinner's ready," he said, taking the book out of her hands without warning as he leaned in to kiss her. He made sure to mark the page before he put the book down and kneeled on the bed to kiss her properly, these small pecks were never enough to sate him or her for that matter. She moaned into his mouth, pushed him back a little, her eyes dazed and disoriented.
"Soul, this is dangerous. Someone might come in and..."
He growled, letting his head drop to her shoulder. "Fuck them."
Her arms tightened around him, her breath soft and warm against his skin. "I know it's annoying." She sighed, petted his hair and he nearly purred, wondering faintly why it never felt this good when ran his own hand through his hair. "Maybe if I hadn't insisted that we keep our relationship a secret before, maybe then─"
"Hey," he looked up, raised her head by her chin to make her meet his gaze. "What's done is done. There's nothing we can do about it, so stop beating yourself up about it. Even if they had known, there's no way to be sure that they wouldn't have gotten hitched anyway. Who knows? They probably would have insisted we break up or something."
She let out an an agitated puff, lay down, taking him with her on top of her. "It's weird. I insisted that we keep it a secret and now I hate all the hiding. I'm a hypocrite."
"We could still go out on dates. We just need to make sure we're somewhere no one recognizes us," he mumbled against her hair. He felt her smile against his temple. She patted him on the head and if she did that just a little longer he'd fall asleep on top of her in a matter of seconds.
"Thanks, Soul."
After a brief moment of silence, Maka spoke up again, her voice muffled slightly. "You know, I've been thinking about...when we graduate and go to university, we could maybe..."
He perked up, hope bubbling up in his chest. "Go to the same university?"
She nodded hesitantly, running her hand down his back. "Yeah. I mean, we would be free to do whatever we want."
"And..." he took a deep breath, willing his fluttering heart to stay calm. "Do you think we should tell them then?"
She sighed tiredly. "I'm not sure but...we can't keep this to ourselves forever either. I just think...maybe they'd be more tolerant if we don't live in the same house anymore and I mean you're 18 already and I'll be too in a month and then..."
"We can do whatever we want."
"Yes, but we need to apply to the same universities and get accepted first and...and..."
He stroked her cheek before he pressed his lips against her forehead. "Sounds like a plan."
Wes was glad to return. He was tired as hell but it had been his choice to take one of the early morning flights. His dad and stepmother wouldn't be home as his dad had been invited to a concert in Chicago by of his college friends. It was hard to believe that nearly half a year had passed already since his father's remarriage. Well, that way he didn't have to spend 'quality time' with his family with senseless talking and forced bonding time and Soul and Maka were more bothered with their own shit than each other.
Wes would not have tempted fate that way if he had known he'd be eating his words just a few minutes later.
It started innocently enough with him struggling to get his key into the lock and trying not to drag his suitcase too much as the thing was already abused beyond recognition. Things became progressively weirder while he was thinking about making himself a cup of coffee when he was starting to hear the mishmash of piano keys. Wes knew that Soul did not like to play, maybe he wanted to use the absence of dad to play how he liked to play.
But even then, this didn't sound like Soul's playing at all, in fact, it sounded like a five-year old hitting the keys to their heart's desire. He was mildly curious, but mostly tired as he risked a look into the living room before he made his way up the stairs to sleep in his arm, fluffy bed for five years. That was the plan; he hadn't, however, been prepared for quite the peculiar sight. There was Soul sitting on the piano bench, and it wasn't a five year old hitting the keys with its fingers, but Soul's elbows. He wasn't even facing the piano...oh, and there was Maka...on top of him, her legs on either side of him, moving and grinding against him and they were making these weird lusty noises.
What were they doing?
What were they doing?!
He wrenched his eyes away from the mentally scarringsight because he knew what they were doing, he knew what it looked like when a girl was riding a boy. Oh God! At least they were still mercifully clothed, and Maka's skirt had for once been long enough to cover something and he hadn't ended up seeing his little brother's penis and─he was going to puke, he...he had to erase this picture from his eyes and fuck it, he should not have turned that bottle of Absinthe down and maybe he could just rub his eyeballs clean with bleach, or better yet drink it and drop dead or something because he couldn't fucking deal with this and urgh.
His brother was screwing his stepsister!
He didn't know how he managed to find his room during what felt like a trip on acid gone bad. He plopped down on his bed and he realized he hadn't even bothered to bring the suitcase upstairs. He thought it would be appropriate to curl up in the fetal position and rock and forth like mental patient in the psychiatric ward like one from a particularly bad, inaccurate movie. Instead he managed to fall asleep some time later, woke up an hour later and got sick when he remembered why he felt like throwing up in the first place.
He couldn't deal with this, he wouldn't be drinking any coffee tonight, he needed booze for this and he reacted accordingly, taking out his secret bottle of whiskey, which he had expertly hidden from prying eyes. Yes, booze and lots and lots of episodes of his favourite soap opera─he mentally backpedaled on that thought because if he wanted to erase all traces from complicated, romantic not blood siblings relations he really shouldn't be watching stuff that was the breeding ground for complicated, romantic relations.
He settled on My Little Pony instead.
It was two hours later when a thoroughly satisfied Soul, who had yet to realize that Wes was home, headed upstairs only to see his big brother in a state between zombie and junkie sitting on his bed and watching My Little Pony.
Soul knocked on the door quietly and nearly flinched when Wes looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
"Hey when did you come back?"
"Ssssssoull."
Soul blinked, eyes drawn to the empty whiskey bottle. "Wes, are you drunk? Already?" voice flat, he rolled his eyes and took the bottle from his brother's loose grasp.
"'m not drunk."
Soul snorted. "I feel like I'm getting drunk by watching you being drunk so don't tell me you're not."
"'s your fault anyway."
"How is it my fault that you decide to get piss drunk?"
He didn't reply and Soul chalked this up to Wes not quite knowing how to talk without his words ending up as a slurred mishmash of nonsense rather than him wanting to stay quiet. The muted voices from the TV made the silence not as awkward. Soul was surprised when Wes spoke again, sounding too sober for his current state of inebriation.
"Soul, you know...you can tell me anything, right?"
He raised an incredulous brow because what the hell was Wes saying? He sighed.
"Just go to sleep, Wes, and don't bitch at me when you have a headache later."
"I am going to have a headache with or without the booze."
"Then take pain meds or something."
"I saw you."
Soul perked up. "Huh? Wes, what─"
"I saw you!" Wes stood up, shaky on his feet but he still managing to speak clearly enough to make Soul's carefully constructed world of secrecy crumble into dust. "I saw you having sex with Maka!"
The bottle fell from his hand; no one paid it any heed as Wes clutched his shoulders tightly, shaking him a little. "Listen, Soul. I know you like to live dangerously and shit, but don't you think that screwing your step-sister is going too far even for you? Just...what's wrong with you? And stop it before dad catches wind of it."
Soul was momentarily too dumbstruck to form words let alone to formulate a proper reply. He gulped, dread gripping his heart in its chilling hand. Stop? Stop being with Maka? If he didn't would Wes blurt it out? He clenched his fists and said, "I won't."
Wes gave him a long stare, fingers digging painfully into his skin. "Soul," he slowly began. "I'm not telling you to stop having sex or anything. Sex is awesome; I would never dream of telling you to stop, but just do it with a girl that is not your step-sister."
Soul pushed him away, fingers twitching with the urge to break something. "You think this is just about sex? Fuck you, Wes, I'm not like you. I...I actually love Maka."
Wes snorted loudly, freezing him with a well-aimed gaze of brotherly disdain. "Oh please, how long have you known her. You're just what? 17? How would you know what love is? There are plenty of other girls you could be dating inst─"
"I've known her since middle school and...and we've been kinda together for two years!"
"Wait...this means...before, before dad married..."
Soul nodded, his voice strained when he answered, "Yes."
Another silence followed and the My Little Pony episode might have ended, he wasn't sure. He just knew he was in deep shit and briefly considered in this frenzied state of mind to pick the empty whiskey bottle up and pummel Wes or himself or something.
"Are you going to tell dad?" he asked, carefully keeping his head down, his bangs shadowing his eyes.
"Fuck if I know."
Wes sat down on his bed, burying his face in his palms as he let out an agitated groan. "Okay, so you love Maka?"
He nodded.
"Just...just make sure you keep it down and stuff. And never ever make me walk in on you again, okay?"
"This really blows, you know," Liz said, sighing dejectedly, eyes heavily lidded as she laid her head down on her arms. "I'd always been rooting for you to get together and now this."
Maka perked up, her fingers curled against the hardcover of the novel her father had gotten her. There was something entirely wrong that she loved each and every book her father got her, whereas reading the books her mother got her seemed more like a chore than anything.
"You had...no, you have so much chemistry," Liz continued, not even bothering to look up as the waiter brought them their drinks. Maka thanked him and smiled up at him. "But you have to admit, living in the same house would make it easier for you to hook up..intimately." She smirked.
Maka gasped, pretended to be disgusted and shocked and spluttered about Soul being her stepbrother and how she wouldn't even dream of─
She stopped in the middle of her tirade of disgust. Maka was tired of pretending, tired of not getting along with Soul; she felt like she was suffocating by having to keep this secret from everyone else. She was stuck in limbo, not being able to do anything about it and she wanted...she needed to...to talk.
And the whole truth streamed out of her like the frickin Niagara Falls, she might be close to crying near the end, or already crying, she wasn't sure and liked to pretend she was completely dry-eyed as she braced herself for Liz's judgement.
Her friend blinked, took a little to take the news in and grinned. "I knew it, hah!" She pumped her fist in the air, startling a bored couple sitting at the table closest to them, and gave her a megawatt smile. "There's no way you can have that much unresolved sexual tension going on without snapping. So when did it happen?"
Maka was confused, kind of happy too, but mostly confused. "Um," she looked up, tried to decide if actual sexual intercourse was the 'snapping point' of the unresolved sexual tension, or that kiss they had shared when she got fed up with him and refused to tutor him anymore...or if that one time when she had given him a blowjob because she could and he had been more than receptive to her advances. "For...a long while. Before mama remarried and...yeah."
Liz's eyes grew wide, her lips parted in a loud gasp, before they curled into another grin. "Oh, I can't believe you," she laughed, throwing her head back. "You dirty little slut," she said, proud and teasing at once and even though Maka wasn't offended, she was still embarrassed beyond belief and really hoped the couple on the next table didn't find their conversation more interesting than each other, not that it appeared like it'd take a lot to accomplish that. "I always thought you to be the biggest prude ever and here you tell me you've been sexing your step-brother. Ohmigosh, I'm so proud of you."
"Liz! How can you, I mean why are you even...how...urgh."
"I'm guessing your mom has no idea," Liz continued as if nothing was amiss, as if they were having a perfectly normal conversation. "Does anyone know?"
"We haven't told anyone...but Wes knows becausehewalkedinonushavings ex."
"Oh? You should have invited him over."
"Liz! I'm trying to be serious here."
"So am I! Come on, when I'm talking about threesomes with brothers, I couldn't be more serious." She cackled and Maka found herself wondering how they had ever become friends in the first place. "Okay, so Wes hasn't told anyone else either or else there would have been hell to pay."
"No, he hasn't." Maka blushed because there was nothing more off-putting than the knowledge that Wes had seen them going at it. She usually wasn't this careless and when Soul told her about it, she was close to breaking everything off with him in a fit of panicky hysterics.
"What do you want to do now," Liz asked, features schooled into seriousness. "Do you plan to keep this a secret forever?"
Maka sighed. "I...I don't know. I just know that mama wouldn't approve."
"Oh, please, you're almost 18, you can do whatever you want. I also don't see why she is in any position to tell how you're supposed to─"
"Liz, she's my mother. She has every right to tell me what to do and not to do."
Liz made a loud snort, scowling heavily. "She's just come back to tell you she's getting married to your boyfriend's dad after travelling through Europe even though she technically had custody over you and left you with your dad."
"Well, we did keep in touch─" at Liz's incredulous eyes, Maka heaved another sigh, "─well, okay. Maybe we didn't talk that much after a few months...but...she's still my mom."
She hung her head, unable to meet Liz's gaze anymore, as her hands clenched in the fabric of her skirt. She gulped, feeling a knot tightly lodged in her throat. She was very happy that her mama was back, but it wasn't the same as before, definitely not. As much as she hated to admit it, Maka couldn't break the sense of distance between her and her mother. The image of the woman she used to look up to, who had been her hero, had blurred and she came to realize how much she had been idealizing that woman, refusing to acknowledge her flaws.
Sometimes, she wished she could live with her dad again. She kind of missed him, but hell would freeze over before she told the oaf that. Maybe...if she moved in her with her dad again, her mother would be a little more receptive to the idea of her and Soul being a couple.
"Look," Liz said, making her perk up at the seriousness of her voice. "If you want to be with Soul, stay with him. I'm not going to judge and Tsubaki, Black*Star, Patti and Kid won't either. If something happens you can count on me, got it."
Maka smiled faintly, gratitude swelling in her heart. "Thank you, Liz."
With summer break came a time that was mercifully free of school, but with summer break also came the lack of excuse for Maka and him to lock themselves in one of their room's to fuck. Well, they had this assignment over summer break but other than that nothing much, and they made sure to cling to this excuse for as long as possible.
"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" He groaned lowly, watching her eyes glimmer as her lips curled into a mischievous smirk and her hand ran down his chest. She rolled her hips into his again, eliciting needy moans from both of them.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Soul." She practically purred his name, flashing him a sultry smile as she set up a steady but slow - far too slow - pace with her hips. He let his hands roam up her body, revelled in the softness of her skin, stroked her back, her sides, her shoulders and palmed her breasts roughly, enjoying her soft sighs as she ground against his dick. He was tempted to look down, to see where they were joined, but that would mean not looking at her face that was so wonderfully expressing her pleasure. Ah, decisions, decisions. He wished all of his dilemmas were like this. He firmly placed his hands on her hips, guiding their movements languidly until she threw her head back. He was entranced by her hair, the way a few strands were plastered to her forehead, the messiness of it because he loved running his finger through it.
He wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life like this, with Maka in his bed and both of them naked. Gathering the last vestiges of his ability to think properly, he brought one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit with a thumb, panting at the sudden jerk of her hips. She mewled throatily, gasped out his name in that raspy, sensual way of hers that always made his limbs feel weak and left his brain nearly short-circuiting.
He whispered his love against her lips, kissed her chastely, his mouth slanting over hers gently as she became undone in his lap. His blood was roaring in his ears, his nerve endings on fire as she rode him to his orgasm.
Afterwards, they'd cuddle a little, share kisses and talk about random things until they'd need to get down to eat together with the whole family. They'd take their time to clean up.
Dinner today was filled with chatter by his stepmother and dad as it was usually the case. Wes had been far less talkative since their parents divorced and had been spending increasingly more time at their mother's house. Perhaps it was because he wanted to show their dad what he thought about this swift remarriage of his, or maybe it was just because it was easier to avoid him and Maka that way.
Soul would try to be discreet when he looked at Maka or at least that was what he kept telling himself.
"What is your biology assignment specifically about?" his father asked.
Soul sighed and caught Maka's gaze before he answered with a lazy smirk. "Anatomy."
Maka tried to cover up her reddening cheeks, gulping down her tall glass of water. Wes choked on his food and went for the wine instead.
His dad remained oblivious. "Oh, sounds interesting, I guess? I hope you're enjoying yourselves."
And Wes choked on his wine.
A/N: Next chapter is last! Also, don't forget to tell me your thoughts! :)