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AN: Flames will be used to warm my nights. FEED MY THY TEARS! I feed on the antipathy of others. Let us converge in conflict and cavort carefully in the cold light of my apathy towards your nightmare fuel.

Danny kissed Jazz as they readied themselves for their day. Jazz had her own things to do, being a psychiatrist like she'd been aiming at since before even graduating High School and Danny had college classes to go to. A major in physics and a minor in astronomy was a hard schedule to keep to, but being part-ghost had more than a few benefits.

The shower that morning had been... Cramped, but it was on their 'to-do' list. Never let anyone trick you into thinking it was an easy thing, or that it was anything but a dangerous slip-fest the first time they try it. Jazz walked out of the apartment feeling full, and not just of breakfast, while Danny made it a point to commit the experience to memory. If only to learn from it.

But he had a class in the afternoon followed by a physics lab. He liked the lab most, because they actually got to test the theory. Theorists are all well and good, but Danny was shaping up into an experimentalist in the field... But he thought back to the conversation of the previous night with his sister.

They'd decided to just have a quiet night in front of the TV and watch some B-movie that was playing on one of the free channels they got. But then a commercial for Game of Thrones came on. That episode where Littlefinger was taunting Cercei about knowing the Joffrey was the result of incest...

"So..." Danny began, feeling awkward.

Jazz sighed, "I suppose this is long overdue, isn't it?" she asked as she sat up, having been leaning on Danny's chest while watching the movie.

"Yeah. I mean..." he tried to find the words. "How do we do this?" he asked. "How do we keep this kind of thing from everyone? Should we keep it from people?" he sat back, trying to get his thoughts in order.

Jazz just smiled and kissed him. "Don't worry, Danny. We love each other. It's not our fault it happens to be different than what most consider 'appropriate.' We're careful to use contraceptives, we're careful to keep displays of affection platonic in public, and you live with me because I happen to live closer to your school than mom and dad." she hugged him, now pressing her face against his chest.

Danny smiled back, "Yeah. I love you, and that's all that matters. But I'm the famous 'Ghost-kid who saved the world' and all. Eventually, people will ask questions, and I don't want to hide. I want to be able to show off that I've got the most beautiful girl in the world as mine and mine alone."

His older sister, his lover, just smiled. "That's a normal reaction, Danny. Men are incredibly prone to competitive behavior, and 'showing off' is in your nature. But this isn't a normal situation. Even with the progressive politics, direct sibling relationships are frowned upon. We wont be able to legally get married, and if we ever decide to risk it, any children we have will have to have me listed as their mother with no father's signature." She reached up and took his face between her hands before leaning in and kissing him, their tongues dancing with each other for long moments before she withdrew, "But I love you, Danny. And nothing will ever change that."

Jazz was curious as well, though, as to where they had changed their relationship. When Danny had burst in on her in the shower, she'd first been embarrassed as hell. Her little brother had just seen her naked, damn it! She'd seen the look in his eyes, too. As perceptive as she was, it wasn't hard to tell that Danny had gotten excited at seeing her in all her natural glory.

When she'd gone to talk to him afterwards, she'd meant to let him down gently. She'd heard about his breakup with Sam, but latching onto her as a sexual fantasy wasn't healthy.

So how did she end up kissing him that night? How did they end up sleeping together nearly every night she had been home for the break? Not in a sexual way (yet) but just... Sleeping. Cuddling. Some light petting, maybe, and kissing...

When had it happened? Why had it happened? She'd spent a good part of the rest of her college education trying to figure that part out. She'd tried out a few relationships, figuring that a greater sample-size for the research was needed. But she always came back to the feeling that just kissing Danny, holding him and having him hold her, was better. More comforting than any of the orgasms she might have derived from her various sexual experimentation in college.

There was also the fact that Danny was half ghost, and she couldn't tell if that made her a necrophiliac as well... Sure his body was colder than most people, but in his human form he was just a bit chilly, and they'd never gotten quite 'adventurous' enough to go through with 'Operation Ghostbuster.' Invisibility and intangibility were quite enough, when they wanted to play those kinds of games, and Danny was finally able to control those powers fully in his human form.

She finally came to the realization that she really didn't care for those lables. Especially when the topic of incest came up in her psychology courses. It was apparently 'hot' for sisters to screw each other, especially twins, and brothers who are homosexual with their brothers wasn't considered a 'problem.' It was the idea of breeding with one's close relatives that drove people to see it as 'wrong.' Reverse imprinting had a strong effect not just on the subconscious mind, but the conscious mind as well.

As she sat on the bus, she adjusted herself when she felt something 'leaking.' She'd come to terms with her situation a while ago. She loved her brother, he loved her, and they expressed those feelings in a physical way when they could. Practicality demanded, however, that she not broadcast such things. Not only would she likely lose her job in the psychology field, but danny's chances would be highly reduced of getting into the Space program, needed or not give that he still had a standing invite to the Justice League... But who's to say that road would remain open?

Little did either of the lovers know, nor did they notice, the pair of eyes following each of them. Eyes that had camera lenses in front of them.