Chapter 4

Monday, 20th October, 11:46am

Justin groaned and rolled over. Instead of finding the vacant space on the other side of the bed, he found Alex lying there, naked, nestled underneath his duvet covers. Justin stopped for a second and realised that too, he was very much naked.

And then everything came back to him.

Oh.

Oh.

Alex sighed and wriggled her nose. Justin smiled. There was no doubt that Alex was very cute when she wanted to be, but other than that – she was absolutely mental. He moved a curl from her face and slowly got up from the bed, careful not to wake her, he slid his pants back on and hurried across the floorboards, went out of the door, and left Alex to sleep some more.

A few minutes later, Alex opened her eyes. She smoothed her hand flat against the mattress and went in search of Justin's warm body – but found nothing. She frowned and groaned into the pillow. He probably went downstairs to make some coffee or something.

She stopped for a split second and shifted her body a little.

Alex felt sticky.

She moved her legs and bit into her pillow. She was sore. Her legs felt like jelly and her lips were soft and pouty to the touch.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. She looked around the room and smiled, or did something between that of a smirk. She and Justin had shed of their clothes downstairs but were careful enough to change into them after they had sex, and hurriedly went back upstairs to part ways for the night – but Justin had other plans. He grabbed Alex, quite possessively (and secretly, she loved it) and kissed her. They stayed in his room for the rest of the night, and were careful to keep their moaning quiet so neither Max nor their parents could hear them.

Justin had come back by then. He watched as Alex pushed the covers off her entire body. He cocked an eyebrow and watched her get up. She didn't seem to notice him, or maybe she had, and was just teasing him because, well, she was Alex.

Shamelessly, she got up from the bed fully nude, stood up, stretched and let Justin gaze over her body – sixteen was young, but somehow she developed a little more for her age – and with a flutter of her eyelashes, she smiled warmly at Justin and (quite uncharacteristically) and turned away, her face blushing at the slightest. She had to mentally scoff at her behaviour, but she didn't regret it.

She still felt sticky, and stared down at her legs.

Justin stared too.

Her inner thighs were stained with him.

He undoubtedly found that incredibly sexy.

Alex walked past Justin and hurried into the bathroom. She felt free, like a tow-coloured perhaps, she felt as if she didn't need to put on clothes in front of Justin. She felt good. Alex sauntered down the hallway and closed the door behind her. Her heart was thumping heavily. She turned and gazed into the mirror and she was right – her lips were pink, puffy and used from all the kissing last night. Her eyes seemed bigger, brighter maybe, and her face was flushed with a slight pink tint in the cheeks, but her skin looked clean, incredibly radiated. She felt different. She had read a few months ago in a magazine that sex leaves an afterglow on a woman's face and body.

She decided to go into her room and look in her full-body mirror. She hadn't showered yet. Her breasts were swelled slightly, her stomach felt fluttery and her legs were still sore – especially at the hips.

She looked down at her legs that were still covered in his seed. She really needed to shower. It felt kind of icky still having the remnants of last night on her skin or better yet, between her legs.

Alex showered.

Justin showed after her.

They separated and changed into some fresh, normal, relaxing day clothes. She had to wear a loose jumper to cover the love bites Justin left down her neck, her collarbone and of course, the one underneath her left breast.

She liked that one.

Jerry and Teresa of course, suspected nothing. They sat at the breakfast table and ate silently together. Alex looked at her cereal and felt kinda sick – only because she was instantly reminded of those health classes where she had learned that sperm stays inside the woman for days – she felt a little bit queasy knowing that Justin was still inside…

"Hey Alex, pass the syrup, will you?" Asked Max.

"Huh?" She said after a few vacant seconds. "Oh – sorry." She passed it to Max. He literally drowned his pancakes in maple sauce.

"So, did you two sleep well? You're awfully quiet." Said Teresa to her two children.

Justin couldn't help but smile behind his toasted bagel.

Alex bit her lower lip.

Justin saw that, and it drove him crazy.

She still felt sick, though. She didn't tell him because she didn't want him to worry.

But there were no worries. She knew a contraception spell. She wasn't ready to have children. She wasn't ready to have children, with anyone, let alone her own brother.

Thursday, 23rd October, 9:56pm

Alex waited for Justin to come back from his college trip. He was looking around at some of the dorms and went to some of the tutorial classes. He was prepared to leave High School next year, and he was going to leave Alex here. Not because he wanted to – he definitely didn't want to. But he had to.

She waited for him in the living room. She heard the door unlock.

Justin stepped inside the room holding a paper bag of McDonalds and two strawberry milkshakes. He knew Alex liked strawberry milkshakes. He specifically asked the person at the till to top it with extra cream because he knew Alex liked it like that.

Alex caught note of him, got up and walked over.

He closed the door, simply smiled at her and held up the bag and the milkshakes. "I got you strawberry. Your favourite. Extra cream."

She smiled. Alex leapt onto Justin and started to kiss him. The food fell to the floor, laid forgotten as she pinned him against the back of the front door and began to tear at his clothes. She pulled his jacket off and tossed it aside. Next came his shirt. He hissed a breath when she unbuckled his pants and shoved her hand down his boxers. Alex ripped her shirt off and unclasped her bra. Justin grabbed her, turned her around and shoved her against the wall.

He pulled her shorts down.

Next came her underwear. He tossed those aside, too. They landed on the ceramic lampshade they had broken a thousand times as kids.

He lifted her, and sunk her down on him. Alex bit her lip and drew some blood. They hadn't done anything since the first time at the beginning of the week.

And to be honest, Alex was craving him like she craved sugar.

But Justin was sweeter.

He slid his hands to her ass and pulled her up. He began to lick kisses down her chest, back up to her collarbone as he began to pummel into her. It was soft at first. She liked that but she wanted something else. Something rougher.

"Harder."

He grunted and went faster.

"Faster. Go faster, Justin." She said, her hands flat against his back. Her breasts were pushed up against his chest. She was a B cup. For some reason, he discovered that at the beginning of the week.

Alex told him to hold back, just for a few minutes if he was going to come early.

He nodded sheepishly onto her shoulder. "I won't. I promise." He whispered into her ear.

She grabbed him and told him to thrust into her at an angle.

He pulled back slightly, switched around a little bit, and thrusted again.

Alex spasmed around him and screamed his name out. Apparently, that was her g-spot, or something else to help sexual stimulation. He was glad he knew.

Justin pulled Alex up and bit down on her earlobe.

He thinks she growled.

He kissed her tenderly on the lips and pushed again. Her back slammed violently against the door.

"Fuck," she whispered, "Fuck, keep going…"

"Yes…" He said directly under her orders and went as fast as he could.

"Do – do you have a condom?" She whispered to him, her voice slightly off.

He shook his head, the small beads of sweat traveling down his nose. "Should I use the spell?"

She nodded. "Please do. I don't have my wand."

"Okay, hang on." Justin stopped thrusting but kept Alex on top of him. He bent down and pulled his wand from his boots, which were still on as well as Alex's fluffy socks. He pressed the tip of his wand to her abdomen and whispered the incantation.

She felt warm there.

Then cold again.

Then they continued.

"Justin!" Alex screamed, and came around him. A few seconds later, he released his load into her and they slumped against the wall.

They stopped for a second after hearing the floorboard creak above them. They held each other, panting, sweaty and sticky. He looked at her, and Alex looked at him.

They giggled and he pulled out of her.

They gathered their clothes and changed back into them quickly. Alex apologised for making him throw the food on the floor, but he winked at her and said it was worth it.

That was the first time he winked at her like that. They took the food, heated it in the microwave and ate together on the couch, watching crappy trash TV together. The milkshakes were fine, thank God.

It became a habit that they'd fuck against walls. Or doors. Or sofas. Or on the floor. Anywhere in the house where no one would randomly pop out of nowhere and see them.

After all, they knew that what they were doing was illegal.

Alex didn't like doing it on the floor. Justin didn't want her to hurt her back so when they finally did do it on the floor, he laid cushions above the curve of her torso and her lower back so it would hurt as much.

Alex loved him more than anything.

They sat on her bed the entire night, facing each other in a sleeping position, staring into the other's eyes, not blinking as much because they didn't want to waste the seconds.

The sleep formed in Alex's eyes.

Justin smiled at her.

He was in love with her.

He knew it now.

"I love you." He whispered, pressing a light kiss to her nose.

She yawned and closed her eyes for the last time. "I love you too."

They fell asleep holding each other.

Jerry found them the next morning. Thankfully, he saw nothing wrong and suspected that Justin (Who used to have a hard time sleeping much like Alex when they were little) came into her room and stayed with her. Or maybe it was the other way around. Or maybe she had stolen his Captain Jim-Bob-Sherwood T-shirt and he just wanted it back.

Either way, he saw nothing wrong and closed the door. He didn't tell Teresa.