Alfred washed his face and looked in the mirror. Since when did Matt know how to throw a decent punch? His right cheek was swollen slightly and his nose had stopped bleeding... but that was the least of his problems. His little run-in with Sherry had given him an erection that seriously needed his attention. He had hoped that Sherry would take care of it. He turned the water off and headed back to his room, closing the door behind him. Even though he knew what he was doing with Sherry was wrong, he couldn't help but love it more. The fact that what he was doing was srictly taboo made it even more exicting to him.

"Ahh..." he moaned, pumping his hand up and down, laying on his bed. He thought about the usual things when he was deep in a fantasy of his: Arthur bent over his desk and Alfred riding him. It would usually help him get off quickly... but this time, it didn't work. He sighed to himself and tried to think of something else; he went as far as thinking of Matt when Francis had him dressed up as a girl, but that didn't help either. He groaned and pulled his hand away. "...Maybe I can sleep it off..." he muttered to himself, pulling the blanket up and closing his eyes.

In his mind, he saw Sherry standing in the kitchen with her ice cream. He knocked it out of her hand and kissed her passionately, walking her to the far wall. She struggled against him, trying to push him off. He reached up and twirled her curl, making her shudder and moan against her will. Al pulled back and attacked her neck, kissing, biting, licking and sucking on it, leaving his mark on her. Sherry trembled more and bit her lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Alfred looked at her face for a moment and kissed her cheek softly. 'You know I'll always love you, Sherry,' he whispered, 'And I would never do anything to hurt you...' She closed her eyes and continued to try to push him away as he chuckled and tugged her curl playfully. 'N-no.. s-stop it...' she whimpered with tears in her eyes as Al kissed her again. His hands wandered down her chest and to her sweatpants. She began to fight back again, trying her hardest not to let Al have his way. He fiddled with her curl again, twirling it around his finger and pulling it. Sherry moaned into the kiss and her hands stopped trying to push her older brother away. Instead, they wrapped themselves around his neck. Al smirked into the kiss and took off his sweatpants and boxers. His hands were at Sherry's sweatpants and began tugging them and her panties off.

Matt sat up and rubbed his eyes. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. He walked towards the kitchen and fixed him a glass of water. What was he going to do with Al? It's not like he was going to listen to his invisible brother... but that threat sure got through to him. The Canadian drank the water and sighed. He didn't want to break up the family but Sherry's well being and mental health was more important. Besides, it was about time Al learned that his actions would have consenquences he might not like. As Matt headed back to his room, he heard something that made him stop.

"Ahh..." Matt followed the sound until he came to Al's door. He placed an ear next to the door. Surely Al wouldn't be...

"Ahh... S-Sherry!" he heard the other moan loudly as Matt growled and kicked the door open.

"Where is - ?!" There was a moment of awkward silence as Matt realized what Al had been really doing.

"..What the hell, Matt?!" Al yelled, covering himself with a pillow.

"Oh god! I'm sorry, Al!" Matt said, covering his eyes and turning away.

"Knock next time instead of busting into my room like the damn Matrix!"

"I said sorry, Al! Try to keep it down next time! I heard you from the kitchen and thought you might had snuck Sherry out..." Al looked at Matt, the euphoric feeling he had achieved disappearing as quicking as it came.

"...You really thought that?!" he yelled making Matt flinched, "That's low, Matt. Even I know when to back off..."

"Then don't let me catch you forcing yourself on her, got it?" Matt said, walking out and closing the door behind him. Al sighed and laid down, smiling at the images in his head of his lovely little sister.