Justin & Alex
A/N: Thanks to everyone that reviewed the first chapter. I wish I could reply to the anonymous readers. Please know that your comments are also very much appreciated. Also to those of you that added this story to your alerts and/or favorites, muchas gracias.
Warning: Okay, guys. This really it. This is THE chapter I warned you about. There will be depictions of non-consensual intercourse between Alex and her brother. And I didn't gloss over the details. What you will read will be gritty, raw and at times gut-wrenching. And I make no apologies.
It is what it is, and there's no sugar-coating it.
Also some of the language will be course. In other words, this is not for the lighthearted. Again, I strongly caution those of you that might be offended or disgusted by any part of this subject matter, please go no further.
Furthermore, I deviated from the plot from the film a bit. I made the main villain a supernatural being instead of some sleazy thug and expanded the "sex" scene.
Recommendations: The film Daniel y Ana is currently streaming on Netflix for those that care to see it. I hope that you'll find it a riveting as I did. Please let me know what you thought of it by sending me a PM.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or the film Daniel y Ana.
Chapter Three -Part Two
April 5th, 2015- Continued
As Justin mulls over everything the sorcerer has proclaimed, there are still a few glaring details that don't make any sense to him. Call him crazy, but he can't shake the feeling that there are quite a few missing pieces to this bizarre puzzle. Something is obstructing the truth and preventing him from seeing the whole picture.
Acutely aware that his inherent curiosity might earn him the dark lord's wrath again, Justin still forges ahead to ask, "If you're all-powerful as you claim, then why not make us do what you want with a spell? Why the coercion, the threats? And more importantly why the need for money? Certainly over the centuries you've amassed a substantial fortune, more than you could possibly spend in a thousand lifetimes. Why pedal porn for cash?"
Cupping his pointy chin within the fingers of his left hand, the sorcerer seems to carefully ponders over his answer. Moments later he gives it.
"Would you believe me if I told you I've done all this simply because it amuses me? Honestly, when you've lived as many millennia as I have, stagnation starts to set in after the first century or two. Boredom is the burden of every immortal. It's the price we pay for life-everlasting. So one does what one can to keep the doldrums away. It's as simple as that.
"And you're quite right, you know. I could use an enchantment to make you both more manageable. But where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge? As for the money, it means nothing, of course. But if my customers are willing to part with, then why not take it off their hands? Besides, I accept other forms of payments in lieu of currency. My clients are willing to pay any price. A desperate few have even relinquished their powers to me to satisfy their peculiar appetites. Not a rare occurrence, I can assure you.
"And now if you'll forgive me, I'm afraid I must insist that we move this along. I have a needy client-base that's been chomping at the bit to see the fabled Russo siblings in a whole different light. And like any entrepreneur worth his salt, I always meet my customers' demands. So let's get on with it, shall we?"
Tired of all the sorcerer's games, Alex cries out, "You're bluffing! My brother's right, if you're such a bad ass dark lord, then you wouldn't have resort to all this bullshit to get what you want! So either spell us or kill us because we'll never willingly cooperate, you sick twisted fuck!"
"Very well then, Miss Russo, have it your way," the violet-eyed conjurer says rather calmly as he picks an imaginary piece of lint off of his impeccable white suit. Then without any preamble he slings out his right arm, aiming it lethally in Justin's direction.
"INCENDIO!" he shouts, his booming voice rattling the very walls of the small white room. The siblings watch in horror as a ball of fire materializes in the palm of his hand. Then with sadistic glee the sorcerer hurls it toward the vulnerable Justin like a Molotov cocktail.
From the moment the fiery projectile makes contact, Justin's entire body is engulfed in flames. He screams his sister's name as the fire quickly burns through his clothes. Very soon it starts feasting on the tender flesh beneath, blistering the epidermis, charring it away to reveal deeper tissue while Justin continues to shriek in agony. The intense pain forces him to drop to his knees as the fire consumes him completely.
The smell and sight of Justin's roasted flesh, all blackened and bloody, proves to be too overwhelming for Alex. She can't take another second of her brother's suffering. "Stop it! You're killing him! Please just stop, I'm begging you!"she cries, as she desperately pleas for her brother's life. Fresh tears spring forth from her soulful eyes as the hungry flames sear her brother alive.
Fearing the worst, Alex's heart hammers inside her chest. As she struggles to catch her next breath, her lungs burn as does her parched throat. Defeating the enemy this time seems next to impossible. Even if she had her wand, it's a task too insurmountable to take on. Alex is a wizard, but a young one. And deep down she knows that she lacks the eons of magical training that it would take to meet this sorcerer on an equal playing field. He's much too powerful.
With a resigned whimper, her shoulders slump forward. She has no more fight left in her - the time for absolute surrender has come, so she gives up, raising the proverbial white flag. All she wants is her brother back. And she's willing to do the unthinkable to make that happen.
Backed between a rock and a hard place, Alex Russo has no choice now but to play the hand she's been dealt.
"Fine, we'll do whatever you say, just please stop hurting Justin!"
"Ah, victory at last," declares the sorcerer with a triumphant grin. Then with a graceful wave of his perfectly manicured hand he recants his spell as he repeats, "Restitutio in integrum."
Breathlessly, she watches as the warm gilded glow of the enchantment slowly whirls around Justin, gradually filling his body with its healing light. Amazingly, the spell works its magic to restore her brother to his original state. Before her very eyes, bone, sinew, muscle and skin all insistently regenerate until every facet of him is just as it was. From the top his dark-haired head to the tip of those stupid shoes he loves to wear, nothing bears the mark of the inferno that had consumed him just moment's before. Feeling a great sense of relief, Alex weeps openly as she rushes over to her brother to throw her arms around him.
Alex clutches Justin tightly to her. She can't begin to express how a happy she feels to have her brother back. Sobbing uncontrollably Alex exclaims,"Thank God you're okay! I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you. I love you so much."
Still shaken by his recent ordeal, Justin's reluctant hold on her tightens as he softly expresses his own unrequited emotions, "I love you too, Alex."
Burying her head into his chest she continues to cry, her tears soaking through the thin fabric of Justin's Tears of Blood T-shirt. However, Alex's alleviation is short-lived when she's reminded of the bargain she made with the violet-eyed devil standing within their midst.
"This is just perfect!" their captor crows as he claps his hands together with perverse delight. "By Jove, you two are so devoted to one another that it calls into question just how deep your affection really goes. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you are in love with each other."
When the sorcerer sees all the blood rush up to Justin's pallid complexion, his suspicions are all but confirmed. "Oh my, my, Mr. Russo," he laughs rather salaciously. "It appears that I may have inadvertently tapped into something rather scandalous. You actually do feel something more for your little sister that goes way beyond brotherly affection, do you not?
When Justin refuses to answer, the lecherous villain adds with a disdainful smile, "Tell me, Justin, just how long have you harbored these unnatural desires for your sister? I'll wager you've spent many a night dreaming of spreading those sun-kissed thighs so that you could get a taste of the most forbidden fruit of all- Alexandra's succulent womanhood. How delicious it must be. Too bad that mangy mongrel of a werewolf got there first. It must be absolutely killing you to know how his dirty paws have sullied her."
Angered by the man's revolting (and yet accurate) assumptions, Justin seethes, "How dare you? You have no right to say such things."
Oblivious to the reasons behind her brother's ire, Alex tries to defend her fiance. "Don't you talk about Mason like that. He's more of a man than you'll ever be, you monster!" Surprisingly, she still hasn't relinquished her hold on Justin. She finds his solid body and warmth to be the only source of comfort right now.
"Oh, Alexandra, listen to yourself, darling. Your precious Mason is the monster, not me. Besides, I'm not the one who declared his undying love for your brother's girlfriend while you were only a stone's throw away. That's right, I know all about what happened in Transylvania.
"If I were you, pet, I wouldn't be too keen to hold onto that flea-bitten cur, since my spies tell me he still carries a torch for the vampire. In fact, my sources have further revealed that the feeling maybe more than mutual. Works out rather well, I think, since the path to you would be clear for your brother."
"You lie!" Justin erupts, his blush deepening to an incriminating scarlet. While he's certainly angered by the prospect of Juliet's betrayal, he's even more distressed at having his innermost thoughts exposed once again. No matter how true the sorcerer's words might be, he decides that denial is the only course of action.
Through clenched teeth Justin attempts to refute the dark lord's claims, "You don't know what you're talking about! So I'd shut up if I were you!"
"Renounce your feelings all you want. But I know the truth. I can see the lust burning in those pretty gray eyes of yours, so there's no need for pretense. You ought to be thanking me, actually for making your fantasies a reality. Of course, I can't take all the credit since the lovely Alexandra has graciously to agreed to my conditions. Now be a good stallion, Justin and mount your mare."
"You're disgusting!" Justin angrily spits out.
The sorcerer sighs in annoyance, "This grows tiresome. Disrobe now or I may have to think of more creative ways to torture you with. Ian, start up the camera if you please. Maurizio, you know what to do."
"You got it, boss," answers the Italian-American criminal. Meanwhile, his partner lights up the studio lamps and then turns on the video recorder.
Alex anxiously looks up at her brother. Her doleful eyes are red-rimmed and terror-stricken as she tells him, "Oh, Justin. I'm so sorry."
Gently, he places his hand on her cheek and gives her a watery smile. With a heartfelt whisper he tries to reassure her, "It's going to be alright, Alex. We'll make it through this, I swear. Just keep your eyes on me and forget about everything else. It's just you and I. Nothing else matters. I'll take care of you, okay?"
Alex can't bring herself to answer him, so she mutely nods instead, warm salty tears of gratitude roll down her beautiful face. She does trusts her brother, implicitly. There's never been a day when Justin didn't have her back, no matter what. It's what he does best, it's what he lives for. And this time is no different because she knows in her heart that he'll carry her through this ordeal too.
In the interim the dark lord taunts them in a sing-song tone, "I don't see any clothes coming off."
With gut-wrenching awkwardness the siblings pull away from one another as they try to comply with the arduous request. As their shaking fingers fumble with buttons, zippers and shoelaces, articles of clothing and footwear are methodically removed until they are down to just their undergarments.
"Stop! Go no further for now," the crime-lord suddenly commands.
Shamed by their near-nakedness, brother and sister stand just a few centimeters apart with their heads bowed down. They refuse to look at one another so they keep their gazes averted.
Meanwhile, Maurizio stands directly in front of the powered up camera. Holstering his weapon momentarily, he then shoves a hand into the deep recesses of his jacket to pull out Justin and Alex's stolen wallets. Quickly, he opens each money holder and then plucks out their New York State driver's licenses. Palming the identification cards in one hand, he hastily returns the wallets to their hiding place with the other.
Afterward, he holds up the first I.D. so the camera can zoom on it for authentication.
"Here we have Justin Vincenzo Pepe Russo," Maurizio solemnly announces to the camera.
After lowering the first license from the video recorder's all-seeing lens, he then presents the second one in the same manner.
"And this is his sister, Alexandra Margarita Russo. Ladies and gentlemen, they are real siblings, born from the same wizard bloodline. And they about to fuck each other for your viewing pleasure."
"Splendid!" the sorcerer cheerfully says as he takes place beside Ian. He then orders Maurizio to move out of the way so that filming can finally commence.
"Alexandra...Justin, think of me as your director now, alright? Remember, you must follow my cues implicitly, is that understood? Consider me your own personal Cecil B. Demille."
"More like Cecil B. Demented," Alex mutters hotly under her breath. Nonetheless, she nods her head in compliance as does Justin.
Pleased by their submission, the sorcerer then gives his first set of directions. "Alexandra, my pet. I need you to go up to your brother and kiss him on the mouth. Make it convincing for the audience, alright?
"And Justin, while she's doing that. you will slowly remove her bra and then place your hands on her breasts."
Alex knows she must obey the command, she's agreed to this. Yet, there's hesitation in her heart. And she can't seem to find it within herself to move an inch. What is about to happen is all kinds of wrong. All of sudden she feels dizzy, like she's about to faint at any given moment. How can she kiss her own brother without wanting to toss her cookies? And how can she allow him to touch her in places that even Mason hasn't explored yet?
But she promised, she gave her word in order to save her brother and family. The die has been cast, her fate sealed. So there's no other option but to forge ahead. By sheer will, Alex moves her tiny feet forward, even if they do feel as if they've been encased in cement. Her steps are deliberately slow as she tries to delay the inescapable fact that she's about to have sex with her older brother.
"Alexandra, we're waiting..." the sorcerer seethes as he tries to prompt her to move faster. But still she refuses to hurry her steps.
"Listen to me you little harlot! Move that pretty derriere of yours, or I will have my men have their way with you while I make your brother watch!" the dark lord roars as he finally loses his patience with Alex. He then cruelly adds, "And believe me, by the time they get done with you, you'll wish you'd shagged your brother instead!"
Justin sees his sister flinch as if the cruel words unleashed upon her were a physical blow. Not wanting to have her suffer as he has, Justin takes the initiative by closing the chasm between them. He then reaches out to tenderly place his large masculine hands on either side of Alex's tear-stained face.
"Alex, please look at me," he begs. When she keeps head downcast, he places a finger beneath her chin to slowly raise her face to his. As his gray-green eyes lock onto her endearing brown orbs, Justin urgently asks, "Do you trust me?"
"Y-yes, always," she shakily answers him.
"Then trust me now. Close your eyes and forget about them. It's just you and I, remember? I love you, no matter what happens, okay?"
"Okay," she whimpers as her eyelids slowly close. She can feel how her long wet lashes graze her flushed skin.
"Kiss me," he whispers huskily, his entire body trembling with anticipation.
Justin knows that this is certainly not the ideal scenario he had always envisioned for their first kiss. But he's a desperate man and he'll take what he can get. God, he's going to hell for thinking this- but what other set of circumstances would allow him to be with his sister like this? Not many that he could think of.
This is it. The moment he's dreamed about for so many years is finally here. Of course, part of him is painfully aware that what he is about to do is completely insidious, not to mention illegal and against everything he usually stands for. And the fact that they are being forced into this situation makes it all the more evil.
However, the other half of him, the one that's ruled by his unwholesome passions, feels that the reality of finally possessing his sister, like he's always wanted to, supersedes any moral code set forth by man or magic.
God, he's sick or maybe he just doesn't care anymore.
The sorcerer is right. Justin wants this to happen, so badly in fact, that he can hardly stand it. And right now he doesn't know who he hates more - the white-haired motherfucker that maliciously dropped this "opportunity" in his lap or himself.
His inner query is answered when at long last he feels the tentative touch of Alex's quivering lips on his. The feathery sensation of her soft warm mouth grazing his own is the catalyst. The unholy beast corrupting his soul is at last set free as Justin Russo loses all control. With a hungry growl he presses his chiseled body against his sister's delicate frame. Next, determined fingers, made strong by years of plucking on metal guitar strings, thread themselves through Alex's vanilla-lavender scented hair. Justin groans when he finds the fragrance of it wholly intoxicating. Its soporific affect only spurs him on.
Meanwhile, his other hand sensuously skims down the flank of her sinewy body, briefly brushing the side of her breast as he goes, until it rests on her hip. Justin then grips the flare of her curvaceous hip-bone, as he seeks to deepen the kiss.
To his vexation, Alex remains tight-lipped. And it pains him to know that her participation in the act is purely perfunctory, an obligatory token of her submission. She's only doing what she has to in order to keep the ones she loves from harm, nothing more. At first he finds her resistance understandable and extremely noble. However, when she continues to refuse him access inside her mouth, again and again, his ardor quickly turns into frustration.
It's time to spice things up a bit to coax his little sister out of her shell.
Justin Russo may still be a hopeless nerd and now a freak to boot. But he's learned a thing or two since the time he couldn't even bring himself to swap spit with someone like Miranda. He's all man now and he's about to show Alex what it means to be really kissed.
Casting off all notions of right or wrong, his left hand draws her closer until their pelvises brush right up against each other. Calculatingly, he rubs the rock-hard evidence of his rampant arousal on her bare abdomen. When Alex suddenly gasps (no doubt shocked by her brother's erection), she unintentionally gives him the aperture he so desperately wants. Justin takes full advantage of it by pushing his slick tongue into her mouth.
When he gets his first taste of Alex, his knees nearly buckle. Her essence is indescribable to him. And it's extremely addictive. One hit of her sweet narcotic and he's hooked like a junkie. All Justin wants to do is get his next fix. And he'll pay any price, even his soul, to get it.
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Alex's natural instincts are telling her to fight against this, because come on, kissing Justin should be at the top of her Creep-O-Meter. Seriously.
He's her brother, for God's sake-the dorky guy she grew up with that she used to tease and annoy. The same blood runs through their veins, they share the same DNA. They shouldn't be doing this, right? Of course not, because it's wrong, wrong, wrong. She knows this in her deep down in her gut. So then why do his kisses feel so good, so right?
Isn't there this thing called the Westermarck Effect that reverses sexual imprinting between relatives that have been raised together? Why isn't working then? It needs to kick in right about now because if Justin keeps kissing her like this then she won't be held responsible for what happens next.
And speaking of kissing, when in the hell did Justin get so good at it? Holy hell, the boy's got skills. The way he moves his mouth over hers makes her tingly all over.
Wait a minute..let's just back the fuck up. What's the matter with me? I think that Justin, MY freaking nerd of a brother is a good kisser?
Then suddenly, all rational thought takes a vacation when Alex feels her brother's tongue start to methodically and purposefully rub against hers. She moans with pleasure as he continues to plunder her mouth, dragging her one step closer into sin. And Alex can't help thinking that he tastes as he should, of peppermints and home.
Home- a place where she always felt safe and well loved.
So she clings to him, hoping that Justin's soul-stealing kisses will protect her and make her forget the cold, harsh truth. But the moment she senses his fingers clumsily try to unfasten the back of her lacy white bra, the illusion of safety is shattered instantly. That's when she feels something inside her just snap.
Jesus, she must be losing her mind, that's got to be it. All the mind-fuckery has finally gotten to her and she's gone completely bat-shit crazy. It's the only explanation why she's partly enjoying this at all.
And what about Justin? What's his malfunction? Because unless she's mistaken, that isn't a Captain Jim Bob Sherwood action figure rubbing against her tummy right now. Justin has a hard-on, for her? What is wrong with this picture? Shouldn't he be just the tiniest bit upset by all this? One would think with the whole Fuck Your Sibling or Die scenario he'd be limp as a wet noodle. But here he is, sporting wood on command like the overachiever she knows him to be.
And then, as if right out of a Jerry Springer moment, a wicked little thought pops into her head. I wonder how big he is?
And that's when brutal reality hits her again head-on with the force of a Mack truck. Did she just wonder about the size of her brother's dick? Oh God, Alex Russo really has gone off the deep end this time. And she feels absolutely wretched because of it.
To make matters worse, she's engaged to a man that she's totally committed to. And she's about to cheat on him with her own brother. How could she face Mason after this? Would she be able to go through with the wedding? One thing's for certain, he must never know what happened. No one can, not even their parents. This will be one secret she'll carry with her to the grave. And she'll make sure that Justin does too. He has to if he wants to preserve his own relationship with Juliet.
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What Alex doesn't know is that right now, Juliet Van Heusen is the furthermost thing from Justin's mind. Especially since all of his senses have honed in on the one person that really matters to him-his incredibly sexy little sister.
It's not that he doesn't care for Juliet because he does, he really does. It's just that when he compares the two women side by side, Alex is so warm and alive. He can't help but love the way her soft skin doesn't smell of the death and decay. Or that her mouth tastes like the sweetest nectar.
Juliet's kisses, on the other hand, have the lingering putrid tang of blood. And he hates how he always feels like such a necrophiliac every time he takes her to bed. Juliet's a beautiful girl. And thanks to her dark gift, she always will be. She'll keep turning heads long after his bones have turned to dust. Yet, there is no warmth in her touch. And her pale skin remains so cold and lifeless. As a hormonal teenaged boy, he didn't mind it so much since she served as an outlet. With her he could release some of the reined in passion he held for his sister.
Sadly, when Justin became a man, he discovered that while his love for Alex would never be diminished, he had certainly outgrown the perfectly preserved porcelain doll in the flowery dresses. And now that Justin Russo knows what it feels like to have a live woman in his arms, he's come to the startling realization of just how sick and tired he is of fucking a corpse.
Alex is life itself, so vibrant and resplendent in her beauty, like the sun on a mid-summer day. After years of being confined to the night, Justin would love nothing more that to bask in her light until the day he dies.
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After a couple of minutes of struggling, Justin has manages to unhook Alex's brassiere. As he continues to kiss her into a stupor, he slips the delicate straps off her shoulders and then glides them down her arms. Once the bra is gone, his fingers begin to slowly trace the curve of her neck, loving the way it arches gracefully to grant him more access. Wanting a taste of the soft skin beneath his fingertips, Justin's swollen lips finally cease their attack so that they can follow the trail set by his hands.
As he leaves scorching open mouth kisses up and down Alex's neck, he feels her quiver with what he hopes is passion. Meanwhile, his hands continue moving in a downward trajectory, kneading her shoulders before gliding onto the delicate flesh over her collar bone. Suddenly he gets this half-crazed idea to mark her as his. But when he starts to suck on her neck she abruptly pulls away.
Because he's so drunk on lust, Justin is somewhat dumbstruck by her reaction. As his hooded gray eyes gaze down at his little sister, the sight of her mussed up hair, puffy red lips and naked breasts nearly makes him ejaculate inside his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs.
But when she looks up at him with those pain-stricken eyes, he understands her unspoken request. She doesn't want any reminders of this night, especially ones that the fucking werewolf could see. Silently, he nods letting her know that he will respect her wishes as best he can.
Then in an astonishing turn of events, it's Alex that reaches out to grasp his hands and then places them on her chest.
"Touch me, Justin," she whispers to him as her eyes close once again. Somehow he knows that this was not done in a fit of passion but out of a sincere desire to speed things along and bring them to their inevitable conclusion. He's disheartened by the knowledge that she just wants to get things over with so they can return to their lives. But how can they after this night? Nothing would be the same between them ever again. They will both leave this room changed people carrying a terrible secret for the rest of their lives.
Justin falters for a moment, suddenly not sure of what to do next. On the one hand, he'll be getting his greatest wish, but on the other he knows that he will never have it again.
I don't know if I can let Alex go after this. How can I? I love her.
Suddenly, his thoughts are intruded upon by the forgotten voice of the so-called director of this farcical production. "Oh, why did you stop? You were doing so well thus far. Looks like I'll have to give another directorial cue."
After a beat, the sorcerer gives his next set of instructions, "Alexandra, please remove your brother's undergarments."
Right at that moment Justin's throat goes dry, forcing him to nervously swallow his own saliva. And he feels her stiffen against him. Sure he wants Alex to touch him in the worst possible way. But landscape of this scenario has changed as he's painfully reminded that they're not alone and that she's only with him under duress.
Up until this point, Justin had done his best to put the men, the hot lights and the video camera out his mind to focus solely on Alex. And she was just starting to come around too. He could feel it in the pulse of her jugular as it palpitated madly on his lips and tongue. He could see it in the flush of her skin as his fingers lovingly caressed her. And he could hear it in those heavenly little gasps every time his hands brushed a particularly sensitive spot.
But then damn it all to hell- the cocksucker holding them prisoner evilly burst through the fragile bubble Justin had created to insulate him and Alex. Sadly, the temporary oasis has vanished into thin air, leaving only the harsh light of reality glaring into their faces.
And the part that Justin can't understand is how the creepy ringmaster of this deranged three-ring circus has remained so fucking cordial through it all. It's not like they're rehearsing for some cotillion or anything. On the contrary. There's nothing convivial about holding two innocent people hostage and then forcing them to perform like animals in front of a camera. So why all the superfluous courtesy?
Doesn't this sorcerer know that proper etiquette is completely out of place in this cesspool? Moreover, Justin has become extremely unnerved by the impeccable manners and the prim yet patronizing elocution. Hell, he'd much prefer the vulgar profanity that usually accompany Bizzaro World situations like this one. Maybe then he could keep his hormones and his emotions in check.
But then suddenly Justin Russo receives the shock of his life when he senses Alex's small delicate hands touching his body. Breathlessly he watches how his sister grips the waistband of his dark blue boxer-briefs and then starts tugging them down his hips to reveal the weeping head of his stiff cock. Justin removes his hands from her breasts when Alex is forced to crouch down. As she continues to pull the briefs over his well-muscled thighs, she keeps her eyes averted to avoid seeing Justin's erection spring free.
Disappointment bubbles up from somewhere deep inside the sickest part of his psyche. The deviant in Justin wants Alex to look at him, to admire the body he's worked so hard to maintain. And all in the hopes that one day she'd see him as more than just a brother.
Look at me Alex, his mind fruitlessly cries out to her. This is what you do me every time I see you, every time I'm near you. Fuck, I want you so much!
As soon as he steps out of the underpants pooling around his feet, once again the sorcerer interrupts Justin's impure thoughts. "Well, well, well, Mr. Russo," he leeringly extols. "That's an quite impressive instrument you have there. Not as freakish in size as say a John Holmes or even a Ron Jeremy. It's still an exceptional specimen of masculinity.
"And those firm buttocks, I must say that they are simply sublime! What a pity you're only into girls, or I'd be tempted to have a go at you myself."
Outraged by the shameless come-on, Justin's hard-on deflates just a little. It's bad enough that in just a few seconds he's got to screw his little sister in front of these strangers. But being told that you have a nice package and ass by some dude is completely demoralizing. God, he wishes he just could hit this weirdo with an upper left-hand jab to the jaw and lay him out flat. But he knows that he can do nothing of the sort. So he just stands here, helpless and humiliated, with his dick exposed to the elements waiting the next set of demeaning orders.
He doesn't have to wait long when the sorcerer addresses Alex again, "Alexandra, you've done well so far. But your brother has lost a bit of his vim and vigor, as it were. So I'll need you to help him regain his vitality."
Justin inhales deeply, fixing his intense gaze on his sister as she slowly rises up from her crouching position. He notices how bleary her eyes are as they stare out blankly at the wall behind him. The energetic spark that always seemed to glimmer inside her chocolate pools is now gone. All that's left is a dull, lifeless glaze devoid of hope. And it pains him to see Alex so resigned and defeated.
In the meantime their captor/director drawls, "Good, darling, good. Now, take those lovely tapered fingers of yours and wrap them around the girth of your brother's phallus."
Squeezing his eyes closed, Justin hears the pitiful whimper that rushes past her lips. He can feel how Alex's hand trembles as she blindly reaches out to take him tentatively within her grasp. As morbid as it may be, Justin still emits a moan born of pure pleasure as her soft touch envelopes him.
"Very nice, Alexandra. Now stroke the length of it, from base to tip, until I say otherwise."
Keeping her eyes tightly shut, Alex starts to clumsily glide her hand up and down the rigid shaft. Almost immediately Justin can tell that's she not an expert at giving hand-jobs. Her movements are erratic and rough, as if she's not quite sure how to pleasure him or any man for that matter. Somehow though, Justin finds her lack of experience endearing, sick puppy that he is.
And it makes him perversely wonder all of a sudden just how far she's gone with Mason. The mere thought that werewolf might not have even gotten to second base with this sister, causes Justin's member to twitch in her hand, as it grows harder still. Call it male pride. But he actually likes the idea that maybe he's the first man Alex has ever done this to, no matter how unlikely that maybe.
Inexperienced or not, he soon finds out that Alex is a quick study. And oh, sweet baby Jesus, she's really starting to get the hang of it now. She's already spread the natural lubricant of his pre-cum on her hand making the friction on his penis that much sweeter. And with every stroke her rhythm gradually improves. So much so, that Justin has to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he basks in the sensation of Alex's tiny hand steadily milking his throbbing cock. And it's all he can do to stop himself from telling his sister, "Oh yeah, baby. Just like that."
Justin feels like he's drowning beneath the waves of a lust-filled haze. Beads of sweat now dot his brow, teeth clenching together as his body engages in a Herculean effort to hold back the rising tsunami of his release. He's so intensely focused on what Alex is doing to him that he almost misses the next cue.
"Justin, oh Justin...your attention, please," the sorcerer crisply chides.
But Justin's too far gone. His eyes remain closed as he weakly acknowledges the sorcerer's call, "Y-yes?"
"Kiss your sister's mouth. Ram your tongue down her throat! I know you want to...why hold back now?"
This is one command that Justin Russo has no problem obeying. With a feral growl he crashes his lips down on hers. And this time he isn't gentle or considerate of what Alex wants. The only desires he wants to satisfy are his own...right now, let the consequences be damned. Gone is the protective big brother. The Justin Russo who everyone knows as the good son, the loyal friend and faithful boyfriend has been usurped by a beast with a single-minded thought - to possess Alex Russo at any cost.
Without hesitation he spears his determined tongue into her warm, wet mouth. As he starts to kiss her with voracious need, his lips, teeth and tongue work in concert to conquer and devour. Surprisingly, Alex has offered no resistance thus far and this emboldens Justin to go further. Placing his hands on her childbearing hips, he slides them down so he can cup the firm roundness of her ass. As his fingers viciously dig into the supple flesh, Justin hungrily sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. Alex suddenly emits a shameless groan when he sinks his teeth into her flesh. He knows he's drawn blood but he doesn't care.
And it appears that neither does Alex.
As she continues to masturbate her brother, hand never tiring, she starts to kiss Justin back with same level of intensity. He's astonished by the way she matches his passion, kiss for kiss, in an all out contest of wills. It's sibling rivalry taken to a whole other level and it's winner take all.
"Alexandra, release him. Justin place your fingers at her center and see if she's ready for you."
Without breaking the kiss, Justin maneuvers his left hand to the front of his sister's white panties. Quickly slipping two fingers inside the flimsy undergarment, he then slides them down the slope of her hairless pubic mound until he reaches her core. And what he discovers makes Justin groan as his erection spasms with need.
Oh my fucking Christ! She's more than ready. Alex is sopping wet for me.
Instinctively, Justin glides his fingers up and down her slit, teasing her swollen clitoris every so often. He's relentless in his ministrations as he rubs her raw, all the while adoring the wetness of her dripping pussy and all the little noises she was making against his mouth. Then suddenly, he wickedly twists the sensitive bundle of nerves between his thumb and index finger, triggering an unexpected and yet powerful climax.
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Alex cums hard as the world explodes behind her closed eyelids, white-hot and brilliant. Throwing her head back she wantonly shouts, "OH FUCK, JUSTIN!"
As she continues to ride out her release on her brother's fingers, her knees suddenly collapse and she's forced to place her hands Justin's broad shoulders for support. Tears spring from her eyes as she suddenly realizes that her own flesh and blood has just given her the most intense orgasm of her young life...and she loved every second of it. She should feel repulsed and ashamed by her reaction. But as she searches her feelings she finds that she's not.
So what does this all mean? Is she a whore now, a dirty little slut for allowing her own brother to finger her with such tenacious skill? Does she now want Justin as much he obviously wants her? No, that can't be right. Brothers and sisters aren't meant be together-not like this.
It doesn't matter if she finds her brother's kisses to be more passionate than Mason's are. Or that Justin's touch makes her body quiver from head to toe. What's happening between them is a one-time deal. And once it's over, they'll bury their memories in the graveyard of regret, repress their desires and lie for as long as it takes because it's the right thing to do. The only thing.
So with her plan firmly implanted in her mind, Alex Russo looks into her brother's shimmering gray-green eyes and breathes, "Take me, Justin."
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When Justin hears his little sister sweetly offer herself to him, he descends further into madness. He wants nothing more right now than to throw her on that bed, shove his dick inside her balls deep, and then fuck her into the mattress until the sun comes up. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that he needs to remain slavishly obedient to the dark lord. But he's desperate and he just can't wait a moment longer. He needs to have his sister now or die in the attempt.
Without waiting to be told what to do, Justin suddenly bends down to scoop Alex up into his strong arms. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he then carries her over to the plain white mattress situated against the far wall of the room. He kisses her once more before depositing her gently onto her back in the middle of the bed. Justin sees that she's as skittish as a kitten. But as she tries to scoot back to make room for him, he's on her in seconds, ripping her panties right off her. He then covers her smaller lithe body with his larger muscular one.
As they gaze into each others eyes, Justin sees no more fear in hers. There's only one clear message in those dark brown orbs. She wants him, plain and simple. And that's all he needs to know right now. Nothing else matters but them.
Not wanting to hold back any longer, he starts to kiss her all over, savoring the taste of her mouth and skin. His hands, meanwhile caress her every curve- her breasts, hips and thighs all get his special attention. His lips have already blazed a hot trail down to her quivering breasts where he proceeds to lick at her taut brown nipples with his hot, wet tongue.
With a needy gasp, Alex arches her back, wordlessly begging him to take one of her nipples into his mouth which he does most eagerly. At that same moment Justin places a hand between her legs and starts stroking her slit again, only this time he tries inserts a finger into her opening. However, the exploring digit meets with some resistance due to the extreme tightness of the vaginal passage. But after wriggling his finger a few times around the entrance, he manages to stretch it enough for easy insertion. He slides home and begins move the dactyl in and out while the palm of his hand mashes up against Alex's clit. As he grinds on the little bundle of nerves, Justin adds another finger to the first and proceeds to scissor them, stretching her further, in preparation of what's to come.
Meanwhile, he continues to relentlessly suckle her breasts. He alternates between laving at the sensitive nipples and then biting down on them. The contrast of the different sensations has his sister moaning for him as her hands grip the thin white sheet, almost ripping it to shreds. And it's at the moment that he knows that she's finally ready to receive him.
Somewhere, from off in the distance the sorcerer's exclaims his adulation, "Excellent, Justin! You really didn't need any direction from me after all. It appears that you had all the motivation required within you already, didn't you?"
But Justin scarcely hears him, he doesn't want to. All he wants Alex.
"Justin...?" When he hears her whimper his name so wantonly, he raises his heated gaze to meet hers.
"Fuck me," she says simply, her body aching with need for him. Whatever inhibitions she had are now long gone.
As for Justin, when he hears Alex unashamedly utter those two words from her bruised lips, he moves quickly to accommodate her ardent request. He's desperate to take her before she somehow comes to her senses and changes her mind. Positioning himself between her thighs, he braces himself on his elbows, hovering above his sister, so that the weight of his body doesn't crush her. Justin then rubs his painful erection along her drenched folds, getting it nice and lubricated. Once he's done, he grabs a hold of his penis, placing the bulbous head of it at the entrance of her vagina.
Looking at his sister one more time, he asks, "Are you ready?"
"Oh, God yes. A thousand times, YES! Just fucking do it already!" she yells at him like's he's some idiot or something.
Needing no further encouragement, Justin Russo carefully enters her inch by inch. Squeezing his eyes shut, he groans when he feels her walls crush down on his hardness. "Oh, fuck! You're so tight," he growls. He clenches his teeth as he tries not to blow his load right then and there. As he pushes himself further inside, he's amazed by how snug Alex's pussy is. Not that he minds. But it begs to question- why is she still this constricting if she's been with her fiance for five and half years?
She and Mason must have had sex at some point, right? There's no way she could have stayed this deliciously clinched unless the werewolf has a needle dick (like he's suspected all along) or his sister is a...
"...VIRGIN? Oh, by Merlin's beard, what a find in this day and age! Ian, quickly zoom in. I want the audiences to see the evidence of Miss Russo's deflowering."
What? Alex is a virgin? But how?
All his movements cease at once, as his heart plummets to the pit of his stomach. Justin doesn't want to believe that he's just taken his little sister's innocence away. Not under these horrific circumstances. Sure, when he was younger, he had fancied being her first and only lover. But he had always imagined a more romantic setting that involved candlelight, a good bottle of wine and soft music playing the background.
But as the horrific truth unfolds, a nauseating sense of self-loathing seeps into every cell of his body. He can barely bring himself to look down at what he's done. Yet, when finally does and sees the blood of her plucked maidenhood all over his member, he wants to scream in anguish.
Slowly, he turns his tear-filled eyes toward his baby sister. His tormented gaze tries convey the deep regret he feels in his heart.
I'm a bastard! How could I do this to her? She was obviously saving herself for her wedding night.
Oh, Alex...I'm so sorry.
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Alex, in spite of the pain currently aching between her legs, wants her brother to complete what he has started. Placing a soft hand on his stubble laden cheek she murmurs encouragingly, "Justin, I'm okay. Just keep going. We need to finish this so we can get out here."
"I can't!" he pitifully sobs as bubble of slobber bursts from his mouth and then drools down his chin.
Tears fall from his haunted eyes as his handsome face grimaces with pain. Justin looks so broken to her- a far cry from the passionate man he was just a few short moments ago. She knows that he's reproaching himself over her lost virtue. It's not his fault, he had no control over this situation. But just as she's about to tell him that, Alex feels him softening inside her and she panics.
"Justin, listen to me. You need to do this, okay? What's done is done. There's no going back now. You said you'd take care of me, right? Well, right back at you. Now, make love to me."
Next, in a fit of unrestrained passion, she suddenly grabs his sweat-drenched head with both hands, pulling his face toward hers. When their lips collide, she kisses him fiercely, pouring out all her love and newly discovered desire for him.
Very soon she can feel him responding to her kisses when she senses the first stirrings of his re-surging erection. While their tongues battle for dominance, their hands roam freely, as brother and sister explore each others bodies with abandon.
"Oh, Alex. My sweet, sweet Alex," Justin groans. At last he's returned to the zenith of his arousal.
And that's when he starts to thrust, moving his pelvis back and forth in long hard strokes. Alex moans in approval as she quickly she wraps her legs around Justin's waist. Her feet lock at the ankles on his lower back as he continues to plow into her. With the pain of her ruination long forgotten, Alex revels in the moment, enjoying the feel of Justin's cock filling her so completely.
Between breathless pants and scorching kisses, she keeps repeating the following words like a litany, "Faster, Justin. Harder!"
Justin, a slave to her demands, increases the speed and ferocity of his thrusts. He then grabs one of her legs to place it high on his shoulder before his does the same with other. He then leans forward with a grunt, almost bending his sister in half, as he resumes to fuck her with all his might. The resulting sound of skin slapping on skin can be heard throughout the room.
At this new angle Alex can feel him deeper than before. And goddamn, she fucking loves it. She adores the way his frenzied fucking makes her feel. And in some dark corner of her mind, she wishes this could go on forever. But instinct tells her that at the current rate of speed he'll soon be over the finish line.
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Justin knows this too. But he'll be damned if he goes over the abyss alone. Not once letting up on his breakneck pace, he hastily slips a hand at the apex between her legs where he expertly starts to rub Alex's clit in small concise circles.
She moans, "Oh fuck! Justin, I'm close."
Oh, God he's close too. As his balls tighten, he can feel the familiar tingle in his scrotum heralding his inevitable release.
"Cum for me, Alex," he hoarsely urges her. "Please baby, cum for me."
And that's when he feels her walls viciously clamp down on him as she shrieks, "Ah, Justin, I'm cumming! Oh, fucking Christ!"
Her volatile orgasm has enough detonation to set his off in a massive explosion of pleasure. As he starts to come apart, he shouts his sister's name as his hips continue buck wildly. He shudders, as he shoots stream after steady stream of warm, sticky semen deeply into her cervix. Once he's completely spent, his shoulders slip from under Alex's propped up legs as he collapses on top of her.
"Holy shit!" he mutters into his sister's heaving chest.
Tiredly, he then buries his head into the crook of her neck as he tries to get his breathing back under control.
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Alex is also struggling to catch her breath as she cradles her brother to her. Both she and Justin are at a loss for words right now. Mere words cannot describe what just happened between them. All she knows is that she just lost her V-card to her own brother.
And that's when the actuality of this fucked-up state of affairs comes crashing down all around her. She begins to sob miserably and uncontrollably when she hears the malicious commentary from the man that forced her and her brother have sexual relations.
"And I believe that's a wrap! Ian, you may stop the camera now," the dark lord/porn purveyor instructs his subordinate. "Bravo, Russo's, bravo!" the sorcerer mockingly praises Alex and Justin's "performance".
As the three kidnappers shut down their illicit production, Alex can't bring herself to look at them or at her brother for that matter. She now wishes, more than ever, that she had her fucking wand so she could flash herself and Justin out of this place. All she wants to do is go home and forget this entire day ever happened. Something tells her however, that even if she could recite the Mcreary Timereary spell a billion times, nothing will be able to erase the memories of this night from her mind.
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Justin tries to comfort his sister as best he can by tightening his hold on her. But when he feels her stiffen in his arms he knows that their "moment" has passed.
It's over.
And as much as he hates it, the time has come to pick up the pieces and try to fix their shattered lives.
But can they truly do that? Can he and Alex really put this experience behind them and pretend it never happened? And more importantly, do they want to? He can't speak for Alex. But Justin Russo knows he's been branded by this event and irrecoverably changed because of it.
TBC...
A/N: Well, my lovelies, just like Justin, I'm spent! Whew, this chapter took a lot out of me. But it was all done for you, my fellow Jalex fans. I hope you found the chapter interesting and entertaining. Thanks again to everyone that's added this little story of mine on your favorites list. It's gratifying to know how many of you are reading this fic.