Chapter 10

Alex hadn't told Justin about her date tonight. She was lucky he still never came home until late, she would hate to have to explain herself, why she was getting all dressed up. She decided to choose a modest outfit, there was no sense in encouraging Dirk. She chose a burgundy turtle necked dress. There, she thought, no cleavage to speak of. It's perfect. She put on only the minimal amount of makeup and paced the room waiting for her date.

Dirk came by exactly at seven. He told her she looked pretty. She rolled her eyes and took his arm. They walked to the theater, where the projector was set up, in silence. Luck was not on her side. Justin saw them as they walked down the hall arm in arm. He looked furious, but he didn't stop them. He just glared daggers at Dirk.

The movie seemed to drag on. Dirk's arm was around her shoulders, but at least he wasn't trying anything. It so didn't help that the movie was about a brother who falls for his adoptive sister. Finally, the movie ended. It was good, Alex decided, but she wished she had been watching a movie that didn't have incestuous overtones.

Dirk was walking her back to her dorm. The hallways were packed with students. Maybe Justin wouldn't confront her until she was back in her room. But no, they turned the corner and he was waiting for them.

Justin dragged Dirk away from his sister overcome with fury. He started wailing on Dirk, punching him hard in the face over and over again. Dirk could barely fight back. Justin didn't seem to feel a thing when Dirk's punches did land.

Alex looked on in horror. This is so not good, she thought.

Dirk slipped to the ground unconscious and Justin whirled to face his sister. He pushed her into the lockers seemingly unaware of their audience, which was most of the student body. He touched her breast. "Did he touch you here?" Alex just shook her head. He put his hand over her crotch. "What about here? Did he touch you here?" She shook her head again. "You're mine!" he said as he tore the neck of her dress open and sucked at her neck. She pushed him off and he dragged her away from the shocked onlookers to the privacy of their room.

He shoved her into the wall and ripped the dress from her body. She was left naked in her black boyshorts, she hadn't been wearing a bra. She trembled, seeing how angry and possessive he was tonight. It was really getting her hot. His lips latched onto her neck, he was sucking hard, not caring that he was leaving marks. He wanted to mark her, make her his. Without removing his lips from her neck, he picked up Alex and carried her to her bed. He laid her down and immediately covered her body with his own. Her hands were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He stilled her hands and ripped the shirt open himself. She seemed especially eager to touch him, running her hands over his toned abs.

He started to devour her with his mouth, kissing and biting every part of her body, leaving trails of hickeys. She just moaned in encouragement. He couldn't stand it any longer, he dragged her up, positioning her on her hands and knees. He threw off the rest of his clothing and pulled off her panties. He thrust into her brutally from behind, not taking care to be gentle. She didn't mind, she needed it this way, fast and hard. She was calling his name, begging him to fuck her harder.

"Oh God, Alex. Your pussy is so tight. I can't get enough of you."

"Please, Justin. Please, I'm so close. Make me cum."

He pounded into her harder. She screamed his name in release. He groaned her name and came, slumping against her. When he could see straight again, he withdrew and held her close.

"Oh Justin, what are we going to do? Everybody knows about us now."

But, he was already asleep. She stayed awake, frantically trying to formulate an explanation that would excuse his behavior last night for surely they would be called upon to explain it.