It's poetry in motion
And now she's making love to me
The spheres are in commotion
The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And hit me with technology
Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
"Good heavens Phoebe Spengler - you're beautiful!"
I - I don't believe it!
There she goes again!
She's tidied up, and I can't find anything!
All my tubes and wires
And careful notes
And antiquated notions
it was a wild ride that was for sure. who knew that Trevor was a ghostbuster?
but while it was wild it was also dangerous. shit, he couldn't even help his sister fighting that dyke looking broad known as Gozer. if it weren't for those pesky mini stay puffs he could have aided her. luckily the specter of their grandfather lend a hand. and they fucked that bitch up.
with Gozer and the rest of the spooks now in traps, the old ghostbuster crew took those traps and went back to new york. it was about a month after the events that transpired. and the old farm house gotten a make over. and was looking better. the Christmas lights were set up as the holiday was fast approaching. Trevor was excited as fuck because, yeah,he was gonna get lucky something nice to show his feelings for her.
and then he caught her making out with podcast behind the barn. and that was devastating. but he accepted it, because of course an Asian kid would get his girl. who knew she was into shota. still he was bummed and grabbed a case of root beer and some leftover pizza. he would sulk in his room but decided to see what Phoebe was up to.
truth be told he was sliiiightly overprotective of her. and it showed. he wasn't hiding it. last week, he rough up some kid who was picking on her. calling her a retard set him off and before he knew it he slugged the kid across the face, then started kicking him against the wall of the local dollar store. Phoebe grabbed onto him screaming to stop. he eventually did. and she and Trevor walked home. she was quiet after that. when he tried to talk to him she snapped at him and they hadn't talked since.
he walked in and saw she laid on the bed wearing a long t-shirt with a ghost on it. she was reading that spirits guidebook. she socked feet kicking the air lazily, he closed the door and she looked at him. staring at him with a blank face and turned back to her book.
"I brought leftover pizza."
"I'm not hungry."
he sat on the bed and set the case of rootbeer on the table and started eating a slice.
"if you wipe your greasy fingers on my sheets i'll kill you."
he stopped in mid-chew. was she really still mad-
"and yes, I'm still upset with what you did with that kid."
"I'm your brother, it's my job to-"
"Why do you care so suddenly?"
she turned her head and stared.
"We barely have anything in common, and you mock my jokes."
he shrugged his left shoulder.
"We still have our moments' phoebe."
she continued to stare at him.
"stop staring at me. you got those big eyes."
phoebe rolled her eyes and went back to her book.
"Phoebe?"
she sighed and leaned her head on her shoulder, her eyes rolling to look at him.
"sorry about the bug-eye eye thing."
she took a deep breath and asked-
"Why are you here anyway? shouldn't you be listening to music, or watching the tv?"
Trevor burpt and she made a face.
"I could, but I wanted to see what you're up to."
"why?"
"why not?"
she turned her body, the shift made her show more of her legs. his eyes dropped down to his pizza avoiding eye contact.
"what has gotten into you?"
she asked.
"you hover around me as of late, you beat up a kid in my defense, you've been offering to buy me meals and took me to the movies...you usually never this...nice."
he wiped his hand on his shirt.
"you're so smart, couldn't you figure it out yourself?"
she sat up and crossed her arms. and gave him 'that stare'
"i rather you tell me honestly. you know how i hate when people pussy foot around the bush."
Trevor sighed and cracked open a can of rootbeer.
"phoebe, you almost died okay? after the whole thing, me not being able to help. kinda..."
he paused.
"it made me realized how much i..."
he begin to blush.
"i see..."
she scooted closer tilting her head curiously.
"and so, this caused you to become fearful of losing me."
her blue eyes searched his.
"there's something else your not telling me..."
he slumped.
"yeah...lucky and podcas-"
"not that, i already know that."
his head jerked towards her and stared at her.
"i caught them in my room kissing."
she paused.
"they begged me not to-"
"you knew and you didn't tell me?!"
phoebe sighed.
"you're changing the subject."
"But you knew!"
"Trevor just tell me-"
he stood up and chugged the can of coke and tossed it and it hit the wall spattering what's left of the sugary liquid.
"hey!"
phoebe barked.
she got off the bed and grabbed a discarded sock to wipe the mess.
"spare me your angsty teenage hormones and leave. i have no time for you're temper tantrums!"
Trevor raised his hands.
"But you knew!"
she looked over her shoulder.
"you would have found out eventually. either way, the same results."
Trevor fumed.
"oh please, don't look at me like that, if you really cared you would have been brooding in your room, masturbating in frustration, possibly having a rape fantasy about lucky."
Trevor looked disgusted.
"that's fucked up."
"am I wrong?"
she finished wiping the wall clean and turned. hands at her hips.
"but then, you've been focus on me for the last two weeks. and that's how you coped."
she looked at him up and down.
"you better not be having dirty fantasies about your own sister."
he blushed beet red.
"what? n-no! why would i-what the fuck phoebe?!"
she turned and climb the bed.
"scientifically-"
"no, fuck that. no. don't you dare-"
"then why do you constantly hang around me, taking me to movies, buying me food, listening to my terrible jokes and fake laughing?"
she raised a brow.
"because i was scared of losing you last mo-"
"you're making me the rebound, Trevor. you just don't see it."
she closed the book and tossed it aside. he opens his mouth to protest her insane theory-
"you haven't taken your eyes off my legs since you got here."
she thrust her face forward, his head jerked back. he felt a cold sweat and his heart pound.
"you make it so obvious Trevor. but I don't blame you. i am after all the closest female you've known. and talking to me is a lot easier than talking to a stranger."
Trevor shook his head.
"you're full of it! how do you know if it's not you who's looking at me?"
she tilt her head and looked to be in thought, before staring at his hazel brown eyes.
"there's not much to look at."
he looked insulted.
she stared. then the slightest smirk on her lips.
"That was a joke."
his eyes narrowed.
"Pheebs..."
she cupped his face.
"you do realize once you cross, there is no going back."
he tugged his face.
"stop."
"no,"
"phoebe for fuck's sake!"
her thumbs brushed against his cheeks.
"i heard you call my name last night."
his eyes widen in horror.
"the sound of your orgasm told me you enjoyed way too much."
trevor's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"so there's more to it than brotherly love, more than fear of losing me."
her breath tickled his lips.
"and I have to admit, your lips are quite attractive."
"We can't...what if mom-"
"mom's too busy fucking Gary to notice."
Trevor cringed at the mental image.
"killing the mood, sis."
she laughed and pushed him away then laid down. Trevor stared and she looked at him. a mischievous look. Trevor crawled towards her. and for a moment admiring her beauty.
"god...the fuck am I doing?"
"what are you doing?"
he breathed.
"making a huge mistake..."
phoebe arched her back and groaned.
"so kiss me, key master."
trevor's head dropped and shuddered.
"Pheebs, if we're going to do this, stop being so cringing."
"I'm just trying to lighten the mood."
he laughed. God help him he laughed. and he looked at her with a grin then moved closer. a nervous hand cups her cheek, and she leans onto it like a good little puppy. her eyes closed then opened.
"Why are you letting me do this..."
"curiosity."
"curiosity killed the cat..."
"and knowledge revived it."
he closed his eyes, and lean forward, slowly he pressed his lips, phoebe pressed forward they kissed. then pulled back. their eyes wide and a sudden spark lighten their eyes. they kissed again, this time with more hunger. Trevor pushed his tongue and the nerdy preteen submitted to his will. her hands sank into his curled hair. his hand reached and pushed her shirt up and under feeling her flat stomach, and her flat chest. she suddenly grabbed his arms tightly and yank them out.
"no. i'm not ready for that yet."
he stopped and looked at her. her face was flushed. and there was a sudden change in her eyes. admiring, loving...Trevor gulped.
"but i'm-"
"i know. but we should consider using protection first. but again, I'm not ready."
he nodded.
"cuddle me."
he blinked. and laid next to her, wrapping his arms around her, she rested her head on the crook of his neck. then to his surprise planted small kisses on his neck. he gasped at how soft and cool her lips felt. then flinched when he felt a sharp pain he jerked back and looked down at her.
she had a coy smile looking guilty as fuck.
"did you just-"
"yes. I'm marking what's mine after all..."
he blushed. he never knew she'd be this forward. god, why did that turn him on all the more?
she returns to nibbling and sucking on his neck. he grabbed her shirt and tried to get used to the pain. he was panting and he could feel her grope him gently all the while. but she stopped and pulled away strings of saliva connecting from her lips to his neck. then she started licking the bite marks.
"phoebe-"
he started, but there was a knock on the door. then pulled away fast before the door opened.
"phoebe i-oh."
their mother stared.
"what are you two doing?"
phoebe was quick.
"eating pizza and hanging out."
she stared blinking.
"huh. well, I'm going on my date with Gary. don't wait up. I left some money for pizza."
they nodded.
"cool," Trevor said.
"indeed." phoebe said.
she closed the door and left.
Phoebe sat up and looked at him.
"i guess we're doing this then."
he blinked. she couldn't help but see him as a dumb dog.
"as in starting a relationship that goes beyond sibling relationships."
Trevor muttered- "this is fucked up."
phoebe sighed
"yes. but the taboo is exciting I'll admit."
she laid against his chest and kissed his chin.
"now, shall we pick a movie and order pizza?"
Trevor nodded.
"sure."
he paused.
"no ham and pineapple pizza this time. you weirdo."
she smirked.
"don't knock it until you try it."
he made a face.
"Whatever."
to be continued.