ALRIGHT ALREADY!!! I'LL UPDATE THIS FREAKIN MESS! Last priority story, last priority story! But, due to the begging n pleading that I have received, I'll update.
Chapter 5 Shock
Stanton stood, immobile with shock as Serena blushed a furious scarlet. He couldn't help himself: he started laughing. "Why didn't you say it was so simple?"
Serena flushed even more, indignation making her eyes sparkle. "It's not simple! I didn't like thinking about it!"
Stanton rolled his eyes. He loved Serena more than life, but that was getting a little immature. Her eyes widened, and her lips pursed, she explained, "If your best friend suddenly announced that she wanted to have sex with your brother, you wouldn't want to think about it either." She gave what he considered an exaggerated shudder. He was unable to hold back his chuckle.
"Why are you buying condoms for Collin and Jimena? Aren't they prepared for that step in their relationship?"
Serena shrugged wistfully. "Jimena has already concluded that she wants sex with Collin. And before they have any if they do, Jimena wanted to be prepared."
Blinking at such absurdity, Stanton shook his head. "Serena, how old is Collin?"
Her brows pinched at the question, but she answered, "Eighteen. Why?"
Stanton rolled his eyes again. This was getting pathetic. "Collin loves Jimena does he not?"
Confused but knowing he was leading her to something, she said, "Yeah..."
"And have you not heard groaning in his room?"
Her nose wrinkled. "Yeah..."
"And does he not have a look of love and adoration when he looks at Jimena?" She shrugged, her thin strap sliding down her shoulder to her upper arm.
'Do NOT, pull it up!' "Yeah," she said, and solved his problem by slipping her strap back up.
He cleared his throat, then made his point. "Then he has condoms." Serena didn't appear to get exactly what he was saying, so he said, "Any guy his age gets...horny enough to be prepared."
The look on Serena's face was absolutely priceless. In all the times that he had seen her, the expressions she showed had delighted, amused, intrigued, and filled him with hunger. But those feelings had barely gone past without some trace of evil desire. This time, he found it pure fun. Fun? How many centuries had it been since he felt fun? Maybe it wasn't so bad having a mortal's body. She cupped her hands over her mouth, and turned away in a very feminine way. "With you standing there, looking just like said brother, I REALLY DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!"
Stanton burst out laughing, and couldn't seem to stop. Serena had never behaved this way before. Maybe it was the natural ease that she felt with her brother. And since he did have her brothers' body, she probably couldn't contain her instincts. He wasn't unaware of her fascinated stare as he continued small chuckles. She wasn't the only one who was behaving differently. And though he looked like her brother, he was still Stanton.
Finally his laughter died down, and he looked her right in the eyes, realizing the rush of gratitude. His ribs felt an unfamiliar ache, he was sweating, his breath was short, and his heart was pounding. But he loved it. He smiled. "Thank you Serena. I can't even remember laughing like that it was so long ago." Had he laughed that way before?
His life might have been superior, and so long as he crossed people over it was satisfying. There was always a way to filch food. And though it was never permanent, there was always a roof over his head. He got by, but he never really had good emotions besides evil satisfaction and sexual gratification. He was so deprived. He never felt real fun, or honest happiness and love until Serena. All those things she'd done for him...what he wouldn't give to be able to kiss her. Oh, he knew that brothers and sisters kissed on the cheek. And sometimes on the lips. But that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him.
Besotted, Serena smiled cutely, then whispered, "You're welcome." It was all too clear in his eyes that she was feeling the same way he was. They couldn't keep this up. He couldn't even kiss her; not when he was tempted to do so much more. Serena's besotted smile disappeared, and she looked a little upset. Once again, he tried to read her mind, then privately groaned at his useless attempt. So he instead asked, "What's wrong?"
A couple tears welled in her eyes, and she whispered, "I wish I could've seen the real you laugh that way." Stanton blinked, knowing just how she felt.
"So...are you sure your plan's gonna work on Cassandra? I may hate her, but I know she's very crafty. She might suspect you of doing this."
Stanton's lips curled. "I know, but I'd rather do this than actually..."
Serena nodded, and looked down, then her head snapped up again in realization. "It won't work. You can't use your powers!" His eyes widened. He couldn't use his powers. How stupid was he? Those self-hating thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door. She rushed to get it, and Stanton followed her out of hope. Maybe they could come up with some kind of plan...He heard the door open without invitation, and Serena paused at the foot of the stairs. Worried, he walked down, and looked over her head to the door, and found himself standing at the doorway.
He was about to push by Serena so he could talk to Collin, but she remained, staring at her brother. Collin walked into the house, and shut the door behind him, then walked to the steps, where he found Serena and Stanton looking down at him. Stanton gave him a sideways smirk, signifying that Serena had found out on her own. Collin's breath came out in a whoosh. "Serena? You still with us?" Collin questioned, and tilted his head at his sister, who was---unknown to them---on the verge of tears.
"Oh God." She said weakly, then looked back up at Stanton. The shock probably wasn't so bad when she saw Stanton in Collin's body; but when the two were in the same room, she was rendered speechless.
So speechless, she fainted right back onto Stanton. He was almost too late to catch her, but his left arm managed to catch hers and...ohh man. His right hand meant to grab her ribs, but they accidentally reached a little higher, his hand cupping the underside of her breast and in the flurry of her fall, his hand managed a full-palm squeeze.
'Holy shit.' No bra.
His eyes widened, and he stumbled on the stairs behind her. The eyes that were once his widened, then catching where his hand was, sent him a vicious glare. He must have intimidated a lot of people if he made that kind of face when he glared like that. "Hands off." Collin said, his voice calm, but it echoed with censure. Stanton removed his hand innocently, and together they dragged her up the stairs, when suddenly another knock came. THE WORLD'S POPULATION MIGHT AS WELL SQUEEZE INTO THIS HOUSE!!!
Wow...maybe it's not so bad after all...
Chapter 5 Shock
Stanton stood, immobile with shock as Serena blushed a furious scarlet. He couldn't help himself: he started laughing. "Why didn't you say it was so simple?"
Serena flushed even more, indignation making her eyes sparkle. "It's not simple! I didn't like thinking about it!"
Stanton rolled his eyes. He loved Serena more than life, but that was getting a little immature. Her eyes widened, and her lips pursed, she explained, "If your best friend suddenly announced that she wanted to have sex with your brother, you wouldn't want to think about it either." She gave what he considered an exaggerated shudder. He was unable to hold back his chuckle.
"Why are you buying condoms for Collin and Jimena? Aren't they prepared for that step in their relationship?"
Serena shrugged wistfully. "Jimena has already concluded that she wants sex with Collin. And before they have any if they do, Jimena wanted to be prepared."
Blinking at such absurdity, Stanton shook his head. "Serena, how old is Collin?"
Her brows pinched at the question, but she answered, "Eighteen. Why?"
Stanton rolled his eyes again. This was getting pathetic. "Collin loves Jimena does he not?"
Confused but knowing he was leading her to something, she said, "Yeah..."
"And have you not heard groaning in his room?"
Her nose wrinkled. "Yeah..."
"And does he not have a look of love and adoration when he looks at Jimena?" She shrugged, her thin strap sliding down her shoulder to her upper arm.
'Do NOT, pull it up!' "Yeah," she said, and solved his problem by slipping her strap back up.
He cleared his throat, then made his point. "Then he has condoms." Serena didn't appear to get exactly what he was saying, so he said, "Any guy his age gets...horny enough to be prepared."
The look on Serena's face was absolutely priceless. In all the times that he had seen her, the expressions she showed had delighted, amused, intrigued, and filled him with hunger. But those feelings had barely gone past without some trace of evil desire. This time, he found it pure fun. Fun? How many centuries had it been since he felt fun? Maybe it wasn't so bad having a mortal's body. She cupped her hands over her mouth, and turned away in a very feminine way. "With you standing there, looking just like said brother, I REALLY DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!"
Stanton burst out laughing, and couldn't seem to stop. Serena had never behaved this way before. Maybe it was the natural ease that she felt with her brother. And since he did have her brothers' body, she probably couldn't contain her instincts. He wasn't unaware of her fascinated stare as he continued small chuckles. She wasn't the only one who was behaving differently. And though he looked like her brother, he was still Stanton.
Finally his laughter died down, and he looked her right in the eyes, realizing the rush of gratitude. His ribs felt an unfamiliar ache, he was sweating, his breath was short, and his heart was pounding. But he loved it. He smiled. "Thank you Serena. I can't even remember laughing like that it was so long ago." Had he laughed that way before?
His life might have been superior, and so long as he crossed people over it was satisfying. There was always a way to filch food. And though it was never permanent, there was always a roof over his head. He got by, but he never really had good emotions besides evil satisfaction and sexual gratification. He was so deprived. He never felt real fun, or honest happiness and love until Serena. All those things she'd done for him...what he wouldn't give to be able to kiss her. Oh, he knew that brothers and sisters kissed on the cheek. And sometimes on the lips. But that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him.
Besotted, Serena smiled cutely, then whispered, "You're welcome." It was all too clear in his eyes that she was feeling the same way he was. They couldn't keep this up. He couldn't even kiss her; not when he was tempted to do so much more. Serena's besotted smile disappeared, and she looked a little upset. Once again, he tried to read her mind, then privately groaned at his useless attempt. So he instead asked, "What's wrong?"
A couple tears welled in her eyes, and she whispered, "I wish I could've seen the real you laugh that way." Stanton blinked, knowing just how she felt.
"So...are you sure your plan's gonna work on Cassandra? I may hate her, but I know she's very crafty. She might suspect you of doing this."
Stanton's lips curled. "I know, but I'd rather do this than actually..."
Serena nodded, and looked down, then her head snapped up again in realization. "It won't work. You can't use your powers!" His eyes widened. He couldn't use his powers. How stupid was he? Those self-hating thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door. She rushed to get it, and Stanton followed her out of hope. Maybe they could come up with some kind of plan...He heard the door open without invitation, and Serena paused at the foot of the stairs. Worried, he walked down, and looked over her head to the door, and found himself standing at the doorway.
He was about to push by Serena so he could talk to Collin, but she remained, staring at her brother. Collin walked into the house, and shut the door behind him, then walked to the steps, where he found Serena and Stanton looking down at him. Stanton gave him a sideways smirk, signifying that Serena had found out on her own. Collin's breath came out in a whoosh. "Serena? You still with us?" Collin questioned, and tilted his head at his sister, who was---unknown to them---on the verge of tears.
"Oh God." She said weakly, then looked back up at Stanton. The shock probably wasn't so bad when she saw Stanton in Collin's body; but when the two were in the same room, she was rendered speechless.
So speechless, she fainted right back onto Stanton. He was almost too late to catch her, but his left arm managed to catch hers and...ohh man. His right hand meant to grab her ribs, but they accidentally reached a little higher, his hand cupping the underside of her breast and in the flurry of her fall, his hand managed a full-palm squeeze.
'Holy shit.' No bra.
His eyes widened, and he stumbled on the stairs behind her. The eyes that were once his widened, then catching where his hand was, sent him a vicious glare. He must have intimidated a lot of people if he made that kind of face when he glared like that. "Hands off." Collin said, his voice calm, but it echoed with censure. Stanton removed his hand innocently, and together they dragged her up the stairs, when suddenly another knock came. THE WORLD'S POPULATION MIGHT AS WELL SQUEEZE INTO THIS HOUSE!!!
Wow...maybe it's not so bad after all...