Title: Black Out Days
Rating: M, for language, incest, sex, and underage drinking.
Disclaimer:I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or any of the characters. I also don't own anything from Disney. Lastly, I don't own the song Black Out Days (Future Island Remix) by Phantogram that is quoted in the beginning.
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Warning: heavy angst, incest, sex, underage drinking, slight hints of BDSM, and slight hints at a blow job. Viewers discretion is advised.
Author's Note: I would like to thank TwistedWizards for betaing this and encouraging me to post it. We are the dynamic duo of keeping a dead fandom alive and honestly I love that for us, haha.
Enjoy my wonderful readers! (I would say this takes place mid season 3). If you have read my story The Bad Alex also on fanfiction you could argue this is their prologue (and epilogue) to that story.
"I will leave your face out of my mind
You should save your eyes
A thousand voices howling in my head
…
Speak in tongues
I don't even recognize your face
Mirror in the wall
Tell me all the ways to stay away."
-Black Out Days (Future Island Remix) by Phantogram
"Black Out Days"
Her hands curled tightly in his hair while she chanted his name underneath him. She tightened her legs around his waist as he continued to glide himself in and out of her. He enjoyed how tightly she wrapped around him, almost as if she was made just for him. He gripped the dirt spread on the jungle floor below them to steady his pace, feeling sweat form on his brow.
Her eyes were closed tight, her skin glistened with her own sweat, and her dark brunette hair was splayed on the mat beneath them. She was trembling and heaving under him. Her whole body shook with each force of his thrust. He knew she was close, but he wasn't ready to end things just yet.
He reached down and kissed her. Their lips glided across each other's as the momentum of his actions drove him forward.
He rested his forehead on hers focusing on the feeling of fucking her.
"Touch me," she breathes out.
His balls tightened at the sound of her voice and he let out a small moan. He wanted to hear her again.
"Say my name."
He could feel her squeeze around him. She opened her legs wider for him and he had to close his eyes as he felt himself become lost in her.
"Justin!"
Xxx
He wakes up drenched in sweat. His heart is racing and his mouth is dry. He lets out a shaky breath.
This recurring dream of having sex with his sister is ruining him. His dream is the same each night. They're at their makeshift campsite in the Puerto Rican jungle. He feels every inch of her against him. The images won't leave his thoughts. He can't stop thinking about it even when he's awake. This dream has happened frequently since their families' Puerto Rico trip. Worst of all he can't even look Alex in the eyes anymore for fear he'll think about this dream and she'll be able to read his thoughts.
He glances at his alarm clock and sees that it's 3am. Next to his alarm clock is that damn water bottle. He clenches his jaw as he stares at it.
It's the only thing helping him from thinking about her every second. It made him forget everything. Every moment of them beneath the stars. Every sigh and breath from her. Every time she calls his name. Every time he remembers how tightly she gripped onto him when she thought she lost him.
He groans out loud and angrily grabs onto the water bottle on his nightstand. He unscrews the cap and takes big long gulps, accepting the burn that hits his throat.
Xxx
Justin has a problem.
More than one problem really. Now that he thinks about it, his problems are growing at an exponential rate.
He holds onto the bathroom sink as he looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes are sunken in, his skin is pale, his hair is sticking up in every direction. He tells himself he can't keep doing this as he pours water over his face. He can't, but he knows he will.
He shakily lets out a breath as he grabs a comb and runs it through his hair. The whole time he stares into his eyes.
He hates himself.
His stomach is in knots, rather, it's been in knots since Puerto Rico. This unsettling feeling that he'll be found out and all his secrets will pour out for anyone to see. He has to keep himself together. He only has a few minutes left before they all need to leave for school. He's usually the first one ready, but lately he's struggling to even get up after his fifth alarm goes off. He's up all night. He can't sleep. He hardly eats. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. He hardly leaves his room as of late. Nothing interests him anymore.
He wants to blame Alex. He wants to blame his family for taking him on that god forsaken trip. He wants to blame the universe or god or whoever made him feel this way. Anybody to blame but himself to help cope with the guilt of lusting after his sister.
He leaves the bathroom after brushing his teeth and can hear his mom faintly downstairs telling him to hurry up. He goes to grab his backpack, which has work in it he hasn't touched in weeks. He knows he's behind. He doesn't care as much as he probably should.
Just as he's about to leave, he sees it. It's the water bottle at the side of his bed. His whole body lurches knowing the contents within the water bottle is not water.
This sick feeling in his stomach grows as he grabs it.
He has no one to blame but himself for it.
…
A girl runs to him after he finally gets the stone. He vaguely knows her name. It starts with an A he thinks. He looks down at her, relishing in how close she is. He does know one thing about her: she is incredibly important to him.
They both look towards the stone and he wishes she was his from this moment forward.
Once their dad arrives, he remembers the task at hand and that Alex is only his sister.
Xxx
Images flash of Puerto Rico. A beautiful girl in front of him crying out and asking him for help. She looked so familiar. God, he wanted to help. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to touch her.
He wanted her.
"Wh-why would I help you?"
"Because you're my brother."
...
He grabs the water bottle, unscrews the cap, and drinks. The alcohol drowns away any thought of her.
...
As he sits next to Alex on the subway ride to school he finds himself clutching his water bottle close to him. He makes sure his eyes are trained on a piece of trash on the subway floor. He keeps his mind blank.
But he can smell her.
She smells like rich vanilla.
If he could just reach over and pull her close so he could inhale her scent and bury his face in her hair.
He unscrews the cap and takes another swig. The now familiar burn meets his throat like an old friend soothing away his worries.
His memory won't let him forget Puerto Rico. The campfire. The stone. The fear of losing his family. The fear of losing Alex. Alex.
Always Alex.
He's been thinking about her constantly. She has infected his mind without even knowing it. An inky black ink that isn't easily removed. The memories of them. Even insignificant ones like fighting over the remote. But the main problem was his imagination. He imagined what her lips would taste like. He imagined him taking off her clothes and touching her skin, feeling each shiver under his fingertips. He imagined her moaning out his name as he brought his lips to her-.
Stop, he chastises himself. For the love of god, that is your little sister!
When he goes to take another swig there's nothing left. He runs a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as his eyes begin to betray him. They are no longer interested in the piece of trash on the floor, in fact, they never were. He sees Alex in his peripheral vision. She's looking down at her phone and sighing, clearly bored. As she heaves in, his eyes move lower and lower until they land on her cleavage. He quickly looks away.
His stomach twists into itself.
He's been online looking at forums for advice or help, and went to the Wizarding World trying to find answers. Not that it helped. There is no cure for him. He's beginning to accept the numb feeling while the sick, twisted, perverted part of himself thinks he just needs to get her out of his system. A clone maybe? Something. Anything.
He's tried jerking off already. He Imagined her on her knees for him the whole time looking at him with those mischievous brown eyes boring into his. The whole situation ended up making things entirely worse for him. As if she didn't consume his thoughts already.
He feels disgusted with himself by the end of it. He hasn't even touched himself in weeks for fear he'll start thinking of Alex again. Her mouth. Her body. Her eyes. Her smile. Her laugh.
He thought maybe he needed to date someone, but no girls even came close to Alex in terms of what he wanted. Don't get him wrong, he tried, but he ended up bailing on them beforehand. He can't use a girl to get over another one, he would rather be a scumbag who ditches his date than one who uses a girl like that. He likes to believe he still has some handle on morals.
His own phone startles him and he looks down at it to see a text about a class project. He immediately shoves it roughly back into his pocket.
His part of the project isn't ready, but he can probably explain how he's been sick and needs more time. He can figure that out later.
"Justin." He looks over at Alex and his heart rate speeds up. He feels the blood rush to his face as he was just thinking of her in ways no brother ever should think of his sister. "Don't forget you promised to take over my shift tonight." She goes back to pecking on her phone.
He lets out a breath slowly. "Yeah," he says tightly. "No problem." He fidgets with his water bottle restlessly as he feels the heat of her body against his.
...
Later, when he gets home from school, he sneaks into his parents' alcohol cabinet and pours whatever clear liquid he can find into his water bottle.
He carefully locks everything away again with magic so his parents don't suspect a thing.
...
"I taunt you and I tease you and I make your life miserable, but you love me anyway."
...
He has a shift at The Substation in a few minutes, and he should head downstairs to start helping with the dinner rush crowd, but instead he goes upstairs, each sluggish step hits the steel winding staircase below him, the sound reverberating in his head. Once he's in his room, he locks the door and lays in his bed, letting the weight of the world crash around him.
As he looks at the water bottle in his hands there's a small part of him that tells him to toss it. Forget about it. He can find healthier ways to cope with his…disease so-to-speak.
But the other devil on his shoulder tells him to choke on it. Drown himself in his misery. Burn the innocence out of him. He deserves nothing less.
He can't take it anymore. The self deprecation and the anger. He can't take his thoughts of his sister. He knocks back the contents until he can no longer feel himself.
No longer feel her.
He passes out with the empty water bottle still in his hand.
Xxx
He wakes up to a bang and loud ringing in his ears. He groans and holds his head, feeling the pounding in his head. His hands are clammy. He's dehydrated. He needs actual water and maybe a Tylenol.
"Justin, I really am going to kill you." It's Alex and she sounds pissed.
His eyes widen remembering how he has been promising to take her shift tonight so she can spend time with Harper at some art show.
He slowly opens his eyes and looks into the inferno growing behind her eyes. She slams the door behind her as he takes her in. She is gorgeous when she's mad. She's gorgeous no matter what. Her breathing is coming in rapidly and her face is red. Her hands are balled into fists at her side. He assumes their parents made her do her shift and let him sleep.
"Look, Alex, I'm sorry. I haven't been feeling good lately."
"Yeah, you haven't been feeling good a lot lately. Ya know, that excuse may work on Mom and Dad. That excuse may work on your friends and school. But that doesn't work with me. I'm the master bullshitter in this family and I can smell bullshit all over you."
She takes a step towards him in the bed and he glances from her to his alarm clock. It reads midnight in neon green. He sits up and holds his head. A wave of nausea hits him like a freight train.
"I really don't feel good though," he weakly argues.
She takes the water bottle from the side of his bed where he must have dropped it in his sleep. He has no time to stop her as she uncaps it and takes a sniff. She laughs dryly and throws it at him, he ducks as she does.
"I bet. What is the matter with you, Justin? Drinking?" She grabs his school bag on the floor and it opens it and holds up all the assignments he still hasn't done. "Missing school work? And not showing up to work?"
He groans and lays back down, not in the mood to argue with her. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me!" She yells. "Because lately you aren't you and I miss-," she pauses, before continuing. "I just want my brother back."
"Well I don't want to be your brother anymore!" He screams at her, sitting up to face her, his voice betraying him by letting all the anger he's been feeling inside and unleashing it on her.
She drops his backpack and papers and takes a step back from him as if he physically slapped her. He sits up and looks at her, almost reaches out for her as it's ingrained in him to soothe her. He can feel the tears welling up behind his eyes and he has to fight them away.
"I don't want to be your brother, Alex." He looks away ashamed, laying his soul out bare for her to see, and whispers, "I don't deserve to be your brother." He feels his bed dip beside him and her fingers grab onto his hand. He resists the urge to pull away and instead lets himself relish her soft skin against his.
"Well, I still want to be your sister." He feels her take a deep breath beside him.
He clenches his jaw in response. The warmth he feels in his soul as she says that leaves him pleased. Another part of him is angry that she is still beside him, because he's growing increasingly frustrated and tired with trying to hold his feelings back for her.
"You wouldn't want to if you knew what was wrong with me," he spits out.
"I would never leave you," she whispers beside him.
He looks at her in bewilderment as she just used his own words against him. His eyes searched her face and maybe he needed water now, but he needs her more. Before he can think, before he can even comprehend what he was doing, he pulls her face to his and kisses her.
Her lips are warm and soft against his. They feel inviting and safe, something he has been without for far too long. It's almost as if he's in the middle of the ocean and she has reached in to help him. Just as he grasps her hand in his, he pulls her in with him.
It doesn't take long for the guilt and shame to give way to desire. He lets the thought flit through his mind that he can hardly believe he hasn't kissed her sooner. He runs his fingers along her smooth jaw and pulls her closer, already addicted to how she invades all of his senses.
Slowly, she tentatively kisses him back and he groans into her, because finally he's not alone. Alex's kisses were like a black hole pulling him in until all gravity was lost under her touch. He shoves his tongue in her mouth and runs it across hers, feeling the soft ridges of her taste buds. She tastes like pickles and he feels sorry she has to taste alcohol on his breath.
She digs her fingers into his hair and climbs onto his lap, seemingly just as intoxicated as he is. How long has she felt this way? How is she so nonchalant about it while he suffered and struggled for literal months? Did she just hide it better? His mind races as his fingers desperately search for any accessible bare skin.
He moves his mouth across hers and pulls her hips in closer to him. She's a life source he needs and without her he may lose himself.
He surrenders himself to her when she starts to grind into him and he bites her lip in surprise. Her moan has all his nerve endings lighting up.
He stops kissing her and pulls back to look at her. Wordlessly, he can see all the want he feels reflected in her eyes.
He opens his mouth to say something and she drops her hands to her shirt and starts lifting it up.
"Fuck," he mumbles when he see her throw it to the side. "Alex, I don't think we should just-"
She unclasps her bra with one flick and he gapes as he watches her remove it. She grabs his hands and places them on each of her breasts. His brain disconnects as he reflexively grips her weighty flesh in his palms.
"Please, Justin," she whispers, and hearing her beg is something he decides he enjoys way more than he should. She lowers her face to his and says it again, "Please."
And who is he to say no to her?
He slams his lips to hers again. This has to be some kind of dream where he'll wake up at any moment and she'll be ripped away from him. He needs to ingrain every curve and moan to memory so even alcohol itself can't make him forget.
He bites her lower lip and all he wants is to breathe her in, taste her, and worship every inch of her skin. Her velvet skin against his drives him on and all he wants is her closer, and closer, and closer until she's all consuming in his soul.
He feels her unbutton his belt and it brings him back to the reality of what they are about to do. "Alex, we shouldn't," he sighs against her mouth.
"I want this. Don't you?" Her hands run up his arm and wrap around his neck as she nibbles against his jaw.
"Yes, but I'm still drunk." Shame rises in his throat and tightens there as he tries to turn away from her. "I don't want this to be our first time together."
She turns his face back towards hers and kisses him before he can say more, sucking on his bottom lip. He groans, running his fingers up her back, feeling the smooth skin of her back.
He's overcome with a sense of urgency if it's not now it's never. Something sinister whispers in the back of his mind that he's already going to hell anyway and he may as well just surrender his body and soul to Alex now. With that thought he flips her down so she's under him. He rips his shirt off before he goes back to finding her lips. He groans as he feels Alex tentatively caress the planes of his chest and his blood rushes south as her hands find the buttons of his pants and hastily fumbles to undo them.
He hisses her name when she starts pushing his pants down. "Alex," he slurs. "I'm just. I'm not-Are you sure?"
She flips him back over so she's back on top and kisses him, grinding against him. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he can't think. All he can feel is her surrounding him.
He should fight her off and tell her to think about this. They are about to do something illegal that they can't take back. They will have to face the consequences of this for a lifetime, but he finds himself lifting his hips up to feel closer to her. He looks at her through hooded eyes and sees her starting to take off her own pants. He shamelessly notices her chest jiggle with each of her movements. He's digging a deeper hole for both of them if they complete this act.
"I'm pretty sure, Justin," she smirks. "Are you done staring?"
His eyes shift away from her and he mumbles an apology. She grabs his face and turns him back to face her. When he opens his eyes, she runs a hand down the side of his face. "I didn't say stop staring."
He gulps in air after letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He nods at her silently and lets his eyes roam her body, his heart rate speeding up.
She goes back to undressing herself until she's completely and utterly naked before him. She bends down to capture his lips and he whispers her name into her mouth like a prayer. He moves his fingers and hooks it into his boxers and sloppily shoves them down, and he helps by kicking them off.
The searing heat of her has him buzzing with anticipation as his hands slide up her thigh, positioning her above him. She moves around and reaches for his dick, giving it a few rough pumps. He groans into her mouth, reminding himself to let her go at her own pace and not merciless fuck her into his mattress.
She breaks the kiss to guide him to her opening. The tip of his dick feels her slick heat and he has to use all his energy to not come right then and there. She doesn't break eye contact with him as she breathlessly slides down until he's all the way inside her.
"Fuck," he whispers, his head thrown back.
They both moan this time as she slides back up and then forcefully slides back down. His hips buck up to meet hers and he's rewarded with her throwing her head back.
"Yes," she moans.
She moves herself against him fast and each bit of friction has him clenching his teeth together, gripping her waist tighter until he's white knuckled, already feeling guilty for the bruises that may blossom there.
This can't be real. She isn't real. He has to be hallucinating everything. Yet, he can feel her in ways he never has. His dreams have nothing on the real thing. She's bringing him to the edge of an oblivion he should never be brought to with his little sister.
She moves her hands to rest on his knees behind her so he has a better view.
"Alex," he moans. "You're beautiful."
He's in awe of her, wondering what he did to deserve this.
"You like that?" She asks.
She sounds out of breath so he takes her in his arms and lifts himself so they are both sitting up and begins to fuck into her, starting at a steady pace.
She digs her fingers into his back and her other hand digs into his hair, letting out whimpers between each thrust.
"Not as much as you like this," he growls into her ear.
He pushes her carefully back into the bed, so as not to slip out of her. Once he's in place, he thrusts into her as fast as he can. He covers her mouth to stop her from screaming out. She arches her back as he rests his head in the crook of her neck.
Forget letting her set the pace, he needs her closer than she already is.
She moves his hand from around her mouth and pushes it down until they are around her neck. "Ch-choke me," she begs.
He looks up and searches her face in confirmation, and begins to gently squeeze the sides of her neck. She rolls her eyes into the back of her head as she digs her heels into his back tighter. He enjoys the control he usually doesn't get in their relationship and he's beyond high off of it.
He licks his fingers quickly and then rubs her clit in circular motions that match his thrusts. He watches in fascination as her mouth opens to let out a breathless moan.
Shit, he's close.
He feels her warm, wet walls clench around him with a shutter and watches her arch her back and shake as she comes, fluttering around him. It's too much for him. His release is like a rubber band that's been pulled for too long and has finally snapped.
"Alex," he groans as he spills himself deep inside her.
He gets out a few more lazy, content thrusts and then collapses beside her in a sweaty mess. He pushes his face into her hair, taking in her scent, and snakes his arms around her middles with a sigh.
They fall asleep like that until he wakes up later in the night and she's gone.
Xxx
At breakfast the next day Alex refuses to make eye contact with him as she bites into her toast, and he can't help but remember those same lips all over him the night before. The only proof he has that the night before even happened, and it wasn't just a product of his diluted mind, is seeing the hickey she tries to cover poorly with her hair. He can't help the sense of satisfaction creep into him at the sight of it.
"Justin, you'll do the after school shift with Max and I."
He vaguely hears his dad as he continues to stare at his little sister. He tried to tell her that him being drunk wasn't a good idea, but as usual, she ignored him and pushed and pushed until she got her way. Even guilted him for not wanting to do it. Yet, here she was ignoring him and punishing him as if he was the only perpetrator?
Typical, Alex.
He clenches his jaw and looks away from her. "Sure, dad," he says, standing up and grabbing his bag.
"You're not finishing your breakfast?" His mom asked.
"Not hungry," he grumbles. He heads for the door and slams it behind him.
Xxx
On the subway train he runs his hand through his hair, feeling the familiar sting of tears behind his eyes. He can't help the guilt ripping through him at the idea of what they did. He could destroy his whole family for what they did. He could lose everything.
He could lose Alex.
He feels like he might have.
He notices someone come over to sit next to him on the subway and looks over to see it's Alex on her phone. He stiffens immediately. He doesn't know how to act around her anymore. Does he continue on like nothing happened or try to confront her?
He notices, warily, that she is no different in this moment now from how she was the day before. She's effortless in the way she cares so little and he curses the universe for forcing him to suffer through it all.
He hears a ding in his pocket and fumbles for it unsteadily to see it's a text from Alex. He eyes her but she continues to look down at her phone as if he isn't even there. He looks back down at the text and opens it.
"Mom and dad are going to catch on if you keep acting like a little girl."
He flushes red, but it's quickly replaced by anger. He furiously types back a message.
"You left before we could even talk about what happened!"
Before he can press send he gets another message from her.
"I had to leave before mom woke up. You would know this if you weren't such a goody-goody. Trust me when I say I've had years of practice getting around mom and dad's rules. But, if you need someone to release your frustrations on, I'm here."
She follows that with a wink emoji. He has to pause and let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in. The tension of losing Alex quickly replaced with a new and intoxicating anticipation of what will come next.
He can't believe they are settling their relationship details over a text, but he decides it's very Alex. He indulges her and texts her back the burning question in the back of his fucked up mind.
"When can I?"
He feels his heart rate speed up when he hesitantly presses send, holding his breath until her reply.
"Whenever, but I have conditions."
The dread that settles into his soul when he reads the text over makes him feel as if he is signing a contract with the devil himself. He most certainly is in some ways. It's freeing to not feel the overwhelming amount of guilt he has felt these past couple of months and he gets a sense of excitement he hasn't felt in ages.
"Name them."
He sees her smirk from his sideview when she reads his text.
"First, no more alcohol. You have to give it up completely."
He licks his lips, already missing the burn of the liquid. The idea of not having Alex makes him physically sick at the thought though, so he agrees.
"Deal."
He watches her cross her legs as if she's in a business meeting as she pecks out her next message to him.
"Second, this is a monogamous arrangement. I don't want you seeing anyone else in the meantime."
He wrinkles his nose at the word "arrangement," but types back that he agrees.
"Lastly, you have to back me up whenever I'm arguing with mom and dad. Even if you don't agree with me."
He sighs and rolls his eyes. Now he is beginning to feel used.
"Sure."
She looks over at him from her phone and smiles at him.
She leans over to whisper in his ear. "I'm yours to play with now," she whispers.
He feels his heart and breathing speed up when the subway comes to a sudden stop at their location. She lightly squeezes his thigh, causing him to jump. She grabs her bag and stalks off the subway train to school.
He watches the sway of her hips as she walks away, remembering how he gripped her tight there as she rode him last night.
Xxx
All throughout the school day he continued to struggle to focus as he instead let his mind wander on the idea of revisiting Alex's body.
When he runs into her in the hallway she gives him a small smile and he quickly falls into step with her, needing to be in her presence. He makes a joke about Mr. Laritate's bow tie and he's stunned to see Alex throw her head back and laugh with him.
Alcohol may make him feel warm, but nothing compares to the warmth he feels in his soul at hearing her laugh.
Xxx
He's catching up on homework he hasn't touched in over a week when he sees her in nothing but a towel walking back to her room. Her hair wet and brushed through.
He leans back in his chair, tapping his pencil against his lips as he allows himself to check her out. He follows a water droplet that slides down her leg as she closes the door behind her, clearly not noticing she has an audience.
He glances at the clock and sees it's 10:30 pm. He raises his eyebrows considering his options.
On one hand he should continue his homework to catch up. His family may still be up too, especially Max who he has caught frequently in the kitchen at 3am when Justin couldn't sleep, eating whatever the kid could find.
On the other hand, she teased him all day. Sucking on pickles during his shift as she lazily sat on the stool in front of his register, playing footsie with him under the table at dinner, and brushing up against him at every opportunity she had throughout the day. And knowing she's naked in her room and glistening from shower water, well…he knows what he's leaning towards.
He puts his pencil down and stands up. He takes a quick look in the mirror and fixes his hair and crosses the hall to her room. He hears music coming from behind her door and hears her softly humming along. He knocks on her door.
She sounds annoyed when she yells out, "Who's there?"
He leans his forearm against the banister of her door, resting his head against his arm. "Me," he says, trying to mask the anticipation in his voice.
He hears her stop her music and then fumbles with her door. He lifts his head to look down at her once she opens it. She still has her towel on and he wants nothing more than to rip it off of her.
"Come in," she says softly. He notes that she seems…nervous? She keeps her eyes down and her towel tightly wrapped around herself. He has a surge of confidence burst through him at the idea that he has that effect on The Alex Russo.
He follows her into her room and he notes she smells amazing after her shower, like buttercream. He closes her door behind him. She wastes no time, impulsive as ever, and drops her towel in front of him. He's instantly hard as if he already wasn't before.
She closes the space between them before he registers what is happening and wraps her arms around him to kiss her. He grabs her hips and pulls her closer as she jumps up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He wastes no time guiding her back to the bed, both of them fall with a bounce. He drags his hands across her wet skin relishing in the goosebumps he leaves in his wake.
Each sigh and groan keeps him on edge and he needs more. He begins to hastily undo the buttons on his shirt, noticing how needy she seems to be for him.
When he's on his last button she wordlessly helps him push it off his shoulders. He savors her fingers against his skin as she drags her hand down the muscles of his arms. Her hands snake around to feel the planes of his chest until they hook into his pants. He gets the hint and starts to unbutton and kicks off his pants and boxers, licking his lips as he looks down at her, now both naked.
"Spank me."
His eyes widened at her request, never expecting to hear that from her. Choking is one thing and spanking is entirely different. He furrows his brows at her, contemplating the idea of Alex bent over.
"I don't get off on the idea of hurting you," he says.
"I want you to spank me, Justin. I've been so bad all day and I want you to punish me," she says as she blinks up at him, feigning innocence. He's starting to suspect that Alex likes the idea of him in charge. He can't say he's that much opposed to it either.
She rolls her hips and his breath hitches because he needs more friction than what she is currently giving him. She stops her movements, biting back a smirk, and he knows she's teasing him again.
He clenches his jaw and flips her around so her stomach is against the bed. He holds her arms behind her back and takes a deep breath before hitting her round ass. She moans and sticks her bottom out for more. He spanks her again. And again. And again. And again. Until she's red and crying out for him to take her.
He positions himself behind her, and swiftly enters her while she's still on her back. He relishes how warm and wet she is as she surrounds him. He squeezes his eyes and grunts once he's deep inside her. She lets out little whimpers that he'll never tire of hearing as long as he's alive.
This time they both don't last long. He's ramming himself inside her, while his hand is covering her mouth to stop her from yelling out. His other hand still holds her hands behind her back. He chants her name like it's a prayer and she's the only god he'll worship. He bites onto her shoulder blade to stop himself from being too loud.
They both come in a sweaty mess once he runs his fingers against her clit. He rolls himself off of her and attempts to control his ragged breathing as he looks up at her ceiling. He feels her eyes on him and he looks over at her.
"You're gonna be the death of me one day," he whispers to her and moves a strand of her hair out of her face.
"Maybe that's my plan all along." She shrugs her shoulders noncommittally.
"Typical. Use me until you're done with me," he sighs. He can't help but smile as he looks back up at the ceiling though.
Xxx
Their third time is in the shower.
He's showering to get ready for school when Alex joins him. He nearly falls over with how high he jumped and he rolls his eyes when Alex laughs at him.
He finds himself rolling his eyes for a very different reason when she drops to her knees and sucks him off as the warm water flows over his body.
He usually has been late to school these past few months, but he's glad it's for entirely different reasons now.
Xxx
Their fourth time is in the lair.
They are both studying spells for their lesson tomorrow. Max is in his room sick all day with their mom doting on him. Their dad is cleaning The Substation for tomorrow's customers.
They are completely alone.
He feels his breath hitch when Alex pushes all the books and objects off the table in front of him. He's about to scold her but stops when he notices her climb on top of the table. She crawls towards him, grabs the back of his neck, and kisses him with a fever. He returns it with just as much enthusiasm, widening his lap as her legs go on either side of him. She settles herself on him, not once letting go of his lips.
He pushes his hands up her shirt to find her bra clasp and quickly tries to undo it as she grinds into him.
When he's inside her is when he begins to realize he might have a new addiction.
Alex.
Xxx
Their fifth time they play it safe by casting spells to help keep people out and from hearing them in his room. Really he's being selfish if he's honest with himself, because he's desperate to hear her scream for him without fear of the consequences.
He wonders when he takes her the sixth time later that same night if he would be able to quit her if he tried.
The answer is most definitely no when he hears her cry out his name underneath him.
Xxx
Later in the week, at night, he sees her on the patio. He could tell all day that something had been on her mind so he found himself opening the sliding glass door to join her. He supposes this is what a good boyfriend would do.
Is that what he is? Her boyfriend? He's no longer sure. Whatever they are, they are certainly more than just a simple "arrangement," or whatever Alex referred to them as.
He leans up against the railing of the balcony, pressing himself against her side. He sees from his peripheral vision that she's been crying.
"What's wrong?" He asks, turning his full attention on her, his worry spiking.
He feels his heart seize in his chest. He wonders if he's causing her anguish by being with him in this way. Is she second guessing all this? Is she over him? Did he do something wrong? His mind races thinking of everything he could have done to upset her and gives up when he can't come up with any one thing he's done, other than the obvious of taking advantage of his own sister. He tries to swallow that down and focus on her instead.
She lets out a soft sob and bows her head, shaking it back and forth. His heart breaks at the sight.
"Alex?" He whispers, he reaches out to touch her but she moves away from him.
"I don't know if I can keep doing this, Justin," she cries.
Time almost freezes around him at this point. He can't even pinpoint when his brain connects with the rest of his body as he's inundated with this new information. He could see this coming. It was inevitable. They're siblings. There is no future for them if they are honest with themselves.
It didn't hurt any less.
He widens his eyes at her, opening his mouth to say something, but no words come out.
"I can't do this to you because I'm falling in love with you and we can't be in love. We can't date or get married or do whatever it is that people do who are in love," she says, raising her arms in the air, exasperated. "You have a future, Justin. You can have anyone you want and have kids that annoyingly look and act like you. I can't stand in the way of that." She chuckles darkly, wiping away her tears.
"W-wait?" He stutters out. "You love me?"
"Yeah," she nods while biting her lip. Then while looking him straight in the eyes she says, "I'm in love with you, Justin. I have been since, god, Puerto Rico?"
He processes what she says and he feels a weight that's been on his chest leave like she was the only one able to take it off. Did she really honestly believe he didn't feel the same way? That she could find her own happiness in the world outside of him and be much better off for it? He wants to laugh, but fights the urge away.
Before him is someone who he would worship the ground as she walked on it. He has both literally and figuratively sold his soul to the devil for her. He would give her whatever she wanted. Loving her is as natural as breathing.
Just as vital too.
"I've been in love with you since we got off that plane from Puerto Rico. I don't know, maybe longer. I wouldn't have agreed to anything with you if I wasn't, Alex." He watches her slowly blink at him and heave a breath, letting it out slowly. He continues, "We don't have to do anything you want to do, but I can't lose you, Alex."
He hates that he played his hand like that. He feels on edge and he squeezes the balcony so he can steady himself as he waits with bated breath for her response.
It feels like forever until she finally walks up to him and hugs him, clasping her hands around his middle, her head resting against his chest. He encircles his arms around her as he sighs, feeling light. He warily notes his neighbors on nearby balconies and his parents sitting on the couch inside. He lets himself enjoy this moment anyway, and kisses the top of her head.
"Maybe one day we'll go back to Puerto Rico," she mumbles against his chest.
"Only with you."
Xxx
10 years later...
He grabs Alex's heavy suitcase off the conveyor belt and hands it to her in a huff. She takes it with a smile, fixing her backpack on her shoulder. He grabs a paper from his back pocket, knowing they now have all their items and proceeds to examine it.
"Ok, so we get checked in at the hotel, get unpacked, and then we can go to all of the old haunts."
He grabs her hand and starts leading her out of the airport. She laces their fingers together and quickly falls into step with him.
She snorts beside him. "Old haunts. This whole island is an old haunt for us."
He supposes she is right. Coming back to Puerto Rico had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up straight. They faced so much trauma here and yet this is where he first fell in love with her. It held a special place in his heart for that reason.
"True, but let's make better memories here. Much better," he says as he looks over at her, openly letting his eyes scan her entire body slowly.
It always felt nice when they could actually be a regular couple in the mortal world. Since they ran off to the Wizarding World eight years ago they hardly saw their family. Luckily, the Wizarding World accepted them as a couple. Professor Crumbs even granted Justin the title of full wizard alongside Alex.
When they do see their parents on rare occasions, Max's wedding being one, there is an unspoken agreement to just not talk about "it." Jerry knows. He has to know. He's not stupid. Two full Wizard siblings don't happen for any other reason than they are together. And if Jerry knows, there's a good chance Theresa knows. He wanted to laugh when Alex introduced him to Max's new wife as her boyfriend and their parents didn't even argue the point. He refrained from laughing when he saw his mom's face turn a shade of green he hadn't ever seen before.
They both like living in the Wizard World though, where they can continue their lives as usual. Alex can work on her art and he can be the headmaster of Wiz Tech, not to mention he can make love to her in every possible location in their apartment. Loving each other openly was more than they ever could have asked for.
Two weeks ago he surprised her with tickets to Puerto Rico for their anniversary. Being together for ten years is a huge feat for any couple and Alex deserved the best.
Coming back to the present, when they got back to the hotel in Puerto Rico, the same one from all those years ago, he took out the itinerary from his back pocket, scanning it.
"We have dinner reservations at 7:30 tonight," Justin calls out to Alex who is looking in the bathroom mirror. She pops back out to come up and take the paper out of his hands, throwing it over her shoulder. "Hey!"
"Justin, stop being so anal. We are on vacation. Just relax and enjoy your time here." She grabs his shirt collar, and pulls his face down to hers. She smirks and he gives her a quick kiss on the lips.
"You're infuriating," he whispers.
"You love it," she says against his lips.
He pushes her back into the bed as she laughs and he climbs on top of her, finding her lips against his once more.
Xxx
Later that night he takes her to dinner and pulls out her chair. He lets her know she is beautiful in her short flowy dress that hugs her curves in all the right ways. Her curls frame her face showing off her pouty lips and chocolate brown eyes.
The waiter comes by with wine and flips over their glasses. "Would you like a bottle?"
Justin shifts uncomfortably in his seat and he can see Alex eyeing him warily from where she sits. She tells the waiter that water is fine and he begins to visibly calm down.
Even years later he can't really take the idea of alcohol, not trusting himself to fall into that trap again and being confined within it for the rest of his life. Alex is his main support system and he has her to thank for him not even touching a drop of it since he's been with her.
He makes a point to keep his promises to her.
Xxx
As the moon sets on the ocean they watch from their hotel room balcony, he grabs her hand, running his thumb over the ridges of her knuckles.
"I love you," he whispers, remembering her face crying out for him years ago on their family's old balcony.
She gets up from her seat and crawls into his lap, setting her legs go on either side of his hips. She grabs his face and kisses him like he is her lifeline, as if it's not the other way around.
He opens his eyes as her lips travel down his jaw and he takes in their surroundings. He physically jumps when he realizes where they are. She giggles, pushing her face into his shoulder.
"I kind of used magic to take us back to where we had that campfire when we came here," she mumbles into his neck and he shivers when he feels her hot breath against his skin. "Happy anniversary."
She lifts her head to look at him as he eyes the makeshift shelter he made and the campfire Alex put together with magic all those years ago. He was amazed even to find them in their exact same outfits from that day.
"You didn't take us back in time, did you?" He quirks his eyebrow at her, worried about the time shift.
"No! God no," she snorts. "Just the exact same setup. Didn't feel like worrying about if you were going to disappear at any minute again."
He takes her face in his hand, running his thumb along her jaw. "I'm not going anywhere."
She takes a shaky breath and nods at him. "Did you want me at this campfire back then?" He searches her face before silently nodding his head. She smiles and pulls him into another kiss. "I think I did too."
He flips her over so she's on their old makeshift bed and runs his hand along the side of her body stopping at her hip. "You only think so?"
She laughs and he drinks it in like wine.
Xxx
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