A/N: Hello everyone sorry for the long wait. I hope this will help, getting a little piece of how I really think these two are. The mature situations they are put in, just helps add to the drama and angst, and make the story flow well and seem less like...okay we get it they love each other and it's wrong because they're bro and sis. No, there's so much more to the twisted love they have for each other and the strength to fight for love, will stand taller than the consequences. Even if they both don't know it!

Justin was downstairs in the Russo living room, frantically pacing back and forth, but the pacing appeared as marching. He was knocking things down, then neatly putting them back and dusting the fallen objects off. Alex was taking way too long, and it gave Justin time to think. How was he supposed to act at this party? Should I flirt with girls? Ignore Alex?

No way in hell would he do that, not with hormonal teenage boys that would be willing to trade their Xbox for small talk with the brown-haired goddess. Well that's too bad for them, she was his for the night. Inwardly he cringed at the thought. So wrong and unjustly it sounded, but a miniscule part of him couldn't help the tiny smirk, pull on his face.

God, what was taking her so long? "Alex c'mon!" he stared up at the stairs.

"Ow! Damn it Justin!" she hurried down the spiral staircase, curls bouncing, along with other body parts that Justin would rather not mention."What's your problem? I was curling my hair and you made me burn my finger." She looked at him, with her lips pursed in anger.

But Justin's mind was registering what she was saying, he was too awestruck at the sight before him. His sister's hair in full loose curls, eye shadow giving her a Smokey eyed appearance, making it look like she was seducing him just under her glazed glance, her pink lips glossed looking so inviting, and don't even get him started on the outfit…really don't. This was almost too much to bear, his emotions swirling at once as if you had put them in a blender. The older wizard blinked several times, and cleared his throat.

"Let's get going."

But Alex didn't budge, instead only eyed him up and down. "Hold on a sec." she took one giant step closer to him, and began to ruffle his hair, making it messier then how he usually wore it. "Kay, let's go party!" she squealed as her eye's visibly brightened.

When Alex closed the distance between them, it gave Justin the advantage to look down her shirt. She had a beauty mark on the top of her left breast. Had that always been there? He gulped and looked up at the ceiling trying to find something interesting about it, other than Alex's body.

His gaze wondered to her legs, and how much he could see. "Uh, Alex don't you think your skirt is kind of short?" his eyebrows rose to exaggerate on the cause.

The Brunette only stared herself down and smiled up at her brother. "Thanks, I almost forgot," she grabbed the ends and started to raise it about an inch higher.

The eldest sibling could feel his mouth dry up, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Those dirty fantasies began invading his already poisoned mind. Unwittingly he snapped at her.

Dumbfounded she met his gaze. "What?"

He was already on mid-conniption, unable to form words. Pointing erratically seemed to be doing the trick though.

Alex rolled her eyes toward his strange gestures. "What are you my boyfriend?" her arched eyebrows raised and her hands found their way to her hips."This is how you dress to a party."

If Justin wasn't so pissed he would have thought that was sexy, but he turned away from her, with his shoulders square. "…No," Why the hell did it hurt so much to hear her say that?

All Alex could do was press on, curious how far she could take this conversation down the road of hell, before one of them would take the wheel. "Pfft, Yeah right. I bet you can't wait to go to the party. Being all Un-Justin-like." The young lady pulled on his tie, bringing him closer. "Right?" an eyebrow jumped.

There go the alarms in his head, saying that he shouldn't pay his younger sister any mind. She was just toying with him. His eye's squinted in feign distaste. "Practicing for the low lives you're gonna pick up tonight?" he was hoping to get her to back down from the fight.

She only pulled closer a daring look in her brown eyes. "Nope." She then let him go.

"Um…yeah shouldn't we get going, train leaves in 20 minutes, so…" he stared up in the sky, currently writing an equation in his mind of the approximate arrival time. "we should be there about 8-,"

Alex pressed a palm against her forehead. "Justin?" he lips formed a tight line, a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to the party of the century, and you just made an equation for how long it'll take for us to get there. Please, for tonight keep anything educational out of your mouth." The female wizard grinned. "Kay?"

His shoulders sunk. "Sure." They turned for the door, ready to go.

After that painful train ride, and by painful for Justin, having to get by with Alex bump or slide against him in all the wrong places. If it was possible for subtle seduction Alex Russo, surely won the title. There they stand at the front porch of the apartment, the only thing separating them from the other side was the door.

Justin hastily knocked, pulling his shirt down and straightening his tie. Alex forces his arm to snake around her waist. He's a little uncomfortable, but he knows the plan is in motion.

Suddenly a girl or woman, she looked to be at least older than Justin opened the door, She had a nose ring, long black disheveled hair, sweaty and very much drunk.

"Alex!" The girl's voice was unbearably high. Justin and Alex winced.

"Marissa!" Alex said faking interest in the girls appearance, but passing her by to get straight into the party, with her brother following close behind.

The music played at loud decibels, lights flashes constantly giving the room a club feeling to it, couples danced erotically, others making out on the couches. Justin couldn't help the feeling of disgust that crawl over him. Why couldn't he be home playing Dungeons and Gargoyles with Zeke at Alien Language League?

To make matters worse, he planned on hanging out with Zeke here since this is where he said he'd be, but to his surprise and Alex's, he was currently sucking face with…Harper in the kitchen. Gross.

The image was so bad Alex needed some liquor to forget. "Justin…" she's stroking up and down on his toned arm. "Can you fetch me some punch? Pwease?" It was time to get this party really started, poor Justin probably didn't have a clue about spiked drinks. "Don't forget to grab one for yourself. Babe"

He simply shrugged. "Sure, but I'm not really thirsty." He turns away from Alex, who is beginning to get the feel of the Dubstep beat, as her hips begin to sway and moment longer of watching, he might have shoved her against a vacant corner and showed her what a real man was capable of. After heading towards the built-in bar, grabbing two shot glasses and filling them with water.

Hmm strange that they put water in such a fancy looking glass. Well water is very important. A person can only go 96 hour... Focus! Justin just remembered, no educational reference at this party. In the corner of his eye he sees Zeke and Harper still going at it, and shudders.

As he walks back to Alex, the Raven haired male is stopped dead in his tracks to see Alex talking to Dean, looking very displeased. The overprotective (jealous) side of Justin found its way to the surface. With a little pep in his step, Justin stalked over to the duo.

"Is there a problem here?" his tone was low and dangerous, he looked ready to brawl.

"Ay, ay Russo not now. I'm having a conversation with ma gurl." Dean waved Justin off, like he was some little puppy.

Alex scoffed in complete disbelief at Dean's behavior to Justin, no wonder she broke up with him, she never realized how much of an ass he really was. "I'm not your 'gurl' and we're not having a conversation."

Justin couldn't believe his ears. This little punk from middle school was talking to Alex, like some whore on the street. His blood boiled, his eyes blinded with so much rage, all he saw in the room was red.

Then Dean continued to pester. He smirked and then stroked her cheek. "Aw c'mon babe, don't be like that."

Alex jerked away from his touch. "Keep your han-, "before she could even finish her sentence, all she could see was Justin's large back in her face.

He stared Dean down since he was bigger than him, but Dean also stood his ground staring up at Justin, as he cracked his neck, and rolled up his sleeves, stepping even closer. "I'm gonna give you about 3 seconds to get the hell out of here…"

Tension was thick in the room. "…One." Justin whispered.

Dean didn't move an inch.

"Two," He exasperated.

He drew his right hand back. "Three!"

BAM!

A/N: Oh no a fight, my my Justin seems to be a bit of a fireball now. Well when you mess with his 'gurl' there's always going to be trouble.