Here's Chapter 8, my dears! I've decided to up the rating to M, simply for the incestuous subject matter and coarse language. Anyway, hope you like this one!

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Dean Moriarty lay sound asleep in his bed, resting peacefully. It was the middle of the night, when in his sleep a sudden rush of ice cold air hit him and a white light flashed through the room, disappearing as quickly as it came. Dean was startled awake, noting that there was no source for the sudden burst of cold brightness, as his window was not open and all of the lights were off.

As his eyes adjusted, he saw that a girl stood in his room, staring at him curiously.

"Russo?!" Dean exclaimed from his bed, as he groggily sat up. "I'm so glad you're here, I've been trying to call you constantly! What are you doing in my room??"

"Oh, nothing… I just wanted to see you, that's all," Alex Russo replied, grinning devilishly in the moonlight.

"Really?... you wanted to see me? So then you forgive me, even after what I did?"

"Oh no, Dean. I didn't say I forgive you... and that wasn't even an apology…" Alex said, smirking and rolling her eyes. She slowly sauntered closer to his bed.

"Russo… I'm so sorry. I really am."

Alex began to laugh maniacally. "You can't even call me by my first name when you apologize? Who says I will ever forgive you?? Hahahah! You're pathetic, Dean!"

"What the hell?…but I thought you… why are you here?!"

"Listen, you sorry little prick…" Alex said coolly, finally reaching his bedside and staring down at him. "I'm here for your balls." She held up a razor-sharp buck knife, and she snickered as it glinted in a patch of moonlight.

"What?!…Russo…A-Alex," Dean stammered, moving away from her until he nearly fell off his bed. "This is not funny! Come on!"

"It's not a joke, Dean!" Alex said, as she hopped on top of him, holding the knife threateningly. "Hahahahaha! Look at your scared little face!"

"Alex, please! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!……"

A mixture of Dean's screams and Alex's terrifying laughter filled Dean's head as he finally woke with a shriek, opening his eyes for real this time.

"What…the hell… was that." Dean said to himself nervously.

He let out a long breath, and brought his palms to his face. Dean was so glad his parents were out of town, because he didn't want them to hear their son screeching like a little girl in his sleep. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, unsure of how to feel. He knew it was just a dream, but reminding himself of that fact over and over just wasn't helping. It felt so real… the coldness in Alex's voice had truly made him feel terror.

Why did I do that to her?…OK, calm down Dean. It was just a dream, it was just a dream.

The nightmare struck enough fear into Dean that he felt compelled to check his lower regions, just to be sure that all was well. He apprehensively lifted up his covers, looking under. Not able to see anything unusual, he brought his hand under the blanket, feeling around above his boxers.

Something didn't feel right.

No… there is no way…

He plunged his hand into his boxers, feeling around desperately for what he already knew was missing.

"What the… what the fuck?!" Dean exclaimed, still reaching and not able to find his testicles. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Dean's girlish scream echoed loudly throughout the house, for absolutely no one to hear.

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When Alex and Justin awoke in their respective rooms on that Thursday morning, they both internally jumped for joy at the prospect of spending a full day in the house together, alone. Theresa, Max and Jerry were downstairs working the sub shop. Thursdays were typically slow, so there was no worry that they would need Alex or Justin's assistance.

Alex, who always slept just a bit later than Justin, awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. She grinned excitedly and darted downstairs to meet him.

As she caught the first glimpse of him, her heart began to beat a little bit faster. Justin always looked so cute when he had bed head, and he was wearing a fitted wife beater that accented every sexy muscle in his torso. Plus, there are few things sexier than when a man is cooking for you.

"Good morning, sleepy," Justin said affectionately.

"Good morning, hot guy making me food… what is that, anyway?" Alex asked, sniffing the air appreciatively. "Smells good."

"Eggs in a basket," he said with a grin.

"…and those are?" she asked, walking up next to him to survey his work.

"Well, they're eggs fried very carefully in the center of a piece of toast… really hard to make," Justin replied, sounding very proud of himself.

"Really? Sounds like you cut a hole out of a piece of bread and dropped an egg into it…" Alex jibed, grabbing a leftover toast middle to snack on.

Justin smacked her butt, causing her to yelp out of surprise.

"Keep up that attitude and you don't get any bacon," Justin said teasingly. "Now put down that toast middle, before you ruin your appetite."

"Sheesh, MOM. Forgive my audacity!" Alex replied, slowly putting down the toast. "Should I worry that you're going to ground me, now?"

"There are other punishments you should be worrying about, young lady…" Justin taunted as he grabbed her hair lightly and pulled her to him, nibbling her collarbone.

At first, Alex let out a soft giggle, but that soon turned to a whimper. She could get used to these kinds of threats…

Justin kissed her neck, and gently moved up to her jaw. He then pulled her face up to his and captured her lips. They kissed slowly for a moment, before Justin gave Alex another playful slap on the bum and ended the kiss.

"Do you want this breakfast, or not?" Justin asked, picking up the spatula. "Go get some plates before I have to make you," he said, teasingly.

"Maybe I kinda want you to make me…" Alex replied, beaming and retrieving the plates anyway.

"OK, OK, I can hear your hormones loud and clear. How about we just eat for now and then worry about those later?"

"Yes sir, Captain Buzzkill!"

Justin rolled his eyes at her playfully as she handed him the plates.

They sat together at the breakfast table, talking, giggling, and playing footsie as they enjoyed Justin's exceptional cooking. Alex never knew Justin could actually cook this well, and she loved all the delightful new things she had been learning about her brother when she finally stopped searching for things about him to insult.

As they finished their breakfast and Justin was putting the plates in the sink, they both agreed that a mid-morning nap was in order. The two teenagers skipped on up to Justin's room, genuinely intending to rest…

Oooooooooooo! I won't leave you hanging for long, I promise! Review please!

-L