"Isn't it past your bedtime?" Alex tried hard to keep the annoyance out of her voice, but it must've been coming through, because Justin gave her a sidelong look. She was on the couch... with Max. Justin was across the room, seemingly engrossed in his biology textbook.
"Is it?" Max looked around, looked at the clock.
"It's Saturday," Justin answered. "He can stay up a little late if he wants to."
"I can?" The younger boy looked to Justin, then raised an eyebrow. "So... can I get up late too?"
Justin's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out where Max's mind was heading. "Yes."
"But -- what if I want to get up early?"
"Oh, you could do that," Alex put in. "You should try it. You could be up before anyone else."
"I could? Then I could...." Max paused, then nodded. "Yes. I could have breakfast before anyone else does. I'm going to bed! See you in the morning!"
Alex watched him bound up the stairs with a mixture of amusement and glee, then sat back deeper into the couch. All right. Just a few minutes, and then....
"Well," Justin said, standing up, "I think I'm going to go to bed too."
"What?! This early?" No. No. I am not wasting my wish on Justin having dreams about me!
He paused where he was, turned his head to look at her. "Yeah, well... I ought to get some good sleep so I can ace my biology test Monday."
"Well... could you help me with something first?"
"What?" Justin turned his body to look at Alex more fully, cocked his head to the side, and folded his arms. She was up to something, he knew, but.... She's so beautiful it hurts. Why couldn't things be different? I can't stand this.
"I was going to do the laundry... but I'm not sure what cycle to use." Alex was careful not to smile. No way he won't go for that. Nothing Justin loves more than showing off how much he knows about something.
"Really?" Justin blinked, a little surprised. Doesn't sound like a trick.... "Okay. I can give you the benefit of my expertise in the field of laundering."
Down in the basement, Alex kept a smile on her face as she watched Justin measure the detergent. "See, holding the cup at eye level, you can make sure that you're getting the measurement right...." How long is it going to take before Max falls asleep?
He poured the detergent in, and Alex's smile grew. On the other hand... why wait?
"Wow. I never knew you were such a laundry geek. Do you hand-wash the delicates too?" She moved over to the sink, turned the water on.
"Laundering clothes as the label directs is very important if you want them to last." Alex smiled at Justin's tone -- the slightly flustered one he used when he was embarrassed by what he was making excuses for.
"Yeah? Well... you're looking a little hot there, Justin." She cupped her hands, then splashed a double-handful of water onto him.
"Ahhh!" Justin jumped, turned quickly. "What the --" Alex tossed a second handful of water into his face, making him sputter, laughing as she did.
"Got you!" she got out, reaching for a third handful, then squealed as Justin jumped forward, grabbing for her. Alex twisted to the side, trying to get away, but he was faster than she thought he'd be -- and to tell the truth, she wasn't trying very hard.
"Hey! Let me go!" Alex struggled in her brother's grip, grinning as she did.
"Let you go? What? So you can splash me again? I don't think so, Alex. I'm thinking you need...."
He stopped speaking, suddenly, and then his hands were turning Alex around, pulling her against him. She gasped, and his mouth was on hers, his tongue sliding into her. Oh... oh! Where did Justin learn to kiss like this? Miranda was his first kiss... She felt a tinge of jealousy, thinking about him kissing Miranda, but it passed quickly. Tonight, he was hers. All mine.
Alex met her brother's tongue with her own, tentatively to start with, then with more firmness. And then he broke the kiss, and she looked up at him, frowned at his expression. "What?"
"You were a bad girl there, Alex. What am I going to do with you?"
"Spank me," she said instantly, and then blushed. "I... I've been wanting you to, again, ever since you did the other night."
"Oh, really? Well then...." He lifted Alex up, and she squealed again as he turned her around and put her on the dryer. "You're going to get it, Alex." His hand smacked her butt immediately, and Alex let out a little gasp.
"Count it."
"One," Alex said, tucking her head down to hide her blush. "Oh! Two! Three!"
He was spanking her quickly, alternating cheeks. He did three more hits before stopping. "You're not counting, Alex...."
"Justin?" Her voice came out very soft, a little frightened, and Justin suddenly felt very protective of her.
"Yes?" He leaned forward and stroked Alex's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"I... I want you to do it like you did before. On my.... my bare butt," she said finishing at just a whisper. For several seconds, Justin didn't move, and Alex wondered if she'd pushed too far. He's too nice. He's going to think it's too weird....
And then his hand pulled down her pants, roughly, and Alex started, then tucked her head down again, tensing. The next smack came, and she moaned with it, barely got out the word "Four." She's got such a nice butt, Justin thought, letting his hand pause on one cheek, giving it a squeeze before he resumed.
"Five. Six. Seven.... ohh!" Alex closed her eyes, feeling a small wave pass through her. "Eight. Ni... nine!" A second, stronger wave passed through her, and Alex's back arched with it.
"Oh, did you like that? Let's see if you like this...." Justin's hand went to his sister's shoulder, pulled her shirt to the side and down a few inches. And then his mouth was on her shoulder. Alex moaned and shivered as Justin bit lightly on her shoulder. It hurt, but it felt so good.
She feels so good... Justin's thoughts echoed Alex's as he leaned over her, his teeth on her shoulder, his hands on her sides, his hips against her bare butt. He slid one hand under her, grasped her breast, and squeezed lightly, feeling the soft flesh, the firmer nub in the middle against his palm.
Alex moaned again, feeling her brother's strong hands on her. She felt something else as well, as his hips pressed against her, and swallowed. Her hips moved, though, seemingly of their own accord, wiggling slightly side-to-side against Justin even as Alex blushed a bright red, unable to believe she was doing this.
He started to draw back. No! We're doing this, even if... he won't remember any of this. It won't matter if I trick him into it....
"Justin?" The fright was back in her voice, and Justin stopped again.
"Yes?" he answered, and his breath was hot on Alex's ear, making her shiver again.
"I... my family's going to be moving away. My dad's getting a job in another city."
"What?!" Justin moved off of Alex, turned her onto her side, helped her to sit up. "But... they know we're dating, and... where?"
"LA," she said, putting as much misery as she could into each syllable. She turned then, hugged Justin tightly, burying her face in his neck. "I love you," she said, very quietly. "I mean, like... I really love you. I don't think there's any other guy I'd want. And...." She stopped, pulled back just slightly, staying in her brother's arms, and looked up at him.
"What?" he asked again, more softly this time. He put a hand on her head, ran his fingers through lush, dark hair.
"I want you to be my first, Justin. Your parents are out of town. Mine think I'm staying at a girlfriend's house tonight. I want you."
Justin swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "Are... are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to feel like you have to, if you're not ready...."
"I'm ready," she answered quickly, touching her brother's cheek and looking up into his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak again, and she moved forward and kissed him to keep him from making any other arguments. A moment later, she broke the kiss, looked at him again. "My mind's made up, Justin. And you know nothing changes my mind once it's made up. Thank you for trying to be sweet and sensitive, but right now.... right now, I want you to be big, strong, and bold. Take me up to your room. Make love to me. Please."