I don't own em, I just borrow and play with them…
Alex was walking to school, late as usual. She darted down an alley trying to cut some time off of the trip (meaning she was totally about to use magic). She was dressed in a funky layered top and a torn jean skirt.
When she reached the middle of the alley she figured she was safe to perform the spell without anybody seeing. She threw her book bag on the ground and bent over it, searching for her wand. Just then she felt something brush the back of her exposed thigh.
She gasped and jumped up ready to scream, but a warm thick hand wrapped around her mouth, another one wrapped around her waist. Alex started to hyperventilate through her nose, completely panicked. Then she felt his face press to her ear as he whispered, "Calm down. It's me, it's Justin."
Confusion tapped her conscience but it was barely noticeable over the immense feeling of relief. She sighed, and waited for him to let her go. But his hands stayed firmly clasped on her. She reached up to pull his hand away from her mouth and was shocked when he lifted her entire body and moved it into a dark corner of the alley. She tried to scream but it was muffled by his hand.
"Alex, stop!" He whispered in a reprimanding, but not threatening tone. For some reason this command made her want to obey him. She stopped struggling as he whispered, "Stay quiet…" she nodded and he took his hand off of her mouth. His body was still pressed against her, and she began to feel strange that he hadn't turned her around yet.
"Justin, what are you doing?" she whispered, but he didn't answer. He just slid his hands down her arms so slowly yet firmly that it caused her whole body to shiver. His hands closed over her wrists and forced them up to the dirty wall in front of her. She let in a shallow gulp of air.
Justin held her wrists in one of his hands against the wall above her head. For a brief second she looked up at their hands and something occurred to her. It didn't hurt at all, in fact he seemed to be using his hand more as a cushion for hers against the hard concrete and for a second he seemed to be lightly massaging her with his fingertips. God, those fingertips…
His other hand brushed against her neck as he moved her hair behind her shoulder in a gentle swift stroke. The smell of her perfume intoxicated him and he felt and surge of need rush through his body. "God damn Alex.." he sighed into her ear. His free hand snaked around her waist again and he pulled her body into a tight, possessive grip. He pressed his bulging erection into her back and she moaned.
Without another word he slid his hand down over her skirt, pressing firmly into her crotch as his fingers gripped the edge of the denim. The tips of his fingers brushed against the silky material of her panties and Justin lost control. As if burnt by a fire, he ripped his hand away from her and furiously opened his pants.
Alex felt his hand leave her and she thought her knees would buckle. Then she felt him reach up the back of her skirt and pull her panties to the side. Before she could even form a word he was in her. She couldn't believe her brother's thick throbbing cock had entered her once again and she let out a cry of pleasure. Justin's hand released hers and returned to her mouth. Alex's fingers dug into the hard cold wall, desperate for something to grip. Justin pumped his dick in and out of his sister's tight pussy, holding her around the waist with one hand and her mouth with the other. His thrusts practically lifted her off the ground and she was thankful that he was holding onto her.
Alex opened her mouth and sucked his fingers into her lips. Then her tongue wrapped around the tips and she bit down. Fuck, those fingertips! She let out soft moans of desperate pleasure as she felt his hard skin sliding in and out of her body. It was as if he were made to fit her, to find every inch of ecstasy deep within her and to stimulate it beyond what she could handle.
"Alex," she loved when he said her name. He moved the hand that was covering her mouth and with his wet fingertips he found her clit. The circular motion he made caused her legs to tremble and she was sure now that the firm hand around her waist was the only thing keeping her upright.
"Justin!" It wasn't a moan, it was a plea for mercy.
"I love you Alex" he whispered into her ear. "You're mine.." She nodded furiously because her mouth couldn't form words. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, yet she seemed to be seeing the brightest colors she'd ever known.
"Justin…" it was all she could say.
She began to climax and he pushed his hard cock into her in one solid thrust pausing to respond to her body's grip . He felt her pulsing on his dick and it was like he could feel every molecule in her body. She collapsed into the wall and he steadied her with both hands. His tongue ran up the length of her neck and he felt the last few convulsion in her pussy.
"Fuck Justin," she whispered as he began his thrusting again. His motion sped up and she reached back and held the back of his neck for dear life. "I love you too.."
His hips pounded against her fast and faster. "Mmm.." she moaned. His breathing got heavier and his grip around her got tighter.
He pressed his mouth against her ear and whispered, "Do you want my cum Alex?" She nodded again, holding onto him with all her strength. "I want you to go to school with my cum in your pussy," he growled. She whimpered. "You want it?"
"Uh huh!" she squeaked.
"You're going to feel me in you all day.. when those other boys look at you, all you will be able to think about is my sperm dripping out of that pussy. That pussy is mine. You're mine. Understand?" His thrusts were verging on violent now.
"Yes!" she screamed desperately. "I'm yours Justin." With those words he emptied himself into her, his roar echoing down the alley.
Justin woke up, mid orgasm this time. He watched in a astonishment as his dick pulsed out the last few drops of cum before falling back in exhaustion. His sheet were soaked with sweat and he pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it angrily at the wall. "Damn it!" He said in frustration. He pounded his fists again his forehead. It had been three weeks and every night these dreams about Alex continued. He felt like a monster! How could he be having these dreams about his own sister? But what began to disturb him more was how ruthless the dreams were becoming. God, who was he?
He was beginning to withdraw, plagued with shame. He spent most of his time going through spell books in his room, searching for something that could affect his dreaming. His attitude toward Alex had become cold. He couldn't handle being in the same room with her anymore. Every time he saw her, images from his dreams would flood his brain, and then waves of crippling guilt would follow.
Alex spent more and more time out of the house. She'd hang with Harper sometimes, and sometimes she would go on dates with Dean. But she couldn't seem to get Justin off her mind. It wasn't just that she was freaked out by the dreams anymore. She was had been allowing herself more and more to think about them. She felt so possessed by them these days. The memory of being under his power in her dreams was something she couldn't shake off when she woke up. And the fact that he'd suddenly turned into this moody serious guy made it harder and harder to remember the dorky innocent brother she seemed to have left somewhere back at the beginning of the summer. She couldn't look at him anymore. Nothing had ever had such a hold over her, and what made it worst was the one person she would normally talk to about a problem like this was the one person she couldn't face. She needed him so badly right now. She needed her brother to make this alright.
Thanks so much for your reviews guys! This is my first FF, I've wanted to do one for so long and now I'm hooked. So much coming up in this story, so stick with me. Next chapter coming soon, and guess who's coming home for a weekend visit??
