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(A/N: just so we are clear, the parts in italics are flashback.)
His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, scanning the webpage again and again, reading and re-reading the article on 'polydactylity.' The one thing that caught his attention, the one thing that shook his mind, the one thing that gave his burdened soul a little bit of relief, was one simple fact- it's not a recessive genetic disease.
He finally put his laptop away, set the alarm for 4 a.m. the next morning, leaned back against the headboard of his bed, closed his eyes tightly, and sighed. The next day was going to be a big day…
He knocked on her door and gently called her name, waiting for her to respond, to tell him to enter the room, or to yell at him to go away. When no reply came, he turned on the doorknob and entered the room, a bit curious, and a bit anxious as well.
The room was empty, just as he had half-expected. He sighed heavily, shook his head in frustration, and glanced around her room, unsure what he was searching for.
His eyes paused on the bed, as he spotted her thongs… A cold shiver ran down his spine, as he stared at them, without blinking, without breathing- just staring, just taking in the forbidden sight in front of him, registering ever last detail about it in his memory.
His brain seemed to have lost control on his aroused body, as his legs carried him to the edge of the bed. He glanced at the door again, to make sure that it was closed, that no one was watching. He licked his dry lips, staring at the flimsy material in front of him, at the object of his thousand fantasies and his thousand wet dreams. With a lustful determination to use this opportunity to fulfill some of his sickening desires, he lifted his hands, to realize they were shaking, partly in fear of getting caught and the embarrassment that will follow, and partly in the thrill of sensing the forbidden. He took his sister's thongs in his shaking hands, and his mouth went dry at the feeling. This felt amazing! A low growl erupted from his throat, and he looked down, to notice how much he was getting turned on by this- his pants were already becoming tight, his body becoming tense with the pressure building low inside of him.
He breathed in deeply to calm himself, to stop himself from doing something stupid, something that would give him away.
He brought the thong near his mouth, and inhaled.
DAMN! THAT SMELL!
The smell of her moist flowers intoxicated him, and he took in deep, desperate breaths, feeling like he could explode any minute. He darted his tongue out, ready to lick it, ready to taste it- ready to taste her.
And that's when reality hit him like a movie playing in reverse. All the images of their lives- from the bickering at the breakfast table this morning, to the fight last night, to the hug the day before, to her 18th birth birthday, to the vacation at the Caribbean, to the quinceniera, … to the day she was born. Everything came back to him in reverse order. His eyes grew wide in alarm, as he realized what he was about to do- he was about to taste her cum! He was lusting for his sister!
He dropped the thong on the bed, disgusted with himself, and quickly ran away, hoping that someday he'd find a proper place to hide in Hell.
"Mom?" Ethan asked sleepily, as Alex tucked him into his bed.
"Yes, honey?" Alex whispered, gently rocking him.
"Why did you never tell me about Uncle Justin?" Ethan asked innocently, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Alex gulped hard. How was she supposed to tell him?
She shrugged. "You need to go to sleep now." She gently ruffled his hair, hoping he would fall asleep.
He did, soon enough (after three stories and a lullaby).
Alex smiled, looking down at her little boy. She gently kissed his forehead, and took his hand in hers. Running her fingers around the extra thumb again and again, she stared blankly at the open window, watched the curtains dance in the soft breeze, and lost herself in deep thought.
The feeling of the cold, harsh water beating against her miserable body was no relief to the aching, hollow feeling in her chest. She shook the shower violently with her hands, imagining it was him- hoping that it would do something to take her pain away. It did nothing though- only increased the helpless feeling inside of her. She hit her head on the wall, not even cringing at the pain, and kept repeating the motion, until she cried out loudly in pain and sank to the floor, pulling her knees closer to her chest and crying like a little child. The water ran down her bare body, her messy hair, her trembling hands and legs, her back, the chest, her growling belly. She whimpered, placing a hand at her belly, trying to feel something…anything. She could almost feel the body growing inside of her, hear the heartbeat, and sense the blood flowing through its vein. The blood- her own blood- and her brother's blood.
Her head shot back against the cold hard wall of the bathroom, and she buried her face in her hands in defeat, spread her legs, and just sat there, crying all alone, with no one to make her stop, to make her feel better.
As the water poured down her body, trying to invoke some sense into her limp limbs and her sore mind, she stared blankly at space, her eyes hallucinating about the pregnancy test report. What was she going to do now?
Her alarm buzzed, waking her up. She sat up in her bed, and wiped her tear drops at the corner of her eyes. It's a wonder how Alex Russo cried even in her sleep.
Yawning, she walked out of her room, and into the kitchen. She checked the list of the things she needed, poured a glass of milk, and prepared to sit down and watch something on TV. However, a knock interrupted her, and she groaned in annoyance, glaring at the door, and then glancing at the room to make sure it didn't wake Ethan up.
The bell rang again, and she got up quickly, anger flowing through her veins, and swung the door open.
He stumbled back a bit at the sudden movement.
She gasped, surprised to find the last person she had expected. "Justin?"
He gulped, smiling at her weakly.
She proceeded to close the door, not even bothering to talk to him.
He stopped her, placing a leg inside her apartment, between the door and him, and looked into her fiery eyeballs, pleading. "Alex, please. We need to talk."
(A/N: so this is going to be a chapter-fic, as you guys wanted. now tell me if you like this. updates will depend on reviews. So review for faster update.)