(A/N: I know a lot of you are confused about the timeline. I am trying to clear that up in this chapter.)
Warning: Unclean material towards the end.
"JUSTIN!" she screamed, rushing to the kitchen, tripping at least thrice in the process.
"Stop yelling! It's not the end of the world!" he snapped.
She placed her hand on the table with a thud, causing him to jump up and look at her, confusion in his eyes. "Umm, Alex… are you all right?"
"You kissed me."
His feet took him towards the wall. "W-what?"
"You kissed me." She said more firmly, grabbing the collar of his shirt with all her might. "You kissed me last night… Didn't you, Justin?"
He stumbled back, stuttered, hesitated, mind black of any reason, his reasoning power failing him, eyes fixed on her perfectly kissable lips, senses alert about the way they were pressed up together. "I…"
She leaned in closer, and his eyelids drifted shut in a strange feeling of giddiness. The next thing he knew was that she was kissing him with all the passion in the world.
She sat on the edge of her bed in her old bedroom, gently stroking Ethan's hair. Her eyes were fixed on the slightly open window, because anything and everything else in the room was in some way or another connected to him. She looked at her little boy's sleeping face, recalling everything that happened in her life till his birth.
It seemed like yesterday. Just yesterday she was a carefree, irresponsible teen, a 'snarky apathetic slacker', just 'living in the moment and moving on'. But then, the wizard competition took place. Justin won, as everyone had well expected. Max decided to be a rodeo clown. She decided to be a rock drummer. Justin surprised everyone by deciding to join her band. It's not like she requested him or anything. He took the decision himself, and she always wondered why.
They toured places, playing music and earning little money. Life is not as simple as movies portray it to be, and it was really hard to make it big as a rock band. However, with the help of Justin's magic, they were able to conjure up food and other necessities and chase their dream. They traveled far and wide, hypnotized by the call of music and beats.
And somehow, in the process of staying so close to him for two years, she fell in love with him. She kept quiet though, knowing it was wrong, knowing he would never feel the same way about her, that he would hate her if he knew. She pretended to be fine, to be great. And when the pain got too much, she just got herself wasted. Those were the reckless days of her life…
And then, one day, she kissed Justin, and he kissed her back, and they fell in love, to live together happily ever after….
Ever after only exists in fairytales. For them, it lasted till war broke out in the Wizard Realm. Wiztech issued circulars, seeking all full wizards to fight, or their family would lose magic forever. Justin was gone. He never came back.
Eight months later, Ethan was born. She was lost, confused, scared, helpless, all alone. But slowly, she learnt to live again, holding the tiny fingers of her child, the tiny second thumb.
Alex looked down at her child and brushed away his hair from his forehead. That little devil was the only ray of hope in her life when everything was lost.
"He fell asleep?" Justin enquired, standing outside the doorframe, his voice soft, gentle, soothing, music to her ears and her shattered soul.
She trembled a little, startled by the sudden sound of his voice. "Yeah… he was really tired." She answered, wiping at her tears.
Justin nodded and entered the room, standing in front of the bed, watching Ethan. "It must feel amazing, huh?"
"Huh?" she looked at him, confused.
"You know…" He cleared his throat uncomfortably, "…having a child…. It must be an amazing feeling…."
She nodded, smiling softly. "It is."
"I… I'm…" he sighed. "I am sorry I wasn't there for you guys."
She shook her head, like she had been doing for the last three years, every time someone asked her about the Ethan's father. "It wasn't your fault."
He looked at her, his eyes accusing and pleading at the same time. "Then why are you punishing me like this?"
She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I…. I don't know… I mean, it's been such a long time…."
He gasped. "Don't tell me you don't feel the same way anymore!" his voice was rising in pitch.
She glared at him, afraid that Ethan will wake up. "Keep it down! He's sleeping!" she hissed.
He tugged on her arm, forcing her to get up and leave the room. She obeyed silently, not wanting to cause a chaos that might wake Ethan up.
As soon as she entered his room, he closed the door and locked it. She opened her mouth to protest, to shout at him, but he beat her to it. He pushed her to the wall, and shoved his tongue in her mouth, not even waiting for her consent. Three years of staying away was driving him insane, he couldn't take it anymore.
Apparently, the distance had the same effect on her as well. She moaned immediately, and responded to the kiss. He nibbled at her bottom lip, biting it, bruising it, making it bleed, and licking the blood off, drinking it. She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, touching his healing wounds, making him flinch, reminding herself that she could have lost him, finding pleasure in the knowledge that he was back to her, finding pleasure in the feel of his lips, and the touch of his hands.
His lips found her neck next and she let out a gasp.
"Tell me you don't want me anymore." He growled, biting at her neck. He pulled her dress off her shoulder, kissing her there then. "Tell me you want me to stop."
She really wished she could, because oh fuck, their parents were just downstairs, their child sleeping just two doors away, and if anyone caught them, it would be an easy trip to Hell. But all she managed to do was pull him closer, surrendering herself to him, like every time…
She covered herself with her hands, looking down at the ground shyly.
He frowned. "What's wrong, Alex?"
She bit her lips, embarrassed out of her mind, and scared of the inevitable teasing. "I… I've never done this before." She admitted, looking at the pillow and contemplating whether it'd be a good weapon to hit him with.
He laughed nervously. "Neither have I…" he admitted.
She looked at him in surprise, but shrugged it off. (As long as he isn't being smug about this, who cares?) "Okay then… go ahead."
"Yeah?" he searched her eyes for any uncertainty, any fear, any contemplation, any doubt.
She groaned, knowing that they would be stuck here all night if he was taking the lead. If she was the one in control in everything else in their lives, why should sex by any different?
She tugged at the clasp of her bra, unhooking it, taking it off and throwing it on the floor.
He gasped. Suddenly, the object of his fantasizes was in front of him. He was at a loss- wondering what he should do with them, which fantasy he should enact first.
"Play with them." She insisted, taking his hands in hers and leading him. Their hands were shaking at the thought of what they were going to do, the line they were crossing, but she ignored it, and placed his hand on her bare breast.
He shuddered at the touch; she arched her back, both of them feeling like they would explode already. He took his hand off her, and she whined, afraid that his conscience had kicked in. But then, his mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue flicking it, sucking on it, and she squealed in pleasure, caught off guard.
"Justin." She moaned, tugging his hair and pushing him even closer to her perky orbs. "What are you, uh, doing? Mmm. Justin, uh!"
He smiled, placing her nipple between his teeth, and tugging on it, pulling it, stretching it as far as possible, as if it was a rubber band, and then releasing it suddenly, making it recoil to her boobs, making her shudder. He repeated the gesture several times, earning wondering moans from her, and then finally spoke, with her nipple still between his teeth, the vibrations causing a strange ripple of pleasure in her core. "I am testing its elasticity… turns out that it is a partly elastic body."
Even in her arousal, she managed to snort. Lesson of the night: Even when he is pleasuring his sister, Justin will always be a dork.
(A/N: Yeah, I felt pretty uncomfortable while writing this. And I am never writing M stuff again :P anyways, leave behind your thoughts, criticisms and questions.)