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No More Pretending

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"Justin, pass the mustard." Alex leaned across the breakfast bar, her dark hair brushing the countertop as she snatched the bottle from her brother's hand before he could react.

Justin jerked his hand back, mustard bottle now gone. "Hey! I was using that." His cheeks flushed slightly as he watched Alex squeeze a generous yellow swirl onto her sandwich.

Alex smirked, licking mustard off her thumb. "Relax, dork. Your precious condiments aren't going anywhere." She deliberately bumped his hip with hers as she moved to the fridge, the contact lingering just a beat too long.

Justin froze, his knuckles whitening around his turkey sandwich. He'd been noticing these little touches more often—how her hand would brush his when passing wands, how she'd stretch beside him on the couch until their thighs touched.

In the dining room, Max obliviously smashed buttons on his Game Boy. "Justin! Alex ate the last pickle again!" he shouted without looking up.

Justin didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the way Alex's tank top rode up as she stretched for the orange juice. Her bare midriff flashed smooth skin above low-rise jeans, and he quickly looked away, heat crawling up his neck.

The refrigerator door slammed shut. Alex leaned against it, slowly sipping juice straight from the carton while staring Justin down.

"You're twitchy today," she noted, a knowing curve to her lips. Her eyes dropped meaningfully to where his fingers still gripped his untouched sandwich. "Something on your mind?"

Justin cleared his throat, hastily setting his lunch aside. "Just thinking about homework," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze as he wiped mustard-stained fingers on his jeans.

His heart hammered against his ribs—a traitorous rhythm that seemed to echo whenever Alex looked at him like that, like she knew exactly how flustered he got. The kitchen suddenly felt stifling, the scent of rye bread and pickling spices too sharp.

Alex's grin widened as she slid onto the stool beside him, her knee deliberately pressing against his thigh. "Uh-huh. Advanced Calc keeping you up at night?" Her voice dropped to a low murmur only he could hear over Max's frantic button-mashing. "Or maybe... something else?" She traced a finger along the breakfast bar's edge, her pinky brushing his wrist.

Justin jerked his hand away like he'd been burned, knocking his sandwich onto the floor. Turkey and rye scattered across the tiles. "Dammit, Alex!" He scrambled off the stool, cheeks flaming crimson as he crouched to gather the mess. The scent of spicy mustard filled the air between them.

Alex laughed, low and throaty. "Aw, did I make you nervous?" She slid off her stool slowly, deliberately stepping into his space as he knelt. Her boot nudged his discarded comic book—Captain Jim Bob Sherwood #47—under the breakfast bar. "You're dropping things everywhere today."

Justin froze, sandwich debris forgotten. Her proximity sent a jolt through him—the familiar scent of her vanilla shampoo mixed with the sharp tang of mustard. He could feel the warmth radiating from her bare midriff inches from his face.

"Back off," he muttered, voice tight. He grabbed a napkin too hard, tearing it.

Alex crouched beside him, her knee pressing against his thigh. "Make me." Her whisper was a challenge, eyes locked on his flushed face. Her fingers brushed his wrist again as she pretended to help gather rye crumbs, lingering deliberately. His breath hitched.

Max’s Game Boy emitted a shriveled defeat sound. "Hey! Did someone eat my leftover pizza slice?" He stomped toward the fridge, oblivious to the tension crackling between his older siblings. Justin jerked backward, colliding with the breakfast bar stool.

Alex didn’t move. Her knee remained pressed against Justin’s thigh, her eyes never leaving his face. "Relax," she murmured, though her own breath hitched slightly as Max yanked the fridge door open behind her. "It’s just Max." Her pinky brushed Justin’s knuckles again, deliberate and slow.

Justin scrambled backward, his shoulder hitting the cold metal leg of the breakfast bar stool. "I—I need to clean this up," he stammered, grabbing mustard-smeared napkins like a shield.

The comic book lay forgotten under the counter, Captain Jim Bob’s face half-buried in crumbs. He couldn’t look away from Alex’s smirk—the way her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Running away already?" Her whisper was silk over gravel.

She plucked a stray pickle slice from his scattered sandwich and popped it into her mouth, slow and deliberate. His throat tightened as he watched her chew, the pulse in his neck thudding against his skin like a trapped bird.

Max slammed the fridge door shut, triumphantly waving a half-eaten slice. "Found it!" He took a huge bite, cheese stretching, oblivious to Justin frozen on the floor and Alex’s predatory grin. "Hey, why are you guys down there? Floor sandwich party?" Crumbs showered Justin’s hair.

Justin scrambled to his feet, clutching the mustard-stained napkins like evidence. "No! Just... cleaning." His voice cracked.

He couldn't meet Alex’s eyes, still burning from her whisper. The warmth of her knee against his thigh lingered, a brand beneath his jeans. He dumped the ruined sandwich into the trash bin with unnecessary force, the plastic liner rattling violently.

Alex rose smoothly, brushing nonexistent crumbs from her jeans. Her smirk deepened as she watched Justin’s flustered retreat toward the sink.

"Floor sandwich looked kinda sad," she called after him, leaning against the breakfast bar with deliberate nonchalance. "You should make yourself a new one." Her gaze tracked the flush creeping up the back of his neck, the way his shoulders tensed beneath his t-shirt.

Justin scrubbed his hands under icy water, focusing on the sting to drown out the phantom warmth of her knee against his. The sink faucet rattled as he twisted it too hard.

"Not hungry," he muttered, though his stomach clenched traitorously. In the reflection of the kitchen window, he saw Alex tilt her head, dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she watched him—a cat observing cornered prey.

Without looking away from Justin, Alex raised her voice just enough to slice through Max's noisy chewing.

"Max," she called, smooth as spilled honey. "Dad hid twenty bucks somewhere in the wizard lair this morning. Said whoever finds it first keeps it."

Max's eyes widened, pizza crust dangling from his mouth. "Seriously?" he garbled, already scrambling toward the door. "Twenty whole dollars? That’s, like, ten packs of gum!"

He vanished downstairs toward the freezer-turned-lair in a blur of crumbs and enthusiasm, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind him.

The sudden silence pressed in, thick and electric. Alex took a deliberate step toward the sink where Justin still stood rigid, water drumming uselessly against his clenched fists. The drip-drip-drip of the leaky faucet echoed the frantic beat of his pulse.

She stopped inches behind him, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, to catch the faint, sweet trace of vanilla over the sharp tang of mustard still clinging to the air. Her reflection watched him in the windowpane above the sink, her dark eyes unblinking.

"So," she murmured, her voice low and velvet-edged, slicing through the quiet. Her hand rose slowly, fingertips brushing the damp fabric stretched taut across his shoulder blade. He flinched, a tremor running through him. "You gonna keep pretending," she continued, her breath ghosting against the nape of his neck, "that you don't want this?" Her fingers trailed down his spine, feather-light, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans.

Justin’s knuckles whitened on the edge of the sink, porcelain cold beneath his palms. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, trapped between the chill of the metal basin and the furnace heat of her proximity.

He squeezed his eyes shut, water still rushing over his motionless hands. "Alex... we can't." The words scraped out, hoarse and unconvincing even to his own ears.

Her reflection in the window smirked, sharp and knowing. Her other hand slid around his hip, palm flattening possessively against his stomach, pulling him back until his shoulders pressed against her chest. The sudden contact jolted through him—her heartbeat thudded against his back, a frantic counter-rhythm to his own.

"You've been staring," she whispered into the damp collar of his shirt, her lips grazing the sensitive skin beneath his ear. "At my hands when I grab my wand. At my neck when I stretch."

Her fingers traced the waistband of his jeans, dipping just beneath the fabric at his hipbone. He shuddered, a strangled sound catching in his throat as her thumb rubbed slow circles against the bare skin there.

"Tell me you don't want this," she challenged, her voice thick and low. "Look me in the eyes and say it."

Justin turned abruptly in her arms, water spraying from his wet hands onto her tank top. The thin cotton darkened, clinging to the curve of her breast. His gaze locked onto the spot, mesmerized, before snapping up to meet hers. The denial died on his tongue. Her eyes were dark pools, pupils blown wide, reflecting his own desperate hunger back at him. The air crackled, thick with the scent of chlorine from the tap water and her vanilla shampoo.

Alex’s smirk vanished, replaced by raw intensity. She seized the front of his shirt, dragging him forward.

Their mouths crashed together—not tentative, not gentle—but a collision of teeth and heat and pent-up frustration. He groaned into the kiss, hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer until the edge of the sink dug into his back. Her tongue swept against his, demanding, and he surrendered, kissing her back with bruising force. Her fingers fumbled at his belt buckle, cold metal scraping his skin.

The breakfast bar stool clattered sideways as Justin spun them, pinning Alex against the countertop. Mustard smeared across her tank top as he shoved aside sandwich debris, his mouth moving to her throat. She gasped, arching into him, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Upstairs," she breathed against his ear, voice ragged. "Now." His hands slid under her shirt, skimming the curve of her waist—too rough, too desperate. A ceramic mug shattered on the floor, ignored.

They stumbled toward the spiral staircase, mouths locked, Justin blindly guiding them backward. Her boot caught on the bottom step. He hauled her up, her back scraping against the wrought-iron railing. Alex laughed—a sharp, breathless sound—and bit his lower lip.

"Slow down, nerd," she panted, though her hands were already tugging his shirt over his head. He fumbled with the doorknob to his bedroom, his other hand sliding beneath her jeans.

Inside, the door slammed shut. Alex pushed him backward onto the neatly made bed. Comic books scattered as he landed.

"Always so tidy," she murmured, straddling his hips. Her fingers traced the Captain Jim Bob poster above his headboard.

Justin flushed, grabbing her waist. "Shut up." He pulled her down, silencing her smirk with his mouth. Her tank top joined his shirt on the floor.

Her hands were impatient, tugging at his jeans. He gasped against her collarbone as her nails scraped his skin. "Alex—"

Her teeth grazed his earlobe. "Too late for second thoughts." She guided his trembling hand under her waistband. The scent of vanilla and sweat filled his nostrils.

Below them, Max’s muffled shout echoed from the living room. "Found it! Suckers!"

Justin froze mid-kiss. "Wait." His voice cracked. "My wallet. Left it downstairs... in the lair." He stared at the ceiling, Captain Jim Bob’s stern face mocking him. "He found my twenty dollars."

Alex laughed, low and throaty against his neck, her fingers already working his belt buckle loose. "Duh, you think our cheap father actually hides cash?" Her breath hitched as Justin’s hands slid under her jeans. "He barely pays us at work." She nipped his earlobe. "Now shut up and kiss me."

Justin groaned, the loss of twenty dollars momentarily forgotten as he arched against Alex's touch. Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans, cool against his heated skin. He tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her mouth back to his—hard, urgent—as she worked his belt loose with impatient tugs.

Below them, Max's triumphant footsteps thumped across the living room tiles, followed by the crinkle of bills. "Extra gum for daaaays!" he crowed.

The metallic clink of Justin’s belt hitting the floor echoed sharply in the small bedroom. Alex shoved his jeans down his hips, her palms sliding over the tense muscles of his thighs. He gasped, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the vanilla and sweat clinging to her skin. Her own jeans were already unbuttoned, shoved halfway down her legs as she straddled him. His hands slid under the waistband of her underwear, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

"Alex—" he breathed, voice ragged.

Below, Max’s footsteps thundered up the spiral staircase. "Alex! Justin! Guess who’s rich?" he yelled, followed by the violent rattle of Justin’s doorknob.

Justin froze, eyes wide with panic, his body rigid beneath Alex’s. She clamped a hand over his mouth, her own breath catching.

"Shhh," she hissed, pressing down on him as the knob jiggled again. "Locked it," she mouthed against his ear, her lips brushing his skin. His heart hammered against her palm.

Max pounded on the door. "Hey! Why’s it locked? You hiding more money?"

Justin’s breath hitched beneath Alex’s palm, his eyes locked on hers—wide with panic and something darker, hotter. She pressed her forehead against his, her free hand sliding lower, fingers brushing the coarse hair at his groin.

"Ignore him," she breathed, her voice barely audible over Max’s insistent thumping. Justin groaned, a low, helpless sound muffled against her skin as her fingers curled around him.

The door rattled violently again. "Fine! Keep your secrets!" Max yelled, footsteps stomping toward his own room. The slam of his door echoed through the loft.

Alex released Justin’s mouth, her hand sliding up to tangle in his hair instead. "Alone now," she whispered, biting his jawline.

He shuddered, hands gripping her hips as he surged upward, rolling her beneath him. Sheets tangled around their legs, comics crumpling under her back. He kissed her fiercely, teeth clashing, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra.

Her laugh was breathless against his lips. "Slow down, nerd." Her own hands slid between them, tugging his boxers down.

He groaned, hips jerking forward instinctively. She arched beneath him, the smooth skin of her stomach pressing against his.

Justin pulled back, sitting up on his knees to yank her jeans and underwear down her legs in one rough motion, her boots clattering to the floorboards. Alex kicked them away impatiently, surging up to shove his pants and boxers down past his hips. He pressed her back against the mattress, his mouth finding hers again while his hand slid up her ribcage to cup her bare breast. Her skin felt impossibly hot beneath his palm. She gasped into the kiss, arms locking around his shoulders as she hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

The friction of bare skin against skin drew a ragged groan from Justin. He broke the kiss, breathing hard, forehead pressed to hers. "Are you—" he started, voice strained.

Alex cut him off with a sharp nip to his lower lip. "Yes," she hissed, nails digging into his back. "Now." She arched against him, guiding him with a bruising grip on his hip.

He shuddered, pushing forward slowly, his eyes squeezing shut at the slick, burning heat enveloping him. She gasped sharply, her head falling back against a crumpled comics.

He froze, panting. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, biting her lip, pupils blown wide. He pushed deeper, burying his face in her neck as she gasped. Her nails raked down his spine, leaving fiery trails.

Justin moved slowly at first, each deliberate thrust drawing a gasp from Alex’s lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her hips rose to meet his.

The friction built between them—a desperate, aching rhythm that drowned out Max’s muffled Game Boy music through the wall. Justin’s breath hitched as Alex arched beneath him, her teeth grazing his shoulder.

"Faster," she demanded, voice raw and breathless. He obeyed, losing himself in the heat of her body, the way her legs tightened around his waist.

Below, the front door slammed—Jerry’s booming voice echoed up the stairs. "Theresa, did you see the mustard disaster in the kitchen?"

Justin froze mid-thrust, panic flashing in his eyes. Alex wrapped her legs tighter around him, nails digging into his back.

"Don’t stop," she hissed, dragging his mouth back to hers.

They kissed fiercely, muffling their ragged breaths as footsteps climbed the spiral staircase. Justin’s heart hammered against her chest, sweat slick between their skin.

The bedroom door handle jiggled. "Justin? You in there?" Jerry’s voice was muffled through the wood.

Alex bit Justin’s shoulder to stifle a gasp as he thrust deeper, her hips lifting to meet him. "Homework," he choked out, voice strained.

Jerry paused. "Fine. But clean that mustard later!" His footsteps retreated downstairs.

Alex laughed breathlessly against Justin’s ear. "Close call, nerd."

They moved faster now, urgency replacing caution. Justin’s hands slid under Alex’s back, pressing her closer as their rhythm grew frantic. Sweat-slicked skin slid against skin, the scent of vanilla mingling with salt and desperation.

Alex arched sharply, nails digging crescent moons into Justin’s shoulders. "Right there," she gasped, her voice breaking on the words.

Below, Max’s triumphant shout pierced the haze. "Mom! Dad! Look what I found!" Footsteps thundered toward the stairs again.

Justin froze mid-thrust, breath catching. Alex hooked her ankles behind his back, locking him in place.

"Don’t you dare stop," she growled, hips lifting to meet his. He groaned, surrendering to the motion, burying his face against her neck to muffle the sound.

The rhythm grew frantic—skin slapping skin, sweat-slicked and desperate. Alex’s gasps sharpened into choked cries as Justin hooked his arms beneath her knees, driving deeper with each thrust. Her fingers clawed at his sweat-drenched shoulders, head thrashing against the pillows. Below, Max’s triumphant shouts blurred into white noise beneath the roar of blood in Justin’s ears.

Alex arched off the mattress, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her body clenched around him. Justin groaned, hips stuttering, vision blurring as her nails scored red lines down his back. He buried his face in her neck, muffling his own release against her pulse point—hot, ragged breaths against damp skin.

Alex gasped, "Oh God," the words ripped from her throat, low and guttural, as her body arched violently off the mattress. "Oh God—"

Her fingers dug into Justin’s sweat-slicked shoulders, blunt nails biting deep as another wave crashed through her, leaving her trembling. Her hips jerked uncontrollably against his, every muscle clenched tight around him, pulling a ragged groan from his chest. Her eyes squeezed shut, lashes damp, breath coming in short, sharp pants against his neck. The sensation seemed endless, a relentless current dragging her under.

Justin’s hips stuttered, then drove forward hard, burying himself deep as his own orgasm tore through him. A choked gasp escaped his lips, muffled against the damp skin of Alex’s throat where he pressed his face. His entire body shuddered, muscles locking rigid for one suspended moment before collapsing onto her, spent and trembling.

Heat flooded between them, sticky and intimate. His ragged breathing filled the quiet room, mingling with hers—both harsh, uneven, echoing the frantic drumbeat of their hearts slamming against each other’s ribs. The sharp scent of sex hung thick in the air, mixing with the lingering vanilla from Alex’s hair.

Slowly, the tension bled from Justin’s limbs. He shifted his weight off her, rolling onto his back beside Alex on the rumpled sheets, Captain Jim Bob’s stern poster glaring down at them. Comics lay crushed beneath them, forgotten.

Justin stared at the ceiling, chest still heaving, a faint flush spreading across his cheeks. Beside him, Alex stretched languidly, a satisfied hum vibrating low in her throat. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his damp stomach, her touch feather-light yet electric against his oversensitive skin. She turned her head on the pillow, studying his profile—the tense line of his jaw, the way his gray-green eyes remained fixed upward, avoiding hers.

A smirk tugged at her lips. "So," she murmured, her voice raspy. "Still think we can't?" Her fingertips traced the fresh scratches down his chest.

Justin swallowed, avoiding her gaze. "Max almost..." His voice trailed off, the unspoken Dad almost hanging heavier in the humid air. He pushed damp hair off his forehead, the Captain Jim Bob poster suddenly feeling like an accusatory witness.

Alex traced a scratch down his ribs, her fingertip cool against his flushed skin. "He didn't." Her smirk returned, sharp and victorious. "And he won't." She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand, the sheet pooling around her waist. "Face it, dude. You liked it." Her brown eyes held his, daring him to deny it.

Justin finally turned his head, meeting her gaze. The panic had faded, replaced by a dazed exhaustion that softened his features. "It's..." He swallowed, voice rough. "Complicated." His hand drifted to the scratches on his chest, fingertips brushing the raised welts.

Below, Max's triumphant shouts echoed faintly through the floorboards—"Told you it was hidden in the lair!"—followed by Jerry's exasperated groan.

Alex snorted, rolling her eyes. "Everything's complicated with you." She shifted closer, her bare leg sliding against his under the tangled sheet. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, lingering on the bite mark she'd left near his ear. "But that?" She nodded toward the damp spot on the mattress between them. "Wasn't complicated."

Justin flinched as her thumb brushed his earlobe. "Someone could've walked in," he muttered, staring at the ceiling again. His hand drifted unconsciously to the scratches stinging his back. The muffled clatter of pans drifted up from the kitchen below, a reminder of the world outside his door.

Alex laughed softly, rolling onto her stomach beside him. "Relax, Mr. Responsible." She plucked a crumpled comic from the sheets, smoothing the creased cover. "We're fine." Her fingers brushed his thigh as she shifted, the casual intimacy making his breath catch.

Justin sat up abruptly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The cool air hit his sweat-damp skin as he scanned the floor for his clothes. "We need to clean up before someone—" He froze mid-sentence, eyes widening at the vivid red scratches raking down his back, visible in the dresser mirror. "Alex! These look like a bear attacked me!"

She stretched lazily, sheets pooling around her waist. "Relax, drama queen." She tossed his shirt at him. "Just wear a shirt."

Her smirk returned as she rolled off the bed, bending to retrieve her jeans. Justin flushed, quickly looking away from the curve of her bare back. He turned back just as she straightened. She caught him looking away, saw the flush creeping up his neck, and grinned.

"See something you like?" Her boots lay discarded near the door, her red wand gleaming beside one. She scooped it up, twirling the familiar wood between her fingers with practiced ease.

Justin watched, still half-dressed, as she raised the wand. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she murmured, "Silence these walls, lock every sound, let privacy wrap this room around."

A shimmering bubble of blue light pulsed from the wand's tip, expanding until it dissolved against the walls and ceiling. The sudden silence felt thick, like cotton stuffed in Justin's ears—Max's triumphant shouts downstairs vanished mid-sentence, replaced by an eerie stillness. Alex tossed her wand onto Justin's desk beside a half-built robot.

"See?" she said, stepping closer. "Now we're in our own little world. No one can hear a thing." Her fingers brushed the fresh scratches on his chest. "Magic fixes everything."

He flinched at her touch but didn't pull away, his gaze darting to the silenced door. "It's not just about noise, Alex. Dad almost—"

"Almost nothing," she cut in, pressing her palm flat against his sternum. Her skin felt cool against his flushed chest. "We wave a wand, and poof—problems disappear." She tilted her head, studying the tension in his jaw. "Stop overthinking it. We’re wizards. We make the rules." Her thumb traced the arc of his collarbone, slow and deliberate.

"Besides," she added, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "you didn’t seem to mind breaking them five minutes ago."

Justin caught her wrist, fingers tightening around her pulse point. "This isn’t a spell to fix, Alex." His gray-green eyes locked onto hers, raw and unguarded. "What happens when Mom asks why you’re limping tomorrow?" The question hung between them, sharp as shattered glass.

Alex threw her head back and laughed—a bright, reckless sound swallowed instantly by her silencing charm. "Seriously?" She pulled her wrist free, stepping back into his space. "That’s your big worry?"

Her grin turned predatory as she traced the waistband of his jeans. "If you rock my world so good I can’t walk straight?" She leaned in, breath hot against his ear. "I’ll wear it like a badge." Her teeth grazed his earlobe.

He swallowed hard, the flush deepening across his cheeks and chest. "Someone might—"

"Who?" she cut him off, sharp and impatient. "Mortals? Harper’ll just think I pulled something. Mom?" She snorted. "She’d blame my boots." Her hand slid lower, fingers hooking into his belt loop. "And Max?" She rolled her eyes. "He’d probably ask if I fell down the stairs. Again." Her smirk widened. "No one’s gonna look at me hobbling and think, ‘Oh, Justin must’ve fucked her senseless.’"

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper against his jaw. "It’s a non-issue, nerd. People see what they expect." Her breath hitched as she pressed closer, the heat between them flaring anew despite the cool air. "They see clumsy Alex. Not Alex who just got railed by her brother." Her bluntness sent a fresh wave of heat flooding Justin’s face.

His hands settled on her hips, fingers digging into bare skin. "Stop saying it like that," he muttered, avoiding her triumphant gaze. The silencing charm vibrated faintly around them, amplifying his own heartbeat thudding against his ribs.

She arched an eyebrow. "Like what?" Her lips brushed the sensitive spot below his ear as her fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans. The zipper rasped down slowly. "That I got wrecked by my big brother?" she murmured against his jaw, grinning as she felt the hardening swell beneath denim press against her thigh. "Or that your little sister made you lose control?"

Justin's breath hitched, fingers tightening on her hips. "Alex—" The protest died as her hand slipped inside his jeans, palm sliding over the rigid heat straining against his boxers. Her thumb rubbed slow circles through the thin cotton.

"Relax," she breathed, pressing her lips to his throat. "No one's coming." Her fingers traced the waistband of his boxers before dipping beneath.

Justin gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily as her hand wrapped around him. The silencing charm pressed in around them, thick and absolute—Jerry shouting about mustard downstairs vanished into nothingness. Only Alex’s ragged breathing filled the charged quiet.

She pushed his jeans down his hips, her other hand sliding up his bare back to pull him closer. "See?" Her thumb swept over his tip, smearing pre-cum as she stroked him slowly. "Magic fixes everything."

He shuddered, fingers tangling in her hair as she sank to her knees. Her tongue flicked against his shaft before her mouth enveloped him—hot, wet, relentless. His head fell back, a groan trapped in his throat by the charm’s suffocating silence.

Below, the muffled clatter of pans signaled Theresa cooking dinner. Alex hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as her fingers dug into Justin’s thighs. He gasped, hips jerking forward uncontrollably, vision blurring at the edges. Her brown eyes locked onto his, triumphant and dark with intent as she took him deeper, throat working around him.

Justin’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer as his other hand braced against the dresser mirror. The glass fogged beneath his palm with each ragged exhale. Alex hummed low in her throat, the vibration rippling through him, drawing a choked groan he couldn’t stifle. Her free hand slid up his stomach, nails scraping fresh red lines over the fading scratches on his chest.

He gasped sharply as she pulled back, her tongue dragging slowly up the underside of his shaft—hot and deliberate. Each lick sent electric jolts straight to his spine. She paused at the swollen head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge before sucking hard, drawing a thick bead of pre-cum into her mouth. Her right hand stroked the base firmly, thumb pressing against the pulsing vein beneath. His hips bucked forward uncontrollably.

"A-Alex, I—" he stammered, voice cracking under the weight of building tension. Her eyes flicked up to his, dark and unapologetic, as she swallowed what she’d taken.

She didn’t slow. Instead, she took him deeper, throat relaxing around him until his tip nudged the back of her mouth. Her left hand slid up his trembling thigh, nails biting into skin as she hollowed her cheeks. He braced himself against the dresser, knuckles white, the mirror rattling faintly beneath his palm. Every pull of her lips, every swirl of her tongue, dragged him closer to the edge—a relentless rhythm that left him panting, sweat beading along his hairline.

Alex watched him—the way his gray-green eyes squeezed shut, the sharp inhale through clenched teeth, the tendons standing out in his neck. She savored the flush spreading down his chest, the faint tremor in his thighs.

Her free hand drifted lower, fingers brushing the sensitive skin behind his balls, and he jerked violently, a choked gasp tearing from his lips. She smiled around him, the vibration rippling through his core.

Her fingers explored further—down the taut line of his inner thigh, tracing the delicate crease where leg met hip. He shuddered, hips stuttering helplessly against her mouth. She pressed the pad of her thumb firmly against his perineum, circling slowly as she sucked harder, deeper.

His strangled groan echoed silently within her charm’s blue bubble. His hands fisted in her dark hair, pulling her closer still, holding her in place as his hips snapped forward in short, desperate thrusts.

Alex hummed again, low and deliberate, the vibration traveling straight through him. Her eyes stayed locked on him—the raw, unraveling panic warring with overwhelming pleasure in his gray-green gaze.

She watched his jaw clench, watched the tendons in his neck cord tight as a bowstring, watched the flush deepen across his chest like spilled wine. Her thumb pressed harder, rubbing insistent circles against that sensitive patch of skin while her other hand tightened its grip at the base of his shaft.

He felt the sharp bite of her nails digging into his thigh, anchoring him as much as punishing him. He felt the slick heat of her mouth working him relentlessly—the pull, the scrape of teeth held just shy of pain, the velvet drag of her tongue along his underside. He felt her thumb shift lower, pressing firmly against his entrance, and his hips jerked forward violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat, swallowed instantly by her silencing charm. His knuckles were bone-white against the rattling dresser mirror, his reflection fractured and flushed.

Alex watched him unravel—the desperate clench of his jaw, the frantic flutter of his pulse at his throat, the way his eyes glazed over, fixed blindly on the ceiling. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as her thumb pressed inward—just a fraction, just enough to make him gasp and shudder. His fingers tightened convulsively in her hair, pulling her closer, deeper. She tasted salt, felt the frantic pulse against her tongue, heard the choked, ragged breaths tearing from his chest.

Justin’s hips bucked forward, driving himself deeper into her throat. A low groan ripped from him, raw and guttural, swallowed instantly by the silencing charm. His thighs trembled violently, muscles locking.

Alex felt the sudden, hot spill against her tongue, thick and bitter. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working around him as he pulsed again, and again, and again, his release flooding her mouth. He sagged against the dresser, gasping, his reflection in the fogged mirror shattered into panes of flushed skin and damp hair.

She pulled back slowly, lips slick and swollen. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk curling her lips as she watched him struggle for breath. He slumped against the dresser, trembling fingers barely keeping him upright, the mirror's fogged surface reflecting his dazed expression.

Below their feet, the muffled vibration of Theresa calling everyone to dinner pulsed through the floorboards like a distant heartbeat.

He flinched when her fingers brushed his hipbone, still oversensitive. "Stop," he rasped, voice raw. "Just... give me a minute."

His gaze darted to the silencing charm shimmering faintly along the ceiling—a blue-tinged reminder of their isolation. Alex merely laughed, low and throaty, as she rose fluidly to her feet.

Below, the muffled thud of footsteps climbing the spiral staircase echoed through the floorboards. Justin froze, eyes wide with panic.

"Shit, that's Mom," he hissed, scrambling for his jeans.

Alex snatched her shirt off the floor, pulling it on inside out as Justin fumbled with his zipper. Her silencing charm dissolved with a soft pop just as Theresa's voice called out, sharp and clear: "Justin? Alex? Dinner's ready!"

Alex smacked Justin's arm hard—a sharp sting against his skin—when he just stood there trembling, jeans half-buttoned. "Say something, idiot!" she whispered fiercely, shoving him toward the door.

He stumbled forward, throat working silently. "We're—we're coming, Mom!" he managed, voice cracking. He cleared his throat, louder this time. "Just finishing up...homework!"

The knob rattled. "Homework?" Theresa's tone sharpened with suspicion. "Since when do you two do homework together?"

Alex shoved her wand into her boot just as the door swung open. Theresa stood framed in the doorway, eyes narrowing at Justin's flushed face, his hastily-tucked shirt, and Alex leaning casually against his dresser—her own cheeks suspiciously pink.

"What's really going on in here?" Theresa demanded, hands on her hips. The scent of garlic bread wafted up from downstairs, mingling with the charged silence.

Justin stammered, "W-we were just—"  

Alex cut in smoothly, "Arguing about Justin's stupid robot." She gestured toward the half-built machine on his desk, wires spilling like metallic guts. "He said I broke it. Again."

Justin blinked, then seized the lifeline, nodding too vigorously. "Yeah! She knocked it off when she was... trying to steal my comic."

Theresa's gaze flicked between them, lingering on Justin's rumpled collar and Alex's smudged eyeliner. "Dinner's ready," she said flatly. "And Justin? Button your shirt properly."

The moment Theresa turned toward the stairs, Alex grabbed Justin's wrist. Her thumb dug into his pulse point—a silent warning. They followed Theresa down, Justin's shoulders rigid as Alex trailed a step behind, her boot heels clicking softly.

Below, the clatter of plates and Max's loud complaint about anchovies filled the loft. Jerry turned from the stove, waving a spatula. "Sit! Meatball subs won't eat themselves!" Theresa shot Justin a final, lingering look before sliding into her chair beside Jerry.

Alex slid next to Justin at the table, her thigh pressing flush against his beneath the white linen. He flinched, nearly knocking over his water glass.

"Easy, Einstein," she murmured, kicking his ankle lightly under the table. Her pinkie brushed his knuckles as she reached for the garlic bread basket.

Justin snatched his hand away like she'd burned him, cheeks flushing crimson as Max shoved a sub piled high with meatballs toward him.

"You look weird, Justin. Like you ran a marathon." Max took a messy bite, sauce dripping onto his chin. 

Justin cleared his throat, fingers trembling as he adjusted his collar. "Just... hot in here." He stared fixedly at his untouched sandwich.

Theresa's gaze sharpened across the table. "Hot? The AC is on full blast."

Alex kicked Justin's foot again, harder this time—a sharp jab against his shin. He hissed through clenched teeth as she leaned close, her lips grazing his earlobe.

"Stop squirming," she whispered, breath hot and damp. "Or Mom'll see exactly where your hands were five minutes ago." Her fingers trailed deliberately over his thigh under the table, nails scraping denim.

Justin froze, breath catching.

Alex pulled back, smirking as she bit into her sub. Sauce stained her lower lip. "Pass the pickles, dork."

Justin fumbled for the jar, knocking over Max’s soda can.

"Hey!" Max yelled, scrambling as fizzy liquid spread across the tablecloth.

Theresa sighed, tossing napkins at them while Jerry muttered about wasted groceries. Justin mopped frantically at the spill, avoiding his mother’s watchful eyes. Alex’s foot slid higher up his calf beneath the table, pressing deliberately against the denim seam.

He choked on air.

Her fingers brushed his knee—slow, deliberate strokes that burned through the fabric. He dropped his napkin, bending to retrieve it. Beneath the table, her hand seized his wrist, forcing his palm flat against her inner thigh. Heat radiated through her ripped jeans. He jerked upright, banging his head on the table edge. Silverware clattered.

"Justin Russo!" Theresa snapped. "What is wrong with you tonight?"

Alex smirked, tearing a bite from her sub. "Nerves," she offered casually. "He’s stressing about that robotics competition tomorrow."

Max snorted. "He’s gonna lose anyway. Again."

Justin glared, rubbing his temple. Alex’s fingers crept higher on his thigh beneath the tablecloth—slow, insistent pressure. He clenched his jaw, knuckles white around his fork.

Theresa’s eyes narrowed. "You sure that’s all?" she pressed.

Alex’s thumb traced circles against Justin’s inner thigh, dangerously close to his zipper. He shoved his chair back abruptly.

"Fine!" he blurted. "I’m… worried about my comic collection. Alex touched them earlier."

Jerry rolled his eyes. "For God’s sake, Justin—"

Theresa cut him off. "Alex? Did you?"

Alex withdrew her hand, feigning innocence. "He’s paranoid. I barely breathed near his stupid dolls."

Justin bristled. "Action figures!"

Max cackled, spraying soda droplets. "Dolls!"

Theresa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Knock it off. Eat before it gets cold."

Justin sank back down, knees trembling as Alex’s foot hooked around his ankle beneath the table. Her eyes locked onto his—dark, amused, and utterly unrepentant. She slowly licked sauce from her thumb, gaze never wavering. He glared, stabbing a meatball with unnecessary force. The fork scraped loudly against his plate.

He was going to get her back for this. Every nerve-ending still screamed from her touch, every scrape on his chest burned beneath his shirt. His mind raced—not with panic now, but cold, furious calculation. He forced himself to take a slow bite of his sub, chewing mechanically while Alex’s smirk widened.

Beneath the table, her foot slid higher along his calf, triumphant. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he swallowed the bite, wiped his mouth deliberately, and turned to her. His gaze wasn’t flustered anymore; it was sharp, focused, like he was debugging faulty wiring.

"Pass the peppers?" he asked, voice unnervingly calm.

Alex blinked, the smirk faltering for a split second before she shoved the jar toward him. "Here, nerd."

Justin unscrewed the lid slowly, the metallic grind loud in the sudden quiet. He didn’t look at Alex as he sprinkled peppers onto his sub with precise, measured movements.

Then, his hand dropped beneath the tablecloth.

Alex inhaled sharply, her triumphant posture freezing mid-lean. His fingers found her inner thigh, not tentative or pleading, but firm, deliberate. He traced the seam of her ripped jeans, his touch mirroring the exact path hers had taken moments before—slow circles, creeping higher.

Her foot slipped off his leg. Her knuckles whitened around her sandwich. He kept his expression neutral, almost bored, as he took another bite. Only his eyes, locked onto hers, betrayed the simmering intensity beneath the surface.

A faint flush crept up Alex’s neck.

Beneath the table, his fingers slipped beneath the frayed denim hem, finding bare skin. Her breath hitched, audible despite Max slurping his soda beside her. His thumb pressed against the soft cotton of her underwear, rubbing slow, maddening circles.

He watched her throat work as she swallowed, watched her grip tighten on her fork until her knuckles matched the white porcelain plate. Her smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of startled confusion.

Justin leaned closer, his voice a low murmur only she could hear over Jerry’s grumbling about anchovies. "Pass the salt?"

Alex blinked, momentarily disoriented, before shoving the shaker toward him, her movements jerky.

His touch intensified, fingers sliding higher, tracing the dampening edge of her underwear. She shifted subtly, pressing her thighs together, trapping his hand. Her jaw clenched, a faint tremor running through her leg pressed against his. He felt the heat radiating from her, smelled the sharp tang of her sweat mingling with garlic and oregano.

Justin sprinkled salt onto his sub with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving hers. "Too bland," he remarked, his tone flat, conversational, while his fingers beneath the table hooked into the elastic band, dipping beneath the fabric.

Alex choked on a gasp, her eyes widening, pupils dilating. Her knuckles were bone-white around her fork.

He found her slick folds, swollen and hot against his fingertips. She jerked, her knee bumping the table leg, rattling the plates.

Theresa’s sharp glance snapped toward them. "Alex?" Jerry paused mid-bite, eyebrows raised.

Justin withdrew his hand slowly, deliberately, bringing it back above the tablecloth. He wiped his fingers casually on his napkin, the gesture hidden by the crumpled linen. Alex stared at him, breath shallow, cheeks flushed crimson. He picked up a stray pepper slice from his plate, popping it into his mouth.

"Nothing," Alex managed, voice strained. "Just... kicked the table leg."

Max snorted. "Clumsy."

Beneath the table, Justin’s foot slid forward, pressing firmly between her knees. She froze as he nudged her legs apart with deliberate pressure. His hand dropped again, fingers sliding back beneath her jeans, bypassing the underwear entirely this time.

Two fingers plunged into her without warning, deep and unforgiving. Alex gasped, a choked sound swallowed instantly by Max’s loud complaint about his homework. Her fork clattered onto her plate as she gripped the table edge, knuckles white.

Justin kept his expression blank, chewing slowly while his fingers worked inside her—curling, spreading, relentless.

Theresa frowned. "Alex? You okay?"

Alex nodded jerkily, forcing a smile. "Pepper... went down wrong."

Justin withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening in the dim kitchen light. He brought them to his lips, tasting her openly as Theresa’s gaze lingered. Alex shuddered, her thighs clamping together instinctively beneath the tablecloth.

“Just spicy,” Justin announced calmly, wiping his hand on his napkin again.

Alex’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes dark pools of fury and arousal. She kicked his ankle—hard—but Justin only smiled, a cold, calculated curve of his mouth as he reached for his soda.

Beneath the table, his hand returned, fingers sliding effortlessly back into her heat. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as he crooked them upward, pressing relentlessly against that spot that made her vision blur. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, rattling the silverware.

Jerry glanced up. “Quit fidgeting, Alex!”

Justin maintained eye contact, his thumb circling her clit with agonizing precision while his fingers pumped steadily inside her. Sweat beaded along Alex’s hairline as she gripped the edge of her chair, knuckles bone-white.

Justin leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Pass the olives?” His voice was a low, controlled murmur.

Alex trembled, shoving the jar toward him blindly. Her thighs clamped around his wrist as he intensified the rhythm, fingers thrusting deeper. She choked back a moan, burying it in a cough.

Theresa’s gaze sharpened. “Drink some water, honey.”

She nodded frantically, gulping from her glass while Justin’s thumb flicked faster against her clit. Her leg began to shake violently against his.

Beneath the table, Alex’s hand shot out, nails digging into Justin’s thigh through his jeans. He flinched but didn’t relent, curling his fingers sharply inside her. Her hips bucked upward, slamming the table. Plates clattered.

“Alexandra Russo!” Theresa snapped.

Jerry sighed. “Can we have one meal without—”

Alex gasped, back arching as Justin pressed hard against her swollen spot. Her vision whited out. Sauce dripped from her forgotten sub onto the linen.

Justin withdrew his hand slowly, deliberately wiping his fingers on his napkin beneath the tablecloth. Alex slumped forward, trembling, her breath ragged.

Max stared. “You look like you’re gonna barf.”

Theresa’s eyes narrowed. “What is wrong with you two tonight?”

Justin lifted his soda casually. “Indigestion,” he lied, meeting Alex’s furious glare. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted. She kicked his shin—hard—under the table.

Alex shoved her chair back abruptly. “I don’t feel so good tonight,” she muttered, voice strained. Sauce stained her trembling fingers.

Theresa half-rose. “Do you need—” but Alex was already stumbling toward the spiral staircase, clutching her stomach.

Justin watched her go, the faint tremor in her legs unmistakable. Her hurried footsteps echoed on the metal steps—too fast, unsteady.

Upstairs, Alex slammed her bedroom door behind her. She leaned against it, gasping, her jeans damp between her thighs. The phantom pressure of Justin’s fingers still burned inside her. She slid down to the floor, pressing her forehead to her knees. A choked laugh escaped her—half fury, half disbelief.

He turned it around. The thought seared hotter than his touch. Outside, rain began tapping against her windowpane, blurring the neon glow of Waverly Place below.

Downstairs, Justin calmly finished his meatball sub, ignoring Max's loud chewing and Jerry's grumbling about wasted napkins. Theresa watched him, suspicion hardening in her eyes as she wiped sauce from the tablecloth.

"You two were fighting earlier," she stated, not asking.

Justin shrugged, swallowing deliberately. "Just sibling stuff." His fingers still tingled with the heat of his sister's slickness.

Upstairs, Alex slammed the bathroom door behind her, twisting the lock with trembling fingers. Steam billowed as she cranked the shower handle to scalding, stripping off her sauce-stained shirt and jeans with violent urgency.

Beneath the fluorescent glare, she stared at her reflection—flushed skin, pupils blown wide, lips bitten raw. He made me come at the damn dinner table. She let out a shaky breath. Water droplets hit the tiles like accusations.

She stepped under the punishing spray, letting it sear her skin as she replayed the scene: Justin's unnerving calm, the deliberate scrape of his fork, the look in his eyes—not panic, but cold calculation. Her own smirk dissolving into stunned paralysis as his fingers—

Downstairs, Justin scraped leftover meatballs into the trash, hyperaware of Theresa’s gaze drilling into his back.

“You sure Alex is okay?” she pressed, stacking plates with sharp clinks. “She looked…” Theresa trailed off, searching for the word.

Wrecked, Justin thought, suppressing a thrill. He rinsed his hands under icy water, watching suds swirl down the drain. “Probably just ate too fast,” he lied smoothly.

Max ambled past, gameboy blipping. “She stole my Twinkie earlier. Karma.”

Justin dried his hands, knuckles faintly red where Alex had clawed him. The ghost of her slick heat still clung to his fingertips. He cleared his throat. “Long day. I’m hitting the sack early.”

Jerry waved a dismissive hand. “Smart. Big day tomorrow.”

Justin took the spiral stairs two at a time, pulse hammering against his ribs. Outside the bathoom door, he paused—her shower still hissed behind the wood. He lingered, imagining steam curling around her furious silhouette. His knuckles brushed the damp frame.

Alex emerged moments later wrapped in a towel, hair dripping onto the carpet. She froze seeing Justin leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed. Rain streaked his window behind him, casting jagged shadows across his face.

"Enjoy your shower?" he murmured, voice dangerously soft.

Alex tightened her grip on the towel, water pooling at her feet. "You think you're clever?" Her whisper cracked with fury.

Justin stepped closer, close enough to smell her shampoo—vanilla. "Clever enough to make you come at dinner." His thumb brushed a droplet trailing down her collarbone.

She slapped his hand away. "Touch me again and I'll—"

Justin caught her wrist, pinning it against the damp wall. "You'll what?" His breath hit her ear. "Tell Mom? Explain why you're soaked and trembling?"

Alex twisted, knee aiming for his groin. He blocked it effortlessly, trapping her leg between his. "Stop fighting." His free hand slid beneath her towel, fingers skating over her hipbone.

She gasped, arching away. "Someone will hear—"

He nipped her earlobe. "Payback's a bitch."

The hallway light flickered as Theresa’s footsteps echoed downstairs. Justin shoved Alex backward into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. Her towel pooled at her feet as he crowded her against the dresser, scattering lip gloss tubes.

"Still feeling sick?" he taunted, fingers digging into her hips.

Alex clawed at his shoulders, nails scraping fabric. "Fuck you—"

His mouth silenced her—hard, demanding, tasting water and fury. She bit his lip until copper flooded between them.

Justin laughed low against her skin. "Try harder."

Alex shoved him backward with both hands. He stumbled, colliding with the desk chair. Wheels screeched across hardwood as he fell onto the seat. Before he could rise, she dropped to her knees, yanking his jeans and boxers down in one savage motion. His cock sprang free—hard, flushed, straining upward. She gripped the base, thumb smearing pre-cum across the swollen head.

He gasped, the chair legs scraping violently against the floorboards. Her eyes burned into his—no playful smirk, only raw, furious hunger. Her hand tightened around his cock, knuckles white.

"Shut up," she hissed, her voice thick and low.

Before he could react, her mouth engulfed him, hot and wet and punishing. He choked back a groan, fingers clawing at the chair arms. She didn’t tease; she took him deep, gagging slightly before pulling back with a slick pop, only to plunge down again, relentless. Her tongue scraped the underside, her teeth grazed the sensitive ridge—a brutal rhythm designed to shatter his control. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to stay silent, his hips jerking helplessly against her grip.

He couldn’t hold back. The sight of her—wet hair plastered to her flushed cheeks, furious eyes locked on his, her mouth stretched obscenely around him—was too much. With a ragged curse, he tangled his fingers deep in her damp hair, wrenching her head backward. She gasped, lips slick and swollen.

"You wanted this?" Justin snarled, voice cracking. He shoved her head down onto his cock, forcing himself deep into her throat.

Alex gagged violently, her body convulsing, nails digging into his thighs as he held her there, throbbing, hot pre-cum flooding her. He felt the desperate flutter of her throat muscles, the muffled choke—then yanked her off, gasping and dripping spit onto the carpet.

Before she could recover, he hauled her up by her arms and threw her backward onto her unmade bed. She bounced against rumpled sheets, scrambling to push herself up. He didn’t give her time. Hands clamped around her knees, he shoved them apart, spreading her wide. She hissed as his fingers dug into her inner thighs, exposing her flushed, glistening folds.

Justin dropped to his knees between her legs, burying his face between them without hesitation. His tongue lashed against her clit—hard, merciless—while his fingers plunged back inside her, curling upward. She arched off the mattress with a strangled cry, heels digging into his back.

He didn’t relent. Tongue and fingers worked in brutal tandem—sucking, thrusting, scraping—until Alex’s thighs trembled violently. She clawed at the sheets, biting her lip bloody to stifle her gasps. He lifted his head, lips slick, breathing ragged.

"Louder," he commanded, voice thick.

Alex shook her head, eyes wild. He slapped her inner thigh—sharp, stinging—and dove back in, teeth grazing her clit. Her back bowed, a choked sob tearing loose as she came, shuddering around his fingers.

Her hands tangled in his hair, yanking his face harder against her. "Again," she demanded, hips grinding against his mouth.

Justin groaned, fingers curling deeper, faster, knuckles slick. He sucked her clit like he was starving—hard, rhythmic pulls that made her cry out. She rode his face, shameless, desperate, driving herself onto his tongue. The wet slap of skin echoed in the dim room.

He felt her thighs clamp around his ears, trembling violently. Her taste flooded his senses—musky, sharp, addictive. He buried his nose against her swollen flesh, inhaling deeply as he worked her relentlessly. She arched off the bed, spine bowing, a choked gasp tearing loose. Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair.

"Fuck—Justin—" she choked out.

His tongue lashed her clit in furious circles while his fingers curled upward, pressing that spot deep inside her until she screamed into her pillow. Her hips bucked wildly against his mouth, slickness soaking his chin.

He didn't relent—sucking harder, fingers thrusting faster, knuckles slick and straining. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her heels digging bruises into his back. A guttural sob ripped from her throat as her body seized, convulsing around his fingers.

Justin groaned against her, the vibrations sending fresh tremors through her. He kept pressure on her clit, tongue relentless even as she thrashed.

"More," Alex gasped, voice shredded, yanking his hair hard enough to sting.

She ground herself against his mouth, riding his face with desperate abandon. He plunged his fingers deeper, curling relentlessly, thumb pressing firmly above her clit. The wet, frantic sounds filled the room.

A strangled cry tore from her throat—sharp, involuntary. Her body locked, back arching violently off the mattress. He pressed harder, fingers hooking upward inside her as his tongue flicked rapidly against her swollen bud.

Then it happened: a sudden, hot gush flooded his mouth and chin, soaking his face and the sheets beneath her hips. Alex convulsed, a ragged gasp escaping her as warmth pulsed out of her in uncontrollable waves, drenching Justin’s jaw and neck. The scent, musky and sharp, filled the air.

He lifted his head, dripping, breathing ragged. She stared at him, chest heaving, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Did I just—" she whispered hoarsely, unable to finish.

Justin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing wetness across his skin. "Yeah," he breathed, a flicker of awe in his eyes. "You did." He leaned down, kissing her inner thigh where her skin still trembled. "It's hot."

Alex covered her face with her hands, mortified. "Shut up."

He crawled up her body, kissing the damp hollow of her throat, tasting salt and her. His jeans still tangled around his ankles, his erection pressed insistently against her hip. She lowered her hands, meeting his gaze—dark, hungry, unapologetic. Her fingers hooked into his waistband, tugging him closer.

"Your turn," she murmured, voice still shaky but regaining its edge. Her hand slid between them, wrapping around his aching length. Justin hissed, hips jerking forward.

The bedsprings groaned as he rolled her beneath him again, pinning her wrists above her head. Rain lashed against the windowpane, casting shifting shadows across their skin. She arched against him, breath catching as he pushed inside her—slow this time, deliberate, filling her completely. He watched her face, every gasp, every flutter of her eyelids, committing it to memory. Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

"Move," she demanded, biting his shoulder.

He obeyed, setting a deep, grinding rhythm that drew ragged sighs from her lips. Sweat slicked their bodies where they pressed together, the scent of sex and vanilla shampoo thick in the air. She twisted her wrists free, fingers raking down his spine as he angled his hips, hitting that spot that made her gasp. Her nails left crimson trails.

"Harder," she choked out, voice raw. He drove into her, each thrust rocking the bed frame against the wall.

Downstairs, Max yelled over his Game Boy blips. "Quit shaking the house!" Justin froze mid-thrust, muscles coiled. Alex locked her ankles behind him, pulling him deeper.

"Ignore him," she hissed, biting his collarbone. He resumed the punishing pace, muffling her cries with his mouth. They moved like a single desperate creature, skin slapping, breaths mingling in hot, frantic gasps.

Alex arched violently, nails carving crimson furrows down Justin's chest. Her hips snapped forward—once, twice—before she shoved him flat onto the mattress. She straddled him, thighs clamping tight around his hips as she sank down hard. He groaned, hands flying to her waist.

Alex rode him like she was punishing the bed, hair whipping wild with each downward slam. Her breasts bounced with the force of it, sweat-slicked and gleaming in the dim light.

Justin’s left hand shot up, fingers closing roughly around her right breast. He squeezed, thumb grinding against her stiff nipple until she gasped. His other hand slid swiftly between their slick bodies. Two fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing tight, furious circles against it. She cried out, hips stuttering. Her rhythm faltered—long enough for Justin to thrust upward sharply, burying himself deeper. She choked on a gasp, eyes widening.

"Don't stop," Justin growled, fingers relentless on her clit. His other hand kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple hard.

Alex whimpered, the dual assault shattering her control. She tried to resume her punishing pace, but Justin’s fingers worked faster, pressing harder. Her thighs trembled violently.

"Justin—" she gasped, her voice breaking. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can," he commanded, thrusting upward sharply. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that deep spot.

Alex screamed, back arching impossibly as her climax tore through her. Her muscles clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, slickness flooding between them. Justin groaned, hips bucking wildly beneath her. He held her hips down, grinding her against him as she shuddered through the aftershocks.

Then he flipped them back over in one swift motion, pinning Alex beneath him. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, spreading her wide.

Without hesitation, he drove into her—hard, fast, relentless. The crown of his cock slammed against her cervix with every brutal thrust. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream, eyes wide with shock and pleasure. He clamped his hand over her lips, muffling her cries. His face buried in the curve of her neck, teeth scraping her pulse point as he hammered into her. The bed slammed against the wall with each piston-like drive.

Justin’s breath burned hot against her damp skin. Alex writhed beneath him, muffled whimpers vibrating against his palm. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders, slick with sweat and her own release. He angled deeper, grinding against her clit with each downward plunge.

Tears pricked Alex’s eyes as the relentless pressure built—too much, too fast. She clawed at his back, nails reopening half-healed scratches. He groaned into her neck, hips snapping faster. The wet slap of skin echoed louder than Max’s forgotten Game Boy blips downstairs.

"Been craving this," Justin rasped, voice shredded. He lifted his head, gray-green eyes locked onto hers—dark, possessive. "Wanted you like this... forever." His hips snapped forward, driving deep.

Alex gasped against his palm.

"Watching you prance around... those tiny shorts..." His thumb traced her lower lip. "Made me fucking crazy." He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, drawing a choked cry from her throat. "Dreamed about bending you over that stupid orange couch."

Alex ripped her mouth free. "Knew it," she hissed, triumphant even as her body trembled beneath his relentless pace. She dug her nails into his shoulders. "That's why I wore them."

Justin froze mid-thrust, staring down at her.

Alex smirked, breathless. "After that day... when you dropped your comic staring at my ass."

Recognition flashed in his eyes—that humid afternoon last summer, her cutoff denim shorts riding high, Justin frozen in the hallway, Captain Jim Bob Sherwood forgotten on the floor.

"Started dressing like that more," she confessed, hips lifting to grind against him. "Just to see you flush." Her laughter was low, wicked. "Loved watching you squirm."

Justin groaned, a raw sound ripped from his throat. He slammed her wrists back against the mattress, pinning them hard above her head. His hips drove forward, angling deeper, impossibly deep, grinding against her swollen clit with brutal precision.

Alex gasped, her back arching off the bed, legs tightening around his waist. Her smirk vanished, replaced by wide-eyed desperation as the pressure built again, sharp and relentless. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her flushed skin.

"Who's squirming now?" Justin growled, voice thick with possession. He held her gaze, unblinking, watching her struggle against the overwhelming sensation, her hips twisting helplessly beneath him.

He didn't relent. Each thrust was a calculated punishment, hitting that spot deep inside her with ruthless accuracy. Her breath hitched, her fingers curling helplessly against his grip. A choked whimper escaped her lips as her body tightened, teetering on the edge again.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You wanted me to lose control?" he whispered, voice rough. "Now feel it."

Her climax crashed over her violently—silent this time, mouth open in a soundless scream as her muscles clenched around him in frantic pulses. He groaned, hips stuttering against hers. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex as he drove into her one last time. His release hit hard, warmth flooding deep inside her as he shuddered, teeth sinking into her shoulder to stifle his cry.

They lay tangled and breathless, skin slick, hearts hammering against each other’s ribs. Rain drummed steadily against the windowpane.

Justin lifted his head, gray-green eyes scanning her flushed face—damp hair plastered to her temples, lips swollen. He traced the bite mark on her shoulder.

"Still think you’re in control?"

Alex’s laugh came out hoarse. "Always." Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling him down for a slow, claiming kiss that tasted of salt and exhaustion.

Downstairs, Max’s voice cut through the silence. "Mom! Justin’s shaking the house again!" Theresa’s answering call drifted up the stairs—sharp, suspicious.

Justin froze, muscles tensing.

Alex nipped his jaw. "Relax, nerd." She rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips. Her palm pressed flat against his chest, nails grazing fresh scratches. "You’re always making noise with your stupid robots." Her thumb traced the bite mark on his shoulder. "They won’t know the difference."

Justin’s breath hitched as she shifted, grinding slowly against the softening length still inside her.

"Besides," she murmured, leaning down until her lips brushed his ear, "I’m not done with you."

A sudden rap on the door—Theresa’s knuckles sharp against wood. "Justin? Alex? Everything okay in there?"

Alex clapped a hand over Justin’s mouth, muffling his gasp as she sank down hard. Her eyes locked on his, wide and daring. "Homework!" she called out, voice miraculously steady. "Justin’s helping me with… physics."

Theresa paused. "At eleven o’clock?"

Alex’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate circle. Justin shuddered beneath her. "Extra credit," she lied smoothly.

The footsteps retreated downstairs.

Alex released Justin’s mouth, a smirk twisting her lips. "See?"

Justin’s hands flew to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You’re insane," he breathed, thrusting upward sharply.

Alex gasped, nails scraping his chest. "But you love it." She leaned forward, teeth grazing his earlobe. "Bet you wish Mom walked in right now."

Justin froze beneath her, horror warring with the dark thrill her words ignited. Before he could respond, Alex rode him harder, the bedframe groaning against the wall.

Downstairs, Jerry’s voice rumbled—a complaint about the noise. Justin tensed, hips stuttering. Alex laughed low, grinding down with deliberate slowness.

"Scared?" Her fingers traced the scratches on his shoulders. "They’d lock you up first; you're the responsible adult." She punctuated each word with a sharp downward snap.

Justin’s jaw clenched, gray-green eyes blazing. "Shut up," he growled, flipping her onto her stomach. He pinned her wrists to the small of her back, thrusting deep without warning. Alex cried out, face mashed into the pillow.

The bed slammed against the wall in time with his punishing rhythm. Alex clawed at the sheets, muffled gasps escaping as Justin’s hand slid beneath her hips, fingers finding her clit. He rubbed tight, furious circles while driving into her relentlessly. Her thighs trembled violently.

"Stop—" she choked out, back arching.

Justin leaned down, teeth grazing her ear. "Make me." His fingers pressed harder, faster. Alex bucked wildly, a silent scream tearing through her as she came, shuddering around him.

He didn’t slow. He gripped her hips tighter, angling deeper with each thrust. Sweat dripped onto her spine.

Below, Jerry’s voice rose—"What’s that racket?"—before footsteps climbed the stairs.

Justin froze, buried deep.

Alex twisted her head, eyes wide and feverish. "Keep going," she hissed, pushing back against him. He obeyed, hips snapping forward just as the doorknob rattled.

"Locked?" Jerry called, rattling harder.

Justin drove into his sister with bruising force, swallowing Alex’s gasp with his palm.

"Physics project!" he choked out, voice strained. His free hand slid beneath her belly, fingers circling her clit in rough, frantic strokes. Alex shuddered, biting into his palm.

"Sounded like furniture breaking," Jerry grumbled.

Justin thrust harder, bedframe slamming into the wall. "Robot prototype!" She gasped against his skin. "Malfunctioned!"

Jerry’s sigh was heavy with suspicion. "Keep it down. Theresa’s trying to sleep." Footsteps retreated.

Justin released her mouth, breath ragged. He didn’t slow. Instead, he drove deeper, faster, hips pistoning against her ass. His lips brushed her sweat-slicked ear.

"Hear that?" he whispered, voice thick and dark. "He almost saw you." Alex whimpered, pushing back desperately. Justin’s fingers dug into her hipbone. "Saw you spread open… taking me…" His thrusts turned punishing. "Your own brother." Alex’s cry was muffled by the pillow as his hand clamped back over her mouth. "He’d lock you away," Justin hissed, teeth grazing her shoulder. "Filthy little slut."

The bed slammed against the wall with each brutal stroke. Alex trembled, tears soaking the pillowcase. Justin’s free hand slid beneath her belly, fingers finding her clit again—rubbing hard, relentless circles.

"But you love it," he breathed against her damp skin. "Love knowing how close you are to getting caught."

She convulsed, a choked sob escaping his palm as her climax ripped through her. He groaned, burying himself to the hilt as she clenched around him. He pulled her hips back against him, grinding deep.

"Gonna cum," Justin gasped, voice ragged and thick. His fingers dug into her hipbone. "Right here—" He thrust harder, deeper. "Inside you." Alex whimpered, pushing back desperately. "Where I belong," he growled against her spine. "Filling up my baby sister's greedy little pussy." The words tore loose—dark, possessive, forbidden. Alex shuddered violently beneath him.

He felt the tightening coil snap. Heat surged—hot, unstoppable—as he spilled deep inside her with a ragged groan. He held her hips flush against him, grinding through the pulsing release, filling her completely.

Alex shuddered beneath him, muffled whimpers vibrating against his palm. Justin collapsed onto her back, breath scorching her shoulder, spent and trembling. Rain lashed the windowpane, the only sound beyond their harsh breathing.

Slowly, Justin withdrew. The sudden emptiness made Alex gasp. He rolled off her, peeling away with a sticky, wet sound. They lay side by side on the soaked sheets, sweat cooling on their skin. He stared at the ceiling, chest heaving. She turned her head, eyes dark and unreadable, tracing the bite marks and scratches marring his chest. Her fingers brushed a fresh welt.

"You talk too much," she murmured, voice raw.

He caught her wrist, fingers tightening around the pulse point. "You started it." His thumb traced the crescent-shaped indents her nails had left on his skin.

Alex rolled onto her side, facing him fully. The dim light caught the sweat drying along her collarbone, the dark flush still staining her cheeks.

"Started what?" Her smirk returned, sharp-edged. "The physics project?" She pressed her bare thigh against his, sticky with drying sweat and the wetness leaking from her. "Or the part where you called me your baby sister while pumping me full of—"

Justin clamped a hand over her mouth again, gray-green eyes flashing warning. In the hall, Jerry’s footsteps paused outside their door—heavy, deliberate. They froze, breaths held, listening.

Alex’s tongue flicked against Justin’s palm, defiant. The footsteps moved on, fading toward the master bedroom. Justin released her slowly.

"You’re playing with fire," he breathed, fingers trailing down her throat to rest possessively on her hipbone.

Alex peeled his hand away. "So what?" Her whisper was pure challenge. She rolled onto him, pinning his wrists against the damp sheets. Her hips ground against his half softened length, coaxing a faint twitch. "You like it." Her lips curved into that wicked smirk he craved. "You love it." She leaned down, dark hair brushing his chest, breath hot on his jaw. "Admit it, big brother."

Justin’s hands slid from her grip, tangling in her hair instead. He pulled her down, crushing her mouth against his. The kiss was fierce, tasting of salt and defiance. His tongue swept past her lips, claiming her breath. She moaned into him, arching against his chest, the friction reigniting a low thrum deep in her belly. Her fingers traced the scratches she’d left, pressing just hard enough to make him gasp against her mouth.

She broke the kiss, panting. "See?" She whispered, thumb brushing his swollen lip. Her hips rolled slowly, deliberately against his. His breath hitched, fingers tightening in her hair. "You’re hard again already." Her laugh was low, triumphant. "My dorky big brother can’t get enough."

She kissed him again, deep and wet, her tongue demanding surrender. He groaned into her mouth, hips lifting instinctively. The friction was electric, raw. He flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists beside her head.

"Shut up," Justin growled, hips grinding against hers with bruising pressure. The friction drew a sharp gasp from Alex—half pain, half raw need. His mouth crashed down on hers, teeth scraping her bottom lip as he swallowed her moan.

Downstairs, the TV blared—some late-night infomercial drowning their ragged breaths. Justin broke the kiss, gray-green eyes locked on hers.

"They’re still awake," he whispered, thumb tracing the bite mark on her shoulder.

Alex bucked beneath him, nails digging into his forearms. "So?" Her smirk was reckless. "Let them hear." She hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him deeper. The bedframe groaned against the wall.

Jerry’s voice boomed up the stairs—"Keep it down or I’m taking that robot apart!"

Justin froze, hips stuttering. Alex laughed, sharp and bright.

"Robot prototype," she taunted, rolling her hips slowly. "Malfunctioning again." Her fingers slid between them, stroking his renewed hardness.

Justin hissed, grabbing her wrist. "Stop—"

She twisted free, pressing her palm flat against his chest. "Make me," she breathed, eyes daring him.

He flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her arms behind her back. Alex gasped, face pressed into the pillow. Justin leaned close, teeth scraping her ear.

"You want them to hear?" His thrust slammed deep, drawing a choked cry from her lips. The bedframe crashed against the wall. "Hear how well you take your brother’s cock?"

Alex pushed back violently, meeting each thrust. "Yes," she hissed into cotton.

Downstairs, Jerry shouted—"Justin!"—but the warning dissolved into Theresa’s tired murmur.

Justin laughed darkly against Alex’s spine. His hand slid beneath her hips, fingers circling her clit with bruising pressure. "They’re listening," he breathed.

Alex shuddered, hips lifting desperately. "Let them," she gasped. "Let them hear you ruin me."

He drove deeper, each thrust punctuated by the bed slamming against the wall. Alex clawed at the sheets, muffled cries escaping as Justin’s fingers worked her clit faster.

"Louder," he commanded, teeth sinking into her shoulder. "Let Mom hear how much her little girl loves being fucked."

Alex arched violently, a raw scream tearing loose as her climax hit—sharp and shuddering—just as Theresa’s footsteps paused outside the door. Justin couldn't stop; he buried himself to the hilt, groaning through clenched teeth as he spilled inside her again, hips jerking erratically against her ass.

Silence hung thick. Theresa’s shadow lingered beneath the doorframe. Justin froze, still buried deep, sweat dripping onto Alex’s spine. Her breath came in ragged gasps against the pillow.

"Justin?" Theresa’s voice cut through the quiet—sharp, probing.

Alex twisted her head, eyes wide and feverish. "Say something," she hissed, pushing back against him.

Justin cleared his throat. "Just… recalibrating the prototype!" His voice cracked.

Theresa sighed. "Keep it down. It’s late." Footsteps retreated.

Justin slumped forward, forehead pressed between Alex’s shoulder blades. He withdrew slowly, the slick sound loud in the sudden quiet. Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling, chest heaving.

"You," he breathed, voice rough and strained, "are a bad influence."

Alex turned, propping herself on an elbow. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Me?" She traced a fresh scratch on his chest. "You’re the one who flipped me over and went medieval." Her finger dipped lower, circling a bite mark on his hipbone. "And you’re the one who told Mom you were recalibrating while buried balls-deep in your sister." She leaned closer, breath hot against his ear. "Admit it. You liked the risk. You liked knowing she was right outside while you were filling me up."

Justin’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist. "Shut up." But his eyes weren’t angry—they were dark, dilated pools reflecting the dim light.

Alex twisted free, sliding down the bed until her lips brushed his stomach. "Make me." Her tongue traced the sharp line of his hipbone, tasting salt and desperation.

Justin groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she moved lower, her breath hot against his mostly softened length.

"You’re still leaking," she murmured, licking a stray drop from his tip. "I’ll clean it up." Her mouth closed over him, swallowing him deep without warning.

Justin arched off the bed, a choked gasp escaping him. Alex worked him ruthlessly—no tease, just suction and pressure and the scrape of her teeth. He thrust upward instinctively, seeking more depth, but she pinned his hips flat with both hands. Her eyes flicked up, dark and challenging, as she hollowed her cheeks.

The heat was unbearable, the wet slide deliberate. He felt himself thickening, hardening against her tongue, the sensation raw and urgent. Her fingers dug into his hipbones, holding him prisoner while she took him deeper, gagging softly before pulling back just enough to breathe. Sweat beaded on his forehead; every muscle trembled.

She took him in again. He was growing in her mouth, swelling against the roof, pulsing against her tongue. She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his core. Her hands slid from his hips to his thighs, nails biting into flesh as she took him fully, throat working to swallow him down.

Justin’s vision blurred. He fisted her hair, not guiding, just holding on as she devoured him. The wet sounds filled the room—obscene, undeniable. Below, the TV droned on, a hollow laugh track underscoring their silence. His breath came in ragged bursts. He could feel her jaw stretching, her breath hot and uneven against his skin. Her thumb pressed hard against the base of him, rubbing in tight circles as she sucked.

Her other hand slid lower, cupping his balls with rough possessiveness. Her fingers squeezed lightly, then traced the sensitive ridge behind them—stroking his taint with deliberate, teasing pressure.

Justin gasped, hips jerking off the mattress, but Alex pinned him harder, her grip unyielding. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as her thumb pressed into that tender spot, rubbing slow circles that sent shockwaves up his spine.

He choked back a groan, fingers twisting in her hair as she worked him deeper, throat fluttering around his tip. The dual assault was relentless—wet heat swallowing him whole and that cruel, knowing pressure beneath. Sweat slicked his skin; his thighs trembled.

Her finger lowered more, pressing firmly against his clenched entrance. Justin froze, breath catching. Alex’s eyes flicked up, dark and challenging, her mouth never slowing its rhythm.

She pressed harder—not invading, just testing, demanding surrender. His hips bucked instinctively, a ragged gasp tearing from his lips. Her thumb pressed harder against his taint, rubbing in time with her sucking.

The pressure built, sharp and electric, coiling low in his belly. He felt exposed, claimed—her mouth devouring him while her finger promised something darker, deeper. His knuckles whitened in her hair.

She withdrew slowly, lips dragging along his length, leaving him glistening and achingly hard. Her finger remained pressed against him—unyielding, insistent.

"Relax," she whispered, breath hot against his thigh.

He shuddered, shaking his head. "Don’t—"

Alex’s smirk returned. "Scared?" Her thumb rubbed harder. "Or just waiting for me to make you?"

She leaned down again, tongue tracing the vein pulsing beneath his skin. He groaned, spine arching. Her finger pressed insistently, circling tighter. The bedframe creaked as he strained against her grip.

Alex’s finger pressed harder—insistent, unforgiving—as her mouth dragged wet heat along his shaft. Justin’s hips jerked, a ragged groan tearing loose.

"Stop—" he choked, but her thumb dug into his taint, rubbing vicious circles that shot sparks up his spine.

Her lips sealed around his tip, sucking hard as her finger finally breached him—just the tip, slick and burning. He froze, breath hitching. The invasion was sharp, alien, but her mouth swallowed his gasp, her tongue flattening against his frenulum. She worked him deeper, finger pushing slowly inward while her thumb kept pressure below. The dual assault blurred pain and pleasure into white-hot need.

She withdrew her mouth with a filthy pop, lips swollen. "Feel that?" Alex whispered, finger curling inside him—probing, relentless. He shuddered, nails scraping her scalp. "You’re so fucking tight."

Her thumb pressed against his perineum, massaging in time with the shallow thrusts of her finger. His cock throbbed, weeping against his stomach.

"Want more?" Her breath ghosted over his wet skin. "Want me to make you cum like this?" She crooked her finger sharply, brushing something that made his vision flash white. A broken sound escaped him—half protest, half surrender.

Alex laughed low in her throat, the vibration humming against his thigh. "Thought so." She took him back into her mouth, sucking hard as her finger plunged deeper, twisting.

Justin’s hips bucked wildly, but she pinned him with her forearm across his hips—iron strength beneath deceptive slenderness. Her finger worked him ruthlessly, scissoring, stretching, while her tongue swirled around his crown.

The pressure built—not the slow burn of penetration, but a brutal, electric surge. Sweat stung his eyes; his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

She withdrew her finger abruptly, leaving him clenching around emptiness. Before he could protest, her mouth sealed over him again, swallowing him whole. Her throat convulsed around his tip, gagging softly before pulling back just enough to breathe.

"Gonna cum?" she taunted, lips slick and swollen. Her thumb replaced her finger, pressing hard against his entrance.

Justin gasped, spine arching off the bed. "Alex—" Her name tore from him—half warning, half plea.

Her hand slid up to grip his base, squeezing tight as she sucked harder, faster. The pressure built—brutal, inevitable. His knuckles whitened against the sheets, hips lifting off the mattress. Her free hand slid beneath him, fingers digging into his ass as she drove him deeper into her throat. She hummed around him, the vibration tearing a ragged groan from his chest. His thighs trembled violently. Sweat stung his eyes. He was close—so fucking close—hips jerking uncontrollably against her grip.

Alex pulled off abruptly with a slick pop, leaving him throbbing and slicked with spit. Justin gasped, spine arching off the bed, a choked curse escaping him. Her eyes locked on his—dark, triumphant. She spat onto her fingers, mixing it with the thick bead of precum weeping from his tip. The wet sound echoed sharply in the quiet room.

Without breaking eye contact, she slid her slicked hand down between his cheeks, pressing firmly against his clenched entrance.

Her finger breached him slowly—insistent, unforgiving. He froze, breath hitching as the slick pressure stretched him. She leaned forward, her breath hot against his trembling thigh.

"Relax, big brother," she murmured, thumb rubbing circles into his perineum. He shuddered, knuckles white against the sheets. Her finger crooked sharply, brushing that electric spot deep inside him. A ragged gasp tore from his lips—half pain, half desperate surrender.

Alex laughed softly, the sound vibrating against his skin. She took him back into her mouth, swallowing him to the hilt as her finger plunged deeper. He arched off the bed, pinned by her forearm across his hips. Her tongue swirled around his crown while her finger scissored inside him—ruthless, claiming. Sweat stung his eyes; his thighs trembled violently. The dual assault blurred into white-hot need—her throat convulsing around him, her finger twisting where he never thought he could be touched.

He choked out her name—a broken plea—as she sucked harder, faster. Pressure coiled low in his belly, brutal and inevitable. She hummed around him, the vibration tearing a ragged groan from his chest. Her thumb pressed hard against his perineum, rubbing vicious circles that shot sparks up his spine. His vision blurred. He was close—so fucking close—hips jerking uncontrollably against her grip.

Her finger plunged deeper inside him, curling sharply against his prostate. He gasped, spine arching off the bed. The electric jolt tore through him—white-hot and blinding. Her other hand slid up his shaft, grasping the base of his cock in a tight fist.

She pumped him ruthlessly into her mouth, matching the brutal rhythm of her thrusting finger. Wet heat swallowed him whole while she claimed him from within. His thighs trembled violently. Sweat slicked his skin. He couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think—only feel the relentless assault tearing him apart.

Justin’s hands shot to her head, fingers tangling violently in her dark hair. His legs widened of their own accord, hips lifting off the mattress. He looked down, watching through blurred vision as Alex sucked him relentlessly—cheeks hollowed, lips stretched obscenely around his thickness. Her finger brushed his prostate with each brutal stroke, sending sparks up his spine.

She moaned around him, the vibration humming against his sensitive skin. Her eyes flicked up—dark, defiant—as she drove her finger deeper, twisting. He groaned, nails scraping her scalp. The pressure built—sharp, electric—coiling low in his belly.

"Alex—" he gasped, voice ragged and desperate. "Don’t stop." Her name tore from him—half plea, half surrender.

She hummed in response, increasing the suction until his vision swam. Her thumb pressed hard against his perineum, rubbing vicious circles that shot fire through his veins. His hips jerked uncontrollably against her grip. Sweat stung his eyes; his thighs trembled violently. He could feel his release building—brutal, inevitable—threatening to shatter him.

Alex loved every second—the taste of salt and desperation on her tongue, the choked sounds ripped from his throat, the way his body arched helplessly against her. She relished the power thrumming through her veins as she worked him ruthlessly—her finger plunging deeper inside him while her mouth swallowed him whole. The obscene wet sounds filled the room, louder than the laugh track drifting upstairs. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling sharply, but she only sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks until he groaned her name again—broken and raw.

Justin’s control shattered. His hips bucked violently off the mattress as the brutal pressure coiled and snapped—electric, blinding. His release tore through him in hot, pulsing waves, flooding her throat in thick spurts.

Alex swallowed greedily, her finger still buried deep, milking him with sharp, twisting thrusts that drew out ragged gasps from his trembling body. She didn’t relent until he collapsed back onto the sheets, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.

Her finger withdrew slowly, leaving him clenching around emptiness. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes dark and triumphant as she crawled up his body. She straddled his hips, grinding her damp heat against his softening length.

"That was fun," she breathed, tracing the bite marks on his shoulder. "Bet you never thought your annoying little sister could wreck you like that."

Justin stared at the ceiling, chest still heaving, unable to form words. His skin prickled everywhere she touched—oversensitive and raw.

He lay boneless beneath her, breath still ragged, skin slick and trembling with aftershocks. Alex traced the bite marks on his shoulder—sharp, possessive—her thumb pressing hard into the bruise until he flinched.

"You taste like sin," she murmured, leaning down to lick the sweat from his collarbone. Her hips ground against his softened length, coaxing a low groan from his throat.

Justin grabbed her hips abruptly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Stop—" he gasped, voice shredded raw. The oversensitive friction burned where she ground against him, every nerve screaming from her ruthless assault.

Alex stilled instantly, but her smirk deepened as she felt the tremors still wracking his thighs beneath her. She leaned forward, breath hot against his ear. "Can't handle it?" Her teeth scraped his earlobe. "Or just scared I'll make you hard again before you can breathe?" Her thumb circled a bite mark on his neck, pressing until he hissed.

He tightened his grip, trying to push her off, but she resisted—a solid, stubborn weight pinning his hips to the mattress. Sweat-slick skin slid against his as she shifted, deliberately brushing her damp core against his softened length.

Justin flinched, a ragged groan escaping him. "Get off, Alex." His voice cracked, strained and raw, fingers digging bruises into her hips.

She laughed softly, grinding down harder, relentless—her dark hair falling forward to curtain their faces. "Make me," she breathed, teeth grazing his jawline. His hands trembled against her skin, torn between shoving her away and pulling her closer.

Alex leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "You liked it," she whispered, thumb tracing the bite mark on his neck. "Loved feeling me own you." She rocked against him slowly, deliberately, watching his eyes flutter shut—the oversensitive friction bordering on pain.

Justin’s breath hitched, hips jerking involuntarily. "Stop playing," he choked out, nails scraping her waist.

She pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling the frantic hammer of his heart beneath her hand. "Who’s playing?" Her fingers drifted lower, tracing the trail of sweat down his abdomen. "You’re still shaking."

Her hand slipped between them, fingertips grazing his inner thigh. Justin froze, muscles locking tight. "Don’t—"

Alex smirked, pressing a wet kiss to his collarbone. "Relax," she murmured, fingers sliding back to circle his entrance—still slick and loose from her invasion. He gasped, spine arching off the mattress as her fingertip breached him shallowly.

"See?" she breathed against his throat, curling her finger just enough to brush that electric spot deep inside. "Could make you cum just like this." Her thumb pressed hard against his perineum, rubbing slow, vicious circles. "Nothing but my fingers inside you." He shuddered violently, a ragged moan tearing from his lips—half protest, half desperate surrender.

Alex laughed low in her throat, the sound vibrating against his sweat-slicked skin. She withdrew her finger slowly, watching his hips chase the sensation.

"You loved it," she whispered, dragging her teeth over his pulse point. "Felt you clenching around me." Her hand slid up to grip his jaw, forcing his gaze to hers. His eyes were wide, pupils blown black—shame and hunger warring in the green-gray depths. She pressed her thumb against his lower lip. "Admit it."

Justin’s breath hitched, fingers digging bruises into her hips. The denial died on his tongue as her other hand drifted lower again, teasing his rim with slick pressure.

He bucked violently when her fingertip breached him once more—shallow, relentless. "Stop—" he choked, but his legs fell wider open.

Alex smirked, curling her finger just enough to brush his prostate. A ragged groan tore from his chest as his cock twitched against her thigh, half-hard again despite his trembling exhaustion.

"Liar," she breathed, twisting her finger deeper. Sweat dripped from his temple onto the sheets beneath them. His hips lifted, seeking more friction, more shame. She watched his throat work as he swallowed another moan.

Her thumb pressed hard against his perineum, rubbing vicious circles while her finger plunged deeper. His eyes squeezed shut—defiance crumbling—as he arched off the mattress.

"Fine," he gasped, voice shredded. "I liked it." The admission hung thick between them. Alex stilled her hand, finger buried to the knuckle.

"Louder," she demanded, grinding her damp heat against his thigh. His eyes snapped open—gray-green and desperate.

"I loved it," he rasped, fingers digging bruises into her flesh. "Loved you wrecking me."

She withdrew slowly, watching him shudder at the emptiness. "Good," Alex breathed, her voice thick with triumph. Her palm landed sharply on his thigh—a stinging command. "Hands and knees. Now."

Justin stared at her, chest heaving, sweat dripping onto the rumpled sheets. His cheeks flushed crimson, the heat spreading down his neck.

"A-Alex—" he stammered, the name catching in his raw throat.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear. "You just admitted you loved it," she hissed, teeth scraping his earlobe. "Don't pretend you don't want more." Her hand shot out, snatching his fallen wand from the floorboards beside the bed.

Justin flinched as she flicked the polished wood sharply. With a murmured incantation, the air thickened—a faint shimmer rippling across the walls before fading. The muffled sounds from downstairs vanished instantly, replaced by a heavy, insulated silence.

"There," Alex breathed, tossing his wand onto the pillow beside his head. "No Mom. No Dad. No Max. Just us." Her thumb pressed hard into the bite mark on his neck. "Now get on your hands and knees."

Justin stared at her, chest heaving, sweat tracing paths down his temples. The flush deepened across his face and neck, burning hotter where her thumb dug in. His gaze flicked from her triumphant smirk to his discarded wand, then back to her eyes—dark, demanding, utterly unyielding.

Slowly, muscles protesting, he pushed himself up onto trembling forearms. His legs shifted beneath her weight, knees scraping against damp sheets as he rolled onto his side, then pushed himself onto all fours. The position left him exposed, vulnerable—his back bowed, shoulders tight with tension. He kept his face turned toward the wall, refusing to look back at her.

Alex didn’t hesitate. Kneeling behind him, she snapped her fingers sharply. A small bottle of clear lube shimmered into existence in her palm, cool against her skin.

The plastic clicked as she popped the cap open with her thumb. She poured a generous amount onto her fingers, the viscous liquid coating them thickly before dripping onto the sheets between Justin’s knees. The sharp, clean scent of aloe cut through the musk of sweat and sex in the room.

He flinched at the sudden chill against his exposed skin, a low groan escaping him as her slick fingers traced the curve of his ass, circling his loosened entrance with deliberate, teasing pressure. Her other hand pressed firmly against the small of his back, pinning him in place.

"Hold still," she commanded, her voice rough with anticipation. She pressed one slick finger deep inside him without warning, feeling him clench violently around the intrusion.

Justin gasped, forehead dropping to the sheets as she worked him open with ruthless efficiency—scissoring, twisting, stretching him until his knuckles turned white against the rumpled comforter.

A second finger joined the first, stretching him wider. She curled them sharply, dragging against his prostate until he cried out—a raw, broken sound muffled by the mattress.

"There it is," Alex murmured, twisting her fingers deeper as his hips jerked back against her hand. She poured more lube directly onto his entrance, the cold liquid dripping down his thighs before she pressed her thumb against him, rubbing tight circles while her fingers continued their brutal assault. He shuddered violently, his back arching deeper.

"Alex—please—" The plea tore from his throat, ragged and desperate. She withdrew her fingers slowly, watching him clench around nothing.

"Please what?" she breathed, pouring another stream of cold lube down the cleft of his ass. Her thumb pressed hard against his perineum as she leaned forward, teeth grazing his shoulder blade. "What do you want?"

Without waiting for a response, she muttered another sharp incantation under her breath. The air beside them shimmered violently before a thick, veined strap-on materialized against the sheets—obsidian-black silicone gleaming under the dim bedroom light. She traced its length with slick fingers, the cold material contrasting against her heated skin as she poured lube over its surface.

"Fingers getting boring?" she breathed against her brother’s sweat-slicked spine, her thumb pressing hard into the small of his back. "Want something bigger?"

Justin froze, shoulders tensing as he glanced back over his shoulder. His eyes widened at the sight—pupils dilating further despite the exhaustion trembling through his limbs.

"Alex—" he choked out, voice cracking raw. "That's—"

His protest died as she pressed the blunt, lubricated tip against his entrance, applying relentless pressure without penetration. The cold silicone made him flinch violently, hips jerking forward instinctively.

Alex slid her hand beneath him, fingers wrapping firmly around his half-hard cock. She squeezed once—sharp and commanding—as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear.

"Say it," she hissed, thumb rubbing punishing circles over his perineum. "Admit you want this inside you." She pressed the tip harder, stretching him just enough to draw a ragged gasp. "Or I’ll stop." Her grip tightened around his length, thumb swiping the bead of moisture gathering at the tip.

Justin shuddered violently, hips jerking against her hand. The denial died in his throat as she withdrew the strap-on’s pressure completely.

"No—" he choked out, the word raw and desperate. His knuckles whitened against the sheets. "Don’t stop." His voice cracked, shame burning hotter than the friction. "I want it." The admission tore loose, ragged and breathless. "Fuck me."

Alex grinned as she pressed the slick tip against him again. "Louder." She twisted her hand around his cock, thumb digging into the slit.

He gasped, spine arching deeper. "I want you to fuck me!" The raw demand echoed off the silenced walls as she pushed forward steadily.

The thick silicone stretched him open inch by deliberate inch—a slow, burning invasion that stole his breath. She bottomed out inside him, not hard, but not too light, hips flush against his ass as he trembled around the intrusion.

A choked groan ripped from his throat when she didn't move, letting him feel the full stretch, the unnatural pressure deep in his gut. Her fingers tightened possessively around his cock.

"Feel that?" she breathed against his sweat-slicked shoulder blade. "Feel how deep I am?"

She withdrew slowly—agonizingly slow—until only the tip remained inside him. He whimpered, hips jerking back instinctively to recapture the fullness. She laughed—a dark, husky sound—and slammed back into him without warning. The brutal thrust punched the air from his lungs, driving him forward onto his elbows.

She set a relentless pace immediately: deep, punishing strokes that dragged against his prostate with every inward drive. Her free hand tangled in his hair, yanking his head back as she pistoned into him.

"You take it so good," she growled, fingers tightening around his leaking cock. Sweat dripped from her chin onto his arched spine. He choked on a sob, his knuckles white against the sheets, every brutal thrust tearing another ragged sound from his throat.

Alex muttered a sharp incantation under her breath—three guttural syllables that crackled in the charged air. The strap-on shuddered violently against her hips, then erupted into a deep, relentless vibration.

The sudden buzz tore a shocked gasp from Justin as the silicone pulsed against his prostate. Alex cried out simultaneously—the vibrations hammered directly against her clit through the harness, a jolt of electric sensation that arched her spine.

The dual assault made her next thrust stagger, her grip on his hip bruising as she fought to stay upright. He trembled violently beneath her, a broken moan escaping him as the vibrations intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain deep inside him.

Her hips snapped forward again, driving the vibrating length impossibly deeper. His arms buckled, his forehead grinding into the mattress as the relentless pulses ripped through him. She rode the sensation, her own cries mingling with his—sharp, ragged sounds torn from her throat with each punishing thrust.

Her fingers tightened around his cock, stroking in time with the brutal rhythm, her thumb digging into his slit on every downward stroke. Sweat dripped from her chin onto the dip of his spine, tracing the tense muscles quivering beneath her.

"Feel that?" she gasped, her voice shredded. "Feel me everywhere?" The vibrations intensified, buzzing louder as she leaned forward, biting his shoulder blade hard enough to leave a crescent of red marks.

Justin choked on a sob, his hips jerking wildly between her thrusts and her fist. "Too much—" he gasped, but his back arched deeper, pushing himself onto the vibrating shaft.

Alex laughed—a breathless, harsh sound—and slammed into him harder. "Liar," she hissed, twisting her hips to grind the base against his prostate.

His cock pulsed violently in her grip, pre-cum slicking her palm as he trembled on the edge. She felt the telltale clench deep inside him, the desperate tightening around the strap-on that signaled his unraveling.

"Cum," she commanded, her voice raw with exertion. "Cum all over my hand." Her thumb pressed hard against his slit, rubbing vicious circles.

He shattered with a ragged cry, back bowing violently as release tore through him. Hot stripes painted the sheets beneath him while Alex drove the vibrating shaft deeper, prolonging the spasms until he collapsed forward, gasping.

She rode the aftershocks, grinding the buzzing base against her own clit as Justin trembled beneath her—oversensitive, spent, but still pinned by her relentless rhythm. The vibrations intensified, buzzing louder as she clenched around the harness, her own climax building in sharp, electric waves.

She rolled her hips in tight, deliberate circles, chasing the sensation. Each grind sent fresh tremors through Justin’s exhausted body, drawing choked whimpers from him as the silicone vibrated ruthlessly against his prostate.

Her fingers dug into his hips, anchoring herself as she arched forward, breath hitching—the relentless buzz pushed her higher, tighter, until pleasure crested in a sudden, seizing wave.

Alex cried out, sharp and raw, her thighs clamping around him as the orgasm ripped through her in shuddering pulses. She collapsed forward, pressing her sweat-slicked chest against Justin’s heaving back, the vibrations still humming between them.

For a moment, they stayed locked together—Justin trembling beneath her weight, Alex panting against his spine. The silence spell held, thick and absolute, swallowing their ragged breaths.

Slowly, she withdrew the strap-on, the sudden emptiness wrenching a gasp from Justin. He shuddered violently, burying his face deeper into the damp sheets. She unhooked the harness with trembling fingers, letting it fall beside them before rolling onto her back beside him. She stared up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling unevenly.

Justin rolled over with a groan and a hiss, muscles protesting as he shifted onto his side facing her. Sweat plastered dark strands of hair to his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut against the overhead light. A tremor ran through him as his hip brushed hers—oversensitive skin flinching at the contact.

"You... you wrecked me," he rasped, voice scraped raw. He didn’t open his eyes. His hand drifted unconsciously to his lower abdomen, pressing hard as if trying to soothe some phantom ache deep inside.

Alex hummed—a low, satisfied thrum in her throat—as she traced the fresh bite marks purpling along his collarbone. Her fingertip lingered on the deepest one, pressing just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.

"Did I?" Her smirk was lazy, victorious. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "You wrecked me first."

Justin grunted, his eyes still closed. He rolled over heavily, the mattress springs groaning beneath their combined weight. His palm settled on her hipbone, calloused thumb stroking slow, absent circles against her damp skin.

When he finally blinked his eyes open—gray-green irises hazy with exhaustion—his gaze traveled over her: the flushed chest, the tangled dark hair fanned across the pillow, the faint tremor in her thigh where it pressed against his.

"You okay?" he rasped, his voice still shredded. His thumb paused mid-circle, pressing deeper into the muscle as if checking for damage.

Her hand slid up his body—fingertips skating over the sweat-slicked plane of his abdomen, tracing the tense ridge of his ribs—before settling possessively on the dip of his waist. She leaned in, closing the scant inch between their mouths.

The kiss was slow, deep, tasting of salt and exhaustion, her lips moving against his with deliberate pressure. She hummed low in her throat, the vibration resonating against his mouth as she pulled back just enough to speak.

"I should be asking you that," she murmured, her breath warm on his swollen lips. Her thumb dug into the muscle above his hip bone where a bruise was already darkening.

Justin flinched, a sharp inhale whistling through his teeth. His eyes—still dazed—focused on her face. The flush spread from his cheeks down his neck as he registered the possessive weight of her hand, the lingering claim of her kiss.

"Y-you," he started, voice cracking. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. "You are incorrigible." The word came out breathless, strained, but the corner of his mouth twitched—almost imperceptibly—as if the accusation itself was a surrender.

Alex laughed—a low, husky ripple that vibrated against his skin. Her thumb pressed harder into the bruise blooming above his hipbone.

"I have no idea what that means," she murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief even as exhaustion clung to her lashes. She leaned in again, her breath ghosting over his lips. "God," she whispered, the word soft against his mouth before she kissed him—slow, deliberate, tasting the salt on his skin. When she pulled back, her smirk was pure wickedness. "You are such a dork."

Justin flushed crimson, the heat spreading down his neck. He tried to scowl, but it faltered as her fingers traced the bite marks on his shoulder.

"And you," he rasped, voice still raw, "are a menace." His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, pressing her closer despite the ache in his muscles. The silence spell hummed around them, thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest, ear pressed to the frantic thud of his heartbeat. Her fingers splayed across his damp skin, tracing the ridges of his ribs.

Justin froze for a second, then exhaled sharply, his arms tightening around her shoulders. His chin settled heavily on top of her tangled hair. The vibration of the strap-on still echoed in his bones, a phantom buzz deep in his core.

He shifted slightly, wincing as muscles protested. His hand drifted down her spine, fingers tangling in the ends of her hair.

"We should..." he started, voice gravelly and spent. "We should probably... clean up." He didn't move. The silence spell pressed in, thick and unnatural, amplifying the raggedness of their breathing. Sweat cooled on their skin.

Alex mumbled something indistinct against his chest, her breath warm. The word "magic" slurred out, muffled by his skin. He chuckled, a low rumble vibrating through her where she lay.

"Lazy," he murmured, but there was no bite in it, only exhaustion and a strange tenderness. He reached over her head, fingers fumbling blindly across the rumpled sheets beside the pillow until they closed around smooth wood. He pulled his wand free from where it had been trapped beneath the discarded harness.

With a flick of his wrist and a quick, mumbled rhyme, Justin sent a shimmering pulse through the air. The damp sheets beneath them instantly dried, the sticky residue vanished, and their bodies were cleansed of sweat and other fluids as if they'd just stepped out of a shower. A faint scent of ozone lingered briefly before dissipating. The discarded strap-on harness vanished. He tossed his wand onto the nightstand with a clatter, its wood warm from his grip.

Justin tugged the thick comforter up over their tangled limbs, pulling Alex tighter against his chest. The sudden warmth and cleanliness was a stark contrast to the frantic intensity moments before. Her head remained nestled against him, her breathing already deepening toward sleep. He rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the faint, clean scent of her hair now devoid of sweat. The unnatural silence pressed in, amplifying the soft ticking of the wall clock downstairs and the distant rumble of New York traffic muffled by the loft's thick walls.

"Good night, Alex," he murmured, the words thick and low against her hair. His lips brushed the crown of her head in a gesture that felt strangely domestic amidst the lingering phantom buzz of magic and sensation deep in his bones. His arm tightened around her waist, fingers splayed possessively across the small of her back, anchoring her against him.

She stirred slightly, her cheek pressed firmly to the warm plane of his chest. "Night," she mumbled back, the word muffled and thick with impending sleep. Her lips found his skin blindly, planting a drowsy kiss just above his sternum, a soft, damp press against the fading flush. Her breath ghosted warm over the spot afterward. "Love... you..."

His heart skipped a painful beat—a sharp, involuntary clench against his ribs that stole his breath. Then, warmth flooded him, washing away the tension coiled in his shoulders. He tightened his arm reflexively around her shoulders, pulling her impossibly closer into the curve of his body until no space remained between skin and skin, heat radiating through both of them.

"Love you too," he murmured, the words rasping out softly. He kissed the crown of her head again, lingering this time, breathing in the clean scent of her hair where sweat and magic had vanished. His eyelids felt leaden, gritty weights pulling downwards as exhaustion claimed him fully.

Justin’s pulse drummed beneath Alex’s ear—a frantic, erratic rhythm that had hammered for hours—finally slowed to a deep, steady rhythm. It echoed in the unnatural silence cast by the spell, magnifying Alex’s soft sigh as she relaxed completely against him. Her fingers uncurled where they’d been fisted against his chest, her palm flattening warm and soft over his heartbeat.

Outside, muffled by thick walls and magic, a siren wailed faintly somewhere in the city night, a distant reminder of the world beyond their tangled limbs and shared warmth.