I'm not sure why this type of stuff intrigues me so much, but I always think that Disney's writers get their couples so wrong. They're either too obvious (aka Troyella) or have no chemistry. So even though I'll be going to hell for this, I think that Disney is the poster child for slash and incest. And Justin/Alex from WOWP is one of the best.

I got this idea while watching WOWP after watching some movie on Lifetime. I fell asleep and had this really weird dream about Justin and Alex and the movie, and from there, thought of this. Hope you like it.


Alex had always prided herself on being a confident, strong girl. She did what she wanted to and had never let anyone stand in her way. She was the type of person who said 'no' when other people said 'yes', just because she got the satisfaction out of causing the disagreements.

The way she carried herself - such a confidence made it seem like no one would ever be able to bring her down. She was who she wanted to be, and no one could stop her. She lived for the moment and did whatever she needed to to satisfy herself for the time being, never really thinking of the repercussions that would come.

Until now, that is.

Sitting at the desk in her room, her purple t-shirt soaked with tears and the remnants of her makeup streaking down her face, she couldn't help it. She was breaking and nothing could stop it. The wad of notebook paper was held tightly in her fist, burning away at her palm.

She felt like she was going to be sick. Fat, childish tears were spilling from her eyes, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps, and her body shaking against her chair. It wasn't fair.

The door to her room slammed open, causing her to gasp, the sob making a hollow choking noise in her throat.

"Damn it, Alex. Are you that desperate to ruin my reputation? Do have any idea how many stupid rumors I've heard today around school about..." Justin bellowed, stomping into the room. As soon as he entered though, and saw his sister folded up in the chair, he immediately stopped, his voice trailing off.

Alex turned to look at him, wiping desperately away at the tears. She watched as the stern look that had been tattooed on his face disintegrated into one of worry and confusion. She felt her heart hitch in her throat. There was no way she could allow Justin to see her cry like this. Whenever Justin got all big brother-y and protective, it made her melt. She hated it. It was so much easier when the two of them fought.

"Wh-what? I - uh - I don't know what you're talking about," she replied quickly, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrists.

Justin stood there, still frozen. He watched Alex, the look imprinted on his face. The seconds that passed in silence between them felt like hours before he walked slowly over the desk next to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Alex, what's going on?"

Looking up at Justin, her eyes glistening with tears. She tried to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. Tears simply continued to roll down her cheeks in silence. She dropped her face into her hands, her shoulders shaking.

Justin was stunned as he watched his sister break down before his eyes. Through everything that they went through together, he had forgotten his sister was only a sophomore in high school. Pulling her into his arms, she melted into him, sobbing into the crook of his neck as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Realizing that this happened once every five or so years, Justin pulled her closer, running a hand through her tear soaked curls.

As he did, he noticed that when she had begun to wipe her tears, she dropped a wad of notebook paper onto her desk. It was damp, and folded probably as many times as it possibly could have been. Whilst Alex was crying into the neck of his shirt, Justin tried as quietly as he could to open the note. Obviously, this note was the reason why Alex was so upset.

Once Justin opened it, he could see why. As his hands began to shake with the paper clutched in them, he gritted his teeth to stop from saying anything.

Scrawled on the crumpled paper in messy black permanent marker was a note from Dean, Alex's boyfriend of around two months. It read 'alex. you and me. saturday. my house. get ready to kick things up a notch. dean'

Justin felt the paper drop out of his hand. So the rumors...they had been true. When Justin had heard all of them today in the boys' locker room - he couldn't believe this anymore - he had believed that Alex was the one who had spread the rumors. He had thought that she was desperately trying to make herself seem cooler.

Suddenly feeling nauseous, Justin realized that he was the one who was supposed to see the best in his sister, not immediately think of the worst. It was all true. The thought of it - it made him sick, made him mad, made him upset, made him want to cry or scream, or puke, and kick Dean in the balls. There was no way Dean Moriarty was going to having sex with his sister.

Alex slowly pulled away from him, desperately trying to wiping her eyes on her fishnet undershirt. She took a deep breath and started to smile at him, but he frowned, holding up the paper between his thumb and forefinger. Her smile crumpled as she tried to snatch the paper away from him. "You didn't read that, did you?!" she exclaimed, her voice jumping an octave, still trying to yank it out of his hands.

"It doesn't matter, Alex. Is this what's wrong?" he asked, placing the note on the desk in front of the two of them.

She looked at it with contempt, as if it was going to burst into flames at any given moment. Then slowly, she looked up at Justin. Closing her eyes, she sighed. "I can't do it, J. I was telling myself all day that it was going to be okay and all I had to do was get through Saturday night, but I can't have sex with Dean." Her voice sounded unusually childish.

"So don't do it. Tell him you can't go through with it and buy yourself some time. Better than that, break up with him so you don't have to worry about it at all," Justin responded, adding the last part in on a whim.

Alex groaned disgustedly. "You don't get it. I don't have an option. Breaking up with Dean, I can't do it. He'll get pissed and things will get ugly and last time things got like that...it left bruises," she started, her eyes glossing over as she seemed to begin to reminisce.

"What?" he snapped, feeling the fire in the pit of his stomach grow even more. What else was there about his sister that he didn't know?

"Never mind," she said quickly, grabbing onto his hands. "Dean and I aren't breaking up any time soon if I want to stay in one piece. So, it looks like I'm going to go through with this, whether I want to or not..."

"You can't!" Justin cried, his voice wavering.

"Well, what else do you want me to do Justin? There's no spell I can use. The only one I could think of was Cerebellum Erasus times like fifty, but that will erase everyone's memory, and I'll be in this predicament again, only a few weeks from now. So why not just get it over with?" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"You can't," he repeated, with much less confidence this time.

Alex stared at her hands. "Face it, Justin. There's no way I can get out of this. Dean and I are going to have sex on Saturday," she said, Justin noticing how she flinched as she said it. "And whether I want him to or not, Dean is going to be the person I'm going to lose my virginity to..." As the realization sunk in, the look on her face turned to one of disaster. "Oh no," she whispered, placing her head into her hands as the tears began to spill out again.

Justin pulled her close again. When he placed his chin in her hair, a plan began to formulate in his head. Immediately, it sickened him, and he blushed, embarrassed that he would even think about something like that.

But then again, this was his sister. He would do anything to protect her, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally. If she was going to go through with the plan on Saturday, then maybe this would help her. He could help her out with this. Granted, this idea of his was a bit twisted, but the more he considered it, the more he realized that it was just to help her out with this predicament.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered from behind her hands, everything around her moist from tears.

Justin sighed. "I do. I'm going to help you, just like I always have. Just like I always will."

Alex stopped crying, a look of confusion etching across her face. "How are you going to help me with this?"

Justin let go of her, getting to his feet and stepping back from the desk. Suddenly feeling awkward, he grabbed the back of his neck. "Look. I only want to do this because you're my sister. I love you and I would give my life for you. Seeing you like this is hard, and if you go into Saturday like this, it's only going to get worse for you. So, and please don't think I'm crazy for this. Or a pervert for that matter. But what I was thinking is that when you went to Dean's on Saturday, you were a little more experienced in that area. Okay, yeah, that still sound pervy."

"What are you saying? I lose my virginity before Saturday night? That doesn't exactly give me much time, Justin. And besides, what guy would be willing to do the honor? Two days isn't nearly enough time to fast forward a relationship so much that I meet him, date him, kiss him, and get in deep enough that he would want to...you know. And I could use magic, but this is something that I wouldn't want - oh...you meant...wow," Alex stopped short, her eyes becoming as wide as saucers. She bit down on her lip as Justin broke away his eye contact from her, the tension in the room multiplying hundredfold.

When a good two minutes of completely awkward silence had passed between them, Justin finally spoke. "Yeah. Obviously this isn't working out so well like I thought it would. So do you want me to do the Cerebellum Erasus for the past five minutes? We can forget this never even happened?" He started to pull out his wand.

Alex held up a hand, the rest of her body unmoving. "Stop. I want you to first tell me why you even had that thought pass through your mind."

He shrugged. "You're my little sister, Alex. I don't want to see you hurt. If I could do anything in my powers, be them wizard or not, to protect you, I would. Even if it is something as weird as...that."

She stayed silent for a minute. As she dropped her eyes to the ground, what Justin had just said was reverberating through her head. Although she didn't want to admit it, because just the IDEA of...having sex with Justin made her shudder - but as she continued to think about it, the more she began to realize that he was right, like always. If she had sex with someone before she went in and then later had sex with Dean, she would feel more prepared, as well as better about herself.

Alex swallowed, a thought entering her head that made her feel so unsteady with herself. If there was anyone she would want to lose her virginity to, it would be Justin. There was no one she trusted or looked up to more than her brother. Justin would make her feel safe and comfortable...and loved. The fact that this was the only thing she could think of...and not how disgusting, immoral, horrible, or terrible this was - it scared her.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to her brother, whose stance was beginning to crumble. He was embarrassed, and she could tell. She had thought about it long and hard, and even though using the Cerebellum Erasus sounded extremely appealing to her, there was something in the back of her head that didn't want to forget this, that didn't want to lose the memory of Justin offering himself up to her...that didn't want to lose the fact that she almost kind of wanted to say yes.

So she agreed.


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