So I'm a tad bit nervous about this chapter. This is the first bit of het smut I've ever written, and I'm not sure if it's actually any good. I've written slash smut, and surprisingly, this is harder. Anyway, a big thank you to everyone who took the time out to read my story, and even bigger thank yous to those who reviewed.

One other thing - just as a warning, this is only going to be a four chapter story. I'm not into writing really long epics, but it seemed to be too long to be a one-shot, so it's a bit of a four-shot. Just wanted to give you a bit of a heads up.

Happy reading, and let me know what you're thinking! :)


FRiDAY

Alex walked into her house Friday afternoon after school, slightly relieved to find that it was empty. She had gone to school that day in a bit of a mental fog, unsure of what exactly had happened the night before. Once Alex had said yes, she could tell that Justin had wanted to say something to her, or even hug her, but the way his cheeks had turned red only left room for him to bolt out.

Throughout all of school today, Harper had desperately tried to pry what was wrong with her out of an unusually silent Alex. Even thought Harper may not have been the brightest bulb in the box and she was trying to do it by bribing Alex with a box of dried fruit, it was extremely obvious to see that something was bothering Alex.

But if Alex was say to her "Oh yeah, Justin asked if I wanted to have sex with him last night and I totally agreed. But now I'm really nervous about it," she would've sounded nuts.

Besides, when she was going to at least say something to Harper about her bad mood, she saw Justin over Harper's shoulder. Their eyes met and Justin tried to smile at her (which only ended up with him looking like he was in pain), which caused Alex to suddenly feel sick and like she couldn't breathe. She ran away in the other direction, leaving school and running as far away as possible.

She had wandered around the mall with an untouched Slurpee, just walking back and forth, until she walked into a store that she had never been in. The clerk gave her a strange look, but as Alex browsed, she ignored the clerk. So she was a fifteen year old shopping for lingerie, big deal. It wasn't like it was against the law. And the clerk had no right to know about who she was doing it with.

As she climbed the steps to her room, she wondered if she was taking this too in depth. She had actually bought a new bra and panties to have sex with her brother. Was that weird? (well, any part of 'having sex with her brother' was weird). But then again, she could always say that she had bought the stuff for Dean and just wanted to try it out.

Dropping her bag of purchases onto her bed, she laid down next to it. Maybe this was all a mistake. If this was what Justin and her relationship was going to be like now, before the sex, what was it going to be like after? Justin was a prick and all, but she needed to have him in her life.

But then again, he was so much smarter than she was. He had offered himself up. He would've taken something like this into account. He obviously wanted to do this.

And so did she.

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Later that night, freshly showered and wearing her new purchases under her white t-shirt and plaid boxers, Alex sat at her desk, flipping through a magazine. She kept her eyes on the clock over her desk, watching as every minute passed. It was almost ten o'clock, which meant Saturday was closer, which meant that her date with Dean was only twenty-one hours away.

She sighed. Maybe Justin had gotten scared off. Maybe today in school...he had just realized that he didn't want to be with her.

When Alex was about to give up and turn out the light, there was a knock at the door. She yelped in nervousness, jumping out of her seat and running towards her door. Justin stood at the door in his pajama pants.

Trying to keep her mind off of the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, she stood at her door, her stomach turning over and over. "Well?" she whispered.

He looked up and down the hall before grabbing onto her shoulders and pushing her into her room. Closing the door behind him, he still held her close. Close enough that she could smell the sandalwood hints of his shampoo. When she took a deep breath in, it sent chills dancing over the back of her neck.

As Justin started to talk to her, she couldn't help but notice that he had kept his hands on her shoulders. She liked them there. They felt good.

"We're all set. Max, Mom and Dad are going to sleep through the night without waking up until 9:00 tomorrow morning. And I put a silencer spell on my room, just in case." As he said that, Alex couldn't believe what was going on. This was actually going to happen. So when Justin silently took her by the hand and led her down the hall to his room, she pinched her arm to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

With the door of his room shutting and the glow around the door frame letting them know that they were safe from anything on the outside, there was no turning back. Alex realized that even though she felt like she was going to puke, there was a part of her that was slightly exhilarated...and maybe even turned on.

The two of them stood facing each other, a few feet apart. Justin reached over and turned off the light, leaving just the streetlights from his window to illuminate the room.

She stood there, wondering if she was supposed to make the first move or not. Justin definitely wasn't. He was just standing there, looking out the window, breathing heavily.

"Justin? Everything okay?"

He jumped at the sound of her voice, turning to look at her. After a moment, his tense stature deflated. He walked over to her, and the expression on his face brought up feelings in her that she had never felt before.

"Alex...you're an amazing person. Any guy would be lucky to have you," he started, his voice beginning to shake. "And to think that me, your brother, is the first one to be with you, it's crazy! Like we have reason for this and everything, but still. I - I know I was that one to offer this to you and I really want to help you, Alex. But I can't forget that you're my little sister..." he said, his voice trailing off as he grabbed his head, shaking it in dismay.

Alex watched him in curiosity. Where had this person been all this time? This person who cared so deeply for feelings and her well-being and just wanted her to be happy? It was so new...and it felt good. It opened up something new inside of her.

She really didn't know what came over her, and she really didn't know why, because every time she had pictured this moment throughout the past day, it was just going to straight-out sex. No foreplay, no romantic shit, no nothing. But suddenly, with the way he was talking to her and the sound of his voice and what he was saying mixed with how his breath was fanning over her hair and how their hands were just barely touching - Alex couldn't resist. It had sparked something new inside of her.

The line between what she had come here to do and what she now wanted to do was blurred. She took Justin's chin in her hand and pulled him forward. Their mouths met messily, teeth and tongues colliding. He tried to push her away at first, and when that didn't work, he tried to pull away from her mouth. But to her, it felt so right. She looped her arms around his neck and clung to him, like he was all she'd ever need.

Justin Russo was never one to break the rules, especially the ones that he had set for himself. If he told himself that he was going to do something, he stuck to his word and did it. Tonight, he told himself that there was no way he could sleep with his sister. But yet, here he was standing in the middle of his dark room with his fifteen year old sister wrapped around him, her fingers tangled in his hair, and - oh, he was pretty sure that that was her tongue sliding across his bottom lip.

With her teasing and testing him like this, trying to gain entrance into his mouth, Justin wasn't sure how much longer he could withstand this. He gasped, thinking of the fact that this was his sister - he was making out with her, and he was enjoying it. Feeling her smile against his lips, she took the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth.

Justin let out a noise, sounding a bit like a sigh mixed with a moan. The fact that he had promised this to Alex combined with the position that they were in right now meant that there really was no turning back. So he pulled her closer and kissed her harder, which caused her to illicit a gasp.

He loved the way that it sounded, wanted to make her do it again, so he began to trail his lips down her neck. Placing his hands on the small of her back, he grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and began to finger it.

She moaned this time, but then suddenly, she pulled away, causing him to stare at her in confusion. She smirked, fixing her shirt. "Not so fast, Justin." With that, she pushed him backwards onto his bed, climbing on top of him after. He smiled at her as she pulled herself over him.

As she began to run her fingers over his chest playfully, sending sparks of electricity through him. She traced her fingers over the definition of his muscles, finally realizing how gorgeous her brother was.

"Get on with it," he teased.

She pulled back from him. "You know, I could leave right now and you could just sit here all alone. You want that?" But both of them knew she was joking. Where she had been using her fingers to trace over his body before, she replaced it with her lips, making trails over his body. As she did this, Justin was rubbing her sides, her back, her legs, her thighs, anything that he could reach - just so he could be close to her.

He groaned, moving underneath her. She chuckled. "Stop fidgeting." She drug her tongue through the spaces between his slightly-definined abs, before coming up and settling by his chest. As she pulled his nipple between her teeth, knowing it would definitely leave a mark, he yelped.

"Enough of this," he replied playfully, flipping the two of them over so Alex was underneath him. Grabbing her shirt in his hands, he pulled it over her head, clearly seeing her erect nipples pushing through the thin material of her navy blue bra. He pinched one of them, causing her to close her eyes.

"God, Justin. Harder. Do it harder," she said, burying her head back in the pillow. With her hand still on his back, she pulled their bodies closer together, slamming their hips together while digging her fingernails into his back. He hissed in pleasure.

Reaching around her back, he used his hand to unclasp her bra. A low moan escaped from Alex's lips. She slipped her arms out of her bra straps as Justin pressed light kisses over her shoulder blades.

A smirk graced Justin's face. He took her nipple between his lips, gently biting down on it. She returned her hands to his back, driving her fingernails into it as he continued.

With his free hand, he slid it down around Alex's waist. He gingerly brushed his hand over her stomach as he removed his head from her chest. Sticking a finger into the waistband of her boxers, he pulled her shorts off of her, leaving her dressed only in soaked navy panties.

Slightly shocked by how beautiful his sister really was, Justin stopped for a moment. He froze, taken aback by how caught in the heat of the moment he had become. This was the first chance he got to actually see what he was doing.

His natural instinct was still telling him that he had time left - that there was still a chance for him to run. But as he felt Alex grab onto his pajama pants and pull them down, he kicked them off. He realized that he didn't want to run - he wanted to be here with his sister. There was nowhere else he'd rather be.

He shook himself out of it, sliding a hand around the waistband of her panties. He slid his hand downward inside, touching her, she writhed and thrashed underneath him. "Don't - you - dare - stop," she panted. He pulled her panties off, throwing them into the pile with their other clothes.

Alex then got an idea. Why should Justin be the only one taking pleasure out of this? Taking her hand, she licked her palm and grabbed his length, causing them both to shiver in exhilaration. She felt his erection throb in her own hand as he groaned in pleasure. Starting slow at first, and then speeding up, she began to pump. Harder. And then faster. He moaned loudly, causing a chill to go up her spine.

His own hand darted out, grabbing hers. She looked up at him, her face an expression of confusion. His face was contorted into what looked like pain. "Stop," he whispered hoarsely through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna come soon." Alex let go of him, looking up into his eyes.

Sighing, he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Are you ready?" She remained motionless for a few seconds, letting the idea linger in her head for a moment. This was it. Her brother was going to take her virginity.

What was scaring Alex was that she couldn't be more ready for it. Biting down on her lip, she nodded. With a subdued smile, Justin kissed her gently on the lips.

She laid there, waiting for it. "I'll be gentle," she heard Justin whisper, but as she was about to whisper something back, a pain like no other coursed through her body. A gasping noise came out of her, causing Justin to freeze.

"Alex, are you okay?" he whispered, his voice filled with concern. He started to pull out of her.

"No, it's alright. Keep going," she gasped.

As Justin began to move around inside of her, Alex realized that she actually sort of liked the pain. Like when a body part fell asleep and became tingly. It was new and unfamiliar.

He began to pull in and out of her, starting to move faster and harder. She dug her fingers into the mattress to stop herself from screaming. A moan escaped her throat as Justin pushed in again.

As they became sweaty and sticky and wet, tangled in each others limbs, and the air in the room became heated with the scent of sex, the Russo siblings hit their climaxes, each others names tumbling out of their lips.

The two of them had become one, united by their bodies. Something had changed between them. They were finally close, as close as they could physically could be to each other. There was no boundaries between them, nothing to separate them. All they had was each other.

Justin collapsed next to her, coming down from his high. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face her. He ran a hand through her hair, and placed a kiss along her temple. She smiled, moving closer to him so she could lay her head on his chest.

"Justin," she murmured sleepily while he wrapped his arms around her. He placed kisses into her hair, gently stroking her arm.

"I love you, Alex," he whispered with the final kiss.

"What did you say?" Alex asked thickly, sleep heavy in her voice. But at this point, she thought she was dreaming. Justin could never have said that.

He sighed. This wasn't the time. There was never a time to say something like that, even if it was true. This had just been a one time thing, no feelings involved. He cursed at himself. Only Justin would take something like this and be stupid enough to let his feelings get in the way.

He ran his hand through her hair till he heard her breathing even out. "Just go to sleep Alex. Where you don't have to worry about this horrible thing known as reality."