Not betaed so all errors are mine. I will try and update more frequently.

They don't talk for a long time after the break. He can't bring himself to email her or call. He corresponds with the rest of his family, even sending a quick hello to Harper to see how her classes are going. His parents don't ask nor do they bring up their little girl. They still don't know what caused the rift between their oldest children, which Justin counts himself lucky for. He can't imagine what would happen if they found out. Occasionally Max mentions their sister; so Justin hears how Alex doesn't come home some nights and how after the first time Theresa had to forced anti-anxiety pills down Jerry's throat because he was so worried.

No one brings up magic or the competition. If he's honest with himself Justin knows he's out of practice. It's hard to find a safe place to practice when he's so far from the sub shop. He knows something has to change if he wants to win.

It is nearly two months after their somewhat reconciliation when his phone rings in the middle of the night. Without looking at the caller id Justin gets up and walks into the bathroom so he won't bother his roommate. Turing on the light, he blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust. Then he flips open his phone and before he can get in a 'hello,' a slurred voice interrupts, "You kissed me."

"Alex… you ok?" Hearing her voice makes his legs feel like jelly and he leans heavily on the door before crumpling and sitting on the floor. Running a hand through his hair, he leans forward and presses his forehead against his knees. "Alex, are you ok?" he asks again.

"You kissed me," is the only response.

"Yes I did."

There's a long pause and twice Justin checks the phone to see if she's hung up on him. Finally Alex continues. "Part of me hates you," she whispers and Justin feels his heart plummet. "But part of me wants you to do it again."

"Again?" Justin hears his voice crack and realizes he responded before he thought of something better to say. He clears his throat. "Again?" apparently he has nothing better to say.

"Yes, again. I remember what your lips felt like against mine…" He hears rustling over the phone and Alex pauses.

"Where are you?"

"In bed. I just got back from a rave with Harper and some other friends from school. I had to throw my clothes in the wash so Mom and Dad wouldn't know I was smoking pot."

Justin stops listening and lets out a groan. His mind has completely bypassed the idea of his little sister smoking pot and has conjured an image of her lying in bed in just her bra and panties. Justin physically shakes his head, mentally willing the image out of his ear and onto the bathroom floor where it belongs. After everything that's happened he's tried to move past his feelings but obviously nothing has changed.

She must have heard his groan or at least assumed that his mind had gone to the gutter and her next comment confirms this, "You're thinking about me aren't you?"

"Of- of course not." 'Damnit!' Justin cursed internally, as his voice cracked again. "I'm thinking about other things. Things that are completely unrelated to you." Her laughter catches him off guard.

"You seriously are the worst liar."

"Yeah, I know," he admitted.

"So you are thinking about me?" she taunted in response.

"Well you were thinking about me," the words rushed out of his mouth as he tries to counter and he's proud he thought of a response as at. "If you weren't you wouldn't have called."

"Yeah dummy... I called you..."

"Right..." he didn't have a response to that. Four years on Tribeca Prep's debate team didn't prepare him for this.

"So," Alex questioned, "Do you think about me often? Do you think about me, our kiss, when you're walking to class? Do you think about me when you're listening to your professors' lecture? What about when you're with your friends?" Her voice got lower with each question. Then barely above a whisper she continued, "Do you think about me when you're alone; when you have your hand around your cock? Is my name on your lips? Are you thinking about my body?"

"Alex!" Justin grit out suddenly realizing that he was palming himself through his pajama bottoms.

Undaunted, Alex continued, "Are you touching yourself now?"

"Alex please-" He was so hard; the softest caress of his cotton pants had his hands trembling and his heart racing.

"You are!" Alex crowed on the other end of the line. He could picture her in her bed, smiling smug. And that's when Justin realized this had to be a dream. He had to be dreaming because there was no way that Alex could actually be happy that she got a rise out of him, no pun intended. She couldn't actually be on the phone with him, baiting him. No she had been disgusted by the kiss. This had to be a dream.

Didn't it?

Justin wasn't about to let hope fill his mind. 'No!' he thought, squashing the feeling that was steadily growing in his chest.

"Alex, I'm going back to bed now." Dream or not, he figured he should at least be comfortable in his bed.

"No wait!" There was a strange desperation in Alex's voice; one, Justin wasn't sure he'd ever heard before. She'd never sounded like that with Riley or Mason or any other guy that had the fortune, or sometimes misfortune, to fall into Alex's gaze. Maybe this wasn't a dream, Justin mused because he knew his imagination or subconscious couldn't have created the emotion in his sister's voice.

"Please Justin, don't hang up."

"Ok." He couldn't pretend he was only staying for her benefit, not when his erection throbbed its annoyance at being ignored. His internal argument had done nothing to ease the desire he felt. Just her voice did so much to him. Neither of them said anything for a long moment and then just to break the silence Justin asked, "What do you want from me?" He wasn't sure what he expected her to say or if he even really wanted her to answer but anything had to be better than the silence.

"I don't know." For all the tale tales and straight out lies Alex had put him through over the years, he had no trouble hearing the sincerity in her voice. "I wanted to call you a bunch of times. To yell at you, tell you how sick I am to always be thinking of you, about what happened. And I do think about you often. Though, maybe not as much as you think of me," the innuendo in plain sight. "And then after a while I-" she falters. "I wasn't upset anymore, not disgusted anymore. We've always had a strange relationship. The wizard competition changed us into something different. And I-" she faltered again and Justin could practically hear her head buzzing as she sorted through her words. "I can't imagine not having you in my life. No matter what, I can't be like Meg and cut you out of my life. I can't Justin. Please... Please don't make me."

"No one has ever been able to make you do something you didn't want to do," Justin pointed out. Alex let out a breathy laugh.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Sitting on the floor isn't comfortable so Justin shifts before leaning his head against the door and closing his eyes. "What do you want from me?" he asks again.

"I want you to kiss me."

Her voice sounds to close, to clear to be over the phone. Justin's eyes pop open as he realizes his little sister is suddenly next to him. How he didn't feel the flutter of magic as she appeared in the cramped bathroom, but he didn't and she is there next to him, her hands resting on his thigh. Justin makes a point of looking her straight in the eye because his imagination had been right. She is wearing a purple polka dotted bra and matching panties.


"Well what?" Justin licks his lips. He is memorized as Alex mimics the action, her pink tongue flicking out for just a second before disappearing behind her lips. Absently, he noticed the sparkle on her lips and realizes she's wearing her favorite lip-gloss; the one she only wears when she is going on dates.

"You asked me what I wanted and I told you. So are you gonna put your money where your mouth is?" She grins at her little joke.

"Alex I don't think-" he doesn't get to say any more, her glossed lips effectively cutting him off. He doesn't struggle, not even for a second. Considering she was the one who initiated the kiss, he figured he wasn't breaking his promise. He's lost in everything that is Alex – the way her body molds perfectly to his even though they are on the bathroom floor, the faint smell of herbal essences in her hair (he smells pot too, the scent clinging to her almost as much as he is), and the softness of her skin as he touches her cheek.

This is easily the greatest moment of his life, better than every robot he completed, better than being class president senior year, better than losing his virginity to his physics teacher's assistant freshman year. The only thing that could possibly beat this would be winning the competition and becoming the family wizard. But in that moment Justin knew it didn't matter because like his father he would give up magic for the one he loved. He was smart enough, not so caught up in the moment to voice this revelation, knowing it would scare her away. She may have to come to him on her own but he knew it had taken some liquid courage. He could take the alcohol on her tongue when she thrust it into his mouth to mingle with his. The last thing he wanted was to do/say something stupid that would put them three steps back.

They continued to kiss for several moments, each learning the curve and feel of the other's mouth. His hand slowly travels from her cheek to her almost bare shoulder. His fingers play along the curve of her bra straps. He moves his hands lower until they are at the small of her back. He feels her tense against him but instead of removing his hands he continues to move them lightly against her skin. She is ticklish there and starts to squirm. He doesn't torture her long because a tickle war isn't worth losing her lips against his. Justin brings his hands back up to cup her face, stopping only momentarily to brush her arms that are wrapped around his neck.

He can't believe this is happening. Alex's hands have begun to wander as well. Like when he tickled her, Justin freezes when her hand ghosts along the waistband of his sweatpants. But before anything more than kissing can even be contemplated there is a bang at the door.

"Dude, you gonna be in there all night?"

Immediately Alex and Justin spring apart. After several deep breaths Justin croaks, "Just a second Craig. Just a second."

"Yeah. Ok man."

"Your roommate sounds like a doofus," Alex whispers as she stands up. Justin follows her move and stands on shaky legs. He's been on the floor too long and his butt tingles back to life. He stretches before pulling Alex as far away from the door as possible.

"You have to go home," he urges but isn't surprised when she ignores him. Alex shrugs her shoulders and moves back towards the door, her hand on the handle.

"Or I could just stay here."

"No like that you can't!" He gestures wildly at her state of dress or lack there of. Always a step ahead of his Alex mutters a spell and pajamas appear in front of her. She shows some modesty as she turns away from him to take of her bra and slip the pajama top over her head. She pulls some boxer shorts on and Justin feels jealousy grip his heart. No one should be able to look at her shapely legs but him.

"Better?" Alex asks as she turns back to him. Justin just nods.

"Dude, seriously! What are you doing in there?"

"Sorry my fault," Alex says pleasantly as she opens the door.

Craig looks from Alex to Justin back to Alex, confusion clear across his face. "And you are?"

"Alex," is her only reply as she exits the bathroom. Craig's eyes follow Alex as she moves and Justin has never been closer to punching someone. To occupy himself and keep from murdering his roommate Justin exits the bathroom as well. He goes and sits on his bed, hoping that Craig would just let it all go and proceed with his business. It is the middle of the night after all, and Justin is suddenly tired. Alex nudges her brother so she can shift the blanket and climb into bed. Of course she hogs it and the pillow as she lays down facing the wall. Craig still looks confused but manages to give Justin a grin and wink before heading into the bathroom.

With the bathroom door closed, Justin lays down, his back to his sister. It is warm with her body next to him but he wishes she'd share the blanket. He wants to shift to his other side, throw an arm around her waist, and burry is face in her neck but he doesn't. Apparently Alex wants the same thing when she demands, "Be the big spoon damnit!" Quickly he acquiesces but he also pulls more of the blanket over him, forcing her to share.

"Mom and Dad are going to freak if you're not there in the morning." He whispers into her ear.

"Yeah right. They're used to this." Alex snuggles deeper into the pillow and her hair tickles Justin's nose. "You're such a worrywart. Besides I could always tell them the truth, that I missed my big brother," she says the last part in a baby voice. Justin rolls his eyes.

"Go to sleep." Justin sighs and relaxes a smidgen. He knows Craig has no idea who Alex is as they have never met before and Justin doesn't keep any pictures of his family out for everyone to see. And he's sure Ale has already come up with some wild story to cover for her being there.

The bathroom door opens again and Justin hears a click as Craig shuts off the bathroom light. The room is now completely dark and Justin's eyes start to get heavy, ready to close for a few more hours. Before sleep completely claims him, Justin kisses Alex's neck and pulls her slightly closer to him. Like in the bathroom, she molds perfectly to his body. And with that happy thought, he falls asleep.

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