Note: I DID NOT WRITE THIS FIC! Lj user morlockiness did. FULL CREDIT goes to her. Im only posting this so those without a livejournal can read :)
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Alex checked herself in the mirror, admiring the delicate, smoky dark kohl she rimmed around her eyes as she brushed her hair in front of her shoulders. Walking to the full length mirror, she once madami admired her outfit- a loose grey dress that ended high on her thigh, fishnet stockings with wide holes, and an arrayed chain of necklaces hanging at her chest even as low as her stomach. She sat at the edge of her bed, tugging on tall, black caged heels before realizing the noise they'd make as she tried to sneak through the house. She slipped them off, hooking two fingers inside them, and padded down the stairs. When safely at the front door, she slipped the shoes on and left, smiling at the exciting night she knew she was about to have.
This rave was the biggest party of the year, taking place the last night of summer vacation. When she approached music was blasting from the underground dwelling. It was hot, dark, packed, amazing. She immediately merged herself into the dancing throng of students, many with plastic serbesa cups. When someone handed her a cup, she didn't tanong it. She simply drank from it, grinding into a walang tiyak na layunin stranger to the deep, pulsing music.
It took an oras and a half straight and two cups of serbesa to get Alex to get a little winded. She squeezed through the crowd, being knocked sa pamamagitan ng dancers as she went. It took several minutos for her to get to the back pader where there was a small gathering of kids she would sometimes cut class with, one of them even showed up at the artist's underground. She managed to get over to them, to which they nodded a hello. The air was hazy, and one of the boys plumed smoke from his mouth, offering a blunt to her between two fingers.
"Wanna hit this, Alex?" he asked, smoke clouding from his mouth before fazing into the air.
Smiling, she plucked it from him and sucked hard, enjoying the sharp, harsh feel of smoke poking into her lungs. Grinning, she blew the smoke out her mouth, small streams coming from her nose. She wondered what her friends, these stoners, would be talking about if the music wasn't so loud. The thought was forgotten when the joint came back to her. After that, she bought an eighth's worth of joints off the guy who'd offered her a spot in the bilog in the first place, and stuffed the small bag of them in her dress.
Feeling the high creep into her head, dancing and the lights, the feeling of people touching her, brushing, sometimes grabbing, grinding, bumping. A girl that had been in her history class the nakaraan taon faced her, smiling, straight, long hair bouncing around as she was pushed and danced. "Try this!" she told Alex, handing her a small pill.
"What is it?" Alex asked.
"E!" the girl disappeared into the mass of dancers. Alex robbed someone of their drink as she bounced to dance. She sipped from the cup, swallowing the pill, anticipating the feeling once it took effect. She could hear the girl giving it away to others, too.
She shimmied back right into someone's chest, who seemed to lean into her. She didn't look or apologize, she simply danced, arching and grinding back into him as he put his hands on her thighs and hips, reaching around her. She pulled him close, reaching back and cupping her hand at the back of his neck, pushing her fingers into the hair at the nape. His lips grazed her ear and check before pulling her hair back and halik her throat.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" he asked in her ear and it sent a shiver right between her thighs. She nodded distinctly, grabbing his hand and leading the way to an exit, leading them into an alley. Feeling invincible, she dragged him outside where the cold air felt like Heaven. The apex between her legs was feeling relentlessly needy. She allowed him to push the sleeve of her shoulder aside and halik the bare skin, nipping slightly causing her to gasp. He advanced to her neck in the same manner and pushed her into the brick pader of the susunod building over. The dominance and roughness being enacted upon her turned Alex on and made her close her eyes and squeeze her thighs together, whimpering slightly. He turned her around, halik her lips fiercely, teeth and tongues taking no time in entering the lip lock.
She was unprepared when his hand snuck under her glorified shirt, pushed the netted tights and her black damit pan-loob aside, and inserted two fingers, thrusting into her hard. Her eyes sprung open and she gasped, "Justin?!" She wanted to be horrified that she'd been turned on sa pamamagitan ng her brother's bold ilipat of halik her neck inside the rave and furthered her excitement outside. But his fingers pressed perfectly inside her, sending pleasure trilling up her spine and exploding at her center. It didn't matter that her brother was fucking her hard and fast with talented fingers, or that his lips were on hers and she was enjoying it and halik back with equal fervor. She moaned when he lifted her up, widening her legs.
She felt the ecstasy thriving in her veins, dissolving into a need to touch and be touched no matter the cost. Justin's touch was proving to be madami than enough, perfect to satiate her body's need for contact. She felt unfazed when he dropped her to the gritty ground, pushing her down on her back. She gasped and sighed as he ground against her. Looking at his face, she saw his pupils dilating like her own surely were, a common side-effect to ecstasy that never failed to fascinate or hypnotize Alex. The thought flitted through her mind that Justin was feeling the same as her, the uncontrollable want, desire to touch anyone. The thought that he'd do something like taking E, so rebellious, so out of character, turned Alex on more. She, without warning, shoved her hand down his pants to release his member and guided it between her legs.
After, they sat, tired, surprised, post-coital against the wall. She dug around in her bra and brought out the baggie, plucking a beautifully crafted joint from it. She fished a lighter from her bra as well and lit it, sucking and letting the smoke flow elegant into the air.
When she passed it to Justin, eyebrows raised in the silent tanong of, "Hit it?" He looked to her skeptically, considering, before carefully taking it and staring at the object a few moments.
Smiling, knowing Justin had never smoked weed before, she gently took it back. "Here," she inhaled an impressive hit. She motioned for him to lean towards her. He did as she moved towards him, pressed her lips to his and allowed the smoke to drift between them. Justin parted his lips and took a shallow breath. "Breathe," Alex whispered. Justin set his lips to hers in an intense halik that took her breath away.
"Why'd you come here, anyway? Partying really isn't your thing."
"It's a high school party. Am I not still in high school?"
Alex rolled her eyes. "You took ecstasy. Justin, you freak out if anyone even smells like cigarettes or alcohol and those are legal."
"I'm not allowed to be curious?"
"No, no, you are. I kind of. . . like it," she wrinkled her nose as she sinabi it, unable to believe the words that came from her mouth. "Maybe I'll bring you as a guest for the susunod party; Harper doesn't like to come to these things."
"Are you saying you'd invite me to a party where you'd have to be seen with me? In public? With people you probably want to impress?"
"Ew. You're right. Nevermind," Alex snickered before taking two madami hits. On the segundo one, she crooked a finger for Justin to lean in again. She shot-gunned the smoke into his mouth and he inhaled.
"You know," Alex continued, becoming chatty with her high, "we could do this sometime. This isn't bad. It's actually kinda fun." She let out a few giggles and Justin smiled.
"Why would you wear something so short?" he asked, looking to her dress critically, the older, protective brother falling into place for a moment with his high. "I mean, it's barely a shirt. . ."
"I was hoping to end up with someone tonight who wasn't you," she teased in all seriousness, but with it came a tense awkwardness.
"You shouldn't be having sex, Alex." His tone was suddenly somber and a little concerned.
"You are such a spaz! You screw me and then tell me to be abstinent?" Alex became straight-backed, a little angry. Her head was fuzzy and wasn't sure where this was going. "For your information, you're not my first. Ugh this is so fucked up." Alex sucked hard on the joint, filling her lungs with smoke to blot out the confusion she was feeling, mixed emotions about her brother and herself and how the Hell was any of this going to work. Running her hands back through her hair, she sighed.
"I didn't mean it like tha-"
"Of course not," sarcasm escalating in her voice, "It's just different for you right? You have sex with me and it's fine because it's you. But if it's anyone else it's, 'No, Alex, sex is bad'! That's a double-standard, Justin, and fuck you for it." She stood, unstable and wobbly on her feet. The caged heels weren't helping her balance issues she'd acquired due to her high- the weed was strong. She inhaled from the joint deeply again before flicking it down at her brother. She was high, drunk, confused, a little hurt for reasons she couldn't explain, and her mind was reeling. She headed back inside, fighting back searing hot tears. She left Justin outside alone, just as confused as she was, wondering how one party could ruin his relationship with his little sister so thoroughly.
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Alex checked herself in the mirror, admiring the delicate, smoky dark kohl she rimmed around her eyes as she brushed her hair in front of her shoulders. Walking to the full length mirror, she once madami admired her outfit- a loose grey dress that ended high on her thigh, fishnet stockings with wide holes, and an arrayed chain of necklaces hanging at her chest even as low as her stomach. She sat at the edge of her bed, tugging on tall, black caged heels before realizing the noise they'd make as she tried to sneak through the house. She slipped them off, hooking two fingers inside them, and padded down the stairs. When safely at the front door, she slipped the shoes on and left, smiling at the exciting night she knew she was about to have.
This rave was the biggest party of the year, taking place the last night of summer vacation. When she approached music was blasting from the underground dwelling. It was hot, dark, packed, amazing. She immediately merged herself into the dancing throng of students, many with plastic serbesa cups. When someone handed her a cup, she didn't tanong it. She simply drank from it, grinding into a walang tiyak na layunin stranger to the deep, pulsing music.
It took an oras and a half straight and two cups of serbesa to get Alex to get a little winded. She squeezed through the crowd, being knocked sa pamamagitan ng dancers as she went. It took several minutos for her to get to the back pader where there was a small gathering of kids she would sometimes cut class with, one of them even showed up at the artist's underground. She managed to get over to them, to which they nodded a hello. The air was hazy, and one of the boys plumed smoke from his mouth, offering a blunt to her between two fingers.
"Wanna hit this, Alex?" he asked, smoke clouding from his mouth before fazing into the air.
Smiling, she plucked it from him and sucked hard, enjoying the sharp, harsh feel of smoke poking into her lungs. Grinning, she blew the smoke out her mouth, small streams coming from her nose. She wondered what her friends, these stoners, would be talking about if the music wasn't so loud. The thought was forgotten when the joint came back to her. After that, she bought an eighth's worth of joints off the guy who'd offered her a spot in the bilog in the first place, and stuffed the small bag of them in her dress.
Feeling the high creep into her head, dancing and the lights, the feeling of people touching her, brushing, sometimes grabbing, grinding, bumping. A girl that had been in her history class the nakaraan taon faced her, smiling, straight, long hair bouncing around as she was pushed and danced. "Try this!" she told Alex, handing her a small pill.
"What is it?" Alex asked.
"E!" the girl disappeared into the mass of dancers. Alex robbed someone of their drink as she bounced to dance. She sipped from the cup, swallowing the pill, anticipating the feeling once it took effect. She could hear the girl giving it away to others, too.
She shimmied back right into someone's chest, who seemed to lean into her. She didn't look or apologize, she simply danced, arching and grinding back into him as he put his hands on her thighs and hips, reaching around her. She pulled him close, reaching back and cupping her hand at the back of his neck, pushing her fingers into the hair at the nape. His lips grazed her ear and check before pulling her hair back and halik her throat.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" he asked in her ear and it sent a shiver right between her thighs. She nodded distinctly, grabbing his hand and leading the way to an exit, leading them into an alley. Feeling invincible, she dragged him outside where the cold air felt like Heaven. The apex between her legs was feeling relentlessly needy. She allowed him to push the sleeve of her shoulder aside and halik the bare skin, nipping slightly causing her to gasp. He advanced to her neck in the same manner and pushed her into the brick pader of the susunod building over. The dominance and roughness being enacted upon her turned Alex on and made her close her eyes and squeeze her thighs together, whimpering slightly. He turned her around, halik her lips fiercely, teeth and tongues taking no time in entering the lip lock.
She was unprepared when his hand snuck under her glorified shirt, pushed the netted tights and her black damit pan-loob aside, and inserted two fingers, thrusting into her hard. Her eyes sprung open and she gasped, "Justin?!" She wanted to be horrified that she'd been turned on sa pamamagitan ng her brother's bold ilipat of halik her neck inside the rave and furthered her excitement outside. But his fingers pressed perfectly inside her, sending pleasure trilling up her spine and exploding at her center. It didn't matter that her brother was fucking her hard and fast with talented fingers, or that his lips were on hers and she was enjoying it and halik back with equal fervor. She moaned when he lifted her up, widening her legs.
She felt the ecstasy thriving in her veins, dissolving into a need to touch and be touched no matter the cost. Justin's touch was proving to be madami than enough, perfect to satiate her body's need for contact. She felt unfazed when he dropped her to the gritty ground, pushing her down on her back. She gasped and sighed as he ground against her. Looking at his face, she saw his pupils dilating like her own surely were, a common side-effect to ecstasy that never failed to fascinate or hypnotize Alex. The thought flitted through her mind that Justin was feeling the same as her, the uncontrollable want, desire to touch anyone. The thought that he'd do something like taking E, so rebellious, so out of character, turned Alex on more. She, without warning, shoved her hand down his pants to release his member and guided it between her legs.
After, they sat, tired, surprised, post-coital against the wall. She dug around in her bra and brought out the baggie, plucking a beautifully crafted joint from it. She fished a lighter from her bra as well and lit it, sucking and letting the smoke flow elegant into the air.
When she passed it to Justin, eyebrows raised in the silent tanong of, "Hit it?" He looked to her skeptically, considering, before carefully taking it and staring at the object a few moments.
Smiling, knowing Justin had never smoked weed before, she gently took it back. "Here," she inhaled an impressive hit. She motioned for him to lean towards her. He did as she moved towards him, pressed her lips to his and allowed the smoke to drift between them. Justin parted his lips and took a shallow breath. "Breathe," Alex whispered. Justin set his lips to hers in an intense halik that took her breath away.
"Why'd you come here, anyway? Partying really isn't your thing."
"It's a high school party. Am I not still in high school?"
Alex rolled her eyes. "You took ecstasy. Justin, you freak out if anyone even smells like cigarettes or alcohol and those are legal."
"I'm not allowed to be curious?"
"No, no, you are. I kind of. . . like it," she wrinkled her nose as she sinabi it, unable to believe the words that came from her mouth. "Maybe I'll bring you as a guest for the susunod party; Harper doesn't like to come to these things."
"Are you saying you'd invite me to a party where you'd have to be seen with me? In public? With people you probably want to impress?"
"Ew. You're right. Nevermind," Alex snickered before taking two madami hits. On the segundo one, she crooked a finger for Justin to lean in again. She shot-gunned the smoke into his mouth and he inhaled.
"You know," Alex continued, becoming chatty with her high, "we could do this sometime. This isn't bad. It's actually kinda fun." She let out a few giggles and Justin smiled.
"Why would you wear something so short?" he asked, looking to her dress critically, the older, protective brother falling into place for a moment with his high. "I mean, it's barely a shirt. . ."
"I was hoping to end up with someone tonight who wasn't you," she teased in all seriousness, but with it came a tense awkwardness.
"You shouldn't be having sex, Alex." His tone was suddenly somber and a little concerned.
"You are such a spaz! You screw me and then tell me to be abstinent?" Alex became straight-backed, a little angry. Her head was fuzzy and wasn't sure where this was going. "For your information, you're not my first. Ugh this is so fucked up." Alex sucked hard on the joint, filling her lungs with smoke to blot out the confusion she was feeling, mixed emotions about her brother and herself and how the Hell was any of this going to work. Running her hands back through her hair, she sighed.
"I didn't mean it like tha-"
"Of course not," sarcasm escalating in her voice, "It's just different for you right? You have sex with me and it's fine because it's you. But if it's anyone else it's, 'No, Alex, sex is bad'! That's a double-standard, Justin, and fuck you for it." She stood, unstable and wobbly on her feet. The caged heels weren't helping her balance issues she'd acquired due to her high- the weed was strong. She inhaled from the joint deeply again before flicking it down at her brother. She was high, drunk, confused, a little hurt for reasons she couldn't explain, and her mind was reeling. She headed back inside, fighting back searing hot tears. She left Justin outside alone, just as confused as she was, wondering how one party could ruin his relationship with his little sister so thoroughly.