Note: I DID NOT WRITE THIS FIC! Lj user boonies did. FULL CREDIT goes to her. Im only posting this so those without a livejournal can read :)
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Alex is not spying on her brother.
She's just... keeping the enemy under surveillance. Yeah. That's what she's doing.
'Cause she's out of blackmail material and she's gonna need a pretty massive distraction in about a week, when she fails Spanish. Again.
So, obviously, sneaking up on Justin in the bathroom is the most logical choice.
Except for the part where he's undressing in front of her because she's sort of invisible.
"Are あなた ready?" he asks what may または may not be a rubber ducky, and ordinarily, Alex would basically be filming this then uploading it to both the mortal and wizard world wide webs, but Justin is naked, and it's weird and gross and he's not allowed to have a nice body, and what is even going on here, ew?
Peculiarly pink, Alex absconds with one of the rubber duckies, undetected.
x
On Tuesday, she's back.
But only because she's still failing Spanish and still in need of a distraction.
Justin's already in the tub, knees poking out of an embarrassing amount of bubbles, and Alex... Alex should be muting her phone and pressing Rec because the idiot's playing with a model airplane and looking nine kinds of super lame, gosh.
Instead, she glances about, as though someone could actually notice her ogling her brother when she's, あなた know, invisible, then drops to a crouch によって Justin's elbow.
This is stupid.
It's just Justin. It's her purpose in life to throw him off, not the other way around. So, with a smirk, she puts her lips together and blows a little on the wet patch of skin right above his elbow.
He jumps up, shivering.
And then he cocks his head, raises his eyebrows, and asks, in an oddly low voice, "Alex?"
Alex hightails it out of there within a nanosecond.
x
Look, she doesn't need to justify this to anyone.
It's her bathroom, too, and if she wants to be in it while Justin's taking a bath または whatever, she has every right to.
"Or something," she mumbles under her breath.
Justin's ears perk up.
He sits up, water sloshing around his chest and dipping low to his waist—
Alex retreats in a flash.
x
On Sunday, she's only vaguely aware of that whole failing Spanish thing.
'Cause Justin's not 表示中 up. She's been sitting on the edge of the tub in her pajamas for, like, forever. Well. An hour, but still. She's even rearranged all the rubber duckies and alphabetized all the shampoos, which is just so not like her, so where the hell—
The door clicks open.
Wary, Justin pokes his head in, hesitates for a moment, then shuffles into the bathroom.
"Okay," he says, apparently to himself, then leans his arms on the sink, head bowed in front of the mirror. "Antiderivative. Indefinite integration. Vertical translations—"
"What are あなた doing?" she scoffs before she can think on it.
"Calculus," he 回答 automatically.
Her hands fly to her mouth, eyes widening.
His hands fly to his wand, pointing it in her general direction.
And then she's not invisible anymore.
"WHAT ARE あなた DOING?"
"Failing Spanish?" she tries nonchalantly.
"...I... what?"
She takes a hurried step toward the door, ハート, 心 racing. "Okay, so. See ya."
His fingers ラップ around her wrist, yanking her back. "Alex."
She squeezes her eyes shut briefly, then turns to look up at him. "I'm..." she pouts uncomfortably, "that word that rhymes with... brorry?"
He seems to think for a moment, then tightens his grip. "Have あなた been here all week?"
"Pfft. Hi, I live here, Justin."
Justin's face is serious, though. "Every day, Alex?"
Alex sighs, resigned. "Nah. I missed Thursday 'cause me and Harper were doing my homework," she tells him. "Well. Harper was doing my homework. I was napping."
Justin's cheeks darken. "Did you... did あなた stay the, um. The whole time?"
Oh...? And what's this, then?
"...maybe," she says slowly, sizing him up.
"Oh," is all he says, releasing her and quickly busying himself with filling the tub. "Look, it's not, um, what あなた think."
Alex pauses, intrigued. "...it's not?"
Awkwardly, Justin turns on the faucet, raising his voice to compensate. "I only 発言しました your name because it's..." he cringes. "Short?"
発言しました her name when? What?
"What?"
Justin blinks at her. "What?"
Yeah, okay, Alex doesn't have the attention span for this. "Justin, move."
He does.
Suspicious, Alex squeezes out some shampoo under the running faucet, watching Justin out of the corner of her eye.
"You really shouldn't use shampoo—" he starts obnoxiously.
"It's my bath," she mocks, swatting at the bubbles, "I'll use whatever I want."
Justin's shoulders stiffen. "Oh. Okay. Well. I'll just leave あなた to it, then."
The lock clicks.
"Alex, what..."
Alex slips her wand back into her pajamas, turns off the water and leans against the edge of the tub, feigning boredom. "We took baths together when we were kids."
Justin backs into the door nervously. "Yes, and?"
"And," she says, kicking off her slippers, "I wanna see at what point, exactly, あなた call out my name, okay."
Justin looks pretty dead. She should probably fix that, but this is a bigger deal than failing Spanish, right? Sure, she won't actually be able to use this to get out of trouble with her parents, 'cause... あなた know. Possible incest. But...
"You're not serious," he yelps, pawing at the doorknob.
Well, she wasn't until she saw his reaction, but now she's gotta follow through. Like always. And also, she sort of wants to see if his chest feels as firm as it looks. Just to make fun of him later, of course. "Get in."
Justin's eyes are impossibly large. "Alex."
She tests the water with her toes, then shrugs, lifts her pajama 上, ページのトップへ over her head, shimmies out of her bottoms, and slides into the bath. "Oh. Okay. I hate this."
Incredulous, Justin's still just sort of hovering によって the door. Slowly, however, his features darken.
He takes an unsteady step forward, shedding his pajamas. "If あなた hate it, get out."
Alex shivers. Because it's cold, okay. "Make me."
He gets in opposite her. "Don't tempt me."
She wonders, briefly, if he means just the bath, but then his legs are stretching on either side of her, and hey, あなた know, maybe showers are overrated. Sure, she's sort of huddling against one end and it's cramped and she's in here with her brother, but...
"Ten times four is forty, five times seven is thirty," she mumbles, averting her eyes.
"What are あなた doing?" he asks, equal parts amused and mortified.
"Calculus?"
After a beat, Justin says, "That's not calculus." Offended, he turns his gaze to the neat row of rubber duckies staring at them. "And it's thirty-five, Alex."
Their eyes meet.
Suddenly, Justin just inhales, then systematically turns the surviving duckies away.
"What are あなた doing?" she snorts, splashing him.
"I don't want them to see this," he says, kinda guiltily, and presses his lips to hers.
Alex's brain shuts off.
There's some Spanish and some calculus and some Harper's ninety-year-old grandma who has shingles running around in her brain, but none of it is calming または cooling her down. Because her brother is キス her. Which means she's finally driven him insane.
...and she likes that.
"Alex," he sighs against her lips.
Her thighs clench, slippery, and she pushes him away slightly. "Yeah, I don't feel like we're getting very clean."
Kinda the opposite, really, but best not to actually tell him that.
Justin's lips tug down. "...um, is calculus working for you?"
"Nope. You?"
"Hasn't been for a mo... week."
And then he kisses her again. With less guilt. Maybe.
The bubbles are evaporating, so Alex shifts closer to Justin. Only because the motion will create もっと見る lather または whatever. The water, of course, rises dangerously high, and the wave brings her closer on the rebound and yep, she's sprawling on 上, ページのトップへ of her brother, bracing herself against the tub.
"Alex, are あなた really failing Spanish?" he breathes.
She adjusts her hips a little, puffing his bangs away from his forehead. "Are あなた really worried about that right now, Justin?"
"No," he admits uneasily. "You weren't actually here all week, were you?"
"No," she lies, wedging herself between his knees.
Justin winces and it's not like she has no idea why, but it's way too bizarre to even contemplate. And maybe it's also kinda hot. No, that... obviously can't be right.
"So, あなた don't know what I—" he starts.
Her stomach presses against his, water lapping at her shoulders and chin. Okay, so maybe it's kinda right.
"Well," she tells him casually, "you could 表示する me."
And with a reluctant frown, he does.
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Alex is not spying on her brother.
She's just... keeping the enemy under surveillance. Yeah. That's what she's doing.
'Cause she's out of blackmail material and she's gonna need a pretty massive distraction in about a week, when she fails Spanish. Again.
So, obviously, sneaking up on Justin in the bathroom is the most logical choice.
Except for the part where he's undressing in front of her because she's sort of invisible.
"Are あなた ready?" he asks what may または may not be a rubber ducky, and ordinarily, Alex would basically be filming this then uploading it to both the mortal and wizard world wide webs, but Justin is naked, and it's weird and gross and he's not allowed to have a nice body, and what is even going on here, ew?
Peculiarly pink, Alex absconds with one of the rubber duckies, undetected.
x
On Tuesday, she's back.
But only because she's still failing Spanish and still in need of a distraction.
Justin's already in the tub, knees poking out of an embarrassing amount of bubbles, and Alex... Alex should be muting her phone and pressing Rec because the idiot's playing with a model airplane and looking nine kinds of super lame, gosh.
Instead, she glances about, as though someone could actually notice her ogling her brother when she's, あなた know, invisible, then drops to a crouch によって Justin's elbow.
This is stupid.
It's just Justin. It's her purpose in life to throw him off, not the other way around. So, with a smirk, she puts her lips together and blows a little on the wet patch of skin right above his elbow.
He jumps up, shivering.
And then he cocks his head, raises his eyebrows, and asks, in an oddly low voice, "Alex?"
Alex hightails it out of there within a nanosecond.
x
Look, she doesn't need to justify this to anyone.
It's her bathroom, too, and if she wants to be in it while Justin's taking a bath または whatever, she has every right to.
"Or something," she mumbles under her breath.
Justin's ears perk up.
He sits up, water sloshing around his chest and dipping low to his waist—
Alex retreats in a flash.
x
On Sunday, she's only vaguely aware of that whole failing Spanish thing.
'Cause Justin's not 表示中 up. She's been sitting on the edge of the tub in her pajamas for, like, forever. Well. An hour, but still. She's even rearranged all the rubber duckies and alphabetized all the shampoos, which is just so not like her, so where the hell—
The door clicks open.
Wary, Justin pokes his head in, hesitates for a moment, then shuffles into the bathroom.
"Okay," he says, apparently to himself, then leans his arms on the sink, head bowed in front of the mirror. "Antiderivative. Indefinite integration. Vertical translations—"
"What are あなた doing?" she scoffs before she can think on it.
"Calculus," he 回答 automatically.
Her hands fly to her mouth, eyes widening.
His hands fly to his wand, pointing it in her general direction.
And then she's not invisible anymore.
"WHAT ARE あなた DOING?"
"Failing Spanish?" she tries nonchalantly.
"...I... what?"
She takes a hurried step toward the door, ハート, 心 racing. "Okay, so. See ya."
His fingers ラップ around her wrist, yanking her back. "Alex."
She squeezes her eyes shut briefly, then turns to look up at him. "I'm..." she pouts uncomfortably, "that word that rhymes with... brorry?"
He seems to think for a moment, then tightens his grip. "Have あなた been here all week?"
"Pfft. Hi, I live here, Justin."
Justin's face is serious, though. "Every day, Alex?"
Alex sighs, resigned. "Nah. I missed Thursday 'cause me and Harper were doing my homework," she tells him. "Well. Harper was doing my homework. I was napping."
Justin's cheeks darken. "Did you... did あなた stay the, um. The whole time?"
Oh...? And what's this, then?
"...maybe," she says slowly, sizing him up.
"Oh," is all he says, releasing her and quickly busying himself with filling the tub. "Look, it's not, um, what あなた think."
Alex pauses, intrigued. "...it's not?"
Awkwardly, Justin turns on the faucet, raising his voice to compensate. "I only 発言しました your name because it's..." he cringes. "Short?"
発言しました her name when? What?
"What?"
Justin blinks at her. "What?"
Yeah, okay, Alex doesn't have the attention span for this. "Justin, move."
He does.
Suspicious, Alex squeezes out some shampoo under the running faucet, watching Justin out of the corner of her eye.
"You really shouldn't use shampoo—" he starts obnoxiously.
"It's my bath," she mocks, swatting at the bubbles, "I'll use whatever I want."
Justin's shoulders stiffen. "Oh. Okay. Well. I'll just leave あなた to it, then."
The lock clicks.
"Alex, what..."
Alex slips her wand back into her pajamas, turns off the water and leans against the edge of the tub, feigning boredom. "We took baths together when we were kids."
Justin backs into the door nervously. "Yes, and?"
"And," she says, kicking off her slippers, "I wanna see at what point, exactly, あなた call out my name, okay."
Justin looks pretty dead. She should probably fix that, but this is a bigger deal than failing Spanish, right? Sure, she won't actually be able to use this to get out of trouble with her parents, 'cause... あなた know. Possible incest. But...
"You're not serious," he yelps, pawing at the doorknob.
Well, she wasn't until she saw his reaction, but now she's gotta follow through. Like always. And also, she sort of wants to see if his chest feels as firm as it looks. Just to make fun of him later, of course. "Get in."
Justin's eyes are impossibly large. "Alex."
She tests the water with her toes, then shrugs, lifts her pajama 上, ページのトップへ over her head, shimmies out of her bottoms, and slides into the bath. "Oh. Okay. I hate this."
Incredulous, Justin's still just sort of hovering によって the door. Slowly, however, his features darken.
He takes an unsteady step forward, shedding his pajamas. "If あなた hate it, get out."
Alex shivers. Because it's cold, okay. "Make me."
He gets in opposite her. "Don't tempt me."
She wonders, briefly, if he means just the bath, but then his legs are stretching on either side of her, and hey, あなた know, maybe showers are overrated. Sure, she's sort of huddling against one end and it's cramped and she's in here with her brother, but...
"Ten times four is forty, five times seven is thirty," she mumbles, averting her eyes.
"What are あなた doing?" he asks, equal parts amused and mortified.
"Calculus?"
After a beat, Justin says, "That's not calculus." Offended, he turns his gaze to the neat row of rubber duckies staring at them. "And it's thirty-five, Alex."
Their eyes meet.
Suddenly, Justin just inhales, then systematically turns the surviving duckies away.
"What are あなた doing?" she snorts, splashing him.
"I don't want them to see this," he says, kinda guiltily, and presses his lips to hers.
Alex's brain shuts off.
There's some Spanish and some calculus and some Harper's ninety-year-old grandma who has shingles running around in her brain, but none of it is calming または cooling her down. Because her brother is キス her. Which means she's finally driven him insane.
...and she likes that.
"Alex," he sighs against her lips.
Her thighs clench, slippery, and she pushes him away slightly. "Yeah, I don't feel like we're getting very clean."
Kinda the opposite, really, but best not to actually tell him that.
Justin's lips tug down. "...um, is calculus working for you?"
"Nope. You?"
"Hasn't been for a mo... week."
And then he kisses her again. With less guilt. Maybe.
The bubbles are evaporating, so Alex shifts closer to Justin. Only because the motion will create もっと見る lather または whatever. The water, of course, rises dangerously high, and the wave brings her closer on the rebound and yep, she's sprawling on 上, ページのトップへ of her brother, bracing herself against the tub.
"Alex, are あなた really failing Spanish?" he breathes.
She adjusts her hips a little, puffing his bangs away from his forehead. "Are あなた really worried about that right now, Justin?"
"No," he admits uneasily. "You weren't actually here all week, were you?"
"No," she lies, wedging herself between his knees.
Justin winces and it's not like she has no idea why, but it's way too bizarre to even contemplate. And maybe it's also kinda hot. No, that... obviously can't be right.
"So, あなた don't know what I—" he starts.
Her stomach presses against his, water lapping at her shoulders and chin. Okay, so maybe it's kinda right.
"Well," she tells him casually, "you could 表示する me."
And with a reluctant frown, he does.