the moment seemed to freeze
So I finally updated something. Considering I haven't done so since April apparently, I'm quite pleased with myself even if it is rather short. Sorry that it took so long.
Title: Blurring the Lines of Wrong and Right
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adrienne/Billie Joe, with possibility for other relationships
Disclaimer: Yes, I fucking own them. Thank greendazed1218 for that.
Summary: Billie Joe and Adrienne are brother and sister and have hidden their love for a long time. This is the story of their relationship.
Warnings: Consensual incest, drugs, sexuality, language.
Previous chapters in cut.
Parts One & Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Blurring the Lines of Wrong and Right
Part Eight
Billie glanced at the locked doorknob and the beat-up blinds on his window before his hand slipped under his pillowcase, pulling out the copy of Hustler he’d lifted two months ago with Mike. It took about five minutes for his teenage hormones to kick in. His hand slipped under his sheets, under the elastic waistband . . .
He bit his lip, his hand moving roughly up and down his erection. The magazine slipped from his grasp, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t picturing the lewd fake-breasted artificial blonde on page 37.
Jean miniskirt. Legs crossing. Glimpse of pink cotton panties.
Billie’s hand moved faster as he fought to keep his gasps from making any noise at all, and failing.
Breathy giggle. Lime green nails tapping on wooden table. Wisp of dark hair escaping a pink elastic band.
He gritted his teeth. His need was so desperate he couldn’t even hate himself for the images of Adrienne running through his mind. Adrienne at the date he had spied on.
Parted pink lips. Smile. Smooth legs running against denim. Chocolate brown eyes melting.
Billie buried his face in his pillow and bit it to stifle his moans as he exploded into his hand.
* * *
Billie sat up when he heard Adrienne’s scream. He bolted for the bathroom, banging on the door. “Adie? Adie, what’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing.”
Even through the oak door Billie could tell her cheeks were wet with tears. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, Adrienne Armstrong.”
“Shut the fuck up, Dad!” she snapped back. “Oh, God.”
Billie could hear her vomiting. “Adie?” He pounded on the door again. “Adie, what’s going on?”
It was another five minutes and Billie’s hand was starting to bruise until Adrienne finally opened the door in tears, a white stick in her hands.
Billie stared at her wordlessly.
* * *
“W-We bought them. I don’t even remember why.” Adrienne was choking on sobs. “It’s not fair.”
Billie Joe ran his fingers through her hair. “Are you sure?”
“It had a blue line. Had two of ‘em. I had to take one before. I know what they mean.”
Billie pulled his sister up so she was looking at him. “You had to take one before? When?”
“A-After that first guy.” Adrienne said, turning away from Billie, hating the look in his green eyes. “But it had one line. A pink one.”
Billie gave her a strange look before standing up and walking to the bathroom. He came out with a piece of paper and thrust it at Adrienne. “Two lines on this one means negative.”
“Wha’?” Adrienne snatched the paper away from her brother. Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh, thank God.”
“And next time you might not want to leave that on the top of the trash can. Mom and Dad aren’t stupid.” Billie’s voice was angry, sharp.
“What the hell’s your problem?” Adrienne asked, crumpling up the pregnancy test instructions and throwing them into her trashcan.
“I don’t have any problem.” Billie snapped.
“I thought you weren’t going to do this anymore.” Adrienne said, cheeks reddening. “I thought you weren’t going to be a dick for no reason. I thought you were going to act like a real boyfriend for once, not my annoying brat brother who gets to fuck me for kicks!”
Billie’s fist connected with the wall. “Don’t you talk to me like that! It’s not like that. I love you, I just don’t want anyone to find out. You remember what’s going to happen if they do, right?”
“I’m not stupid.” Adrienne said, sinking onto the bed and crossing her arms.
“You left it right fucking there, Adie.”
“That doesn’t mean they’ll know who the father would have been. What, are Mom and Dad fucking psychic now, Billie Joe?”
“Knock it off.” he said in a low voice.
“I don’t have to knock anything off.” Adrienne snapped back. “I’m older than you! I’m the only one who’s smart enough to-“
“Smart?” Billie scoffed in disbelief. “Smart? If you’re so fucking smart how come I had to save your ass all those times?”
“Don’t fucking pride yourself, Billie Joe. I would have been just fine. You just get your kicks off of playing the fucking superhero and coming to my rescue. You’re not Superman. I can deal just fine on my own.”
“Fine.” Billie said, voice returning to normal. He looked at her. “You go deal with it on your own then. I quit.” And then he left, quickly and quietly.
Adrienne stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before sinking onto her bed. “What?” As if in a dream, her head turned to stare at the doorway Billie Joe had just walked out of.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She and Billie were supposed to fight, argue, storm out of the room in anger. Then they were supposed to find each other, apologize, make up. Rinse, lather, repeat.
He wasn’t supposed to . . . leave.
How do you break up with your brother, anyway?
* * *
Billie Joe stood outside a decaying, condemned two story house. The random rocks, pieces of garbage, and twigs continued to escape his hand as he aimed them for the half broken windows.
“She’s so fucking stupid.” he muttered to himself. “Just because she’s older . . .” He dropped the rock in his hand and dug the cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. She should be more careful. She’s never careful at all. It’s like she doesn’t even give a shit if they know.
And all the drugs. And not getting on the Pill because of . . . some stupid fucking excuse. And if she’s so smart why does she keep hanging out with those bitches she calls friends?
I mean, what the fuck would she do without me?
* * *
Adrienne opened the door to her closet and stepped in, collapsing underneath the hanging shirts and dresses. She reached up and pulled the door shut before burying her face in her arms and bursting into tears.
I’m sorry.
---To Be Continued---
This is a sorry excuse for an update. Sorry it’s so effin’ short.
What is it with me and drama? I just can’t keep these two happy for a single chapter.
Title: Blurring the Lines of Wrong and Right
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adrienne/Billie Joe, with possibility for other relationships
Disclaimer: Yes, I fucking own them. Thank greendazed1218 for that.
Summary: Billie Joe and Adrienne are brother and sister and have hidden their love for a long time. This is the story of their relationship.
Warnings: Consensual incest, drugs, sexuality, language.
Previous chapters in cut.
Parts One & Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Blurring the Lines of Wrong and Right
Part Eight
Billie glanced at the locked doorknob and the beat-up blinds on his window before his hand slipped under his pillowcase, pulling out the copy of Hustler he’d lifted two months ago with Mike. It took about five minutes for his teenage hormones to kick in. His hand slipped under his sheets, under the elastic waistband . . .
He bit his lip, his hand moving roughly up and down his erection. The magazine slipped from his grasp, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t picturing the lewd fake-breasted artificial blonde on page 37.
Jean miniskirt. Legs crossing. Glimpse of pink cotton panties.
Billie’s hand moved faster as he fought to keep his gasps from making any noise at all, and failing.
Breathy giggle. Lime green nails tapping on wooden table. Wisp of dark hair escaping a pink elastic band.
He gritted his teeth. His need was so desperate he couldn’t even hate himself for the images of Adrienne running through his mind. Adrienne at the date he had spied on.
Parted pink lips. Smile. Smooth legs running against denim. Chocolate brown eyes melting.
Billie buried his face in his pillow and bit it to stifle his moans as he exploded into his hand.
* * *
Billie sat up when he heard Adrienne’s scream. He bolted for the bathroom, banging on the door. “Adie? Adie, what’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing.”
Even through the oak door Billie could tell her cheeks were wet with tears. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, Adrienne Armstrong.”
“Shut the fuck up, Dad!” she snapped back. “Oh, God.”
Billie could hear her vomiting. “Adie?” He pounded on the door again. “Adie, what’s going on?”
It was another five minutes and Billie’s hand was starting to bruise until Adrienne finally opened the door in tears, a white stick in her hands.
Billie stared at her wordlessly.
* * *
“W-We bought them. I don’t even remember why.” Adrienne was choking on sobs. “It’s not fair.”
Billie Joe ran his fingers through her hair. “Are you sure?”
“It had a blue line. Had two of ‘em. I had to take one before. I know what they mean.”
Billie pulled his sister up so she was looking at him. “You had to take one before? When?”
“A-After that first guy.” Adrienne said, turning away from Billie, hating the look in his green eyes. “But it had one line. A pink one.”
Billie gave her a strange look before standing up and walking to the bathroom. He came out with a piece of paper and thrust it at Adrienne. “Two lines on this one means negative.”
“Wha’?” Adrienne snatched the paper away from her brother. Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh, thank God.”
“And next time you might not want to leave that on the top of the trash can. Mom and Dad aren’t stupid.” Billie’s voice was angry, sharp.
“What the hell’s your problem?” Adrienne asked, crumpling up the pregnancy test instructions and throwing them into her trashcan.
“I don’t have any problem.” Billie snapped.
“I thought you weren’t going to do this anymore.” Adrienne said, cheeks reddening. “I thought you weren’t going to be a dick for no reason. I thought you were going to act like a real boyfriend for once, not my annoying brat brother who gets to fuck me for kicks!”
Billie’s fist connected with the wall. “Don’t you talk to me like that! It’s not like that. I love you, I just don’t want anyone to find out. You remember what’s going to happen if they do, right?”
“I’m not stupid.” Adrienne said, sinking onto the bed and crossing her arms.
“You left it right fucking there, Adie.”
“That doesn’t mean they’ll know who the father would have been. What, are Mom and Dad fucking psychic now, Billie Joe?”
“Knock it off.” he said in a low voice.
“I don’t have to knock anything off.” Adrienne snapped back. “I’m older than you! I’m the only one who’s smart enough to-“
“Smart?” Billie scoffed in disbelief. “Smart? If you’re so fucking smart how come I had to save your ass all those times?”
“Don’t fucking pride yourself, Billie Joe. I would have been just fine. You just get your kicks off of playing the fucking superhero and coming to my rescue. You’re not Superman. I can deal just fine on my own.”
“Fine.” Billie said, voice returning to normal. He looked at her. “You go deal with it on your own then. I quit.” And then he left, quickly and quietly.
Adrienne stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before sinking onto her bed. “What?” As if in a dream, her head turned to stare at the doorway Billie Joe had just walked out of.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She and Billie were supposed to fight, argue, storm out of the room in anger. Then they were supposed to find each other, apologize, make up. Rinse, lather, repeat.
He wasn’t supposed to . . . leave.
How do you break up with your brother, anyway?
* * *
Billie Joe stood outside a decaying, condemned two story house. The random rocks, pieces of garbage, and twigs continued to escape his hand as he aimed them for the half broken windows.
“She’s so fucking stupid.” he muttered to himself. “Just because she’s older . . .” He dropped the rock in his hand and dug the cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. She should be more careful. She’s never careful at all. It’s like she doesn’t even give a shit if they know.
And all the drugs. And not getting on the Pill because of . . . some stupid fucking excuse. And if she’s so smart why does she keep hanging out with those bitches she calls friends?
I mean, what the fuck would she do without me?
* * *
Adrienne opened the door to her closet and stepped in, collapsing underneath the hanging shirts and dresses. She reached up and pulled the door shut before burying her face in her arms and bursting into tears.
I’m sorry.
---To Be Continued---
This is a sorry excuse for an update. Sorry it’s so effin’ short.
What is it with me and drama? I just can’t keep these two happy for a single chapter.