Epiphanies on Reversal, Justin POV (M/NC-17)
TITLE: Epiphanies on Reversal, Justin POV (M/NC-17)
GENRE: Romance, a bit of Hurt/Comfort in the middle
PAIRING(s): Jalex (Or maybe I should say Astin?). Alex in college, Justin just graduated.
SPOILERS FOR: Monster Hunter, Alex's Logo, Dollhouse, Movies, Family Game Night, the movie... and whatever innocent thoughts one may have had of sex (I am so sorry...)
RATINGS: M/NC-17. And well justified. I've never felt so dirty.
DISCLAIMER: I'm not just disclaiming ownership of WOWP. I disclaim any personal knowledge of what you are about to read. Really, I've never tried.
SPECIAL DISCLAIMER: While I did research on the subject of this fic, I would like to warn that what you are about to see still has its physical and psychological dangers. Such can only occur in a mutual and consented relationship, and even then, please seek informed advice before engaging in such activity. This is, of course, presuming you're still curious about even trying what Alex and Justin are about to try!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yep, after one T-rated fic after another, I've gone back to the naughty stuff. For a prompt in the omgjustinalex kink!meme. Which prompt? Can I just tell you about it in a postscript Author's Notes after the LJ cut? Please? Oh, and PS: please click the hyperlinks where they appear. There's only two, anyway. It's easier than having to have to describe in detail what I'm talking about.
Easier especially on me. Oh heaven help me.
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She had strapped Justin's arms to the framework beneath him--honestly, this was too melodramatic a touch, even for what they were doing. He didn't think she was into BDSM, and neither was he. Especially neither was he. Yet everything about this entire exercise screamed, well, dirty. The leather cuffs that bound his arms were the least of his worries.
He tested those bonds. "Tight, but not painful. Like you know what you're doing, right, Alex?"
He could feel her blush behind him. "Yeah, well... it was in this website I read, suggesting this--yes, Justin, I read," she quickly added, before he could express his astonishment. "You made me read a lot for this."
"You're the one who gave me the idea, remember?"
"Psh, for all I know, maybe you've been wanting this all along."
"Hey, the thought never crossed my mind until you brought it up!" Justin turned, as best he could when he was strapped to a Fetters Mk. 3 whipping bench under him, to see Alex standing nude behind him. He, too, was just as undressed, and even more vulnerable for it, for the bench wrenched his legs open, his butt in the air, and his extremities frozen.
They were in some dark, anonymous basement, save for the glow of a heating fornace to one corner--they had to pick a dark, anonymous basement for this, it screamed "dungeon" to both of them, even if it wasn't, and this wasn't a bondage trip they were on. Yes, that was a whipping bench Justin was laying on, one of the staple furniture of serious BDSM culture. No, their mutual intention was different. It wasn't about spanking. The bench was a safety feature.
She trailed her fingertips down his spine; moaning, he shivered at their contact. "I guess I should say thanks for letting us try this, Justin. Knowing you, you would have been halfway towards Japan by now."
"Why do you think I asked you to tie me down to something like this?" Justin asked her rhetorically, and yet also sagaciously. He wanted to run away to Japan. This was too weird. Yet the thought was too deeply planted in both their brains. He was just as morbidly curious as she was.
"I am scared shitless, Alex, however much I want this. I don't want to do anything by reflex that would hurt either of us. So I hope you understand that you're in control now, and (as much as it freaks me out for me to say this)... I trust you."
Fear obliterated his verbal filter. Yet his words seemed to have a positive effect on Alex, since he could barely see her tear up with awe and admiration. Thank you, she mouthed.
"So let's just get this over with, please, before I change my mind," he pleaded. "Come here."
She strode over before his head, one of only two parts of his body that wasn't fettered by the Fetters. Even in the dim light of the heating furnace burning in the corner, Justin could clearly see how wet she was.
Alex took hold of his hair, bringing his mouth up. No words were needed; Justin lightly kissed her thighs on either side of his face, before bringing his tongue to trace her soft folds.
"Mmmm, oh yes," she softly panted, pushing his face harder against her. Complying, he vigorously ate her out, cleaning her inside and out with his tongue, and scraping the teeth against the lips of her labia, while enjoying the sounds she made--that he made her make.
He had moved up from tongue-fucking her to sucking at her clit when she pulled him away. "Enough. Now, it's time."
Stepping back so he could clearly see her, Justin saw that she already had the specially-made harness on around her legs and waist. The only thing missing was the object she brought out from a velvet box, an odd contraption, bulbous on one end, and a tapered shaft emerging at right angles. A Feeldoe strapless dildo.
As if she were dancing for him, Alex traced the fingernails of one hand up her thighs and down her smooth belly, circling round her pussy. The other traced the sex toy's penile, "horse" end up and down her slit, prolonging her arousal. He could also see her clench her hips and thighs: clench, hold, relax; clench, hold, relax; repeat. Kegel excersises.
Five minutes of this torture and Justin was hard enough to cut diamonds. Thankfully, like his head, that part of him wasn't restrained, or trapped between him and the bench. With both hands, she threaded the horse into the harness, and slipped the bulbous "pony" into her core. Once she held the Feeldoe in place with warmed-up muscles, she pulled the leg straps to pull the harness in tight, securing everything in place. "You ready, Justin?"
Justin gulped. Now or never. "Yeah," he squeaked.
Alex now disappeared from sight, going behind him, where the whipping bench's knee rests and thigh restrains held his legs far apart. He could feel her reach in behind him, and extract the butt plug that he'd been wearing for the past month. "Last chance," she whispered, almost pleadingly, as her fingers traced his loosened-up orifice, feeding a dollop of KY jelly into the hole, massaging his insides. Despite being stretched open for quite some time now, his sphincter quaked beneath her touch, as did his breathing.
"Let's just get this done, Alex. You know I love you."
"Okay." She said it quietly, yet he could hear the conviction in her voice. Alright, Justin, he told himself, time to put my money where my mouth is, if I could really understand what she feels.
--Why the hell is this happening?--
That night came about as a result of a fight between them a month and a half ago. The reason why the fight broke out was lost in the haze of the makeup sex twelve hours later, but it had something to do with Justin having control issues.
"It's just like when I got that citizenship award, Justin," she seethed, trying to walk away from him. "You just can't let me have anything on my own, can you?"
"You wouldn't even have gotten that award if I didn't make you turn over your profits to the student body council," he pointed out self-righteously.
"I did save your life when Max unleashed those monsters all over the city." When she pointed this out, she wasn't being affectionate; she was being as smug and self-righteous as he was.
"Only one example. You manage to get yourself into more trouble than you get yourself out of. The dollhouse, the movie theater--even the Stone of Dreams. You may have won the competition that time, Alex, but even with the family powers, you couldn't save me!"
SLAP!
That crossed the line, and Justin knew it. They could be so caught up in fights--whether sibling rivalry or a lover's spat--that both would lose their respective restraints. He didn't mean to say such a mean thing. Just the heat of the moment. He rubbed his reddened, abused cheek. "I'm sorry, Alex. Shit... what you did nearly scared me, okay?"
It did nothing to calm the sobbing female Russo. "Damn it, Justin, you just don't get it, do you?" she said between fits of tears. "You're so used to taking care of me, coming to my rescue, that you can't accept that I can do things on my own sometimes, that you don't have to hover behind me all the time."
"I know, Alex--I... it's just that--"
"Even when we make love, you're always the giving partner. The one in control. Even when I'm on top, it's like I don't have to do anything at all with you, just moan and shout when you make me come."
"I thought you'd actually like being the lazy partner in bed," he weakly said to lighten the mood. Alex held out a hand to silence him.
"Not yet, Justin, I need to get this out, okay?" he quickly clammed up and nodded. "You're older than me, and you've always taken care of me when we were younger... but I'm not that little girl anymore, Justin. I can take care of your sometimes. For once, I'd like to be the giving partner, while you be the receiving one."
"Are we talking about sex or life in general?" he asked, confused as to what she was asking.
"Life in general... well, maybe sex, too," she replied thoughtfully, and a little bashfully.
"Like, you're the guy in the relationship? So what, are we using the body-switching spell again? Because that's still down for maintenance," Justin reminded her, remembering their last family game night so many years ago.
"I don't know?" Alex cried in a frustrated tone. "Maybe I should just get a dildo and stick it up your butt!"
She collapsed to the sofa of their apartment. He tentatively made his way to her side, and plopped down beside her when she didn't flinch away or protest. "Is this what it's all about, Alex? The roles we've played in each other's lives? Dominant and submissive?"
"I wouldn't put it that way," she said, finally smiling, even if sadly. "I was the one who usually wore the pants between us, so you can't call yourself the dominant with me around." She snickered, then paused, thinking deeply. "And yet, you've always been the one to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it when you do. But that doesn't mean I can't be the giving one... you know what I mean?"
"I think I could," he replied hesitatingly.
"You think you can, but it's not like that. You can't feel it the same way I do, Justin. Not as the younger sister, and not as a woman."
Justin sighed; this was getting frustrating. "I wasn't trying to be chauvinistic--"
"I'm not trying to be feministic either. I just wish you could put yourself in my shoes even for a moment, or one night. So you can feel what I feel."
He stroked the back of Alex's neck, willing all the warmth he had for her into his touch. "You know I'd love to, Alex. Drop of a hat. Except we can't use the body-switching spell, and no way are we going to consult a genie for this, so that leaves, what... shoving a dildo up my ass?"
Whenever she gave him an evil smile, he knew to quake in his shoes. This was the first time Justin tasted the metallic tang of fear, though, when he saw her smile thoughtfully. "You're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you?"
"Why not? You said drop of a hat."
"Alex!"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to." Yet by the now-growing smile on her face, Justin knew: he was going to do it. Oh dear.
--Now, where were we?--
Justin had Alex read everything on pegging and anal sex, though. Everything, to make sure that she'd know what she was doing, not cause any permanent injuries--any injuries, period--and also so that he wouldn't have to worry about setting it all up. He’d be too freaked out to make any progress. It was all going to be Alex's idea, Alex's plan, and most of all, Alex's responsibility.
The only thing he had to worry about was the butt plug she made him wear for a month, to prep his back door. That was enough to freak him out for two days, until he got used to it. Felt kinda funny, too, but a good kinda funny.
Anyway, now that the butt plug was out, it was the moment of truth. There was no choice in the matter anymore. Justin had surrendered all control to Alex. That was why he had her tie him up with the leather restraints: so that she was in control, and he couldn't run away to Japan. That, and he didn't want to lose control of himself in the heat of the moment, react badly, and hurt her (feelings, or even physically). Or himself, for that matter.
He felt her take position between his legs, and the silicone tip of the Feeldoe tapping at his anus. He couldn't tell past the KY lubricant lathered all over it, but the dildo had a condom on it, for hygiene and safety's sake. Alex's hands ran down his flanks, stroking the ridges of his abs, before coming to rest on either of his hips.
Even though he'd had a month for the butt plug to loosen him up, the first intrusion of the dildo's head was startling enough to really hurt. "Slower, Alex!" he gasped, fearfully shaking in his restraints.
"Sorry!" Alex paused in her movements, giving time for Justin to get used to her... size. She deliberately chose a butt plug slightly smaller than the Feeldoe so that he'd still remain tight, she told him before all this. So that he'd get what she felt.
Tapping deeply within his reserve of self-control, Justin pushed down deep within him, opening his sphincter up slightly, sparing him some of the misery. A few more times, and he'd been able to will the pain away, and work his muscles ready for further... abuse. "Okay, continue."
Perhaps because she was afraid she'd tear him open, he thought, Alex proceeded slowly, pushing the horse into him every half-inch until it was firmly seated inside him, and she was pressing her clit against his tailbone. It felt... odd, coming in. Like pooping in reverse. Except that it felt like the Feeldoe was splitting him in two. Thank goodness for that butt plug, he thought, or it might have hurt even more than this. His butt wanted to push her out, and then hold her in, unable to make up its mind as it was drowned in conflicting sensations.
"You still with me, Justin?"
He bit his lip, trying to make sense of what he felt within him, trying to understand what she felt when it was him that was giving. Too freaky, too weird. More discomfort than anything else. "Yeah, still okay for now. Keep it slow, though."
"Okay.' He could feel her hunch over, tightening her grip on his flanks, and slowly draw the fake dick out from his ass. Interminably slow, so that he could feel every inch slide out. Upon reaching the apex of her upstroke, Alex paused, then slowly began feeding herself into him again, the same slow, half-inch pace, stopping every inch or so when he felt her rub more KY jelly where the tool met flesh, to ease her way into him.
The first few strokes felt uncomfortable, freaky even. "Ugh," he groaned, when she pushed her hips into his ass for a fifth time. "This isn't..."
"You're over-thinking it, Justin," she chastised, panting (Why was she panting? It wasn't any of her holes that was being violated! he thought). "Just feel."
He sighed. "Okay, let's try again."
Again she resumed her snail's pace; this time he surrendered all control and thought to the feeling. He didn't notice it, he couldn't identify when it began, but soon, his hips began flexing in time with hers, and this weird feeling started to feel... good.
"Oh god, Alex... faster."
She picked up the pace behind him just a little, probably because she was still wary that she could hurt him. Yet Justin could feel her strokes become slightly more forceful, more authoritative. It was a good thing there was more than enough KY jelly coating the dildo, or the friction would have bled his ass dry.
It was weird. By surrendering to the feeling, Justin realized he could think about what was happening to him more clearly about this than if he had tried to think it through as he did before. He clearly heard his panting become slowly desperate, his legs tensing in their restraints. He was making noises he never made in bed before, feeling sensations completely unfamiliar to his body.
With every downstroke, he felt a shock wave ripple from his anus up his body and down his groin, that made him gasp for air, and for life. When Alex withdrew, he felt the relief as his ass closed in after the withdrawing prick, but he also mourned the loss of the earlier feeling given by that silicone organ.
"Harder," he all but choked. Then he choked again, as Alex's hips slammed into him. The Feeldoe hit something inside him--his prostrate, he belatedly realized--that made him see stars. "Fuck, right there, ugh, Alex!"
Two more minutes of this hard fucking and Justin realized it. He finally understood, as best as a man could understand, anyway.
He could feel the love and attention Alex put into each stroke into/out of him, even after she started fucking him hard. He felt the pliant, yet stiff Feeldoe saw through his sphincter, and every inch he felt was wonderfully delicious in a way that his own penis would never understand, never feel. He knew this, and could understand this, because his ass now willingly clamped down on its intruder, unwilling to let go of this sensation.
Somehow, he also believed that Alex enjoyed whenever his ass clamped down, too. He could feel her core spasm through the Feeldoe in time with his clenches, that maybe she could feel him through the pony in her core, just like he could feel her when it was her clamping down on him. He could hear her gasp in time with his moans. She panted as he writhed within his bonds. She swore as he swore, she bucked as he bucked, and her hands dug deeper into his hips as she drove her pace straight to daylight.
There and then he finally got it. He was making the exact same noises she made when he made love to her. He saw the exact same stars she claimed she saw when he hit her G-spot, whenever she hit his own spot. Her fingers clamped down on his sides the exact same way his did when her vaginal muscles clamped down on his prick. Good heavens, he even made the exact same protest she made on their first (vanilla) coupling, when she gave herself for the first time to him: Go slower!
And this sparkling sensation he felt building up from within him must be a similar feeling (if not the same) she experienced when it was him that was inside her, him that was making her feel this way, him that loved her. That was it, wasn't it?
This was how she must have felt when it was him that loved her. And Alex was right. While it was as wonderful and delicious as the feeling of their vanilla sex, it wasn't the same. Justin could feel that Alex loved him physically as well as emotionally whenever he was inside of her, but he could never have understood what she was giving him, because he was the giver in that setting. With their roles reversed tonight, though, she was the giver, and him, the receiver. What a wonderful gift she gave him whenever they were together. He understood that now, for he had the opportunity to give the gift, in turn and in kind, to her.
He now also understood why Alex grew pissed whenever he tried to take the lead, when clearly she wanted to take the lead in a particular time or place. Before, he wanted to attribute it to their rivalry for the family powers, or for the family's attention. Now he understood that she didn't want to win per se (unless it was unavoidable, like in the wizard competitions), she wanted to be his equal. As powerful as vulnerable, as forceful as caring, and as generous as needy.
He now can say that he understood just how vulnerable she feels, whenever she came to him for help, or whenever they made love. He can say that he knew what it was like to be forceful and caring, not just when it was him taking care of her, but when it was her taking care of him. (And he also understood the pride beaming from Alex's face when she won the wizard competition between them, or when she saved him from those monsters Max unleashed.) He was almost always generous with Alex, now more so than then, but now he could also claim he understood her need as well as her provision, why Alex always came to him for help, for companionship, for comfort, and for love.
She loved this feeling he gave her, he realized. And every time they fought must have torn her apart, must have felt like a betrayal, contrasted against the way he made her feel when he loved her. The realization floored him. Were he not tied down right now, Alex taking him to the edge, he'd have gotten up, hugged her tight, and whispered every declaration of love he could, apologies for every fight they had. But when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were:
"Alex, oh fuck I'm so close. Touch me, please!"
He felt her lay on his back, her breasts crushed between their bodies. Her hands left his hips, one dipping low to brush against, the grasp, his neglected prick, the other drifting up to tangle in his hair. Another realization: Whenever they did it doggy style, she'd plead for him to touch her the same way, too. "Yes Alex, bring me there, oh god please!"
He could barely hear her hips slap loudly against him, not with the tidal wave crashing within him and sweeping all the other senses away. The sparkling fire in his ass, and the soft yet insistent stroking of his cock, made him sob from the sweet torture.
"Justin, please Justin, come with me!"
That did it. Justin could never resist Alex's honey-sweet puppy-dog-pout voice when she pleaded with him. He gave himself to the feelings consuming his body--the feeling she was making him feel--and in that total submission, exploded in an orgasm completely different from vanilla. He barely heard himself swear, roaring every ounce of his soul out as his body jolted against the leather belts that held him down. He was barely aware of Alex crying in triumph, or her teeth sinking into his neck, the pain only amplifying this unique pleasure that paralyzed him.
When he barely realized, even as the aftershocks continued to rock him, that she had stopped, he begged, "Please, don't stop, noooo..."
Her cum-coated hand on him resumed its stroking motion, this time at a calmer pace, bringing him down from his high. She slowly rocked her hips against him at the same pace, and with the same reason. Even as he trembled beneath her, Justin reflected that it was better that he discovered these things this way, rather than through the body-switch spell. If he had simply swapped bodies with Alex, he would have felt the sensations of her body, yes, but those sensations would forever be tied to her body, when his mind departed for his own. Yet because he encountered these feelings and thoughts in his own body, they would forever be tattooed upon his whole being. His own body would never let his mind forget.
In the heat of passion there is no minute, there is no hour, and there is no day. He couldn't tell how long it took, but eventually Justin finally came back from his petite mort.
Senses restored, he could tell Alex was all but collapsed over him, the Feeldoe still inside them both. They both would be sore all over come morning, he knew, but he had to tell her now. Hopefully she would be up from her own climax.
"I love you." She'd say the exact same thing to Justin after a mutual vanilla high. Now he knew why. And the reason would deepen his feelings for her for life.
"Mmmm, I love you so much, Justin," she sleepily replied, laying heated lips on one of his shoulder blades. "Thank you."
"No, thank you." He smiled. He owed her a lot, after all. For her love, and for his epiphanies.
"Was it good?"
"Hell, yes."
He felt her smile against his skin. "I wanna know how it feels next time. My turn to use a butt plug."
- FIN -
unless you want an Alex POV!
Postscript AN: The prompt was " pegging." Now you know why I couldn't just up and say it before the LJ cut.
GENRE: Romance, a bit of Hurt/Comfort in the middle
PAIRING(s): Jalex (Or maybe I should say Astin?). Alex in college, Justin just graduated.
SPOILERS FOR: Monster Hunter, Alex's Logo, Dollhouse, Movies, Family Game Night, the movie... and whatever innocent thoughts one may have had of sex (I am so sorry...)
RATINGS: M/NC-17. And well justified. I've never felt so dirty.
DISCLAIMER: I'm not just disclaiming ownership of WOWP. I disclaim any personal knowledge of what you are about to read. Really, I've never tried.
SPECIAL DISCLAIMER: While I did research on the subject of this fic, I would like to warn that what you are about to see still has its physical and psychological dangers. Such can only occur in a mutual and consented relationship, and even then, please seek informed advice before engaging in such activity. This is, of course, presuming you're still curious about even trying what Alex and Justin are about to try!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yep, after one T-rated fic after another, I've gone back to the naughty stuff. For a prompt in the omgjustinalex kink!meme. Which prompt? Can I just tell you about it in a postscript Author's Notes after the LJ cut? Please? Oh, and PS: please click the hyperlinks where they appear. There's only two, anyway. It's easier than having to have to describe in detail what I'm talking about.
Easier especially on me. Oh heaven help me.
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She had strapped Justin's arms to the framework beneath him--honestly, this was too melodramatic a touch, even for what they were doing. He didn't think she was into BDSM, and neither was he. Especially neither was he. Yet everything about this entire exercise screamed, well, dirty. The leather cuffs that bound his arms were the least of his worries.
He tested those bonds. "Tight, but not painful. Like you know what you're doing, right, Alex?"
He could feel her blush behind him. "Yeah, well... it was in this website I read, suggesting this--yes, Justin, I read," she quickly added, before he could express his astonishment. "You made me read a lot for this."
"You're the one who gave me the idea, remember?"
"Psh, for all I know, maybe you've been wanting this all along."
"Hey, the thought never crossed my mind until you brought it up!" Justin turned, as best he could when he was strapped to a Fetters Mk. 3 whipping bench under him, to see Alex standing nude behind him. He, too, was just as undressed, and even more vulnerable for it, for the bench wrenched his legs open, his butt in the air, and his extremities frozen.
They were in some dark, anonymous basement, save for the glow of a heating fornace to one corner--they had to pick a dark, anonymous basement for this, it screamed "dungeon" to both of them, even if it wasn't, and this wasn't a bondage trip they were on. Yes, that was a whipping bench Justin was laying on, one of the staple furniture of serious BDSM culture. No, their mutual intention was different. It wasn't about spanking. The bench was a safety feature.
She trailed her fingertips down his spine; moaning, he shivered at their contact. "I guess I should say thanks for letting us try this, Justin. Knowing you, you would have been halfway towards Japan by now."
"Why do you think I asked you to tie me down to something like this?" Justin asked her rhetorically, and yet also sagaciously. He wanted to run away to Japan. This was too weird. Yet the thought was too deeply planted in both their brains. He was just as morbidly curious as she was.
"I am scared shitless, Alex, however much I want this. I don't want to do anything by reflex that would hurt either of us. So I hope you understand that you're in control now, and (as much as it freaks me out for me to say this)... I trust you."
Fear obliterated his verbal filter. Yet his words seemed to have a positive effect on Alex, since he could barely see her tear up with awe and admiration. Thank you, she mouthed.
"So let's just get this over with, please, before I change my mind," he pleaded. "Come here."
She strode over before his head, one of only two parts of his body that wasn't fettered by the Fetters. Even in the dim light of the heating furnace burning in the corner, Justin could clearly see how wet she was.
Alex took hold of his hair, bringing his mouth up. No words were needed; Justin lightly kissed her thighs on either side of his face, before bringing his tongue to trace her soft folds.
"Mmmm, oh yes," she softly panted, pushing his face harder against her. Complying, he vigorously ate her out, cleaning her inside and out with his tongue, and scraping the teeth against the lips of her labia, while enjoying the sounds she made--that he made her make.
He had moved up from tongue-fucking her to sucking at her clit when she pulled him away. "Enough. Now, it's time."
Stepping back so he could clearly see her, Justin saw that she already had the specially-made harness on around her legs and waist. The only thing missing was the object she brought out from a velvet box, an odd contraption, bulbous on one end, and a tapered shaft emerging at right angles. A Feeldoe strapless dildo.
As if she were dancing for him, Alex traced the fingernails of one hand up her thighs and down her smooth belly, circling round her pussy. The other traced the sex toy's penile, "horse" end up and down her slit, prolonging her arousal. He could also see her clench her hips and thighs: clench, hold, relax; clench, hold, relax; repeat. Kegel excersises.
Five minutes of this torture and Justin was hard enough to cut diamonds. Thankfully, like his head, that part of him wasn't restrained, or trapped between him and the bench. With both hands, she threaded the horse into the harness, and slipped the bulbous "pony" into her core. Once she held the Feeldoe in place with warmed-up muscles, she pulled the leg straps to pull the harness in tight, securing everything in place. "You ready, Justin?"
Justin gulped. Now or never. "Yeah," he squeaked.
Alex now disappeared from sight, going behind him, where the whipping bench's knee rests and thigh restrains held his legs far apart. He could feel her reach in behind him, and extract the butt plug that he'd been wearing for the past month. "Last chance," she whispered, almost pleadingly, as her fingers traced his loosened-up orifice, feeding a dollop of KY jelly into the hole, massaging his insides. Despite being stretched open for quite some time now, his sphincter quaked beneath her touch, as did his breathing.
"Let's just get this done, Alex. You know I love you."
"Okay." She said it quietly, yet he could hear the conviction in her voice. Alright, Justin, he told himself, time to put my money where my mouth is, if I could really understand what she feels.
--Why the hell is this happening?--
That night came about as a result of a fight between them a month and a half ago. The reason why the fight broke out was lost in the haze of the makeup sex twelve hours later, but it had something to do with Justin having control issues.
"It's just like when I got that citizenship award, Justin," she seethed, trying to walk away from him. "You just can't let me have anything on my own, can you?"
"You wouldn't even have gotten that award if I didn't make you turn over your profits to the student body council," he pointed out self-righteously.
"I did save your life when Max unleashed those monsters all over the city." When she pointed this out, she wasn't being affectionate; she was being as smug and self-righteous as he was.
"Only one example. You manage to get yourself into more trouble than you get yourself out of. The dollhouse, the movie theater--even the Stone of Dreams. You may have won the competition that time, Alex, but even with the family powers, you couldn't save me!"
SLAP!
That crossed the line, and Justin knew it. They could be so caught up in fights--whether sibling rivalry or a lover's spat--that both would lose their respective restraints. He didn't mean to say such a mean thing. Just the heat of the moment. He rubbed his reddened, abused cheek. "I'm sorry, Alex. Shit... what you did nearly scared me, okay?"
It did nothing to calm the sobbing female Russo. "Damn it, Justin, you just don't get it, do you?" she said between fits of tears. "You're so used to taking care of me, coming to my rescue, that you can't accept that I can do things on my own sometimes, that you don't have to hover behind me all the time."
"I know, Alex--I... it's just that--"
"Even when we make love, you're always the giving partner. The one in control. Even when I'm on top, it's like I don't have to do anything at all with you, just moan and shout when you make me come."
"I thought you'd actually like being the lazy partner in bed," he weakly said to lighten the mood. Alex held out a hand to silence him.
"Not yet, Justin, I need to get this out, okay?" he quickly clammed up and nodded. "You're older than me, and you've always taken care of me when we were younger... but I'm not that little girl anymore, Justin. I can take care of your sometimes. For once, I'd like to be the giving partner, while you be the receiving one."
"Are we talking about sex or life in general?" he asked, confused as to what she was asking.
"Life in general... well, maybe sex, too," she replied thoughtfully, and a little bashfully.
"Like, you're the guy in the relationship? So what, are we using the body-switching spell again? Because that's still down for maintenance," Justin reminded her, remembering their last family game night so many years ago.
"I don't know?" Alex cried in a frustrated tone. "Maybe I should just get a dildo and stick it up your butt!"
She collapsed to the sofa of their apartment. He tentatively made his way to her side, and plopped down beside her when she didn't flinch away or protest. "Is this what it's all about, Alex? The roles we've played in each other's lives? Dominant and submissive?"
"I wouldn't put it that way," she said, finally smiling, even if sadly. "I was the one who usually wore the pants between us, so you can't call yourself the dominant with me around." She snickered, then paused, thinking deeply. "And yet, you've always been the one to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it when you do. But that doesn't mean I can't be the giving one... you know what I mean?"
"I think I could," he replied hesitatingly.
"You think you can, but it's not like that. You can't feel it the same way I do, Justin. Not as the younger sister, and not as a woman."
Justin sighed; this was getting frustrating. "I wasn't trying to be chauvinistic--"
"I'm not trying to be feministic either. I just wish you could put yourself in my shoes even for a moment, or one night. So you can feel what I feel."
He stroked the back of Alex's neck, willing all the warmth he had for her into his touch. "You know I'd love to, Alex. Drop of a hat. Except we can't use the body-switching spell, and no way are we going to consult a genie for this, so that leaves, what... shoving a dildo up my ass?"
Whenever she gave him an evil smile, he knew to quake in his shoes. This was the first time Justin tasted the metallic tang of fear, though, when he saw her smile thoughtfully. "You're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you?"
"Why not? You said drop of a hat."
"Alex!"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to." Yet by the now-growing smile on her face, Justin knew: he was going to do it. Oh dear.
--Now, where were we?--
Justin had Alex read everything on pegging and anal sex, though. Everything, to make sure that she'd know what she was doing, not cause any permanent injuries--any injuries, period--and also so that he wouldn't have to worry about setting it all up. He’d be too freaked out to make any progress. It was all going to be Alex's idea, Alex's plan, and most of all, Alex's responsibility.
The only thing he had to worry about was the butt plug she made him wear for a month, to prep his back door. That was enough to freak him out for two days, until he got used to it. Felt kinda funny, too, but a good kinda funny.
Anyway, now that the butt plug was out, it was the moment of truth. There was no choice in the matter anymore. Justin had surrendered all control to Alex. That was why he had her tie him up with the leather restraints: so that she was in control, and he couldn't run away to Japan. That, and he didn't want to lose control of himself in the heat of the moment, react badly, and hurt her (feelings, or even physically). Or himself, for that matter.
He felt her take position between his legs, and the silicone tip of the Feeldoe tapping at his anus. He couldn't tell past the KY lubricant lathered all over it, but the dildo had a condom on it, for hygiene and safety's sake. Alex's hands ran down his flanks, stroking the ridges of his abs, before coming to rest on either of his hips.
Even though he'd had a month for the butt plug to loosen him up, the first intrusion of the dildo's head was startling enough to really hurt. "Slower, Alex!" he gasped, fearfully shaking in his restraints.
"Sorry!" Alex paused in her movements, giving time for Justin to get used to her... size. She deliberately chose a butt plug slightly smaller than the Feeldoe so that he'd still remain tight, she told him before all this. So that he'd get what she felt.
Tapping deeply within his reserve of self-control, Justin pushed down deep within him, opening his sphincter up slightly, sparing him some of the misery. A few more times, and he'd been able to will the pain away, and work his muscles ready for further... abuse. "Okay, continue."
Perhaps because she was afraid she'd tear him open, he thought, Alex proceeded slowly, pushing the horse into him every half-inch until it was firmly seated inside him, and she was pressing her clit against his tailbone. It felt... odd, coming in. Like pooping in reverse. Except that it felt like the Feeldoe was splitting him in two. Thank goodness for that butt plug, he thought, or it might have hurt even more than this. His butt wanted to push her out, and then hold her in, unable to make up its mind as it was drowned in conflicting sensations.
"You still with me, Justin?"
He bit his lip, trying to make sense of what he felt within him, trying to understand what she felt when it was him that was giving. Too freaky, too weird. More discomfort than anything else. "Yeah, still okay for now. Keep it slow, though."
"Okay.' He could feel her hunch over, tightening her grip on his flanks, and slowly draw the fake dick out from his ass. Interminably slow, so that he could feel every inch slide out. Upon reaching the apex of her upstroke, Alex paused, then slowly began feeding herself into him again, the same slow, half-inch pace, stopping every inch or so when he felt her rub more KY jelly where the tool met flesh, to ease her way into him.
The first few strokes felt uncomfortable, freaky even. "Ugh," he groaned, when she pushed her hips into his ass for a fifth time. "This isn't..."
"You're over-thinking it, Justin," she chastised, panting (Why was she panting? It wasn't any of her holes that was being violated! he thought). "Just feel."
He sighed. "Okay, let's try again."
Again she resumed her snail's pace; this time he surrendered all control and thought to the feeling. He didn't notice it, he couldn't identify when it began, but soon, his hips began flexing in time with hers, and this weird feeling started to feel... good.
"Oh god, Alex... faster."
She picked up the pace behind him just a little, probably because she was still wary that she could hurt him. Yet Justin could feel her strokes become slightly more forceful, more authoritative. It was a good thing there was more than enough KY jelly coating the dildo, or the friction would have bled his ass dry.
It was weird. By surrendering to the feeling, Justin realized he could think about what was happening to him more clearly about this than if he had tried to think it through as he did before. He clearly heard his panting become slowly desperate, his legs tensing in their restraints. He was making noises he never made in bed before, feeling sensations completely unfamiliar to his body.
With every downstroke, he felt a shock wave ripple from his anus up his body and down his groin, that made him gasp for air, and for life. When Alex withdrew, he felt the relief as his ass closed in after the withdrawing prick, but he also mourned the loss of the earlier feeling given by that silicone organ.
"Harder," he all but choked. Then he choked again, as Alex's hips slammed into him. The Feeldoe hit something inside him--his prostrate, he belatedly realized--that made him see stars. "Fuck, right there, ugh, Alex!"
Two more minutes of this hard fucking and Justin realized it. He finally understood, as best as a man could understand, anyway.
He could feel the love and attention Alex put into each stroke into/out of him, even after she started fucking him hard. He felt the pliant, yet stiff Feeldoe saw through his sphincter, and every inch he felt was wonderfully delicious in a way that his own penis would never understand, never feel. He knew this, and could understand this, because his ass now willingly clamped down on its intruder, unwilling to let go of this sensation.
Somehow, he also believed that Alex enjoyed whenever his ass clamped down, too. He could feel her core spasm through the Feeldoe in time with his clenches, that maybe she could feel him through the pony in her core, just like he could feel her when it was her clamping down on him. He could hear her gasp in time with his moans. She panted as he writhed within his bonds. She swore as he swore, she bucked as he bucked, and her hands dug deeper into his hips as she drove her pace straight to daylight.
There and then he finally got it. He was making the exact same noises she made when he made love to her. He saw the exact same stars she claimed she saw when he hit her G-spot, whenever she hit his own spot. Her fingers clamped down on his sides the exact same way his did when her vaginal muscles clamped down on his prick. Good heavens, he even made the exact same protest she made on their first (vanilla) coupling, when she gave herself for the first time to him: Go slower!
And this sparkling sensation he felt building up from within him must be a similar feeling (if not the same) she experienced when it was him that was inside her, him that was making her feel this way, him that loved her. That was it, wasn't it?
This was how she must have felt when it was him that loved her. And Alex was right. While it was as wonderful and delicious as the feeling of their vanilla sex, it wasn't the same. Justin could feel that Alex loved him physically as well as emotionally whenever he was inside of her, but he could never have understood what she was giving him, because he was the giver in that setting. With their roles reversed tonight, though, she was the giver, and him, the receiver. What a wonderful gift she gave him whenever they were together. He understood that now, for he had the opportunity to give the gift, in turn and in kind, to her.
He now also understood why Alex grew pissed whenever he tried to take the lead, when clearly she wanted to take the lead in a particular time or place. Before, he wanted to attribute it to their rivalry for the family powers, or for the family's attention. Now he understood that she didn't want to win per se (unless it was unavoidable, like in the wizard competitions), she wanted to be his equal. As powerful as vulnerable, as forceful as caring, and as generous as needy.
He now can say that he understood just how vulnerable she feels, whenever she came to him for help, or whenever they made love. He can say that he knew what it was like to be forceful and caring, not just when it was him taking care of her, but when it was her taking care of him. (And he also understood the pride beaming from Alex's face when she won the wizard competition between them, or when she saved him from those monsters Max unleashed.) He was almost always generous with Alex, now more so than then, but now he could also claim he understood her need as well as her provision, why Alex always came to him for help, for companionship, for comfort, and for love.
She loved this feeling he gave her, he realized. And every time they fought must have torn her apart, must have felt like a betrayal, contrasted against the way he made her feel when he loved her. The realization floored him. Were he not tied down right now, Alex taking him to the edge, he'd have gotten up, hugged her tight, and whispered every declaration of love he could, apologies for every fight they had. But when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were:
"Alex, oh fuck I'm so close. Touch me, please!"
He felt her lay on his back, her breasts crushed between their bodies. Her hands left his hips, one dipping low to brush against, the grasp, his neglected prick, the other drifting up to tangle in his hair. Another realization: Whenever they did it doggy style, she'd plead for him to touch her the same way, too. "Yes Alex, bring me there, oh god please!"
He could barely hear her hips slap loudly against him, not with the tidal wave crashing within him and sweeping all the other senses away. The sparkling fire in his ass, and the soft yet insistent stroking of his cock, made him sob from the sweet torture.
"Justin, please Justin, come with me!"
That did it. Justin could never resist Alex's honey-sweet puppy-dog-pout voice when she pleaded with him. He gave himself to the feelings consuming his body--the feeling she was making him feel--and in that total submission, exploded in an orgasm completely different from vanilla. He barely heard himself swear, roaring every ounce of his soul out as his body jolted against the leather belts that held him down. He was barely aware of Alex crying in triumph, or her teeth sinking into his neck, the pain only amplifying this unique pleasure that paralyzed him.
When he barely realized, even as the aftershocks continued to rock him, that she had stopped, he begged, "Please, don't stop, noooo..."
Her cum-coated hand on him resumed its stroking motion, this time at a calmer pace, bringing him down from his high. She slowly rocked her hips against him at the same pace, and with the same reason. Even as he trembled beneath her, Justin reflected that it was better that he discovered these things this way, rather than through the body-switch spell. If he had simply swapped bodies with Alex, he would have felt the sensations of her body, yes, but those sensations would forever be tied to her body, when his mind departed for his own. Yet because he encountered these feelings and thoughts in his own body, they would forever be tattooed upon his whole being. His own body would never let his mind forget.
In the heat of passion there is no minute, there is no hour, and there is no day. He couldn't tell how long it took, but eventually Justin finally came back from his petite mort.
Senses restored, he could tell Alex was all but collapsed over him, the Feeldoe still inside them both. They both would be sore all over come morning, he knew, but he had to tell her now. Hopefully she would be up from her own climax.
"I love you." She'd say the exact same thing to Justin after a mutual vanilla high. Now he knew why. And the reason would deepen his feelings for her for life.
"Mmmm, I love you so much, Justin," she sleepily replied, laying heated lips on one of his shoulder blades. "Thank you."
"No, thank you." He smiled. He owed her a lot, after all. For her love, and for his epiphanies.
"Was it good?"
"Hell, yes."
He felt her smile against his skin. "I wanna know how it feels next time. My turn to use a butt plug."
- FIN -
unless you want an Alex POV!
Postscript AN: The prompt was " pegging." Now you know why I couldn't just up and say it before the LJ cut.