Author's Note: This is a series of nine short fics, each exploring a different kink with Justin and Alex. This is a part of my "Alex Gets Punished" continuity, but reading the other stories shouldn't be necessary for it - it's enough to understand that Alex and Justin have an established sexual relationship.
Kink the First: Public Sex
Justin Russo sighed as he sat down on the Russo's orange couch, took the TV remote, and turned on the TV. Oh, it's good to be home. Even if it is freezing. They'd spent the last week visiting Grandma Magdalena, his mother's mother, at her house upstate. It'd been fun most of the time, but with their whole family plus Uncle Ernesto visiting, Justin had been forced to room with Max.
That was bad enough on its own - but Alex had been put in with Grandma, and the pair of them couldn't even sneak out of their rooms at night to do anything, with not only Max and Grandma to contend with, but Uncle Ernesto sleeping on the living room couch as well. On top of all that, Theresa had convinced Jerry to throw the breakers on the wizard power before they left, so the kids wouldn't be able to use magic during the visit. So they couldn't use magic to get around things.
Not that I'd break the rules like that. But Alex would have. And, he admitted to himself, I would have let her. Well, that's all over now. And tonight should be good. Justin smiled, already anticipating getting to spend some time alone with Alex once everyone else was asleep.
"I'm making hot cocoa," Theresa called from the kitchen. "Who wants some?"
"I do!" Max called back from the other end of the couch, and Justin added his, then turned to look as Alex answered as well, from the stairs.
"Oh, hot cocoa, yes!" she called out, half-dragging the blanket she had wrapped around her. "Why did Dad have to leave the heat off the whole time we were gone? It must be below freezing in here!"
"You know your father," Theresa said, rolling her eyes as she put the milk into the microwave. "If it saves five dollars, he's all over it. It'll be warm soon."
Alex walked over in front of the couch, looked at the TV. "Is that Animal Planet?"
"Discovery Channel," Justin responded automatically.
"You know what… I don't even care. Justin, you're now my personal heater." She sat down onto her older brother's lap, took a moment to arrange her blanket over the two of them.
Max frowned over at them, said, "Watch out. She's gonna try to steal your cocoa."
"Probably," Alex agreed. "But it's not like I couldn't do it sitting anywhere else. Justin's too easy to distract."
"What are you doing?" Justin whispered into Alex's ear, his eyes looking to the side to make sure Max wasn't overhearing.
"Getting warm," Alex whispered back, wriggling against Justin a little as she got comfortable."Is that a problem? And why are we whispering?"
"Okay, well…." Justin moved a little too, grimacing. Alex felt good against him... too good. He stopped and frowned, considering what he'd been about to say. There was no point in telling Alex to be good - if she had it in her head to be bad, it wasn't going to stop her. And indeed, it might just encourage her. So… "Whatever," he whispered, then tried to focus on the TV and not think about anything sexual.
"Tomorrow on the Discovery Channel… Tyrannosaurus Sex! We'll explore the courtship and mating habits of dinosaurs. How did a ferocious T-Rex woo his lady? How did a female Titanosaur support the weight of a male who was as long as a four-story building is high? And how did a Stegosaurus couple negotiate things with all those spikes and plates?"
As soon as the commercial started, Justin was looking for the remote… but it was somewhere under the blanket now. Gritting his teeth, Justin began to explore for it, was completely unsurprised to find it nowhere on the arm of the couch, or on the cushions.
Which left Alex's lap. Of course.
"Alex… give me the remote, please," Justin said, already knowing how she'd answer.
"The remote?" Alex leaned her head back and turned it up at her brother, keeping her expression perfectly innocent. "I don't have it." She started to rock her hips against him then, moving them no more than a few millimeters - but that was plenty for a teenage boy who'd been denied any release for a week. Justin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but it was already too late: his body was more than ready, and he could feel himself rising to the occasion, so to speak.
He opened his mouth to speak, let out a strangled sound that he managed to keep down to little more than a whimper as Alex moved her hand, said something under her breath - and he felt both his pants and hers disappear.
"Oh, the magic power's back on, by the way," Alex said then, giving Justin a quick grin, then pulling her head back up to look at the TV innocently.
"Alex," Justin whispered, then had to cut off as Theresa walked over, carrying three steaming cups of cocoa.
"Okay kids, here you go," Theresa said, holding the first cup out to Justin. He looked up at his mother, took his cup, looked away quickly, afraid of what might come out of his mouth if he said anything.
"Thanks, mom," Alex said brightly as she took hers and set it aside. Max took his, also saying thanks, and immediately tried to drink it.
"Max! It's too hot right now!" Theresa immediately yelled, thankfully before Max actually managed to get any of it. Justin barely noticed, though, as Alex took the distraction as an opportunity to wiggle her hips against him more provocatively, and take his left hand and move it onto her breast under the blanket. For his part, Justin bit his lip and closed his eyes, quickly moving his hand off of Alex and trying to think of something else - anything else.
Theresa looked back to Justin and Alex then and frowned. Alex reduced her motion again, but didn't stop it completely, and Justin looked at the TV, fighting the urge to blush. "Alex - you should move from there. That can't be comfortable for Justin."
Faced with a sudden vision of Alex standing up and revealing his naked lower half, Justin immediately said, "No, no - it's okay. I don't mind helping Alex keep warm. Really." He put his arms around his sister's belly, hugged her a little awkwardly, using her hair to hide his mouth as he whispered to her, "Quit moving."
Alex, of course, ignored that. Instead, she leaned to the side a little (shifting her cute little ass against him again) and turned her head to kiss Justin on the cheek, saying, "Thank you."
"Well, look at that," Jerry said as he came in the door. "Are our two oldest getting along?"
"Apparently they are." Theresa smiled at her husband, said, "It must be a Christmas miracle. And speaking of miracles, did you manage to fix the furnace?"
As they spoke, Alex took the opportunity to wriggle against Justin again. Max looked over at them, his expression curious, and Justin grabbed Alex's upper arm, squeezed it, whispered, "Alex..."
"I did," Jerry answered with a big grin. "And saved the money that calling someone would have -" he started, but Max interrupted.
"Uhh… do I smell smoke?" he asked, looking up from Alex and Justin to their dad.
"What?" Theresa and Jerry said together, looking at their youngest.
"Smoke. Like, from burning things?" As he said that, Justin felt Alex move her hand again under the covers, barely caught her whispered, "I'm way too horny, put Justin's cock inside me, just like it should be."
Jerry lifted his nose, frowning and sniffing the air, and Theresa did too, while Justin bit his upper lip hard to keep from making a noise as he felt himself suddenly inside Alex. She was still slowly moving her hips, now adding a bit of a side-to-side rocking motion to the back-and-forth, and it was all Justin could do to keep from gasping at the sensations her slow, teasing movements sent through him.
"I… think I'd better go back down and look at the furnace," Jerry said quickly as he started toward the door. He stopped in the doorway, though, looked at Justin, and made a 'come along' gesture. "Justin, come help me."
"Wait, what -" Justin blinked at his father, had to shut his mouth as Alex pushed her hips back as far as she could in a single, slow motion.
She looked up at their mom and dad, shifting her grip on the wand she had under the blanket as she gave them her best puppy-dog pout. "Daddy… Justin's keeping me warm. I know you can fix it. Please let him stay here?"
Jerry frowned, but Theresa nodded, saying, "You broke it by yourself, you can fix it by yourself. Or call someone. Don't pull them apart when they're getting along so nicely."
Alex smirked at the 'pull them apart' and rocked her hips twice, right there with their father looking at Justin, while he stared at the TV like he'd never seen one before in his life, desperate to avoid meeting anyone's eyes.
"Ohh… okay, fine. Max -" Jerry started, then stopped, considered what he was about to say and held up his hand, palm out toward Max. "You… just stay here," he finished, then turned and went back out the door.
As his sister continued her slow, steady rocking motion, Justin swallowed and gritted his teeth, tried to fight down his urge to lift her up and turn her around, push her against the couch and let himself go wild with her. Preventing that was easy enough, really, with both Max and their mom still there - what he couldn't seem to stop was his own hips moving, conspiring with his thighs to rock in time with Alex, their combined motions sliding him an inch or two back and forth in her warm, wet, slippery, heavenly grip.
It was like a slow, exquisite torture, not being able to let loose and do what he'd like to, but not able to stop either. Justin felt a noise rising up in his throat, but he closed his mouth tightly and took a deep breath in through his nose. Tingles ran up and down his spine, and he found his left hand slipping under the blanket again, up onto Alex's breast. He squeezed her there gently, then felt a sudden, perverse urge to see if he could force a noise out of her, slipped his fingers together and lightly pinched her nipple.
Alex wasn't expecting that, and she let out a little 'Ah!' She stopped, stiffening up, turned her head to see both Max and their mom looking at her, thought fast. "Ahh, umm… mom? Would you make us some popcorn? Please?"
"Sure," Theresa responded, and Alex settled back a little, used her elbow to push down on Justin's arm, but continued to move her hips, reached her other hand back and down, set her nails to Justin's side and dragged upward as far as she easily could - which was only a few inches, but enough to make him have to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
"Dammit Alex… we're going to get caught." She responded by scratching him again, and Justin gritted his teeth. Then the popcorn began to pop, and Justin took advantage of the noise, put his lower back into his motions, lengthening and just barely speeding his stroke. All right. She's not stopping, I'm not stopping. I just have to make her come so we can finish this. "Max…" he got out, "could you get me a drink, please?"
Max frowned and blinked at Justin, said, "What are you talking about? You've got cocoa right there." Pointing to it, Max shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Man. And they say I don't know what's going on."
Alex giggled at that, prompting Justin to push forward as much as he could, rolling both of his thighs outward to do so. The popcorn was popping quickly now, and he risked a few quick, hard rocks of his hips, causing Alex to grip the arm of the couch hard. He backed off a little then on the force he was using, afraid he was going to shake the couch if he continued that way, but kept up the greater length of his stroke. As he did, he slipped his hand into her lap, placed two fingers against her, began to move them in a quick, small circle.
Turning her head to the side, Alex whispered, "Oh God, Justin, you're getting me close. Give me a few quick ones." Justin looked over at Max, then repeated his motion of before, and Alex brought her hand up, put two fingers into her mouth and bit on them. Just as she did, the microwave dinged, and Max hopped off the couch, ran over to the kitchen.
With both Max and Theresa facing away, Justin went for broke, shifted both hands onto Alex's hips and pumped her on himself, closing his eyes as he did. With him already on the brink, it only took a few seconds before he came, and while he wanted to keep moving, he knew their luck couldn't last, and he took two more strokes to finish, then stopped, pulling Alex tight against him. "All right. Put our clothes back on," he whispered.
Alex grinned and shook her head. "No. I wanna stay like this for a few minutes."
Justin closed his eyes in frustration, then licked his lips, marshaling his argument. "Alex," he whispered, "please. We're going to -"
He cut off with a start and opened his eyes as their mother spoke up. "Here's your popcorn, mijo," she said, offering the full bowl to Justin with a smile.
"Oh, uh," he replied, trying to figure out how to get his hands out from under the blankets without revealing anything, but his brain simply refused to work as the tingles ran up and down his body.
Alex came to the rescue, saying "Will you look at this? I think he's falling asleep there. I guess he thinks I'm a teddy bear." As she spoke, she reached up to take the bowl with both hands, then said, "Thanks, mom."
Theresa smiled at her daughter. "That's so sweet. Is your big brother keeping you nice and warm?"
"Yes," Alex answered, back up at her mom and wriggling a little, making a show of snuggling back against Justin. "I feel so much better now." She turned her head, kissed him on the cheek, and said "Thank you."
"Ohh… wait." Theresa held out one hand, said, "I've got to get the camera. I want to remember this."
Justin opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Alex grinned and said, "Yes! We really should get a picture. I'll want to remember this too!"
"We are not getting a picture taken of us like this," whispered insistently as their mother ran upstairs to get the camera from where she'd left it with the luggage from the trip.
"Yes we are, big brother. And unless you want to walk out of the room like you are right now, well…." She grinned at him, gave him another kiss on the cheek as their mother returned with the camera.
"All right… big smiles now. That's my good children!"
And so it is that in her scrapbook, Alex keeps a picture of her and Justin snuggled under a somewhat mussed-looking blanket, with her grinning widely while Justin looks, well… let's say uncomfortable. It's probably the kindest description we can give.