Scene One

Melissa stood surrounded by the cream tile around her, allowing the cascade of hot water to flow over her and down her body.  The streams dripped down her, sliding over her soft skin, invading her most sensitive areas.  She tossed her head backwards, her brown hair whipped back in a sweep and combed through it with her fingers.  This had been the second time she had taken a shower today.  The first had been to clean the smell from her Xavier would surely have noticed.  This time, however, it was far more erotic.  After being with him in the basement, his touching her was all that was on her mind.  He had twisted her into all those awkward and sometimes painful positions, holding her down underneath him.  It had all be such a turn on for her.  The force of the water ejected from the showerhead, hitting her young body, it reminded her of him again.  She dreamed of his hands on her breasts, as the thin, ever-changing layer of water was now.  His fingers would follow the lanes the water was following down her stomach to the convergence between her legs.  Her hand followed the route she dreamt Xavier would take.  She bit her bottom lip, suppressing the low moan that came up her throat.  What she would not give to make the dream reality, instead of the fantasy with which had been indulging herself.

She reached down, shutting off the flow of the water, reducing it to a slow drip and then nothing.  The shower curtain pushed aside, she stepped out from the tub onto the soft white rug over the cream-colored tiled floor.  Melissa showed not the slightest sign of modesty, not making any kind of movements to cover her body.  Xavier had already seen some of her bare skin when she was changing recently, walking in as she had expected, but seeing her like this, bare and exposed would be too much to hope for.  Seeing what he was missing might shock him into doing something, and making her fantasy come true.

The reflective mirror to her left caught her eye, the bottom lip just below her breasts.  There was something about the form of a woman's body that had always caused a certain stir in her loins.  There was nothing with the shape and contours of a man's body, but Xavier would always be the only man she would ever allow touch her in that way.  Her rape had turned her against all other men, Xavier's hand the one that would touch her in her most secret of places, his dick the only to enter her ever again.  But a woman, that was an entirely different story.  They were different then men, more civilized in mind, not to mention that she could learn to find pleasure in that which was the same as her own.  Lesbianism was so taboo, but the thought of one of those filthy instruments penetrating her was disgusting.  No, her brother would be the only one to ever know her that way, he was different from the rest of the sorry communion.

Like her desire for Xavier, this been a fantasy of hers, one in which she still felt unsure how to approach.  What if she let it be known to someone she found attractive only to learn that the companionship she longed for was obscene to them, being forced to endure a lecture that it was a disease of the mind, that she was a sick person and needed help.  She was not sick and need nothing of the sort, she was just as normal as everyone else, her sexual desires only differed from the norm currently accepted by the rest of society.  Even if it turned out as she had hoped, how would Xavier react to her newly declared sexuality?  By then, they would have become intimately involved, enjoying the others' love, mind, body and soul.  Would he participate?  She would have to be positive that he would not only understand, but love her no less.  Her and her brother, sharing the same lover and themselves sharing each other's love, the thought only caused a warmth over her bare breasts and between her legs.  It brought a smile to her face.

He was out there in the house somewhere, in the world beyond that bathroom door.  A white towel hung from a rack on the wall, she pulled it away and brought it to her chest and bending her head down with her face buried it in for a moment.  The fabric slid down her slender neck, drying it in pats back down to her chest.  She was tempted to go down there in front of him like this and let him see her naked body in its purest form.  But then again, that would have been far too bold of a move for her.  He needed to be eased into this love, turning away from the pain after his failed marriage.  He would have to heal his heart, and she was determined to replace the piece of it that Riley had ripped out.

The white towel wrapped snuggly around her, covering her breasts and folding the top over itself to hold in place.  She took a look down, to double check how much was left uncovered.  Damn, nowhere near enough skin showing.  She folding the top over itself a couple more times, bringing the bottom length up now riding high up her thighs.  There, much better.  If this failed to get a rise out of him, there was seriously something wrong.

The hallway outside was quiet as it was before when she went up to his bedroom.  Her toes dug into the rug, her mind working away trying to figure out where Xavier was.  There was not a sound anywhere.  Quickly yet quietly, she stepped down the steps circling around the spiraling staircase.  About halfway down, she saw a pair of feet resting on the floor of the living room she passed before.  She reached the bottom and found her brother on a black leather couch in front of a laptop computer.  Melissa walked through the arch doorway, giving an extra little swing to her hips.  He broke his stare from the screen before returning back to the light, giving her an almost stunned second look.  She knew he had noticed the extra thigh she was showing off for him.

Melissa Michaels
What are you doing?  Checking out that porn again, you freak?

Xavier Michaels
Funny.  Just ordering the tickets for our flight to the show.

Melissa sat down next to her brother in the empty space to his left, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.  She laid her head on his should, looking at the screen with him as if she were really paying attention to anything to do with it.  She could care less about it details like that, however.

Melissa Michaels
Our flight?  You're coming with me?

Xavier Michaels
Of course, not going to miss your first wrestling match.  I have to be there for it.

Melissa Michaels
That's sweet of you.  You always were the one to think of details like this.

Xavier Michaels
Yeah, I'm just a beast of planning aren't I?

She took her arm from around him and got back to her feet for a moment.  He seemed not to notice it, lost in his own thoughts as she sat down on his left leg.  Her legs were crossed at her ankles as she laid them resting on the couch cushion on his other side.  The right arm she had around his shoulder moved up to his neck and around down to his chest as she snuggled in close to him.  The feel of his arm around her back to her side holding her was reassuring that she was doing this right.

Melissa Michaels
You sound tired, should think about getting a good night's sleep before the flight tomorrow.

Xavier Michaels
Yeah, you're probably right.

His voice sounded groggy, drawling off towards the end of his sentence.  He leaned back, letting his back fall into the couch, his eyes closing shut.  She rubbed her nose against the skin of his neck, starting to whisper in his ear.

Melissa Michaels
I love you, Xavier.

Xavier Michaels
I love you too, Mel.

He sounded as if he was talking in his sleep when he said it, almost in a mumble, but those words were all she needed to hear to give her that extra boost of confidence.  She took his right hand, laying lazily to the side and slipped it between her own thighs.  A slight movement in his fingers, something of a lazy caress.  The feeling was electric, jolts of energy shooting through her legs and up her spine.  Her face flushed a deep shade of red, although she was not shy in the least.  Her lips brushed against his but receiving no response.  Another attempt, only this time longer and more passionate, allowing her mouth to open slightly.  His lips moved in kind, unconsciously responding to her kiss.  Still in contact, her tongue slid against his.  It was happening.  His heart was melting from the stone which it had been turned.  She could feel the flame inside him and she had sparked it.  His hand tightened, groping the inside of her thigh roughly.  Suddenly, however, he now broke away from her lips, ceasing the groping of her leg although his hand was still where it was.

Xavier Michaels
Mel, what are we doing?

Melissa Michaels
What does it look like?  Didn't pay attention during sex ed class did you.

Xavier Michaels
Looks like we're reenacting some scene from a trailer park porno.

She grabbed his hand in her legs and pulled it up, moving the towel with it, his palm against the small cunt.  He tried to pull away from reflex, looking into her eyes with confusion but she held his hand firmly.

Melissa Michaels
Feel that, Xavier?  I'm a woman now, and I choose who I love.  It's you.  Don't let the question of blood stop it, it's childish and stupid to hold onto such ideals.  I'm twice the woman Riley ever was so why don't you love me like you did her?  Let that ice that's been keeping your heart frozen melt and make love to me.  I can see it that deep down in your heart you want to and break the loneliness in your life.  Yes, you're remodeling the house to help forget about Riley, but that's not going to help with what's inside you.  Take me, love me, and heal yourself.

A single tear broke from his left eye, streaming down his cheek.  No, not this.  She wiped the tear away and kissed him again.  He kissed her back, but holding back, not allowing himself to fall into it again.

Melissa Michaels
Don't cry, not with me.  It will help you, I know you see it.

Xavier Michaels
We can't, Mel.  You know we can't.  It's just wrong, I don't know how else to explain it.

Melissa Michaels
If it's so wrong, then why do you feel that doubt.  You love me, I know it, just give into it.  If it's really so wrong, then why is there a screwdriver stabbing me in the back of my leg?

Xavier Michaels
Don't you think I want to?  I do, but I can't do it in good conscious.  I'm supposed to be the one to protect you, not violate you.

Melissa Michaels
By loving me, you will protect me, and violation would be if it was against my will which it is not.  I've been dreaming of you and I can't take it anymore.  Words wouldn't have done it justice, I had to show you.

He looked down, a slight shake of his head.  She was praying he would not cry, it would be too much for her, causing her to feel guilty later.

Xavier Michaels
You should go.  I..... I have to think about some things.  I just really need a clear head right now.

This is what she had feared, however not the worst of consequences.  He had not shoved her away and cursed her, yelling for her to get out.  She was so close, only to have him snatched away at the last second.  She nodded and pulling his hand away from her pussy, holding it in her hand for a long moment before sliding her legs from his lap.  Standing in front of him, she bent down kissing him again and pulling back away.

Melissa Michaels
Think about what I said, my love.  I'll be waiting for when you finally see that I'm right.

Melissa left her brother there to think about the past few minutes.  She did not shed a tear for what had just happened, nor even feel saddened in the slightest.  She had no doubt that he would eventually see the wisdom of her words and allow the love they shared to thrive.

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Scene Two

Throughout the course of the passing hours of the day, not a word had been said between them on the subject of what had happened the day before.  He had acted and talked to her as he always had and she dared not broach the topic of yesterday.  The wait in the airport terminal had been unusually long, the back log of people passing through the security checks, and their flight had been delayed for some reason that was never really explained.  For two hours, they sat in their seats while the pilot and crew awaited their promised departure time.  The situation was very agitating to her brother, snapping at various passerby's and even a few kids who had been very persistent in getting an autograph.  She did what she could to calm him, taking his hand, intertwining their fingers.  Melissa was not sure if it was a remnant from a memory of Riley, that in his mind, it was his ex-wife, not his sister.  Nevertheless, she was going to have to remember that small quirk in him.  To her, it was not using the sadness which he bore like a crucifix on his back, but a way to further the goal she had wished.  When it came down to it, the end justified the means.

By the time they had reached the hotel they were going to be staying for the next couple nights while in town for the show, it was already one in the morning.  She thought he was almost going to collapse in a heap on the floor when they finally opened the door to their room.

Xavier Michaels
God dammit, after this shitty fucking day, why am I not surprised there's no couch.  This just keeps getting better and better.  Remind me to never book a trip online ever again.

The room was modest to say the least, the only furnishings were a queen-sized bed with nightstands on either side and a small, cheap looking desk in the corner.  He looked back to the door, thinking about going back downstairs and bitch at that clerk to a level she believed impossible by a normal person.  Instead, however, he contented himself with pacing back and forth along the short length of the room.  A random mumble of curse here, a growl there.  She rolled her eyes at him and went towards the bed, sitting down on the side.

Melissa Michaels
Xavier, shut up and sit down.

He looked at her in something of disbelief that she could sound so nonchalant about this while she responded with one he would not dare refuse even in his most rage-filled moments.  He obeyed her, sitting next to her, his right hand shaking with something of a slight twitch.

Xavier Michaels
OK, I'm sitting.  Happy now, Princess?

Melissa Michaels
As a matter of fact, yeah.  Now listen to me you big knucklehead.  Sleep in the bed tonight.

Xavier Michaels
And what about you?  You're not going to take the chance of fucking up your back by sleeping on this dingy ass floor on the night before your debut.

She did not bother to reply to this, not with a spoken word at least.  Melissa merely looked him up and down quickly with a smirk.  His eyes widened, once again angry but not because of the room this time.  He jumped up from beside her, shaking his head angrily.

Xavier Michaels
Ah, Mel, no fuck that!  What happened yesterday was bad enough and I'll be damned if I'm going to be remembered as the guy who slept with his sister.  Absolutely fucking not!

Melissa stood up, smiling slyly at him.  She reached up to the collar of her shirt and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, making a view of her cleavage clear as day.  He looked away from her, ashamed he had even found her attractive, but eventually turning back to her.  She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck.  He did not invite the advance, but had yet to push her away.

Melissa Michaels
So, you admit that something happened, that for a moment, you let yourself fall into it.

Xavier Michaels
Mel, we can't.  It's just wrong.

Melissa Michaels
Says who?  Don't get all moral on me now, brother.  We're way past that now.

Xavier Michaels
I don't know, just them.  People, the fuck do I know.  They just do.

Melissa Michaels
I thought you didn't give a damn what people thought of you, you were going to do what you felt you had to.

Xavier Michaels
Yeah, I don't.  But this is different.  I... I just... fuck I don't know how to expla--

His justification for his view was interrupted by his sister's lips meeting his.  Her mouth opened with his, as she finally felt his lust for her pour in its rawness.  The kiss was something far more passionate then the one they shared the day before.  He was not half asleep this time, fully aware of what he was doing and it filled her with an extreme excitement.  She was wearing him down.  His hands gripped her waist roughly before they wrapped around her body, lifting her off her feet.  Still locked in the kiss, Xavier carried her to the bed, breaking his lips away from her only after laying her down and hovering over her.

Xavier Michaels
Listen to me, we'll share the bed, but there's going to be some rules.  No sleeping naked or even in underwear, and no touching in those places you seem to be fond of.

She had her right leg wrapped against his left, moving it back and forth in a rubbing position.  She looked up at him, right now in the position she had always dreamed, beaming.

Melissa Michaels
OK, I swear I won't rape you in your sleep.

Xavier Michaels
Not too much of a promise but I'll have to settle for it.

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before climbing off her, removing his body from hers.  However, this time, the parting of them was not of something being ripped away from her.  She merely lay there where left her on the bed, mightily pleased with herself.

Later that night, she awoke early as the first sign of day could be seen on the horizon.  Xavier lay on his back, his right arm underneath and wrapped around his sister with her snuggled close against him.  He was still peacefully asleep and he much deserved it.  Her hair spread out sprawling against his bare bicep, right arm around his stomach, head laying on his chest.  She finally won him over, she knew it.  He had given in to his lust and it would not be long until he fully committed himself.  She might have to aid him in the road ahead but he would eventually admit to himself that he loved her as much as he had love his ex-wife before marrying her.

She lay there now fully assured that there was nothing she could not do.  Her seduction of her brother had boosted her confidence to an all new level, the one key thing she needed in approaching this match tonight.  If she doubted herself, then Becky could surely see some foolish opened she had allowed by distraction and capitalize on it.  She need not worry about such a possibility now, no worries and nothing to keep her from focusing completely on visualizing her upcoming victory.

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Scene Three

Melissa Michaels stood before her stand up dressing room mirror, double checking her appearance.  Cotton running pants and t-shirt were not the customary attire for a wrestling match, but given the short notice of her being booked so fast, she had very little options and she had to make the best of it.  Her hands reached behind her head, tying her brown hair back in a ponytail.  She turned herself this way and that, admiring herself for a moment before turning away to a long bench.  She sat down, putting on her pair of running sneakers, almost losing herself in thought while tying the laces.

A shadow was being cast over her first match.  The rumors were running all over the arena, not about what had transpired between her and Xavier, but her opponent, Becky Orton was pregnant, or so the gossip said.  What a way to start her career, getting a win over a crippled, pregnant girl.  Honestly, she could care less if poor, little Becky's wrist injury grew worse, or lost her unborn child as a result of this match.  What was eating away at her, really pissing her off by the minute, was that when she won, he victory would be tainted by the fact that it was not fair.  Who gives a shit about fair, she thought.  If she had any qualms about doing the wrestling part of this job, then why bother agreeing to work for them?  It was retarded from her point of view.  She had just signed her deal, and booked immediately, yet she had not bitched about her obligation once.  I guess spoiled bitches like her feel they don't have to follow the rules like everyone else does, she thought.  She was one confused bitch to say the least.  She hated her ex, the guy who cheated on her, snuck in her room and tried to rape her, and yet she wanted to keep the kid with the distinct possibility that it was his.

She would have despised the man who had kidnapped and raped her those three years ago.  Thankfully, however, Xavier had confessed to her a week later that she would never have to worry about running into him on the street nor anywhere else.  If there was any justice in the universe, the bastard was still burning in Hell.  So what the hell was Becky's problem, flip-flopping back and forth with this guy.  After what he did, she could at least show some spine and tear his heart out just like he had done to her which caused her to leave him in the first place.  Hypocritical bitch.  No matter, however, tonight, Miss Orton would finally learn that the world was not as forgiving as herself.  It was cruel, harsh and would make you pay for indecision, much as the view Melissa would adopt tonight out there, in the ring, in front of millions.  A loss like the one Becky was about to endure must truly be humiliating.  She was going to have to make sure to get a tape of this, watch and take pleasure in her own handy work, making Xavier proud that she was just as relentless as he.

She smiled at the thought, make her brother proud, as if she did not intend to bring pleasure back to his life already.  This would be the icing on the proverbial cake.  An aching soreness tore at her chest, how she missed him right now.  He said he had to take care of something to do with his own career path.  The memory of the kiss before he left her there, confident now that she could take care of herself, warmed her but increased her sense of isolation.  She stood up from the bench, walking to the door.  She was going to have to find him, and drag him back here to wish her luck in their own special way before going out there for her match together.