"Sister"
Part 1/1
By Diana ([email protected])

Rating: R
Spoilers: Based on Kyle's sisterly feelings for Tess from "Heart ofMine."
Author's Notes/Warning: This story is *not* for everyone. It is a conventional couple story (well, sort of) but it has some unconventional undertones. Max/Isabel, the paring that influences some aspects of this story, tends tobother some people. Please don�t read this story if you are one of those people�
Summary: Kyle and Tess' feelings for each other are hard to define...



She's got your eyes.

She is nothing like you. You've convinced yourself of that. She's smart. She's sweet. She's blue eyed and beautiful. You are none of those things.
Her eyes light up when she sees you. They don't do that for anyone else. It makes you feel sort of special. Like she's saved that one happy expression just for you. It makes you smile. It makes you feel loved. It makes you feel other things too. You don't like to think about those.

She reminds you of home. She's a part of your family. She's a part of you.
You want her.

You've been trying to ignore it for months. You don't want to think about it but she's got you. You want her. You can't help yourself.

The light in her eyes always burns out halfway through your conversations. Her eyes get so dark that they're almost purple. Almost as dark as yours. At first, you thought that she was getting sick of you. Now you're not so sure. She loves you now, in some kind of way, just like you love her. And she never looks at you as if she hates you. She just looks at you differently. It makes you wonder. And it makes you think about the things that you don't really like to think about.

It makes you sick.

You know how you feel and you're ashamed of it. That doesn't mean you can't get away from it. You think about her all the time and every time you think about her, you get angry with yourself. 'It's not right. It's not smart. It's not fair.' Your heart and your body protest the way your mind and your mouth won't. You've learned to ignore your feelings and that means you don't talk about it. That doesn't mean you don't dream about it.

You tried to sleep tonight. You had empty dreams about hollow blue eyes. You must have cried out in your sleep. She must have heard you. She came to you.

You woke up and found her standing over you. She was staring down at you with a funny look on her face. You couldn't tell if it was a smile or not. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked at her.

She knows.

You don't know where that thought came from. You can just barely see her in the half-light of the room. She's trembling but it isn't cold and she isn't afraid of the dark. She turns her head a little and you can see her eyes. They're so dark that they're almost purple. Almost as dark as yours.

She feels it too.

She's fast. Her mouth is on yours in less than a second and then it's gone just as quickly. You stand and face her, unsure if you should touch her or not. You reach out to her and realize that you've been trembling just as hard as she has. Only, it isn't cold and you're not afraid of the dark.

She touches you but she doesn't look at you. Her hand wraps around your arm that somehow found its way to her shoulder. She doesn't move. You can't tell if she's trying to push you away or pull you towards her. You don't know what's worse. Her fingers make their way to yours and she pushes your hand from her shoulders, up the side of her neck, to her face. You can feel her trembling beneath your fingertips.

That's when you made your mistake. You should have left. You should have done something to stop yourself. You should have pushed her away. You should have run.

She didn't look at you after she kissed you. She didn't look at you when you touched her. But when she touched you, when she took your hand in hers, when she placed the tips of your fingers against her cheek, she looked up. She kissed your palm lightly, so much so that you could barely feel it, and then she looked up. Her eyes changed colors in the silver-blue light of the moon. And you knew how she felt by looking in those eyes. 'She knows. She feels it too. She wants you.' She was dark and beautiful. And you were lost. You kissed her.

It's nothing like the kiss she gave you. It's hot and wet and awkward. Your teeth clack together. Your noses bump. She bites your lip once. You don't know if that was by accident or not, but you don't really care. Both her hands and yours reach the waistband of her pajamas at the same time. She flinches. You hesitate.

"Don't." You finally hear your conscience speaking to you. "Stop. This is wrong. We can't do this."

You pull her hands away from her waistband and lace your fingers through hers. You want to tell her that you should stop but you can't seem to find the words. She must be able to hear your thoughts. She raises your hands to her lips again and kisses you softly, reassuringly.

"Please," she whispers.

That's all it takes.

Now you can feel yourself inside her. Feel her heart beating in rhythm with your own. Taste her blood and yours on your mouth. You both bite your bottom lip a little too hard when you're nervous. Her sweat is on your skin. Her nails are in your back. She is wrapped around you and you are wrapped within her and you have both forgotten how to think or breathe.

You open your eyes. It's better if you don't. At least that way you could try to separate yourself from this. Pretend it's not happening. Pretend you didn't want it. But you shudder and pull as far away from her as you can get without breaking your connection and you open your eyes.

She's pale. She's panting and shaking and her hair is plastered to the side of her face. She's ugly. She's crying. She's blushing. She hasn't let go of you and you don't think she's going to. She's beautiful.

You pray she doesn't open her eyes. Maybe that way she could save herself. You've gone too far and you know that. You love her and you hate her all at once. You don't want her to feel that way about you. But you feel her arms tighten around you and you feel her shudder like just you did and you are immediately aware of one thing. She is you.

She opens her eyes.

She's got your eyes and you can see yourself reflected in them.

The End