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It was past her bedtime and Luda had explicitly asked her not to come down because she had Aleksander over to watch movies, but she was thirsty- she'd watched enough movies with her and Aleksander so she didn't understand why she couldn't.

Huffing she slinked down the stairs slowly, hoping not to alert them while she snuck to the kitchen but as soon as she reached the threshold of the living room sounds of grunts and groans filled her ear- audible over the high volume of the television.

A gasp left Alina's lips at the sight of her sister's face, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape as Aleksander knelt behind her, necklace bouncing on his chest as he slammed his hips into her own. His face was also scrunched up in pleasure, eyes shut- his usually immaculate hair mussed and falling into his face. Alina had seen her sister's boyfriend shirtless plenty of times, he spent a lot of time by their pool- he was the one that taught her to swim for crying out loud! But he'd never looked like this, she'd never looked at him like this at least; never admired the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin, the way his skin glowed under the thin sheen of sweat coating his torso. She always thought he was handsome but now she was realising that he was hot- she wanted to kiss him- a real kiss like she saw in the movies Luda told her she was young to watch but allowed her to anyway- not the forehead kisses he usually gave her.

He cracked his dark eyes open, meeting her own- he looked horrified but she simply let out a squeak and ran off not giving him a chance to say anything. She knew enough from kids at school and from some tapes she and Ulla found under Sasha's bed when she was visiting over the summer to know what they were doing- she knew it was why her parents didn't allow Aleksander in Luda's bedroom anymore- but they weren't home! Why'd they have to do it on the couch? She took naps there sometimes! Now she'd never be able to watch TV without thinking about what she'd just witnessed- she loved her sister but that was unforgivable.

She could barely stand to look at Aleksander over breakfast the next morning, Luda was beaming like the cat that got the cream- in a way Alina supposed that she did- staring at Aleksander as he helped her with the cooking. They were disgustingly domestic, Alina crinkled her nose as she watched Luda tip to kiss Aleksander's cheek- it felt gross, like when Zoya and Genya got best friend necklaces without her- was she jealous? She couldn't have been.

"Oh shi- shoot I have to get to class babe," Luda groaned.

Alina thought it was ridiculous for her to go to classes anyway, it was Saturday and she was already a shoo in for acceptance to the University of Ravka. Their parents were prominent members of the alumni, Luda's godmother was married to the Dean of Medicine for crying out loud. Alina wasn't stupid enough to believe that she'd need to work very hard to get into college when the time came.

"That's fine, I can watch Alina for you," Aleksander shrugged.

"Yea?"

"I watch her all the time, remember?" It was true, he watched her a lot, sometimes it felt like they spent more time together than either of them did with Luda. It was like he was her brother and she his sister- he really only ever saw Ulla over the holidays anyway. She knew how to navigate being alone with Sasha- normally… This new development left her extremely confused. She'd known him since she was three and her parents brought her home from the orphanage, he was as much a constant in her life as Luda and her were, she'd never had these feelings before and she had no idea how to handle them.

"Thank you babe, love you," she smiled, giving him a kiss and rushing out of the kitchen.

"Here you go Alinochka, don't tell your sister," Aleksander grinned, handing her a pancake with a chocolate chip smiley face.

She and Sasha always had little secrets they'd kept from Luda, a chocolate chip pancake instead of blueberry, a slasher movie instead of a romcom, the bad words he let her use, the frosty he'd buy her every Friday after picking her up from school- it was standard at this point.

"Thank you Sasha," she smiled.

"So about last night-" he trailed off.

"I didn't see anything!" She gasped, her mouth full, too startled to realise she'd incriminated herself.

"Alina," he reprimanded.

"Okay," she frowned after swallowing. She hated when he used his serious voice on her, she always felt compelled to do whatever he said afterwards. "I saw you and Lu."

"I know, do you know what we were doing?"

"I guess," Alina shrugged with a pout.

"You guess? How do you know anything about that?" He laughed.

"I'm twelve," she shrugged.

"Yea? You think you're all grown up now?"

"Not really, I just know what that is."

"It's something that grownups do okay?"

"You and Lu aren't grown ups," Alina scoffed.

"No, not exactly, but we're older."

"So I can do it when I'm older?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because boys are jerks who don't deserve you."

"But not you. You're not a jerk."

"That's true, but I'm too old for you."

"And you're dating my sister."

"Yea, that too," he chuckled, shaking his head- as if he'd forgotten that for a moment. "Don't tell Lu you saw that okay?"

"I won't." It'd be just another one of their little secrets.

"Good girl," he mussed her hair and gave her another one of those stupid fucking forehead kisses when all she wanted was for him to slam her against the counter and kiss her properly.

She knew it was too much to ask for but on her fourteenth birthday, she finally mustered up the courage.

Aleksander had come back from college- alone- to celebrate her birthday, he took her out for dinner- the perfect precursor to her party the next day. She'd worn one of the new dresses she'd bought to herald in her high school years, she was older now, hotter and more mature, Sasha would see that- even if she did trip over her feet in her heels a little bit.

"Wow who's this? I'm here to pick up my friend Alina but I think I might have the wrong address."

"Sasha," she blushed. "It's not too much is it?"

"You look beautiful, solnishka," he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But it's missing something."

"Wait what?" She nearly panicked at the utterance, she was supposed to be perfect!

"Ah, I see what it is," he smiled, pulling a long rectangular box out of the pocket of his blazer. "You need a necklace young lady."

"You got me a present?" She beamed.

"Don't I always? Hair up."

She bit the inside of her cheek as he stood behind her and secured the clasp of her necklace.

"What do you think?" He rested his large hands on her bare shoulders, the warmth from them pooled in the spot before radiating throughout her entire body.

"I think it's beautiful Sasha," she beamed looking down at the sunburst necklace.

"Your sister helped me pick it out."

Alina willed her face not to fall at the mention of her sister or the lie that Luda had picked it out- she'd been too busy to even come home for her birthday and could barely spare five minutes to talk to her. She appreciated Aleksander lying to spare her feelings though. She also appreciated how he offered her his arm every time they walked, it really took away from the fact that she couldn't walk in the extremely high heels she wore. (The extremely high heels that did nothing for her height- the top of her head barely came up to his chin.)

At dinner he was the perfect gentleman, like she always imagined he'd be- it was her first time being out alone with him in a place this fancy and for a moment she could convince herself that they were a real couple and that this was a date. He let her get whatever she wanted off the menu, looked the other way when she took a sip of the wine he'd gotten for himself and switched plates when she decided that his food looked and tasted a lot better than hers. He was everything she ever imagined a boyfriend should be and she wanted him for herself.

After dinner he helped her up the stairs to her bedroom, her high heels clicking with every step until he knelt before her and undid the ankle straps. And if that was a ploy to get him into her bedroom- he didn't need to know that did he?

"Why'd you torture yourself like this solnishka?" He asked, his tone lighthearted as he wiggled her ankle.

"I'm older now, I wanted to look the part," she shrugged.

"You're fourteen Alina, still a baby."

"I'm not a little girl Sasha," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"You think you're a woman now?"

Woman might have been an exaggeration but she was definitely old enough to do plenty of things, like get a nose job or wear a thong- not like she was doing either- but so many of the girls in her year were AND drinking and having sex. She was responsible, a smart and responsible young adult, why was it so hard for Sasha to see that?

Her breath hitched as he rose to his feet, towering above her as stood before her. "Y-yes," she murmured, tracking the movement of the three steps it took him to sit next to her on her bed.

"I know you think you are but you're still a little girl."

She leant back on her palms, chest out, the way Zoya had taught her to get boys to notice her. "Are you going to give me the talk again Sasha? Tell me to wait to have sex?"

"I trust you're smart enough to have heeded my warning the first time."

She grinned, "don't worry, boys are gross Sasha, they're not like you…"

"I was pretty gross at that age too."

"Bullshit, I remember what you were like," she interjected. She remembered a lot, how he taught her to swim, always had time to play with her- even when he brought his little sister over. It seemed like while Luda's interest in her faded his only grew and it felt nice to know that he cared, for a while it felt nice to feel like his little sister and be treated as such- but she wasn't and she didn't want to be- not anymore.

"Fine, I'm the exception," he conceded. "Maybe when you're older you'll-"

"I don't want to wait til I get older," she whined. "I'm fourteen and I haven't even kissed a boy- it's pathetic."

"No it's not, what's the rush?"

"The rush is- it's probably going to happen at my party tomorrow but I don't want my first kiss to be with any of them. I want it to be with someone special," she pouted. She'd heard from Nikolai that Mal was planning on making a move for her birthday and while Mal was extremely dreamy- he wasn't the boy she wanted... She didn't even want a boy, she wanted a man. "I want it to be you."

"Alina-"

"Sasha please? It's my birthday- it's all I really want."

"Linka, you're a chi-"

"I'm not a child Sasha!"

"Yes, you are. And even if you weren't, I'm with your sister, we can't."

"But Sasha," she sniffled. "Boys are so stupid I don't want any of them."

He draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side- and fuck he smelt so good. "Alina, one day you're going to find a guy who's perfect for you. But unfortunately you'll need to kiss a few frogs first."

"Frogs are gross, slimy bitches I hate them," she pouted.

"I know solnishka," he sighed before pressing his lips to her forehead. The fucking kiss of death that sealed her place in the sister zone. God he really only saw her the way he did Ulla huh? That was depressing.

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"Sorry Lu couldn't be here to help you move in," Aleksander sighed as they walked towards her dorm room.

It was nothing new, Luda was never around, why he was acting like it wasn’t was a mystery to her. "It's fine, I know med students get called in earlier," Alina shrugged. "Besides, you can carry way more stuff than her."

And it was a two hour drive to campus, that'd have been two hours of sitting in the backseat watching Luda and Sasha make goo goo eyes at each other, hold hands and whatever other sickeningly sweet shit they got up to. This way she got to sit up front, listen to the music that she liked AND they could stop for junk food without Luda reminding them to stay on schedule. Well in person at least… She'd periodically checked in and Sasha would tell her that traffic was a bitch whilst Alina snickered into her palms to not raise suspicion.

"Looks like your roommate is already here." Sasha pointed out.

"So it seems," Alina sighed. Maybe they shouldn't have stopped for Wendy's after all.

No matter, so she wouldn't be picking her bed and would probably have less closet space- either way she had an entire clothing rack to hang her stuff on once Sasha assembled it.

Aleksander knocked on the open door before stepping inside, Alina would never get over how much hotter he seemed to get with age. God the way his bicep flexed as he tucked the box under his arm was almost sinful and she found herself thanking every god in existence for the warm weather that permitted him to wear a regular T-shirt.

“Hi, I’m Aleksander this is Alina and you are?”

”Cara,” the tattooed blonde replied gruffly.

”Nice to meet you,” Alina smiled politely. It was the way Sasha had raised her, had he not been there she’d have granted Cara a glare that would curdle even the soy milk she was drinking.

”I’m gonna run down to the car and grab the other stuff, let you and Cara get a bit more acquainted.”

”You sure?”

”I’ve got a lot of calories to burn kiddo.”

”Well move your ass then old man, I’ll be unpacking,” she called as he walked out.

"Your boyfriend is really hot, how'd you get a guy like that?" Cara asked, detaching her lips from the bendy straw of her milk box, clearly more thirsty for gossip than plant based protein.

"I didn't… he's my sister's boyfriend."

"Oh? No judgement here." She chuckled, a clear indicator that there was at least a milligram of judgment.

"What do you mean?"

"For hooking up with your sister's boyfriend."

"What? No- Sasha and I… it's not like that. He's like a big brother to me."

"Cause it's totally normal to look at your brother like that," she replied with a roll of her eyes.

Alina laughed it off awkwardly and thanked every god in existence that Luda wasn’t around enough to to notice her lack of subtlety.

Aleksander's eyes scrambled all over Alina's form when he opened the door to her, he was too afraid to linger in any one place, he was too afraid of what he'd have to confront if he did. Whoever let her out of the dorm dressed like that- in denim cutoffs, a bralette and knee socks with nothing but a fringe jacket to keep her warm… He reminded himself that she was technically an adult now and living in the dorms, a necessary experience for any college student. Next year though, he'd convince Luda to get a bigger place so Alina could stay with them, she'd be safer that way.

"Everything okay solnishka? You had me worried." It was late and she’d called him from someone else’s phone talking about how she needed to come over, naturally he assumed the worst.

"I'm fine, I can stay here tonight right?"

"You can stay here any time, come on in."

"Thanks, I'm gonna shower, I smell like a frat house."

"You ought to steer clear of those places."

"Aren't you in a fraternity?"

"That's- touché, go shower."

He turned up the volume of the television to drown out the sound of the shower running and dull his temptation. He tried to remember when this change happened, when she moved from the cute little sister to the object of the fantasies he'd never confront. He couldn't really pinpoint it- he just knew that one moment she and Ulla were making Dubsmashes by the pool and the next he was adjusting himself.

"Thanks for letting me crash here, my roommate is a nightmare," Alina groaned from down the hall. "I swear to God, she's gonna fuck the entirety of the campus before Christmas break." Aleksander shook his head at Alina's histrionics. "You don't believe me?" She scoffed coming out of the bathroom clad in his Ravka University sweater.

"You're a bit hyperbolic, solnishka. Couldn't find anything of Luda's?" He asked, gesturing to the grey sweater that stopped around mid-thigh with sleeves much too long for her.

"Yours are way more comfy," she shrugged, pulling the sleeves up.

"You're gonna steal that aren't you?"

"I am," she plopped onto the couch next to him. "What are you watching?"

"The Kardashians."

"You're a real pinnacle of taste Aleksander Morozova."

"Like you don't want to find out what happened with Scott in Vegas."

"It's all public knowledge Sasha, they literally break the news months before the show comes out. Social media kills the mystique."

"That's why I'm watching season one."

"You're so fucking stupid," Alina snorted. He was the only man she was comfortable enough to let loose around- do you think she’d have let the frat boy she was fucking with on the side hear her snort? Or see her without concealer? Absolutely not.

"Remember I'm stupid next time you need someone to write you a paper for English class."

"Hey! Don't be like that," she pouted, gripping his bicep. "I'm sowwy."

"Oh you're sowwy huh?" His fingers found her sides and pressed in, tickling her.

"Sasha!" She squealed. "I'MSORRYOHMYGOD!"

"What was that?"

"I'MSORRY!" she giggled.

He’d pinned her down, his fingers still pressing into her sides relentlessly. She could feel heat pooling in her stomach due to the position they were in and she wished more than anything that his fingers would slip lower, to where she needed him most-

"What's going on here?"

Alina lifted her head from the couch and met her sister's eyes, "My roommate's a thot."

"I hate that word, Linka," she groaned before placing a kiss on Aleksander's lips. "I'm going to bed, don't get too loud okay?"

"When have we ever gotten too loud?" Luda shot him a glare that had him chuckling. "We'll keep quiet, dorogaya."

“Oh and by the way can you not start the dishwasher until it’s full this time?”

“What?”

“It’s wasting energy and water and the stuff don’t get as clean.”

“I pre-rinse anyway.”

“You pre-rinse? Just wait until it’s full.”

”I don’t like the mess Lu, you always take forever to load it.”

”So your solution is that?”

Aleksander sighed and nodded, “okay dorogaya, you’re right.”

”Yikes,” Alina winced. “She’s been volunteering at the hospital for extra credit probably why she’s so crabby.”

”No she’s always like that,” Aleksander scoffed.

It seemed as though he was unaware he’d voiced his displeasure out loud so Alina ignored it. They sat in relative silence, hands dipping into the popcorn bowl between them as they watched the horror movie Alina had picked. Ever so often her knuckles would brush his and all she wanted was to hold his hand, intertwine their butter slick fingers and never let go.

"Cara would definitely die in a horror movie," Alina sneered watching the killer swing his axe into the female victim's perfectly symmetrical rack.

"Who among us has not had sex in a car in the woods," Aleksander joked.

"Some of us have self preservation instincts."

"Some of us are virgins."

"No we aren't," she laughed.

"Oh? That's- a shocker."

"Is it? Am I ugly?" She grinned. "Or did you really expect me to stay celibate until marriage?"

"Not until marriage, but uhm- when did that happen?"

"Nikolai Lantsov's Sweet sixteen, with Mal, in a closet."

"You- you're joking- a closet solnishka?"

"I'm teasing- about the closet. It was a motel outside of town, he gave me a flower he got from the gas station and lit a candle then laid on top of me for two minutes."

"Fucking hell Alina, I'm so sorry it happened that way."

"It's fine, not like there's much you could've done."

Actually there was plenty he could have done, he just wouldn't have, if he wouldn't have given her a simple kiss he definitely wasn't going to take her virginity.

"No, guess not. Wish I could've kicked the bastard's ass for being so lame though."

"Sex in general is pretty lame," she shrugged.

"What?"

"I don't get the hype, I get more satisfaction from my vibrator."

The image of her spread out in front of him wearing his clothes working herself over flooded his mind and he tried desperately to shake it.

He cleared his throat, pretending to have been choking on a kernel, "so you don't-"

"Come? No, never. Well not with boys at least, it's honestly depressing at this point, I might have to give up on dick at this point. Male dick at least."

He tried not to think about how frustrating it must feel for her, about how much he wanted to pin her down and make her come and come and come again, on his fingers, on his tongue- his co- but that would be inappropriate. The thoughts alone were- he forced himself to remember her as a child, that usually killed his boner, if he focused hard enough it'd push aside the intrusive thoughts of long legs he wanted wrapped around him, plump pink lips he wanted to kiss and have wrapped around-

He chuckled awkwardly, “It'll happen, keep at it."

"Keep at it?" She laughed. "Okay yea I'll keep at it."

A cheerful three tap knock pulled Alina from the assignment she was working on- not that she’d tell anyone she was doing an assignment over winter break, that was for geeks and squares and she’d sell her left tit to keep that tidbit of information about her life hidden.

On the other side was Aleksander looking magnificent in the evening glow of the setting sun. His smile was as bright as the beams bouncing off of the main house and into the blackout curtains of her pool house abode. For a moment she could pretend that he was dropping by to see her- see her for real- to bend her over the silly pink sofa she’d bought when decorating this place and fuck her even sillier.

She stepped aside to let him in, hiding her smile as she closed the door behind her. What about his happiness was so infectious?

"You look happy," Alina smiled, a squeal erupting from her throat when Aleksander spun her around.

"I am, I have great news."

"Oh?" Heat flooded her cheeks as he held her flush against him, her palms pressed to his chest.

"I'm going to ask Luda to marry me."

"Marry?! Oh- as in a proposal?"

"Yes," he grinned.

"But you're so young!"

"Hardly, I just think it's time, we've been dating for over ten years."

"You were twelve Sasha, maybe you should-"

"Should what?"

"I don't know, anything but this."

"Do you know something I don't?"

"Yes- no?"

"Alina," he pressed.

She tut, "I know Luda okay! She's not exactly the wife and mother type. She'll never have enough time for you and her work will always come first."

"What are you saying?"

"You're not happy in this relationship and you know it. You're forcing a round peg into a square hole to hold on to it because you think it's what you should be doing."

"Did Luda tell you any of this?"

"No." He glowered at her. "No! She didn't- I just- I think you should be with someone who wants similar things."

"Similar things?"

"You know…" He'd always been forthcoming with his desires to have this perfect textbook family, to be the father he didn't have growing up. He wanted children and he wanted them raised by a present and doting mother- that wasn't Luda.

"I don't."

"Someone who's dreamt of marrying you and having all your babies!" She turned away, shame setting in. "Have you guys even spoken about marriage?"

"I- I don't understand, look at me Alina." She shook her head, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. "Alina, stop this, come on, look at me," he spun her around once more, a stark contrast from the whimsy he'd expressed moments before. "Are you crying solnishka? Hey, what's wrong?"

"I don't think- I don't want to lose you." She sniffled.

"You worried that if Luda says no we'll break up and we won't be friends anymore?"

No. "I…"

"You have nothing to worry about kiddo, what you and I have is different okay? I'm always gonna be around for you."

Fuck it.

Alina got on her tiptoes and closed the distance between them, crashing her lips against him. She knew she caught him off guard and that she'd never get this chance again. She tried her best to savour it, the feel of his silky hair balled up in her hands, the taste of his tongue as she rolled hers over it- for a brief moment everything was okay. Until he pulled her off of him.

"WHAT THE FUCK ALINA?!"

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I just-"

"I'm with your sister- I watched you grow up- you can't- you can't do that!"

"Don't propose to her Sasha."

"Is that why you kissed me?"

"No- I just- I have feelings for you. I have for a while and-"

"No. You can't have feelings for me- you're like my little sister."

"Except I'm not! I'm not your sister and I haven't thought of you like a brother for a really long time. I could really make you happy Sasha."

He tugged his arm away from her lest he be further tempted by her proposal- whatever her proposal was… It was sick and wrong- wasn't it? He was in love with Luda, he knew that much. He couldn’t do anything with her little sister. “I need to go… I'll talk to you later."

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The frantic knocking on the door of the pool house startled Alina, she'd just settled in under her mass of blankets and gotten comfortable for the night- whoever disturbed her had better have a damn good reason she thought.

"Sasha?" She yawned, taking in his haggard appearance. It'd only been a few hours since he'd left, since she'd kissed him and made a complete idiot of herself.

"Can I come in?"

She nodded and stepped aside, unsure of whether or not her decision to wear his sweatshirt to bed was a wise one. "So… What brings you by?" She wrung her hands together nervously and stared at her sock clad feet, unsure of how to navigate this new precedent between them.

"Thought we could watch a horror movie?"

Dramatically and as if on cue, a bolt of lightning struck, splitting the sky and stranding Aleksander there until the rain stopped.

Alina wanted to press, see what prompted his reemergence but instead she popped some popcorn and pulled a bottle of sparkling rosé from her fridge.

Twenty minutes in the movie, one bowl of popcorn and three quarters of a bottle of wine down, Aleksander finally spoke up.

"Luda and I had a fight," he said.

"About?"

"Marriage, kids," he shrugged. "I don't know… I thought we wanted the same things."

"Did you propose?"

He shook his head, "I just wanted to see if we were on the same page. We aren't… Just don't say I told you so."

"I would never," she tsked, squeezing his knee. "I'm so sorry Sasha."

"I just don't get it, sometimes I wonder if she even loves me, you know. Sorry I shouldn't- she's your sister…"

"Which is why I understand exactly what you mean," she gave him a sad smile. "I mean you were there, sometimes you were there more than she was. It's nothing personal."

"I just wish I could do this with her, you know. Just sit and watch a movie and not have to worry too much about anything."

"Luda loves you," She scoffed. "If she didn't she'd be an idiot and we know she's not."

"I don't know…"

"Sasha, you're the best boyfriend ever. If any of my boyfriends were as good as you-"

"What?"

"Well I wouldn't be single for starters," she chuckled. "Seems you were right when you said boys were jerks who don't deserve me."

"Of course I was solnishka, you're perfect. I wish I could kick every single one of their teeth in."

"Okay Scott Pilgrim," she joked. "If you're gonna fight every guy I've ever hooked up with I think you're gonna need to sleep."

"Can't need that much if they're too incompetent to make you come. Fucking disappointing."

"A largely universal disappointing experience I fear," she laughed.

"Because they're stupid and selfish,"

"Well most men are, except you of course," she chuckled.

He stared at her, his eyes fixed on the soft curve of her plush pink lips. Her soft fucking lips that he had to pry from his own earlier- it was for his own sanity really perhaps even his salvation, he'd definitely go to hell if he acted on half the thoughts he had in mind. But fuck it, God would understand right?

She gaped as she stared at Aleksander, he'd initiated their kiss- she was dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?"

"Being stupid and selfish," he scoffed pulling her into his lap. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't ever stop."

"Wanted to do this for so long," he murmured against her neck.

"Me too," she gasped. "So long."

He pulled back, a lazy grin spread across his face as he drank her in. "So fucking pretty, you always wear my shirt to bed?"

"I was cold," she shrugged. "Some nights I don't wear anything."

"Fuck," he slid his hands up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, resting them there on the bare flesh exposed by her cotton thong. "And when you're naked in your bed, do you touch yourself?"

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.

"What do you think about when you're touching yourself?"

She flushed, too embarrassed to tell him that it was almost always him, the same sight from all those years ago, how she'd wished she'd stayed long enough to have seen what he'd looked like when he came.

"Come on malyshka, tell daddy what you think about when you play with this little cunt of yours," he rubbed his fingers over her clothed slit and maintained tortuous eye contact with her as he filled her ears with those filthy words.

She obviously knew Sasha fucked- she'd seen it after all- but she was caught completely off guard with this development. It wasn't even his fault… The only experience she had with dirty talk outside of porn was the drunken ramblings of frat boys; embarrassing grunts of you like that baby as they did something she did in fact not like. Envy overtook her, was this what Luda got all the time? She knew she shouldn't be thinking about her sister while her boyfriend was literally about to fuck her brains out and tried to put her out of her mind but that was easier said than done.

"Cat got your tongue baby?" Aleksander gripped her chin, prying her mouth open- seemingly checking to see if her tongue was intact.

She shook her head, an action he'd mimicked in the most condescending way possible- who the fuck was the man beneath her? Gone was the sweet guy she'd grown up with, in his place- something she could have never conjured up in her wildest dreams.

“Then speak up baby."

"You."

"Hmm?"

"I think about you… daddy."

"Daddy thinks about you too sometimes." He ran his thumb over her lips, "These pretty little lips around my cock." Her eyes fluttered shut beneath his fingertips, "these big, beautiful brown eyes staring up at me."

"You think my eyes are beautiful?"

"Have I ever lied to you?" He asked, staring up at her.

She shook her head as she tried to hide the grin tugging at her lips, his compliments would be the death of her.

"Can't wait to see these pretty little tits," he groaned. His fingers slinked like spider legs up her torso, inching closer until they found their prize. He arched a brow, intrigued by his discovery. "You got your nipples pierced young lady?"

"Summer before senior year," she admitted. "Ulla and Zoya's idea."

"Course it was." He sucked in a sharp breath after he'd tugged her- well his- shirt over her head. "Fuck," he grunted in frustration before his dipping his head down to her stomach and pressing a kiss to her pierced navel. "Such a perfect little body. I'm gonna fuck you so hard baby."

"Please," she whimpered.

"Oh you'd like that huh? Daddy fucking you open on his big cock, you want me to make this little pussy come?"

"Yes, oh God yes."

"Gonna need you to be a little patient first okay? Daddy knows that's not your strong suit but I promise it'll be worth it okay?" He punctuated his request by pressing a kiss to her ribcage and she swore she lost all motor functions right then and there.

"Yes daddy," she nodded.

He pulled her nipple into the warmth of his mouth and laved his tongue over it with all the fervour of a child trying ice cream for the first time.

Goosebumps littered her skin and she couldn’t tell if it was from cold or Aleksander’s touch but she was willing to bet that it was the latter. She felt like her nerves were alight, every inch of her body buzzing with excitement for him. She’d waited so long for this.

He carried her over to her bed and deposited her atop the duvet as if he was handling the most precious of cargo, the tenderness a complete deviation from the filth he'd been filling her ears with moments prior.

"Hmmm, let's see this little cunt now." She shuddered as he pressed open mouthed kisses down her stomach, it was common knowledge how sensitive she was there so she knew he did it to torture her.

"Sasha please-" she gasped shoving his head away.

"You want daddy to stop? I can stop baby, I'll stop and go sleep on the couch."

The thought of him so close yet so out of reach sounded like torture to her, he couldn’t.

"No," she whined. "I just need you so badly, please."

"Yea?"

"I’ve waited so long for this, please don't make me wait any longer."

He shook his head, "so impatient malyshka." She yelped as the waistband of her thong snapped against her hip bone. "Fine, let's give the baby what she wants so badly."

"I'm not-"

"Holy fuck-" a trail of her slick followed the trajectory of her panties as he slid them down her legs, she'd never been this wet in her entire life.

She'd have been embarrassed if Aleksander wasn't staring at her pussy with wide eyes and a mouth that was practically watering.

"What a mess we've made,” he uttered, amazed by the sight.

Without warning his tongue was sweeping between her folds, spanning the expanse of her slit like he was starving. He slurped at her clit almost as if he were trying to suck her entire being- body and soul- out in one steady, circuitous motion.

"Fuck- Sasha," she gasped. "It's-"

"You taste so good baby, wanna eat you out for hours."

"No," she gasped.

"No?"

"Need your cock. Please, please please."

“You’re so pretty when you beg, you know I can’t say no to you.”

“Take your clothes off, I need to see you.”

“Oh you need to?” He taunted. “I don’t think so.” He flipped her onto her stomach and held her in place with a hand on her lower back.

She was shocked to discover she’d liked that, the feeling of being completely manhandled… It excited her.

“What am I gonna do with you,” he tsked. “I leave you alone for five minutes and you turn into such a little whore.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t believe that, you weren’t sorry when you let those stupid boys stick their cocks inside you.”

“I wished it was you, every time.”

“Oh yeah?” He eased himself inside her, letting out a low groan at the way her cunt gripped his cock. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Ngh-“

“What was that baby?”

“Fuck me, please.”

“At least you’ve got some manners,” he commented.

This wasn’t how she’d expected this would go, she’d imagined a bit more romance at least- it was Sasha after all. Late at night with her fingers nestled inside her cunt she’d envisioned slow and steady missionary with lots of kissing and eye contact- this….

This almost punishing pace- was the complete opposite. She could feel his thumbs bearing down on her lower back, seeking refuge in the contours of her dimples; the soft material of his basketball shorts pressing against the backs of her thighs and the absolutely maddening sensation of his balls slapping her clit as he ploughed into her.

“Oh fuck Sasha,” she cried out, eyes squeezed shut as she gripped her pink velvet throw. “Fuck that’s so good-“

“Yeah? You like this?” He crooned, his voice husky and barely above a whisper. His breath was hot on her ear but the sensation sent shivers down her spine. “You like me fucking you like a little whore?”

“I love it!” She cried.

“Fucking your sister’s boyfriend- you’re a fucking slut aren’t you?”

“Yes! I’m a fucking slut Sasha.”

She cried out when his palm collided with her ass cheek, the sting reverberated through her sending shockwaves down her spine.

“Fuck, I wanna see you baby.”

She whined at the loss of him but smiled at the sight of him, his forehead was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and his cheeks were rosy. He was still wearing too many fucking clothes- i.e. all of them, his stupid hoodie and basketball shorts. His cock stood proudly against his stomach, larger than anything she’d ever taken, she’d have trouble believing it if she couldn’t still feel the indentation of him deep inside her or taste herself on him.

She’d never sucked a cock unprompted, she hated giving blowjobs- stupid boys shoving her head onto their unimpressive dicks, a faceful of unkempt pubes and a sore throat from being speared repeatedly and awkwardly at the pleasure of useless men only to be rewarded with a mouthful of battery acid that she was expected to swallow. Aleksander’s cock though, it beckoned to her, the bead of precum a beacon luring her like a majestic lighthouse amongst the rock hard planes of his thighs and abs. She took him into her mouth, catching him off guard as she pulled him in until she was gagging.

“That’s enough of that, lie back baby,” he pulled his hoodie over his head. She could feel herself growing wetter with each inch of skin exposed to her, Saints he was so hot.

Hotter than the spot in hell she no doubt reserved for herself when she let him slip his cock inside her cunt for the second time that night. Luda would understand wouldn’t she? She didn’t really love Sasha, not like Alina did.

Luda didn’t appreciate the way his cock had a curve that slammed against the gspot in missionary the way Alina did; she didn’t appreciate how big his hands were when they gripped her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes when he fucked her the way that Alina did and Alina was more than willing to bet that Luda had never called him daddy, desperately and wantonly as she came the way Alina did. No, Luda never begged for Sasha’s come deep in her cunt and his babies in her womb the way Alina did.

She’d understand, she’d bury herself in work maybe volunteer in some poor country and by the time she got back she’d be ready to spoil her nieces and nephews no problem.

Alina could see it now, the culmination of the life she’d fantasised about all those years, it was coming and it was perfect.

It was just a dream.

A silly fucking dream. The sex was real of course, it was too good for even her imagination. She and Aleksander laid in bed for a few hours afterwards, not talking just basking in the comfortable silence and the warmth their coupling had generated. She was mentally preparing herself for a lifetime of moments spent like this, lying in his arms. Then the rain stopped, any minute the sun would come out and shine a spotlight on the great sin they’d committed; as much as she hated it, she had to let him leave.

He went over to his house and she went to bed, pleased with the fact that when she woke up they could do this all over again.

Saints, she was naive.

She woke to congratulatory messages in various group chats, the rock on Luda’s finger was bright enough to blind her and sharp enough to leave a jagged cut in her heart.

The fucking coward went through with it and Alina was forced to play the doting sister at their fucking engagement party when all she wanted to do in that moment was shove him through the window of the fancy high rise her parents had decided to host the event in.

She stood next to Ulla during his speech, having ignoring the dry and overcooked fish the waiter had placed in front of her during dinner; she allowed the copious amounts of champagne she’d consumed and the anger bubbling similarly to satiate her as Aleksander regaled everyone present with some anecdote about how much he loved Luda.

He loved her so much that ate his come out of her little sister’s cunt and told her how much he loved it. Ridiculous.

Alina giggled, hiding her face in her hands, "sorry- I'm sorry- continue," she sputtered out during bouts of snickers.

"Shhhh," Ulla grinned, smacking her in the arm.

"As I was saying-" Aleksander continued, flashing his megawatt smile and getting everyone present to resume eating out the palm of his hand. She hated how easy it was for him to do that.

She flagged down the waiter and grabbed two flutes, she needed a top up after downing her last one when Sasha’s speech ended.

"Hey-" Alina cried out as her champagne flute was snatched away.

"Come here," Aleksander commanded, linking arms with her so he could haul her away without arousing too much suspicion.

"What's this? You wanna go again daddy?" She asked, when he shut the door of the coat closet.

"What the fuck Alina?! Are you trying to ruin my engagement party?"

"No? Why would I do that?"

"Are you fucking high?" He asked, gripping her chin so he could examine her better.

"Maybe a little tipsy,” she shrugged, shoving his hand away.

“What the hell is your problem?”

“I think it’s obvious.

”Explain it to me like I’m five.”

"You're still proposing to her? After what happened between us? After how you fucked me?"

"Alina-"

"No, how could you?"

"I told you I love her, that we couldn't do this."

"But we did! We did do it and it was perfect and magical- I know you felt it too."

"She's your sister."

"And I'm in love with you!"

"No you aren't."

"I am, I have been since I was twelve years old Sasha."

"You have a crush Alina, a silly crush that'll pass."

"Silly crush?! Are you kidding me?! We slept together Sasha!"

"I made a mistake, a mistake I can't afford to let ruin my relationship with Luda."

"Mistake?" By this it was getting harder and harder to keep back the tears that prickled in her eyes but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying over him.

"We can't do this Alina, it's not worth-"

"Not worth it? I'm not worth it? I was when you were having doubts about this. What was I? Some pit stop so you could know what another pussy felt like before you saddle up with your wife?"

"Alina of course not how could you think that?"

"How could you do that? Let me think that I'd finally-"

"I'm sorry, okay? I fucked up and I can't fix it,” he sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “I don't think we should be alone together anymore."

"Yeah you made that clear when you left me there and went to propose to my sister. Some gentleman you are, you have everyone here fooled."

”That’s not what happened,” Aleksander hissed. “I wanted…”

”What? What did you want?”

"I need to get back."

"Yeah to your fucking fiancee,” Alina scoffed.

”Alina please, don’t mess this up for me. She’ll forgive you but not me.”

Alina rolled her eyes, she was Luda’s sister on paper- not by blood. She loved her parents but in the back of her mind the nagging voice still reminded her that they could take everything away from her. She was eighteen, they had no obligation to her anymore she’d have fend for herself… Aleksander had been a constant in Luda’s life before she even met Alina- would she really chose her over him? Alina wouldn’t tempt faith.

”Just go Aleksander.”