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No One But Me	By : Macelf Category: +G through L > Incredibles, The Views: 61722 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Incredibles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-No One But Me
- 2-Bathroom Choices
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Disclaimer: If I owned the Incredibles, I wouldn't be a college student living with my parents.

A/N: This was written because I am apparently a very disturbed individual. It takes place a few years after the movie, and my be considered AU by some. Please enjoy!

No One But Me

I’m standing here in the door to her bedroom, watching the moonlight bathe her form. She left the window open, as she usually does on hot summer nights, and I can feel the same cool breeze on my face that is currently caressing her milky skin. The blanket was kicked off the bed, her body subconsciously reacting to the smothering heat, revealing the little white tank top and black bikini panties I’ve come to admire. I can feel my arousal growing and quickly slip into the hall, shutting the door as quietly as possible. I watch her almost every night. I’ve done so since I was ten…since that night on Nomanisan Island when I had found comfort lying near my sister’s sleeping form. I will never forget the feelings that day had brought- the pure bliss of waking up snug against her warm body, the shock and disgust of thinking my own sister’s body had felt so nice, and the intense anger that consumed me when I saw that guard trying to hurt her.

“Don’t touch my sister,” I’d said. Not long after that incident, I found myself repeating those words silently on a regular basis. No one touches my sister, I decided…no one but me.

Some part of me kept insisting that what I was doing was wrong, that a brother shouldn’t feel that way about his sister, but that voice eventually died when I turned twelve and puberty hit. After the first night I saw her fifteen-year-old body stretched out naked on her bed, I started to become insanely jealous of any boy who even looked at my sister. As far as her boyfriend of two years was concerned, I despised him. Everything Tony Rydinger did for me, every attempt he made to cozy up to our family, I returned with glares and the occasional few ‘choice words’ if Mom was out of earshot. Then came the night when I overheard Vi talking on the phone with Tony. I had gone there to watch her sleep, not to eavesdrop, but the more I heard, the harder it was to walk away. They were talking, in detail from Violet’s side of the conversation, about the last time they’d had sex. I couldn’t believe it. That asshole had touched my sister! He had the unmitigated gall to take my sister’s virginity! As I returned to my bed, I decided enough was too much. Tony was going to learn to keep his hands, along with the rest of his body parts, away from Violet- the hard way, if necessary. I really hoped it would be the hard way.

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I caught up with Tony after school the next day and asked if I could talk with him privately. He waved off his friends and followed me to a secluded spot between two school buildings where I slammed him into a wall and called him every nasty name I could think of. I looked him dead in the eye and said, ‘Nobody touches my sister,’ then proceeded to beat the shit out of him. I know the idea of a twelve-year-old beating up a fifteen-year-old seems strange, but I had already hit my first growth spurt and being an athlete kept my body hard and toned. Before I could get any farther than a bloody nose and a couple of bruised ribs, though, Tony blurted out ‘It was only once.’ I stopped with my fist reared back and my other hand at his throat, and he went on to tell me that they’d only slept together one time nearly three months ago. They had both wanted to give their virginity to someone special, and the only reason they’d continued dating as long as they had was so he could hide his secret. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he meant, but I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or pissed that Tony turned out to be the fruit I always said he was. I asked him if Violet knew or if he’d been lying to her, and he said he had mentioned his attraction to boys once but had worded it to seem like a passing phase so they wouldn’t break up. He said he didn’t want to hurt Vi, but he was terrified of coming out.

I still had a mad rage on for the jerk, but thinking about Violet had changed the direction of the rush of blood slamming through my veins. An idea came to me, and I said, ‘Prove it.’ When he just stared, I told him to get on his knees and fucking prove he liked dick. I shoved him back into the wall and reached down to release my hard on from its painful constraints. As soon as he hit his knees, I shoved my dick in his face and told him to hurry the fuck up. I watched him open his mouth to take in my penis then had to close my eyes as the pleasure of being surrounded by that wet warmth made me moan. He started a slow rhythm, taking me in a little bit at a time until he nearly gagged. He wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and started to speed up, and then I heard him moan. I opened my eyes to see that his were closed and that he was really enjoying sucking on my dick like a lollipop. For some reason, this reminded me of how pissed off I still was and how he really didn’t have any right to feel pleasure right now, but it felt so good that I almost let it go. Then I saw his right hand reaching down toward his own erection, and I got so pissed so fast that I thrust my hips forward and started pounding his head into the brick wall. His right hand shot up and grabbed at the front of my jeans, probably in protest, but that look of pain and terror on his face while his tears flooded out pushed me so close to the edge that I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to- not that I did.

The white hot explosion of orgasm finally overtook me, and with one last thrust I pinned his head against the wall. I could feel his throat working to swallow my cum, and I let him lick me clean while I slowly came down from the heights of ecstasy. Stepping away to straighten my clothes, I watched as Tony slumped back against the wall. One hand clutched the back of his head while the other wiped away cum that had leaked down his chin. Grabbing Tony’s hair, I yanked his head forward to make sure he wasn’t bleeding then yanked his head back and glared down at him.

“Don’t touch my sister, Tony,” I warned. “Take a few days to heal up then walk away from this façade of a relationship while you still have a skull. And if you tell Vi even one word about our little ‘chat’, I’ll see to it that the whole school finds out your secret. Just imagine how the rest of the football team will react when they find out their star quarterback is gay.” I continued to glare at him until I was sure he understood then grabbed my schoolbag and headed home.

By the time I got home, my conscience was so heavy that I shot straight past my family and shut myself up in my room. I curled up on my bed, the reality of what I had done making it hard to breathe. I had just attacked, practically raped, a boy three years older than me. A boy who, despite whatever was happening inside their relationship, was and probably always would be my older sister’s best friend. I had beat him up and humiliated him, blackmailed him by threatening to out him, and I had liked it. I actually got off on seeing him in pain and knowing I was the one who put him there. When Mom knocked on my door to tell me supper was ready, I told her I was going to bed early and didn’t feel like eating. My stomach was twisting and churning with guilt and self-disgust, and I just laid there in my bed trying to figure out what the hell had happened to me. I had meant to threaten, maybe shove him around a bit to show him I was serious, but wailing on him until he cried? Until he told me a secret he couldn’t even tell his own father? Not part of the plan, man. No way. As night settled over suburbia, I kept seeing the look on his face as I gave my final threat. If the rest of the school found out, he’d be ridiculed. The other football players would probably beat the shit out of him every day. He wouldn’t be able to show his face at school. How could I ruin someone’s life like that?

Around midnight, as I stood over my sister’s sleeping form, I felt my guilt smothered out by my love for her. I did what I had to do to protect my sister.

Being in junior high, I had to find out about how Tony was doing through Violet. Tony wasn’t seen at school for a week, and Violet got more worried with each passing day. She kept calling his house every night to try to talk to him, but he steadily refused to come to the phone. His mother just told her that Tony wasn’t feeling well, but that he should be back in school soon. That Friday, as I found out when I got home from practice that night, Tony had finally shown up for school. I remember feeling like scum as I heard Violet crying in her room, knowing it was my fault that Tony had dumped her during lunch that day, but I couldn’t help smiling. Tony did exactly as I told him, and now Vi was safe and home with me. I went into her room and closed the door behind me, staying near the door and waiting for her to say something. She had her knees pulled against her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, and she was staring off into space as the tears coursed down her cheeks. She glanced at me briefly, more of an intense glare really, and asked me what I wanted. Her voice cracked from crying for so long.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, and she gave me a strange look. I continued, “I’m sorry that he hurt you. I- I wish there was something I could do to, you know, help you feel better…” She stared at me for a moment, then patted the spot next to her on the bed. I slowly moved toward the bed, the anticipation of being so close to her making me nervous. After I sat down, she wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned into me.

“Thanks, Dash,” she said softly. “You know, you’re really pretty cool…for an insect.” She smirked, and I laughed.

For some time, Violet’s relationships were repeatedly short-lived. I kept a close watch on anyone who showed interest in her, and I made sure that every guy that asked her out knew I had my eye on him. It usually took about a month for him to do something that would just piss me off; then Violet would always end up in her room crying, and I would be there to comfort her. This cycle went on for over two years. Then, when I was fourteen, something changed.

Vi had come home crying from her date with Jimmy, a boy she had been dating for nearly four months. I don’t know why I had let it go on for so long, but Violet had just seemed so genuinely happy with the guy. Then I found out the little creep had taken her to the lakeside for a hot and heavy make-out session, and Jimmy inexplicably missed a week and a half of school. He kept his last date with her, just like I told him to, and this happened the night of said last date. It was late when she came home, but I was still awake. I heard her crying as she locked the front door, then I listened to her run to her room and throw herself on her bed. I waited a minute or so and then went to comfort her, slipping quietly into her room and making sure to close the door behind me. Vi’s room was virtually soundproof when the door was shut, she just never remembered to shut it all the way. As had become our custom, I sat down beside her on her bed and ran a hand gently down her back. Her face was buried in her pillow, but I could still make out the occasional sniffle. Finally sitting up, she stared down at her hands in her lap as she spoke.

“J-jimmy broke up with me t-tonight,” she stuttered, fighting back her tears. “I…I can’t believe it, I mean…things were going great. I- I just thought that m-maybe this time, it was real, you know? Like, Jimmy really loved me. I guess I should’ve known better, though, huh?” She sucked in a deep breath. “Of course Jimmy didn’t love me. N-nobody loves stupid Violet.”

“That’s not true,” I argued, grabbing hold of her right hand. I paused, not sure what else to say, but then I didn’t have to say anything. She looked up at me with her big, watery, beautiful blue eyes and tilted her head to the side.

“That’s right,” she said and leaned in closer to me. “You love me, don’t you, Dash? You’re there for me, no matter what happens. You’ve always loved me, haven’t you?” My heart was beating so fast, I could barely breathe. Our faces were so close, I could feel her warm breath on my lips. “Haven’t you, Dash?” she said one last time, though it was really more of a statement than a question.

“Always,” I whispered, and suddenly I was in heaven. Her lips were even sweeter than I ever dreamed they could be, tasting like mint chocolate and coke-a-cola. It started out as a tentative kiss, very soft and cautious, but soon became more urgent and needy. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, pushing at the same time to make her lay down. I felt her tongue probe my lips and opened my mouth invitingly with the sensation of electricity sparking throughout my body. I had been reigning in my need for a long time now, and despite my best efforts I couldn’t make myself slow down. She didn’t seem to mind, though, so I kept at my frenzied pace, running my hands over her body, memorizing every inch of exposed skin with my fingertips. I trailed kisses from her mouth down her neck to the opening of her collar while my right hand pushed up her shirt and bra until her breast was exposed, her modest B-cup fitting perfectly in the palm of my hand. I kneaded the soft mound of flesh gently before pinching her nipple, bringing the tiny bud to attention and eliciting a moan. I bent my head down and took her nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue. Her moan was louder this time, and I felt her hands lock in my hair to keep me from moving away. While my mouth occupied her breast, my right hand slid down her torso until I hit the edge of her hip-huggers. Tugging impatiently at the button, I bypassed the zipper and slid my hand down into her panties where a moist heat awaited me. I heard her gasp as my fingers grazed over her clitoris, rubbing gently at the folds of her sex before slipping a single finger inside. Her breathing was heavy, and her moans were turning into soft shouts.

“Oh, Dash,” she said after I added a second and then a third finger, and my heart swelled. That was my name she called out. I was the one making her pulse jump, I was the one bringing her this pleasure. Me. No one else. My erection was straining against my boxer shorts, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Unzipping her pants, I hooked my thumbs in her waist band and eased off her jeans and panties while she tugged off her shirt and bra. Shortly after, my boxers (I don’t wear shirts to bed anymore) joined her clothing on the floor. For a minute, I just stared at her. I had seen her body naked many times before, but this time it was different. This time, I was touching and tasting every square inch of her beautiful skin. This time, I was making her pant and beg in need as I prepared to enter her body.

Finally, I positioned my cock at her entrance, and Violet wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hands tugged at my head, pulling me down for a deep kiss as I thrust forward. I growled deep in my throat and began a gentle rocking motion, her mewls of pleasure like music to my ears. I sped up as I heard her begging.

“Faster, Dash,” she whimpered. “Please, faster. Harder.” I felt her inner muscles tightening around my dick, her breasts brushing against my chest with each thrust. I began ramming into her, careful not to go beyond human limitations, my mind filled with the ecstasy of finally having my sister all to myself- finally being able to show her how much I loved her, how no one could ever love her as much as I do. I felt her sex clutching my dick as she began to reach her peak, pushing me towards my own. She called out my name as she climaxed, and I joined her shortly, jerking my hips a few times as I filled her with my hot sperm. I collapsed on top of her, our breathing evening out as our hearts seemed to pound in tandem.

“I love you, Vi. Always,” I whispered, putting all of my emotion into those five words. I felt her hug me tightly, and then lean into my ear.

“I love you, too, Dash. I love you, too.” Her words brought me to a whole new kind of heaven. She loved me. She knew that I loved her, and she loved me back. The last thing I remember was smiling as I drifted to sleep.

I woke up on my back a few hours later, my arm wrapped tightly around Violet’s body as her head rested on my chest. She was making lazy circles with her fingers on my abdomen, and I squirmed slightly when she brushed a ticklish spot. I heard her giggle, then I felt her lift her face to look up at me.

“It’s four in the morning,” she whispered, a sharp contrast to her moans of earlier. This thought made me smirk, and I looked down into her eyes. “You should probably go back to your room before Mom and Dad wake up. Somehow, I don’t think they’d really understand this, you know?” I laughed softly, trying not to imagine how our parents might react. That was something I knew would have to be dealt with someday, but I planned to put it off for as long as possible.

I leaned my head down and kissed her gently then let her slide her head off my chest so I could move. I slipped on my boxers and padded across the bedroom floor, stopping at the door when I heard her call my name.

“Yeah?” I asked as I turned. She was smiling, and I returned the smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and I cocked my head in curiosity. “For loving me.” I beamed in happiness.

“Of course, Vi. I’ll always love you.” With that, I turned and slipped out of her room, shutting the door behind me. I slid into my room silently and laid down in bed, remembering the feel of her warm flesh against mine.

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That was nearly a year ago. I’m fifteen, about to start my sophomore year of high school, and Violet is eighteen and getting ready for college. She decided to attend New York State University at Metroville, putting her within five minutes driving distance from home. She’ll be leaving in a week to move into the dorms (‘to fully experience college life’), and I won’t be able to watch her every night anymore. I won’t be able to sneak into her room long after our parents have gone to bed, knowing that she’ll be waiting for me. She did promise to come home every other weekend, though, so I’m not too worried. I leave her alone tonight because she has to get up early to meet one of her professors. Tomorrow night, though…

Tomorrow night, Mom and Dad are taking my six-year-old brother Jack-jack to visit his godparents in Municiberg. They’ll be staying the night, and Vi and I will have the house all to ourselves. We’ll make love in my room, in her room, even on the couch in the living room, just to be a little kinky. And I’ll show her how no one could love her so deeply, so unconditionally; how no one could make her scream and shake to her very core in orgasm. No one could ever truly touch her both physically and emotionally.

No one but me.

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