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Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

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Mason began to stir a bit as Ashlin was stepping out of the room, never one to be a heavy sleeper himself. He was faintly aware of her leaving the bed, though he had slept more soundly over the past several hours than he could remember having done in a long time. Slowly pushing himself up, he raised a hand to rub the back of his head, muttering to himself a bit about various things, but mostly the headache that made his brain feel like a dozen grenades were exploding repeatedly inside his skull. Finally he managed to force himself to his feet as he stumbled into his bathroom and went to take care of the most prominent issue of the morning for any man. He stood in front of the toilet for what felt like an hour to him, and when the bladder was finally drained, he moved to turn on the shower.

Rather than a hot shower, he preferred his to be more toward the cool side of the spectrum, though not cold, so he did turn the hot nozzle just a little. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he grabbed a towel and placed it on the rack before stepping in, just enjoying the feeling of the water cascading over him for several minutes as he replayed the events of the previous night in his head. The thoughts of the things he and Ashlin did excited him a bit, but there was also the harsh reality of it in the back of his mind. They were siblings. Even if it was only a half-blooded relation, it was still there. He wasn't sure what to think, honestly. He had never in his life felt so wonderful, so natural with anyone, and he wasn't sure he wanted to give that up. But how could they carry on? They would definitely have to talk about it when they were more awake and coherent, whether they liked it or not.
 
She wasn't sure how long she stayed in the shower, but Ashlin soon felt the water turn cold and heard the upstairs shower turn on. Turning the water off, she stepped out and grabbed a towel, wiping herself down. She felt much cleaner, but not enough to erase some of what happened last night. It was an odd state to be in, to want but not want to forget. She was confused and not wake enough to handle it. Keeping the towel wrapped around her body, she went into the kitchen and rummaged around. Even with being in the army, she never took to drinking coffee and she knew that Mason would still have some in the house. It wasn't long before she spotted the little box of tea bags and withdrew two. Grabbing the tea pot, she filled it with water and put it on the stove, setting the knob to HI. As she waited for the water to boil, she grabbed a mug and put the tea bags in along with enough sugar to satisfy her taste buds. She thought of setting Mason up a cup, but she really wasn't sure. With a small huff, she put another mug out for him in case he wanted some, too.

In the mean time, her mind churned over what had happened last night. She remembered all of it, even with some bits being a little hazy. But she remembered how she had let him dominate her, pin her down, and mark her up; had practically begged him, in fact. It blew her mind that she had wanted him to take control and not allow her to think. And the positions - she hadn't done it quite like that. It made her mind reel. She had always known she was kinky but had only experimented a few times before she left. She found herself getting a little afraid she'd crave more - specifically with Mason. The sex had been explosive, mind-blowing, life-changing...her body was already heating up and she found herself panting a little for breath until the whistling of the kettle startled her. With a gasp, she calmed her racing heart and poured the water into her mug, hands shaking a little.

"Get a fucking grip.."

She murmured, tightening her grip around the mug and kettle handle. Pouring in enough water, she put the kettle down and stared into the tea cup, letting the tea steep. The hotness of it was close to scolding her hands, but she didn't let go of the mug. Maybe if she held on, the pain would wake her from whatever the fuck state she was in.
 
It wasn't long after Ashlin had left the shower that Mason was walking down the steps, only a towel wrapped around his midsection as he had been too tired to even think of looking for his robe, or to attempt stepping into some shorts or pants, too afraid he would crash face first to the ground if he tried. He shuffled into the kitchen to see Ash sitting there with a cup of hot tea in her hands, and noticed she'd set out a mug for him as well. Adding some sugar to the cup, he dropped a tea bag in and poured the hot water over it before moving to sit across from her at the table. She seemed lost in thought, so he said nothing for the moment.

Bringing the mug to his lips after stirring the bag into the water to mix it a bit, he closed his eyes and took a sip before setting it on the table. He then looked up at his sister and pursed his lips gently. They had to talk. They couldn't just pretend it hadn't happened. He started to speak, but no words came out. The look on her face was enough to stop him. She was obviously troubled, as he was, and unsure what to make of everything, and he just couldn't bring himself to lay even more stress on her, so he simply snapped his mouth shut and frowned softly. Grabbing his mug from the table, he took another sip, deciding he would simply wait for her to speak when she was ready to do so, his expressive eyes telling her he was ready to listen when she was ready to talk.
 
Ashlin didn't look up as he walked into the room, knowing he was basically naked and just had a towel on. She wasn't really prepared to see him like that just yet, not really remembering if she had put marks on him or not. She may have, but that was a little bit hazy. Rubbing one of her temples, she took a sip of her tea, feeling it hit her tongue nicely. She felt herself relax in degrees, but she didn't think she would fully relax right now. Not with how things were. She heard him make his own cup before sitting across from her. When had she sat down? It just showed she was more in her head than she thought. Rubbing the back of her head, she let out a small sigh before she wrapped her hands around the tea cup. She really didn't know what to say and knew he didn't either and saw his expression out of the corner of her eye. Fuck, he looked good. Her sore body was already hot and she didn't want it to be. She didn't want to think about pulling hard on his hair and kissing his lips until they were swollen. Shaking her head, she took another sip of tea before she spoke softly, voice a bit gravelly.

"What the fuck happened last night..."

It wasn't like she didn't remember, but she wanted to hear his side of things. She knew she had been pretty goddamn stupid, but she wanted to know what he thought of her. For some reason, that meant more than their taboo of the evening. More than how they had crossed so many lines that siblings weren't meant to cross. So much more than any alcohol explanation could try to come up with. It was hard to see him as just her brother because of last night. Last night...they'd done so many things. She really didn't know if she could handle that thought. They weren't just siblings. They were lovers.
 
"I'm not sure," Mason answered softly, looking at Ashlin over his cup as he held it in front of him. He then took a sip and set the cup down, looking her directly in the eyes as he said his next words, choosing them carefully but wanting to express how he felt about it. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, then met her gaze once more. "I know it was probably the single most amazing experience of my life, though. And I'm glad it was you I got to share it with." He sank into his seat a bit, having answered her honestly, though he wasn't sure how she would take that admission. It didn't matter, now, though. He had said it, and there was no taking it back. He could only hope that she wouldn't be so freaked out by it that she'd take off running out the door.

Grabbing his tea, he took another sip to try and steady himself over the next few seconds as she likely took the time to let his words sink in and process. His hands were shaky, and he was obviously a bit nervous about her response. The truth was, there was nobody he'd ever been closer to than his sister, even with their separation, they had always had a bond with each other unlike anything they shared with anyone else. For some reason, their previous night's activities held no regrets for him. There was fear, but that fear was that she might reject him, reject what had happened and start to pull away from him. More than anything, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle losing the bond to her that he'd always felt so strongly.
 
She bit her lip at his admission, finding her cheeks turn red. She wasn't sure how to even respond to that, she felt so lost. Wiping a hand down her face, she soon was sipping her tea, trying to figure out what to say. She came up with nothing. It was pretty blank. Unconsciously, her hand moved to the marks on her neck and rubbed as if she could hide them from his sight. Maybe she wanted to draw his attention to it, maybe she didn't. She really wasn't sure. This was all so confusing. Finally, a question formed in her mind and escaped her lips.

"Why didn't you try to stop me?"

She was confused and didn't understand exactly how last night went so far. She combed her fingers through her hair, taking another sip from her tea. She was so tempted to see if she could find a pack of his cigarettes and smoke one. She needed something to focus on. She saw that his hands were shaky and he looked just as lost as she was. It just wasn't a good situation for either of them to be in. It was crazy. This whole thing was crazy.
 
Mason knew the answer even as Ashlin asked the question, though he wasn't sure how much she would care to hear it. He wasn't going to lie to her, though. He never had before, and he wasn't starting now. "Because I wanted it," was all he said. Her reaction had given him the impression that she hadn't, or wouldn't have, making him feel a bit stupid for the admission. Still, he wasn't going to lie about how he felt about things. Of course he was confused, and quite concerned with the events that had transpired, but he did know it was something he'd wanted.

Standing, he turned to leave the table as he walked up the stairs and to his bedroom to grab some clothes. His head had cleared quite a bit by that time, and he felt confident enough to at least try to dress himself. Stepping into his room and dropping the towel to the floor, he began to go through the drawers and closet, collecting clothes to pull on to provide him at least a shred of dignity, feeling it had been stripped from him in just a few words. He was conflicted over so much. Should it really bother him this badly that she seemed almost mortified at the situation? Shouldn't she? Shouldn't he? He suddenly just stopped, sitting on his bed and burying his head in his hands, shaking it gently, unsure if he should feel the way he did.
 
Her face went completely blank at his admission, her mind not quite able to wrap around the words that he admitted to her. She just couldn't fathom what was going on at that exact moment, and as a soldier, she felt ashamed that this situation was affecting her so badly. When he got up to leave, she stayed at the table, knowing she didn't have a change of clothes except what she had worn last night. Did she even want to touch those clothes? Did she even know where they there? Sighing, she moved about the house, finding her clothes and putting them on as she found them. Soon, she was dressed, but it didn't feel like she was in any better of a head space. This whole scenario was just...beyond what she thought it would have been. And then it hit her.

Soon, she was marching up the stairs and storming into Mason's bedroom. When she saw him, she felt her resolve almost crumble. He looked so stricken, kind of how she felt. Still, she knelt in front of him and pulled his hands away from his face and kissed him hard on the mouth. She thought tears might leak from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't think about it. She just kissed him as if to reassure them both that the feelings were there and real and not just a product of drunken mistakes. She didn't want to think of it as a mistake. She wanted to think of it as a wonderful night with Mason..

"I wanted it, too."

She admitted softly, barely a whisper of breath against his lips. Her eyes told her truth and she hoped it was enough for him to accept as she pulled away from him, feeling like they didn't have a lot of alone time left. Maybe it was just her paranoia slipping back in. Or maybe it was something else. She wasn't sure. Hell, she was never sure.
 
Mason had been surprised when Ashlin walked into his room, pulling his hands away from his face, then kissing him passionately. His hand instinctively moved to her head, cupping the side as he kissed her back with equal intensity. This time there was no alcohol to blame. They were both sober and fully aware of what was happening. Even though they had been a bit drunk the previous night, they still knew exactly what they were doing. The alcohol had only been an excuse to let out their desires and see to the needs of one another that had far too long been denied.

When she pulled away from him to look into his eyes, admitting she had wanted it too, he nodded slightly in response. "I'm glad," he said, managing a slight smile before realizing he had still been sitting there naked. Looking down at himself, he grabbed for the covers instinctively to pull them around his waist, offering a sheepish grin to his half-sister. "Um...sorry...about that." Swallowing softly, he tried not to look too embarrassed at his state of dress. Then again, it was nothing she wasn't quite intimately familiar with, even though she hadn't seen the sight while sober before that moment.

Clearing his throat a bit, he sat up straight, regaining a fragment of his dignity. "What do we do now?" The question had to be asked, because he was fairly certain that things wouldn't just be returning to 'normal' between them. Maybe it was a complicated situation, but he had spent two years trying to keep his life simple. A little complication might have been exactly what he needed to feel alive again, as he had when he was with her.
 
When he put the blanket over himself, she found herself blushing more than she had when she was a virgin still. She tapped her fingers on the bed beside him before standing up to put some distance between them. It still felt awkward and weird, but it was more about what they were going to do. And when he looked up at her and asked, she really didn't have an answer. The army didn't prepare you for situations like this one. You just couldn't be prepared. She knew just as he did that they couldn't go back to normal. What were they going to do?

"We can't tell anyone..."

She said, nothing she didn't have to actually say it but for some reason putting it out there made it more real - and more like something she had to deal with. Soon, she started pacing, combing her fingers through her hair as she thought it over. What else were they to do? Deny themselves? Try to pretend that this wouldn't happen again? Could she say that and honestly mean it? She already felt wet at the thought of what they had done and what could happen. She soon stopped and looked at him, feeling herself getting even more lost.

"Any ideas?"
 
Mason watched as Ashlin pulled away and began pacing, musing about what to do, nodding his head an agreement when she stated they couldn't tell anyone. "Agreed there," he told her, finally tossing the blanket off to start getting dressed. He grabbed his boxer briefs and stepped into them, pulling them on before turning to her now that he had something at least covering the essentials once more. "I'm not really sure anyone would understand. Hell, I don't even understand. I just know...I want it." He looked down, seeming somewhat embarrassed by the admission, but quickly recovered.

Walking up to her, he placed his arms around her neck to get her looking into his eyes when she asked if he had any ideas. "I haven't a clue," he admitted, though he did offer a slight smile to try and comfort her. "I guess we really can't do much but just...go with things. If we can resist and keep things from getting weird, then okay. If not...well, then I guess we'll be having this discussion again." He wasn't sure how much he believed in his own words, especially given the way he felt just standing there looking at her. There were so many feelings it was hard to sort them all out, but the one that he made no mistake about was that he wanted her.

"Listen," he told her, raising a hand to stroke her cheek affectionately. "We'll work it out, no matter which way it goes." He pushed some of her hair back from her face and gave his best reassuring smile for her, then stepped a bit closer, perhaps consciously, or perhaps instinctively. He then leaned forward and gave her a brief, light kiss on the lips as his hand rested on the side of her head.
 
His words and kiss were more comforting than she expected and she found herself loosening the tension from her shoulders, sighing softly against his lips. Her guard was still up, but it was more fractured around Mason and always had been. This whole mess was her fault but could she say she regretted it? She wasn't sure. Soon, she stepped back from him, but not out of reach and combed her fingers through her hair again as if taming the wild strands would make it all better. Obviously, it wasn't really working.

"Fuck..."

She murmured, remembering one key factor in all of this mess. She smacked herself lightly on the forehead - well, lightly was relative- before looking at Mason with a, "We're idiots" expression. Knowing he wouldn't get it exactly, she let out a small groan before she pointed back at him. It didn't take long before the word and name of doom slipped from her mouth with a look of pure, "this is gonna suck."

"Seth."
 
Mason had watched the expressions cycle on Ashlin's face, seeing she was obviously troubled by something else. He wasn't sure how much more of the rollercoaster of emotions he could take, but at this point they were beyond pretending nothing had happened. He then started to realize just what she was thinking about, as the same thought came to him, causing his eyebrows to furrow in concern as he met her gaze. Almost at the same time she spoke his son's name, he did as well, their voices mouthing it together.

"Seth."

With a sigh, he shook his head slightly, resting his hands on her shoulders to get her calm once more. "We just...have to be careful," he told her, pursing his lips gently. "He obviously...might not understand. We can't do this with him around, so I guess it'll require a little patience and restraint." It wasn't as if they'd never be able to be alone, since Seth often took trips with friends or would spend the weekend out. He was a popular kid, so he always had somewhere to go and something to do. Finding time to be together wouldn't really prove to be that much of a problem for them.

"Speaking of which," Mason finally said, running a hand through her hair briefly before continuing. "We do have the rest of the weekend to figure things out, unless you're just that ready to bolt." Looking into her eyes, he couldn't help but feel some of those familiar emotions starting to well up again. Whether it had been right or wrong, the previous night had been one of the best he had experienced in his life, and it was hard to ignore something like that. "Maybe we just need to relax a bit. I can go to the bottle shop and grab some vodka for you. And did I mention I installed a hot tub over the summer?"

He was obviously trying to lighten the mood a bit, wanting to lift her spirits by taking her mind off the things that had her worried and confused for a while. "Plus I'm kind of hungry. Don't feel much like cooking, though, so what say we grab some take-out, some liquor, and some mixers and spend a day being lazy? It's Saturday, after all." Offering a reassuring smile, he brushed her hair back once more, tilting his head slightly as he waited for an answer from her, hoping that he could help put her mind at ease once more.
 
"Of course he's not gonna get his aunt shacking up with his dad! It's called incest!"

She said, sarcasm dripping from her words as she looked up at him. Yup, she was heading into meltdown mode all over again and her sharp tongue was probably gonna get her in trouble. She felt Mason slide his fingers through her hair in soothing motions, but she couldn't exactly focus on it. What were they to do really? Could she fully accept it? Could he? When he spoke to her about the weekend and her being ready to bolt, she felt the need to flee. Her instincts told her to just get out for a bit, take a small drive or something to clear her head before she got herself in over her head. But wasn't she already in over her head? It seemed so clear cut last night and now it seemed like she was looking at another person and using someone else's mouth to talk. When he spoke about the liquor store and the hot tub, she instantly thought hot tub.

"You do realize it's roughly six a.m, right? Or maybe even seven? I don't know if the liquor store is open to anyone but alcoholics right now."

She was trying to tease, but she knew her words came out laced with more sarcastic acid than she had intended. With a sigh, she threw up her hands in surrender and started walking only after he had smoothed her hair out again.

"Where's the hot tub?"
 
Mason had caught the sarcasm, but he didn't let it bother him. He knew she was scared and confused. Hell, he was too, but keeping a level head had usually been his strength. He was able to rationalize rather than panic, and even in this situation he managed to stay calm. Ashlin wasn't making it easy, that was for certain, but one of them had to keep it together, or it would be a total disaster, and so he would do it for her, and try his best to keep her grounded. As she commented on the liquor store being closed so early in the day, he just smirked a bit.

"That's why I wanted to go grab some food. But I guess any decent take-out place wouldn't be open either. There's always fast food. Gotta love grease."

When she threw her hands up, he pursed his lips a bit. He didn't want her feeling like she was being forced to relax or accept anything. He had simply been trying to divert her thoughts to something less stressful in the hopes that she would eventually lose the obvious tension she was holding onto. When she began to walk, he started to follow, stepping ahead of her as he went for the stairs and started walking down them, motioning for her to follow him.

"I enclosed part of the back deck and put it in," he told her as he glanced over his shoulder at her, leading her through the house. He also glanced to the couch, seeing that they did have one bottle of liquor left, then turned his gaze to her again. "Should I bring that along, or do you think you can manage to relax a bit without it?"
 
"I can't even tell you the last time I had fast food..."

She said, feeling her mouth water at the very thought of fast food. But she hated their breakfast crap, but fries and burgers, and chicken...Hell, she'd never really liked burgers but they did sound damn appealing. Especially the grease part. And the salt. Man, it felt like she hadn't eaten anything fastening and artery-clogging in forever. Well, it had been years. As she was led through the house and he spotted the liquor bottle, she saw flashes of last night pass through her mind. She could herself rubbing the back of her head and pretending like it didn't bother her. She was good at her poker face. She'd been perfecting it for years. She shrugged her shoulders as he asked her if she wanted the liquor or not, she thought about it only briefly.

"I don't think my stomach would be very happy with me putting more of that into my system so soon. Just bring me a giant thing of tea. I'll just suck that back."

She patted his arm and then hesitantly gave him a kiss on the cheek before moving to go to where the back deck would be. It didn't take her very long to find the hot tub. Since she didn't feel like getting her clothes wet, she bit her lip and then shrugged her shoulders.

"Fuck it."

Removing the cover from the hot tub, she turned everything on for it and waited for the jets to really kick in. Once they did, she stripped down to nothing and stepped in, shivering at the heat before finding a nice little spot to settle down and let the water relax her.
 
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