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The Danger of Roughhousing (Heart Stopper & Zombies Galore)

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Supernova
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Dec 2, 2009
The party had been great. Absolutely fantastic. Jack could just completely not feel his face by the time he left, near to midnight. It wasn't as though his countenance was numb, if nothing else it was fuzzy, but when he went to go and put his hand on his nose he just couldn't quite get there. It felt like the tip of his nose should have been several inches farther from his face. However, his fingers and chest were all delightfully warm in the otherwise frigid cold winter night, his thick wool greatcoat going a long ways towards keeping him from getting hypothermia. When he got home it took him a few minutes to get his key in the lock--for some reason it didn't seem to be where it normally was either.

Once the door finally relented in its needlessly contrary attempt to keep him outside Jack laughed and stumbled in, accidentally tripping over one of his own feet. He carefully pulled his snow caked boots off, then hung up his coat and threw off his hat. Resplendent in tight black jeans, a white t-shirt and socks he made his way into the kitchen, accidentally knocking himself into a wall along the way. "Whoa there," he mumbled, putting one hand through his black hair. He looked into the mirror--same blues eyes, same full lips, wide chin, broad muscle bound shoulders, strong hands, same old tall self. However his normally somewhat tan face was quite red, due to all the mirth and tequila of the night.
 
Jack was lucky that his parents weren't home, unfortunately for him, his banging alerted the other occupant of the house, his little sister Megan. She was sleeping calmly for the night when a loud bang shot her up from her slumber. She gasped, and threw off the blanket, and slipped on her fuzzy shoes. She raced downstairs, no caring how much noise she made as she went. She turned toward the kitchen and spotted a familiar mess of dark hair. Inwardly she sighed in relief, but on the outside, Megan shouted "Where HAVE you been?!" She stormed over to him, and looked at him sharply. Perhaps he was too drunk to notice her more subtle features, but at least he would recognize the long, brown hair, and the same blue eyes that he had, except they looked at him with the fury of a thousand storms.

"Out drinking again, weren't you? I bet you don't even know what time it is." Megan stated, placing her hands on her hips. Despite the over sized tee-shirt she was wearing, her figure was obvious. Her hands were placed close, showing the slender built she had. Her breast perked through the shirt in delicate mounds, and her legs were more or less bare except for a pair of shorts she had one to sleep.
 
"Oh, whoa whoa whoa! Calm down, Megan. I was just out at Pat's," Pat's home was a den of carousing and revelry if there ever was one. Pat had graduated a year before Jack and in all of that time done nothing with himself that didn't involve a dead end job, crazy girlfriend and a significant amount of booze. Of course it was a great place for a party, one that Megan's older brother had been taking advantage of as often as possible. "It's not like I have a watch on. It's, uh," Jack's blue eyes strained to make out the red digits of the clock on the oven, "it's 11:50 something. That's reasonable."

An easy smile had taken up residence on Jack's face, complimenting his cheery red cheeks and the gently amused way his eyes locked onto Megan's. He turned around and headed to the sink, grabbing a glass on the way before filling it up with water. He started gulping down water, since he was ever so thirsty from all the tequila that had poured down his greedy throat. "I don't see what the problem is Megan, it's not like I've killed anybody."
 
Megan was just about ready to lay the smack down on her stupid brother. "Just out with pat again? That poor excuse of a human being that you call a friend." she sighed, and placed a hand against her face, rubbing her fingertips against her temple to calm herself. "What the hell am I going to do with you, Jack?" She crossed her arms over her chest, the chilly house suddenly getting to her bare body.

"Coming home at a good time isn't the point, jack. You come home drunk and half out of your mind! Look at you! You're about to fall over!" She stated, though it seemed like he was preoccupied drinking out of the tap water instead of the fresh water bottles in the kitchen. "Hey! Are you listening to me!?" Megan stamped her foot on the ground, her slippers made a slapping sound on the floor.
 
Jack set his glass down with the firm resolve of a man who had just about had enough. Interfering busybody, he internally growled, eyes narrowing at his sister as she stomped and demanded his attention. No one demanded his attention, by god, and it wouldn't be his little sister of all people. "Listen here, Megan, I'm older than you. Treat me with some fucking respect." His chest puffed out at the very notion, hands falling to his sides in fists. He stalked towards the brown haired girl and looked down at her, closing the personal space between them until it was next to nothing.

"You're just pissed that I can go out and have a good time. You're jealous because nobody invites you to those parties. You wanna know why? Because you're the wet blanket from hell!" He took a big breath, leaned back and looked back down at Megan, "And don't you fucking call my friends worthless pieces of human waste. Would you like it if I called one of your friends a little giggling teeny bopper idiot?"
 
"Hey you can't talk to me like that! You're suppose to be the responsible one, yet you have me doing all your chores since you're out so often!" Megan countered, raising her voice to match her brother. She took a step back as she was intimidated by her drunken brother. Her looked up at him with a frown, though her eyes were trembling a little bit at her brother's chose of action. Megan certainly wasn't used to being so direct with him, but since their parents were away, it seemed to her that she had to do something to set some responsibility in the house, even if Jack didn't want to.

When he pulled away, he chose to insult her, hitting some of her weak spots. Yes, she wasn't popular, yes, she didn't get invited to those wild parties that her brother got to go to. When he started to target her friends though, it caused her to rise up in defense. "You ungrantful bastard! Don't you dare bring up my friends into this, Jack. At least they don't get themselves drugged up, drunk up, and god who knows probably sleeping with some random whore on the street!"
 
At the very least Megan had a point about Jack not doing his chores. He would duck doing them whenever he got the opportunity or procrastinate until the last possible moment, leaving his little sister to pick up the slack. It wasn't fair and it wasn't responsible, but Jack was eighteen and not used to thinking about others besides himself. However, suddenly hearing his little sister shouting at him, pointing out his flaws, accusing him and denigrating him, that was a good way to go nowhere fast.

Jack lightly shoved his Megan's shoulder. Not in any way designed to actually hurt her, but more to get her attention and take out a little frustration. "You're the one who started it by calling Pat a piece of shit! Here's a little eye opener for you, Meg: they will. It'll make them popular when they do it. And you know what?" Another little push, "I think you're just jealous. So what if I smoked some pot? Big. Fucking. Deal. It's not like I'm doing heroin. And you know what? So what if I had some," read as: ten shots, "tequila. Big. Fucking. Deal. And, frankly, you're just jealous I'm getting laid."
 
Every word shoved more disheartening content into her mind, as it was true in many regards. And shoving her only pushed her tolerance smaller and smaller for this. "Don't touch me like that you sick bastard!" She retaliated by slapping his hand away as if it were a nuisance. "I'm not jealous at all! And for the record, I would sooner sleep with a dog rather than ever, ever consider screwing a stupid,miserable, bottom-dwelling, pathetic, low-fuck as you!" She stated, jabbing her finger into his chest with every adjective. "So keep her damn whores and sluts, see if that makes your proud later on in life!" Slowly, her eyes were tearing up, though she was much too angry and stubborn to see it form around the base of her eyes.
 
Jack's jaw dropped as Megan continued her tired, his disbelief and anger growing with every hard poke to his chest, feeling every adjective underlined with a hard rap. This time when he shoved Megan he did it hard enough to make her stumble backwards a few steps. He closed the distance and shoved her backwards again, "Don't you ever even dare say that to me again! Don't you ever dare!" Breathe whistled in and out of his nose, hard and fast, alcohol breaking down the process that let him stop. Normally he never got this angry, or by the time he did he would stop and breath, removing himself from the situation as quickly as possible. He had shoved Megan backwards every few words until they were standing in the living room, Jack quaking in his own livid fury. "You don't know anything about my friends or the one person I've had sex with! Stop fucking judging me!"
 
It was indeed unexpected. Megan tumbled and almost tripped on to the floor from the shove. She recovered, steadying her balance until she was shoved again and again into the next room. She couldn't believe that her brother even had a level of anger like this, let alone the guts to do it. Granted, the alcohol impaired his judgment, and took it too far. She stumbled back for the last time, against the wall, hitting it with a loud bump, shaking the pictures on the wall and the stereo beside her. "Jack, Stop it!" She cried out. "Stop it already!"
 
"Stop what? Stop what?" Anger can make someone stupid as a bulldog, dropping their IQ an average of seventy points. Most people don't really have seventy points to spare. Jack's heart thundered in his ears, sick on anger, sick on betrayal, sick on shame from the way his sister's words had driven a spike into his chest. Maybe he drank a little much. Maybe flirting with drugs wasn't that smart. But it didn't matter even one little bit, because Megan had hurt him, and he wanted to hurt her back. Jack's fist curled up in his little sister's shirt, pulling her close in to him so that their chests were pressed together, their noses nearly touching. "Don't you ever call me miserable. Or stupid. Or bottom dwelling. Why would you say that? Why?"
 
Megan closed her eyes and yelped in surprise as she was pulled to him. When she gasped for a breath, she cough and choked at the retching smell of alcohol that burned out of Jack's mouth. He definitely would smell that next morning. Salty tears ran down her face as fear made her legs tremble for a mere moment. A rebel growl echoed in her throat as she opened her eyes, staring daggers into his eyes as she opened her mouth. "How dare you touch me! Get your hands off of me!" She demanded, raising her hand up. With a quick swipe of her hand, she delivered her most powerful slap at his face given the microscopic distance they had from each other.
 
That slap was shocking, especially the way it smarted. Jack growled in return and bodily lifted her off of the ground, throwing her onto the plush white leather couch. It was clearly a statement, of the raw physical power he kept in restraint, and of how very displeased he was. He grabbed her arms and held them over her head so that she was unable to physically assault him once more. He swung his leg over her's, so that he was straddling her, and again his face went low, close to her's. "What the fuck is your problem?"
 
Megan grunted as she landed on the soft cushions of the couch. It was indeed one of her favorite takes to the soft mats, but with a furious Jack right above her, no amount of pillows or comforters could seize the tremor of fear that crawled throughout her body. She squirmed underneath her brother to no avail since he was much bigger and even much stronger than she was. "L-l-let me go, Jack!" She said, getting scared at their currently position. She turned her face away so that she wouldn't have to breath in his bad alcoholic breath. "Get off of me!" She screamed.
 
With both of Megan's wrists held in one of his strong hands, Jack had one hand left to take hold of the girl's chin and turn her head towards him. "Quiet! Stop screaming. Why are you so angry? Why are you so fixated on who I'm fucking?" They were close enough to kiss, his big blue eyes disconcertingly wide open, as though they were thirsty for Megan, prepared to drink her imagine at any given moment. Her smell, soft and warm and utterly feminine, wafted into Jack's nose, putting her in a previously unconsidered light.
 
Megan wanted to bite her brother's fingers off. She looked up start into his eyes, her blue eyes mirroring his own, like a reflection almost. Except her eyes showed fear, anxiousness, and a bit of confusion. As Megan looked into her brother's eyes, she couldn't tell what he was thinking, and perhaps that's what scared her the most. Her breathing was heavy, her chest noticeably moving up and down through her shirt. "Why do you think?" She asked, her voice was trembling, but dipped in sarcasm that she didn't lose even now. "You're going to get yourself hurt one day, Jack."
 
Megan's vulnerability assailed Jack's senses, making him shift as he straddled her, hiding the growing bulge in his pants with all the expertise of someone who had been doing it for five years. There was something all consuming about the soft blue eyes of his sister, as though he could look into them and get lost. On a sudden, unconscious whim his lips descended to her's, slowly kissing Megan without thought. It felt as though intent had seized his heart and squeezed, dragging him down that few short centimeters so that his mouth met with her's.
 
Jack descended down upon her, leaving her a bit stunned, even paralyzed. "Wha... What are you doin---" Her words were interrupted as Jack silenced her lips with his own. The kiss wasn't rough, it was almost gentle, actually as Megan thought about it. Even though she wasn't the person to drink alcohol, she couldn't help but taste the hot, almost sour flavor of his drinking. Megan wouldn't dare to admit out loud that it aroused her greatly, stirring a soft sound to rumble in her throat. Without thinking, her lips pushed back against his, returning the affection.
 
When Megan's lips pushed back against Jack's he shifted again, ears perking to the small sounds of pleased rumbling in Megan's throat. His tongue slowly caressed her lips, slowly arcing from left to right on her top lip, and then in reverse order on her lower lip. Jack's teeth slowly teased out his little sister's lip, sucking on it with obvious pleasure as he drew it back. His mouth was on her's again, another gentle kiss, before he seemed to stir from his reverie and ask, "You wouldn't hurt me?"
 
Megna's body stirred underneath him. Her shirt rid up her body, revealing the bare white laced underwear she wore underneath. She would normally be embarrassed, and never show her face to Jack again, but in her daze, she hardly seemed to care. To his question, she shook her head solemnly, "No... You're my brother, I couldn't..." Then her eyes fell on the red mark on his cheek. A string of regret tugged at her heart then, as she looked away to clear her head until her brother kissed her again. "Would you hurt me?" She asked in return.
 
The hand that had held Megan's chin returned to caress her cheek. Jack slowly shook his head, "No, I wouldn't hurt you." His lips traveled downwards again to brush against her's, slowly delighting in the unique flavor of her flesh. He parted his lips, allowing Megan access. The grip on her wrists slowly loosened, traveling down to affectionately cradle her head. His free hand slowly removed itself from Megan's chin and caressed her throat with the back of his thick fingers, then down her side, and underneath her shirt, over her stomach, to brush against the bottom of her breasts.
 
Would Zack find it good or bad that she didn't wear a bra when she slept? With her arms free, she placed them down, one stroked along her brother's headful of hair while the other held against the bicep of the arm that coddled into her shirt. She gasped lightly as her breast were touched by the cold, yet warm hands. Her head tilted back and toward the side as she mentally tried to resist the lustful desire that sudden came to her body. However, she couldn't help it as her body was already reacting against her will. "Jack..." She muttered under her heated breath.
 
The fact Megan slept sans bra was a delightful surprise. Though he had never before really considered his little sister in the light of her physical attractiveness as more than an abstract thing, he did enjoy fondling and kissing the very pretty girl beneath him. His hand softly rubbed against the flesh of her breast, his thumb running over the crinkled flesh of her nipple. Next in the inexorable march of Jack's lips was her cheek, then trailing up her jawline to the delicate shell of her ear. His tongue dipped into it and swirled, teeth gently nipping her earlobe before tasting her once again. His hot breath played against her ear, "Yeah?"
 
Megan was never touched like this by her brother, let alone anyone in general. It was no wonder how she was so completely lost and so vulnerable by these touches. The trail of spit that Jack left in her ear was chilled by the air, giving her shivers of delight run through her head. "We... shouldn't be doing this." She said, though her voice and words didn't match. While the flow of English denied the interaction, her voice said otherwise as she spoke in a hazed tone. "Ah... Jack, it's hot..." She whispered in an almost inaudible tremor. Her hand that gripped around his arm found its way down toward the bottom of his shirt, and motioned up underneath it, feeling her brother's body underneath the clothes.
 
"If it's so hot," Jack mumbled before nibbling on her earlobe. He leaned back and hurriedly removed his t-shirt, throwing it to the ground to reveal what his obsession with no longer being a fat kid had yielded. Before he was about fifteen Jack had been, for lack of better term, a complete tub of lard. Then came freshman year of high school and the class that changed everything; Strength and Conditioning. Ever since then he had taken a gym class focused on weight training every semester, slowly changing the shape of his body from flabby, pale and unimpressive to hard, pale and moderately impressive. His already broad shoulders were thick with hard earned muscle, his core lean and strong, abdomen washboard hard and waist cinched. Small black hairs decorated his chest, forming a trail between his belly button and waist, one that thinned out as it traveled upwards to his chest. He finished the previous sentence once he had removed his clothing, "Then take your shirt off."
 
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