Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

[prettylykSIN]

• • • She had had everything she ever dreamed of. She went to one of the most prestigious musical universities
      in the country, a rockin' band, a rockstar party life. And now is was all gone. She would have wept if she didn't
      feel so numb. It was only late morning, but already she was buzzed. She had had a scotch before she got on the
      plane and two more while she was on it. Twenty-three year old Aislyn Bahir'an lay in the back of a taxi, barely
      conscious as the yellow vehicle plodded along the luxurious back roads of the Highlands, North Carolina.
      
      Rich people territory.
      
      The Highlands was an amazingly beautiful neighborhood nestled in the mountains outside Franklin, North
      Carolina. She had always been envious of her big brother for living in a place like this. But, such was her
      lot in life. She was the fuck up, while her brother... her brother was the shining star of the family. She muttered
      to herself in the back seat, her long legs resting on the window. The rest of her was sprawled out over the seat,
      her long dark hair spilling onto the floor. She didn't seem to care overly much if the floor was dirty or not. The
      driver was silent for the most part, he had given up on telling her to sit up two hours ago when she first threw
      herself into his shabby yellow cab.
      
      At long last, the cab slowed to a stop in front of an impressive looking house. "1399 Shady Brook Lane, ma'am."
      
      Aislyn sat up and looked out the window. Groaning, she opened the door and stepped out, stretching her cramped
      limbs. The driver got out to retrieve her single bag out of the trunk. She didn't bring much. The only thing that
      mattered was her guitar, which had stayed with her in the cab. She pulled it out, slinging it over her back. She was
      dressed pretty shabbily herself. She wore an over-sized shirt with the neck cut out, showing amble cleavage, and
      jeans she had cut off into shorts. Worn converse shoes adorned her feet with mismatched socks. Her hair was
      mussed, looking like she had just rolled out of bed.
      
      She dug into her pocket and pulled out some cash, tossing it into the passenger seat. It was the last of her money,
      but she was at her destination. If her brother didn't want to house her, he could at least loan her some money.
      Shrugging her bag over her shoulder, she started walking up the long driveway. It was quite a hike, and not
      one Aislyn enjoyed while buzzed. She stumbled quite a bit, tripping over her guitar strap once and falling on
      her face. After struggling to her feet, she finally made it to the door, banging on the nice white wood. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Ethan groaned as he heard someone banging at his door. His eyes opened with slits and he pulled his pillow over his head to block out the rays of light. He’d worked far too late into the night and then through the morning on adrenaline and caffeine to up awake again already. Yet as he lay in his bed the rather incessant banging on his door didn’t cease. A sigh escaped his lips as he muttered “Persistent whoever they are.”

Reluctantly he rolled out of his bed and got to his feet as he muttered “Yea, I’m coming I’m coming.” As he heard the knocking at the door continuing, he continued walking down the hallway as he ran his fingers through disheveled locks of black hair. The stubble on his jaw and cheeks seemed to confirm that he needed a shave for that matter. He didn’t really pay much mind to the fact that at the moment he was clad in a pair of boxers and not a stitch of clothing more. It was his house and he’d been sleeping, this was a thing that did not require pants.

Thus he arrived at the door and his rather muscular form was scarcely clad. The benefit of spending much of his free time in the gym was rather evident, as perhaps it only made sense that a doctor was something of a health nut. After all if he couldn’t maintain his own health, how could he maintain that of another. His form was six feet and several inches in height, and his shoulders had a fairly broad set to them. A healthy bronze tan was evident upon his skin, and his body had a definition to it as his hand closed upon the doorknob and undid the lock opening it.

Ethan opened the door and soon spied his sister standing on his doorstep with a guitar and dressed like she just arrived from an episode of Jerry Springer. He looked at her through bleary eyes and thereafter remarked “Aislyn? What are you doing here?” A moment later he asked “Shouldn’t you be at school?” He paused a moment as his mind seemed to slowly catch up to him from having been roused from sleep as he asked the most pertinent question “What did you do now?”

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • Grinning sheepishly, Aislyn rubbed the back of her head and shuffled her feet uneasily. "Surprise!"
    she said weakly. Surprise, surprise indeed. Dark green eyes raked over her older brother's scantily
    clad form. Whoa. Ethan had definitely been working out since she saw him last. Of course... that
    had been about six years ago. As a doctor, Ethan didn't have much time to come home for the holidays.
    Her eyes rested on his boxers a moment too long, and her eyes snapped back up to his back, red flushing
    her pale cheeks. Ethan was packing. The thought only made her face feel hotter.
    
    "I didn't do anything!" she snapped, hoping to pass the blush off as anger. "Can't I just come and visit my big
    brother? It is spring break after all!" She crossed her arms under her breasts and glared up at him. Compared
    to Ethan, Aislyn was a midget. She stood at a meager five foot six inches, here eyes coming level to his
    collarbone. It didn't help her mood. She hated feeling short.
    
    "Are you going to invite me in? I just had a two hour plane trip and then a two hour car ride to get here." She
    raised an elegant eyebrow at him, her expression saying how horrible of a host he was being. Even if she
    did just show up on his doorstep out of the blue.[/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Ethan gazed at his little sister for a moment as she shifted in front of him. It had been quite a while since he’d seen her. He nodded slightly “Yea, it is a surprise.” He remarked rather matter of factly as he watched her begin to blush. He peered at her for a moment and then glanced down realizing he wasn’t wearing pants and then seemed to offer by way of explanation “I worked late, I was sleeping….you know most people tell you when they are coming so among other things you don’t answer your door wearing boxers.”

He simply smirked as she suggested that it was spring break and she was just here to visit him. “Aislyn – its October. Spring break by definition is in spring. Nor do you ever come to visit me. I haven’t seen you in years as I recall you’ve been busy with some sort of band or something like that. And the only time you call is to ask to “borrow” some money when other people have already said no.” Being far taller than her he did loom over his little sister somewhat as she stood in his doorway.

“Now as much as I’d like to think that you showed up on my doorstep out of some genuine familial longing for my company, or to pay back the ten grand you’ve already borrowed from me unless your suitcase if full of money I highly doubt that’s the case.” There was a slightly dry tone to his voice as he idly noted “That returns me to the question “What did you do now? And why are you here?”

“Yes how rude of me after I invited you to come all this way to see me not to ask you to come in immediately. Oh wait I didn’t ask you to come, you just showed up on my doorstep like you’re selling vacuums or steak knives. But yes sister do come in. You probably should before someone directs you to a vacant street corner. Christ its October, you should have a coat on, not to mention actual clothes.”

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • • "These are clothes!" she told him hotly, slipping past him into the warmth of the house. In truth, the
      alcohol had been keeping her warm, but her brother was such a buzz kill that the effects were
      beginning to wear off. She ignored the insinuation that she looked like a hooker. Hookers don't
      carry around guitars, she thought sourly.
      
      She kicked off her shoes, leaving them by the door. She didn't think Ethan would appreciate her
      walking around his nice house in her dirty converse. She stalled on the questions as long as she
      could, taking the time to gently put her guitar in a corner. If anything, she was extremely careful
      with the guitar. It was an electric acoustic Seagull that their father had given her. It was an extremely
      rare and valuable guitar. She probably could have gotten several thousand dollars off of it, but
      she couldn't bring herself to sell it after their father had died the year before of pancreatic cancer.
      
      "Got anything to drink?" she asked, looking at him dully. She kept her eyes carefully trained on
      his face. She couldn't say why, but she felt unnervingly attracted to Ethan. She had always
      loved muscular men, and with her figure, she had had no problem in getting their attention.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

“I suppose they are marginally better than you parading through the streets naked, I shall give you that.” He allowed with a measure of sarcasm. His sister had never listened to their father, or him for that matter and their mother had essentially disowned her after she’d pawned some family heirlooms on the sly. But of course now that somewhat had gone sideways for Aislyn here she was evidently his problem now.

He did have a rather nice house. The floor was all hard wood and they entry way lead to a living room that was furnished rather lavishly. The kitchen that lay beyond it bore all the hallmarks of success with fine stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. Although it was obviously a single male who lived there as otherwise things were dirty and in disarray. Through the doors the kitchen seemed to give way to a patio and a pool and hot tub, while the hallway had bedrooms and a washroom spaced out along it and the entrance to the basement beneath. Later inspection would reveal a bar, pool table, a large screen television, video games and exercise equipment fleshed out the basement. The home seemed quite simply to indicate that her brother had done quite well for himself rather rapidly.

“To drink? Yea there is water, a few kinds of juices, milk, diet coke in the fridge. There is also tea, coffee, or cappuccino if you’re cold.” He observed as he regarded her. Thereafter, he simply wander in the direction of the kitchen beckoning for her to follow. “What do you want?” Thereafter, he rather politely indicated “And there is food as well, I’d suggest you attempt to make yourself something although I recall that being something of a fire hazard.”

He pulled a chair out from his kitchen table and sat down upon it in a rather sprawling fashion. “Now why are you here Aislyn. As much as you seem to be avoiding the question, you are here. There is a reason and if you don’t want me to send you on your way with just enough money for a bus ticket you’d best tell me.”

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • • She dropped her bag by the door and followed him into the kitchen, wrinkling her nose in distaste
      as he named off what he had to drink. "You don't have anything a bit... stronger?" she asked,
      looking up at the cabinets hopefully. She didn't like staying sober long, and she was loosing her
      buzz fast. Figuring that he had given her permission, as he had gone to sit down. She peered
      up at the top cabinets. That's where people usually kept their booze, right? She opted for the
      cabinets above the sink, standing on tip toes to open the small wooden doors, her already
      small shorts riding up her shapely ass.
      
      Jackpot.
      
      She pulled down a bottle of Captain Morgan's spiced rum and took a glass from the sink. She
      didn't bother getting anything to eat, that could wait until later. Right now, she needed a drink.
      She poured herself a hearty glass and took a long swig, enjoying the burning sensation as
      the alcohol slid down her throat. It immediately went to her head. She felt at once light-headed
      and fuzzybrained. She moved to sit next to Ethan, bringing the bottle and glass with her. Now
      that she had gotten her buzz back...
      
      "I got kicked out of school," she admitted, taking another long draught of rum. She didn't look
      at him. She knew the look he'd give her, that taunt and disapproving frown that told her she was
      useless. It was Ethan who had paid for her to go to this school. They father had all but begged
      it of him, saying that Aislyn had real potential. And she had failed. She had spent too much time
      with her band, too much time partying, and too much time at the bottom of a bottle. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Ethan lofted a brow to her as she wrinkled her nose at the beverages she lifted off and inquired after something stronger and he idly noted “Its barely past noon.” There was disapproval in his tone of voice as, while the liquor in the cabinets would indicate that Ethan drank readily enough, doing so in the early afternoon wasn’t his idea of normal behaviour. He watched her rummage through his cupboards looking for his alcohol and as she leaned forward and her shorts clung to the curve of her ass he couldn’t really help but notice. She did have a rather nice ass. Naturally that had ever been half the problem, she’d been spoiled and got away with a lot because she was pretty.

He watched his sister fix herself a rather strong drink and then seem to lay into it rather quickly. He wouldn’t say he was terribly surprised when she finally remarked that she got kicked out of school. “I see and this was the school as I recall when you were finally going to take things seriously and make something of yourself right?” He idly noted and shook his head “So you’re kicked out of school. I’m going to take a wild guess that you don’t have a dollar to your name at this point and your possessions are that guitar of yours and the clothes on your back.”

He idly remarked “And since you’re here it likely means you’ve worn out whatever welcome you had amongst your friends or whatever guy you were dating and you’ve no where else to turn.” He gazed at her for a moment and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “And what am I supposed to do with you?” A rhetorical question that really as he noted “From the looks of things your idea is to drink every last drop of liquor in my house and then beg for some more.”

He gazed at her for a long moment as he noted “I rather suspect you’re relying on our father begging me to look after you to make me feel some obligation to let you linger here.” He paused slightly as he noted “And the fact I don’t want to see my sister out on the street.” He muttered darkly “You can stay here for now. But you will do as I tell you or you can get the hell out. And you’ll make yourself useful, and clean up around here. You can go get yourself a french maid outfit along with some normal clothes.” He said rather dryly. “But if you try to steal from me, I swear you’ll be out the door and I’ll never lift a finger to help you again – ever”

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • • "It's never too early for a drink," she muttered, propping her chin on her palm and taking another swig.
      She listened sourly as he talked, her mood darkening with every word that came out of that shapely
      mouth. They never did get along very well. Their parents had gotten divorced soon after her fifth birthday.
      Already, Aislyn had shown promise in the musical arts, and their father had opted to have custody over
      the girl, while their mother took Ethan, the brilliantly smart one. It was always pretty clear how different
      the two were, and they had always fought when forced to be together. Aislyn being hyper and bubbly
      as she is, would end up breaking something valuable, and it usually belonged to Ethan.
      
      She supposed that it was natural that there was such a large rift between them, but she wished Ethan
      wouldn't be so... honest. It irked her to no end that he was the successful one. He seemed to do
      great things in everything he did. And she... she sang and played the guitar. And she had a rockin'
      body. She had to own to that. That was the only good thing she had gotten from her mother. A naturally
      voluptuous body.
      
      "Do you enjoy pointing out all my flaw?" she snapped at him, once he was finished talking. "I know
      perfectly well that I'm a fuck-up. I don't need you telling me." She made a vexed sound in her throat
      and ran her fingers through her hair, mussing the already messy dark locks. "Can I use your shower?"
      she asked abruptly, setting her empty glass down. Anything was preferable to sitting her and listening
      to him bitch at her.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Ethan offered no comment upon her statement that it was never too early for a drink. “Its never going to be too soon for you to straighten out your life either.” He eyed her as he noted “I paid tuition for that school you just got kicked out of – you were supposed to be accomplishing something there. All your singing and playing instruments and what do you have to show for it eh?”

Naturally the question offered the comparison to himself whereas everything around her was what he had to show for it. The large house in the upscale neighbourhood, the Porsche in the garage and all the other trappings of success had rather swiftly rewarded his hard work. While his sister showed up with a guitar she’d been given, the clothes on her back and not a dollar to her name.

“Stop having flaws and I’ll be even happier for a lack of them to point out. As for you knowing you’re a fuck up – I’ll believe that when you actually do something about it for a change besides drinking yourself into a stupor in the middle of the afternoon.” As she asked if she could use his shower he nodded “Yea, there is one in the main bathroom and one in my bedroom as well. The one in my bedroom is better though, it has the body jets on three sides.”

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • • She hopped down off the stool, stopping to steady herself. It was damn good rum. She was light-headed
      already. "I'll take your shower then," she said, walking off towards the living room. It wouldn't be too hard to
      find his room. She just had to look for the biggest, most obnoxious room in the house. Before exiting the kitchen,
      she hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and lifted, sliding the thing material over her head and leaving
      her bare from the waist up. With a smirk, she threw the shirt in his back and turned, hitching her tiny shorts up
      and strutting from the room.
      
      Please with herself, she explored the rest of his house in nothing but her shorts and mismatched socks. She
      really didn't care what Ethan would think of her little display. She was comfortable enough with her body
      to show it off to anyone. She didn't think she should have to hide what God gave her. Modesty was for old
      women, and she was far from old.
      
      At last, she found his bedroom. She dropped her shorts at the door and left her socks somewhere between the
      door and the bathroom. It probably wouldn't have surprised anyone that she wasn't wearing underwear.
      Aislyn had always considered them a hinderance. Sure, she'd wear them as pajamas, but she never wore
      them under her clothes. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Ethan noted the unsteady manner in which she got off the stool and shook his head. “My sister – the drunk.” He muttered as he rose to go to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He twisted the cap and raised it to his lips and then as he turn around he noted her stripping and choked on a mouth full of water.

He stared at her for a moment as she sauntered through the room half naked with her bare breasts on ready display. “You do remember I’m your brother right?” That was all he needed, his misfit sister wandering around his house naked. That would cause some awkward conversations anytime he brought someone over to his house, especially a woman. He had the sinking sense that he should have simply slammed the door in her face and saved himself a lot of trouble.

With a look of slight annoyance he scooped up her shirt from the ground and thereafter waited several moments until he heard the sound of running water. Thereafter, he slipped over to the washroom in his bedroom and stuck his head in the washroom and chucked the shirt into the shower. He casually remarked “You dropped this” as it was toss into the shower to become quite sodden. Thereafter, he exited the washroom although his eyes briefly fell on his sister’s form..

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • • "Ethan!" she yelled, making a disgusted noise as she kicked her shirt into the corner of the shower.
      She'd ring it out later... She continued to grumble throughout her shower, muttering about the pompous,
      big-headed assholes in her life. She scrubbed herself vigorously, untill her skin had a slight red sheen.
      Despite the way she had shown up on her brother's doorstep, she hated being dirty, and she hadn't
      had a proper shower in two days.
      
      After about a half an hour she stepped out of the shower, feeling properly clean and refreshed. The
      shower had, unfortunately, killed her buzz once more, but there was plenty of rum left in that bottle.
      She bent down to scoop her sodden shirt up out of the shower and wring it out. She tossed it carelessly
      into the sink and looked around for her bag. "Shit."
      
      Of course. She left it out by the door with her guitar. Wonderful. Just bloody wonderful. She pulled her
      slightly less wet shirt out of the sink and pulled it over her head. It was long enough to cover her, though
      the wet material clung to her form, making it almost useless. Rolling, her eyes, she walked out to retrieve
      her bag.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Her indignant shouting of his name was met only with a laugh. He departed leaving his sister to shower as he exited the room and then wandered down to the basement. Now that his sleep had been interrupted he seemed to wander from the bedroom and thereafter downwards into his basement, varying only to grab another bottle of water from the bridge.

As she showered he seemed to occupy himself by clambering onto his treadmill and jogging for a half hour. The whirl of the tread beneath him could be heard as he ran. A faint sheen of sweat would appear on his forehead as he ran, and a while later he stepped off the treadmill to make his way over to the weights. He seemed to more or less ignore her presence as he exercised.

If nothing else his sister had yet to determine that most of the liquor in his house was in the basement in and around the bar. There a collection of various bottles had various scotch, vodka, rum, rye and various other varieties of hard liquor. If nothing else that was likely to keep her occupied for some time or put her in a hospital.

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • Retrieving her pack from the front door, Aislyn rummaged quickly, looking for any sort
    of clean clothing. Nothing. She had a pair of dirty jeans, three equally dirty shirts and
    a bra. She threw her pack down in disgust. "Thanks Ethan," she muttered to herself
    vehemently, as though it were his fault that she hadn't washed her clothes in a few
    days. Of course, it was his fault that she was now standing in his doorway half-naked
    and garbed only in a dripping shirt. Resigned to drip-drying, Aislyn grabbed her guitar
    and headed off towards the kitchen.
    
    She could hear the sound of a treadmill coming from downstairs, but she couldn't be
    bothered to go find her brother. Gently, she placed the guitar case on the counter and
    opened it. The Seagull was in surprisingly good condition, given who it's owner had been
    for the past near ten years. The dark wood gleamed slightly, and Aislyn picked it up
    by the neck. Beneath it lay a small amplifier. Another gift from daddy dearest. It may be
    small, but the thing packed a punch.
    
    She plugged the guitar in, and strummed a few chords. It was mostly in tune, but the low
    E string was off. Quickly adjusting it, she strummed a few more chords. Perfect. She started
    playing one of her favorite tunes, the sound of the guitar echoing back at her in the kitchen.
    She dove right into the chorus, raising her voice to belt out the lyrics. Her voice was low
    and sensual, just right for the particular song.
    
    "This is the time of night when the moonlight shines
    down and we can reveal who we truly are,
    Within the darkest most depraved
    Of joys.
    
    If your afraid to say.
    But you'd like to try.
    Just give me the safe word and take your hand,
    And smack me in the mouth , my love."
    
    Her fingers slid deftly over the neck of the guitar, plucking out the chords without hesitation that
    comes with long hours of practice. Truly, the song called for a keyboard, but that had never been
    a problem with Aislyn. She was perfectly capable of picking out the notes from a song and converting
    them into guitar chords.
    [/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Ethan occupied himself with exercise. The rather simple motions of his exertions consuming his attention, in the background he heard the sound of her guitar. He muttered “Bloody goth crap.” As he continued to work out, his sister’s music hadn’t really caught on and in his mind there was little wonder. He rather found it dull and depressing in it sound. He simply shook his head as he muttered “Girl is a musician with bad taste in music”.

He rather ignored the music as he continued to go through his workout. Time passed and after a while a dull ache had settled upon his body and a sheen of sweat coated his body. Thus he set down his weights and thereafter made his way up the stairs. His brawny form sauntering upwards pausing to rather airily remark “You should play music that people would actually listen to.”

With that said he strode down the hallway to his bed room and the shower that lay beyond it. He stepped into his bedroom and the shorts and boxers that he had been wearing were shed as he wandered into his bedroom. The sound of water could soon be heard as he’d step into it and steam would flood forth from behind the doorway.

 

[prettylykSIN]

• • • Pausing the watch him pass by, Aislyn made at face at his retreating back, though
      she couldn't help but look over the taunt muscles in Ethan's back and shoulders.
      Her head jerked away from the sight of him when he caught herself wondering if
      the rest of him was as muscular. She shook her head as though to rattle the image
      out of her head. Was she insane? He was her brother. And an asshole on top
      of that... People did like her music. Irritated at herself and Ethan, she set her
      guitar down and stormed into the kitchen to grab herself a drink. Arrogant bastard,
      she thought to herself, grumbling incoherently under her breath as she pour herself
      a tall glass of rum. She downed the glass in two gulps, swaying pleasantly as the
      tingling affect of the alcohol crept into her mind.
      
      She heard the shower running in his room. A sly grin curved the edges of her lips
      as a rather amusing thought ran through her pleasantly buzzed mind. Payback.
      She laughed and slammed the glass onto the counter, careless of the force she
      was putting into the action. The glass shattered in her grasp, shards digging into
      her hand painfully. "Shit!" She shook her hand, blood and bits of glass falling to the
      floor. Unthinkingly, she rubbed her hand on her shirt, smearing blood on the front.
      "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Fuming, she headed back to Ethan's room. Bleeding or no, she
      was going to get her payback before he got out of the shower.
      
      Picking up his fallen clothes as she walked into his room, she stormed into the bathroom
      and heaved an armload of his clothes over top of the shower. "Payback, bitch." she
      hollered at him, smacking the steaming glass with her injured hand and sending a jolt
      of pain up her arm and leaving a small, bloody hand-print on the glass.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Methos]

The arrogant bastard in question saw a heap of his clothes tossed into the shower and he swore rather loudly to the effect of “what the fuck?” Although a moment later he noted the bloody handprint on the glass. Which drew a more quizzical than angry reaction from him. He turned the water in the shower off. He retrieved his clothing and set it down upon the floor muttering something about ‘shoving his sister in the dryer too’. Ethan grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and then left the room seeking to catch Aislyn.

She hadn’t had much time to get all that far ahead of him. Hence he rather purposefully would come up upon her and his hand would close upon her shoulder rather tightly. Ethan stated rather firmly “I can’t have you bleeding all over my house - and as a doctor it would be embarrassing if you managed to die in my home.” With that said he pulled her arm up and looked at her bleeding hand. He whistled idly “How did you manage to grind glass into your hand like that?”

Before his sister really had time to argue he pulled her over to the kitchen table and pushed her down into a chair. “Sit still.” He stated rather firmly as thereafter he went back to the bathroom and the medicine cabinet. He returned a moment later with tweezers, rubbing alcohol, peroxide, gauze and a bandage. With imperiousness that seemed to casually blend the messiah complex of your average physician with the overbearing nature of an older brother he set to work and rather precisely began to pick out each and every bit of glass that had been wedged into her hand. After the small pieces were extracted he took a ball of cotton and rubbed alcohol over the cuts and then peroxide for good measure. The rather smug look about him seemed to suggest that he rather enjoyed each wince that disinfecting her cuts would cause.

Gauze and bandages were applied soon enough, and thereafter he ceased manhandling her for the moment and simply sat there half naked as it were. His eyes fixed upon her as he remarked “I can’t even leave you alone for five minutes with you managing to get yourself into trouble.”

 

[prettylykSIN]

She knew she didn't have long before he caught up with her, but she was barely
out of the hall before she felt his hand on her shoulder. She struggled for a moment,
but her delicate frame was no match against his solid strength, instead, she hissed
at him as he grabbed her hand and all but dragged her into the kitchen. "Let go,
Ethan!" she demanded, grabbing the wrist that held her and digging in with her nails.
She refused to let go of him until he shoved her into a chair.

"Sit still," she mimicked him, shifting around in the chair to spite him, though she
didn't get up. Her hand was throbbing painfully now and she wanted it fixed. As
much as she hated to admit it, she needed Ethan's help right now. She ran her
uninjured hand through her unruly hair as she waited for her older brother to return.
She didn't usually let her hair air dry and the long locks were curling as a result.
She hated that. She always straightened her hair and teased it up. Not even her
closest friends knew that her hair was naturally curly.

When Ethan returned, she scowled at him, but didn't fight him as he picked all the
glass out of her hand, though she did do a bit of loud swearing, most of which she
had learned from Ethan growing up. Sure, they didn't ever spend time together,
but it seemed like he always ended up swearing about something when she was
around. The last shard of glass was in deep and she jerked her hand out of his.
"Dammit, Ethan, that hurts!" She rubbed her hand gingerly around the wounds.
She had to admit that she had gotten herself good, and smacking the shower has
only embedded the glass in deeper. It was her own fault, but she wasn't about to
admit it.

Aislyn leaned back in her chair when he was done wrapping her hand, legs crossed
and scowling at her big brother. "If you didn't piss me off so much, I wouldn't get
into so much trouble," she informed him stubbornly, her chin raised in indignation.

 

[Methos]

Her brother eyed her as he remarked “Of course that hurt you had glass wedged deeply into your hand, its hardly going to feel good taking it out and disinfecting it!” He listened to her state that she wouldn’t hurt herself if he didn’t make her so angry “You manage to hurt yourself and then resist my helping you by removing all the glass you’ve managed to jam into your hand - and some how this is my fault?” A cocked brow was offered as he noted “That’s tortured logic even by your standards.” He idly added “Not to mention Aislyn that you manage to get yourself into trouble when I’m hundreds of miles away. After all you got yourself into enough trouble all on your own that your now seeking me out as you haven‘t anywhere else to go.”

As he watched her fiddling with her hair, his own hand seemed to reach for a lock of it. His fingers toying with the strands of that long dark hair. He let them slip through his fingers as he smiled faintly “My poor sister, what vexes you such that you drown in drink and flit from thing to thing never making a success of any of it? Even when I try to help you with what you claim to want there is nothing I can do to fix you like I can everything else.”

“You’re forever ungrateful, you waste my money, destroy my property and are an unrepentant brat. I should toss you out my door and have done with you, never to spare you a thought again.” His fingers curled in her hair as he noted “But if I desert you, you have no one. And you’re all the family I have as well…”

As his eyes lingered on her and his fingers grasped her hair, he seemed strangely aware of the fact that his sister whatever her flaws and failures was a rather shapely and beautiful young woman. It was a strange thing to think let alone to dwell on. But as she pouted with that raised chin, he leaned in towards her and rather impulsively pulled her head towards his own. His mouth crushed against hers and he kissed her rather forcefully. His body leaned in towards her as his lips sought to taste her own.

 

[prettylykSIN]

As he talked, her scowled deepened with every passing sentence. She tugged on
a strand of her hair as he talked about her 'tortured logic.' Her hand still throbbed
but it did feel better now that it was carefully wrapped in gauze. She mulled sourly
over his words until he reached out and took a strand of her hair between his
fingers. His tone had changed from condescending and reproachful to... something
softer. She watched him toy with the loose lock of hair, color suddenly rising in
her cheeks, though she couldn't say why. The way he looked at her was almost
predatory and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was sitting there
in nothing but a damp t-shirt.

The sudden feel of his lips on her own was surprising, to say the least, but his hand
in her hair kept her mouth pressed firmly against his own. She made a small, whimpering
sound in her throat as she felt the solid mass of his body against her own, threatening
to overwhelm the chair she sat in. Almost involuntarily, her tongue flicked out over his

lips, seeking to taste him even as he sought to do the same. She tried to say his name
against his mouth. Ethan. Ethan.

Ethan. Her eyes snapped open. Her big brother. Oh God, what were they doing? She
shoved against him violently, succeeding only in pushing her chair back away from
him, but it was enough. She pulled her hand back and slapped him as hard as she
could across his face. With her injured hand. She balked at the pain, groaning loudly
as she clutched her hand to her chest.

Aislyn stood up hurriedly, her small body trembling visibly. "What the hell are you doing?"
She tried to sound angry, but it came out shrilly and breathless. "What the hell are
you thinking?" She turned and fled into the living room as quickly as her weak knees
would allow.

 

[Methos]

He seemed very aware of the fact that she was sitting there in nothing but a damp t-shirt and he was wearing not a stick of clothing but a towel in fact. His lips crushed to hers and he tasted the sweetness of her kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and touched against her own, as he felt it slip to his lips. Ethan’s hand lingered in her hair toying with those soft locks as he kissed her.

He seemed started as she jerked away from him and slapped him with her bandaged hand. “Oww.. What the hell?” He said as he protested being slapped. After a moment’s consideration he stated “You really have to be more careful with that hand, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Although after saying that he seemed to considered the stated question of what the hell was he doing. The rather startled expression that crossed his features seemed to accompany the revelation of ‘I just kissed my sister…?’

He seemed decidedly puzzled about how and why that just happened. Thus he really didn’t seem to marshal any particularly good answer in response to her questions. Which was strange. Ethan was always the one who had all of the answers, the right answers at that. But for the moment he seemed to stumble for a response and eventually simply remarked “It just happened.” Which essentially was what had transpired, as he didn’t really recall at any point thinking ‘hey it would be a great idea to make out with my sister right now.’

As she ran away from him he sat there and didn’t really stir himself to follow. He wasn’t really certain what else he would tell her beyond what he’d already said. Besides given that it was his sister. No doubt in the better part of an hour she’d be in the bottom of a bottle of rum or whiskey and have forgotten about the whole thing in any case. Thus he really shouldn’t trouble himself about it, as she’d forget. At least that was what he told himself for the moment.