Alexander had always been a beautiful boy, endowed with the looks of his great grandfather, a 50's gentleman, who had the combination of a strong jaw and soft eyes, they had almost been lost in the generations but then Alexander was born.
As he grew, he shared the same strong jaw and soft, brown eyes that were inquisitive and surprisingly sultry. He stood at almost six feet and was well built, needless to say, he always had his fair share of ladies who were disposed to him, puberty had him lapping up these affections, but not only did his looks flourish as he grew, they also did something to Mia...
Little Mia, his baby sister...
Not a baby anymore, Mia was eighteen and divine. Her long blonde hair fell in soft waves down to her hips, her eyes were a dazzling blue, she was petite yet had an hourglass frame, sweet curves, plump lips..It was a maddening sight and Alexander now twenty-two was finally hundreds of miles away in his own studio, nestled in Manhattan, he had his work to keep him busy and at last he felt himself letting go of what he felt were very wrong and indecent desires to hold for ones own little sister.
That was until the day his mother had called him from home in Miami to tell him the "wonderful news".
"Sweetie, Mia got into Juilliard! She's going up to New York in a week for a tour and to get things settled, unfortunately your father and I can't get anytime off work, but maybe you can warm her up to the city."
Despite the happiness he felt for his little girl, and the excitement that dared to bubble over and spill at the idea of seeing her again, he snapped at his mother over the phone, his voice barely gripping on it's tight control.
"Mother, I'm very happy for her but I'm too busy with work now, I don't have time to babysit."
Her heard his mother sigh and then - "You big jerk! I don't need a babysitter."
He would know that voice anywhere, the source of his kinkiest wet dreams, to his worst nightmare's, this sweet little voice which now barked at him from over the phone, hostile and angry.
"You could have started this phone call, mom, with 'I'm on speaker and everyone is listening to this fucking conversation.' and Mia - Congratulations, I mean it, I'm happy for you and very proud."
"Don't curse at your mother, son." His father's stern tone arose at the same time he heard his sister say a soft "Thank you." Her temper, he knew was deteriorating at his appraisal. He liked that he was usually the only one next to his mother that could control this feisty little girl.
"Jesus Christ." Was all Alexander could mutter in response and then a little "Sorry."
"That's okay honey, look she'll be up there in just a couple of days, it would be a huge help if you could manage a little time to-"
His mother's voice had continued to rattle on but now all Alexander could think of was his little sister living in this tiny space with him for however long she'd be here. How again, he'd see her walking through the halls wrapped up in nothing but a little robe, and how sometimes when she was all wet after a bath, the fabric would cling to her bare skin...
"Sweetie? Hello?" The voice snapped him back into reality and he simply muttered a quick "Sure, Sure she can stay here." Before making up some lie to get him quickly off the line, and after hanging up he nimbly walked to his bedroom, not caring it was only nine and crawled into bed, only to stare at the ceiling, a little blonde on his mind and he almost started to touch himself before groaning in misery and forcing himself to sleep.
*One week later*
Her arrival was something that plagued his mind all week, at work, out drinking, showering, regardless there was a that little knot inside him that only grew until now, finally, it was Saturday and his baby sister would be waiting for him at the airport, to go back home with him and live there for a month, a whole month...Thirty-one days...The thought was elating and thrilling and terrifying.
As he drove to retrieve her, it seemed his body could tell he was getting closer and closer to her. He was wearily aware of the tension growing in his groin, all of him was tension ridden. This was nerve-racking, what the fuck had he agreed to? This was what he was running from and now he was driving to it? It seemed suddenly for the first time all week, the most stupid shit he had ever agreed to in his whole life. He cursed himself, silently, he couldn't simply abandon her in this city all alone. He was, after all, her big brother, he had sworn as a little boy he would always protect her no matter what and he knew the minute he first saw her, milky skin, with those large darling eyes that she would need a lot of protecting.
To skip the hell inside the airport pick up and drop off, Alexander parked a block away and gave himself the chance walk, it wasn't as time consuming as he pictured and within a spare minute or so he was at the front gates, where they had agreed to meet, he lit a cigarette and eyed the crowd a few feet from him, looking out for that familiar shape he knew too well, when suddenly he heard a little squeal and a mass knocked into his side, hard.
Mia's arms wrapped about her brother in a hug, her blonde hair nuzzling under his chin. She looked up at him, her eyes bright and a big smile, churned her cheeks into a lovely pink, her pretty white teeth on display, all of her beauty to take in, caused him to inhale a little too deep, a rush claiming him.
Mia eyed her big brother with some dismay, she took in his dark under eyes, it looked like he didn't get a wink of sleep in days. She let her thumb run under his right eye as she said, in a voice a little like her father's.
"You look awful."
Despite everything going on in his mind, Alexander burst out in a laugh, while grabbing his sister's wrist and softly putting it at her side.
"Fantastic to see you too, sis."
She rolled her eyes and thoughts of taking her over his knee and giving her a spanking passed unwarranted in his inner mind. He cleared his throat, suddenly hyper aware of their closeness and took a step back from her.
For the first time since he left home, he got a clear look at her from head to toe. She was wearing a little, coral pink dress, classy looking and her hair was wild and free, her long, gold curls encompassing her but not hiding those damn curves.
"You know what I mean, you look like you haven't slept in a week, Zander, everything alright?"
He hadn't been called that in months, no one except Mia called him that. It made him smile despite her intuitive glance and question.
I'm fine, Mia." Was all he said as he took her luggage and began walking back toward his car. Mia beside him, she was always a filler for conversation, she loved a good story and had a knack for giving them as well.
Alexander was thankful for this on the car ride back to the apartment, he couldn't think of a thing to say to her, the space was small and her dress had rode up her thighs when she sat down, revealing more porcelain smooth skin.
Mmm, Good enough to eat, he thought wickedly and decided to ignore his dark side, with all its dark ideas and focus on her story.
She was enthusiastic, she spoke of her audition, motioning with her hands like she usually always did, telling him about her one night trip up here with a girlfriend of hers, Karen, about their night drinking after her performance, visiting one venue she couldn't remember the name to and then she turned her torso towards the drivers seat, her eyes on her brother's profile.
"If it becomes too big of a burden, Mom lent me enough money for a hotel for a week or so." The girl had trouble keeping the hurt from her voice. She didn't like the idea of her brother not wanting her, it was downright the worst thing she could think. Earning his devotion as a child had been her earliest satisfaction.
Alexander pulled into a garage and parked, thinking about this a little. It was a nice plan B, but the sound in Mia's voice made him turn and stare at her. Her eyes were on him already, questioning, wide and filled with care.
"You're never a burden, Mia." His voice came out in a whisper, oddly and he found himself reaching for her, his fingertips, lightly pushing her hair back over her right shoulder, revealing more of that milky skin.
He looked at her as if he meant to kiss her, but only got out of the car and went to get her bags, neither of them saying a word until they entered the studio.
Mia broke the silence with a little gasp. "How beautiful, I love this, it's so cozy."
Immediately, she took of her little heels, and started doting around the house, her small, perfectly manicured toes patted on the wooden floor.
"I always thought you'd have a little place like this, it feels just like you." She smiled warmly at him and the first night with her there went smoothly enough compared to what Alexander had conjured in his fears.
But as the days went on, the more and more distance Alexander had to put between himself and Mia. Just like it had been back home, Alexander now had to keep a conscious effort of not staring too much, saying something inappropriate, the absent minded touching, caressing, so it was easier to simply avoid her like he always had to.
He meant to always be unavailable, restricted, confined to himself and his work. Eventually, Mia would give up with him like she did back in Miami too, she would stop asking him to do things with her and let him slip into his solitude.
It tore at her a little, she always thought she would be the one to break him of his shell and get to be the first to see what he hid beneath his stoic charms and disposition. If anyone could, Alexander was sure it would be her, for he knew no one more free, open and spirited than she. He couldn't even say if he wanted it to be anyone else. Part of him knew now, that he didn't and never would.
And cruel as fate is, of all the cities in all the world, she came here.
Not only to visit but she would be going to school here, he thought with some despair... and she would always be hauntingly close.
It appeared he hadn't run away far enough and though the approach of avoidance had been working for almost two weeks now, it all came down to a sudden screeching halt.
Not that it was all that much of a surprise, only so long this teetering on the edge of disaster could suffice.
Funny, how it all seemed to implode with just a single phone call.
Alexander had been at his desk working, deep in thought when a sudden vibration snapped him back to the here and now.
It was Mia.
"Mia?" He inquired and he could hear loud music and voices in the back-round, she had left hours ago with some people she had met.
"Zander? Hey...W-would ya come and -" She have a tiny hiccup and then continued "Pick me up, please Alexander?"
