My first fic...ever! I don't know how this will turn out (i.e. LEMON or not), but I'm happy to play it by ear based on feedback. ALSO, this story is going to move VERY VERY SLOW. However it ends up, BE WARNED. This story is about incest and controversial topics. If you don't like Jalex, why are you here?

Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING except my own words.

Alex opened her eyes slowly, blinking into the warm rays of sunlight that spilled into her room on the first Sunday of summer vacation. It was a perfect day out.

I knew I should have gotten blackout curtains, Alex thought to herself as she groaned, pulled the covers over her head, and rolled over. Stupid sun. Ugh, what is it, like 7 am?

She poked her head out of the covers just enough to see the clock. 12:37 pm…huh, maybe staying up all night watching Tom & Jerry and eating ice cream wasn't the best idea…guess I should get up.

Alex grouchily threw the covers off of herself. The effects of her sugar hangover weren't pleasant, and upon her first attempt to stand, she found herself sitting right back down again. She stood again, this time more slowly, and headed out of her room towards the bathroom while massaging her temple.

"Wow, don't we look dazzling this morning!" Justin said to her as she passed him in the hallway.

Alex didn't speak, but gave Justin a glare of death and continued down the hall.

Justin continued, "And MAY I just say? Your ensemble is absolutely breathtaking. Buttercup would be proud."

"You MAY not," Alex retorted, stopping short of the bathroom. She stared down at her ratty Powerpuff Girls tank, complete with shorts and uneven Powerpuff-print socks, "because Buttercup is the bomb, and no pathetic attempt at a snarky comment from you could ever tarnish her excellence."

Justin appraised his sister's disheveled appearance, initially noticing how adorable she looked when she wasn't overdoing it with the makeup and funky outfits. The errant inappropriate thought came and went through his mind in a split second, and he immediately noted to himself that he should come up with another insult quickly.

"Well, Buttercup's excellence definitely doesn't lend to your own. You look like hell, kid," he paused for a moment. "Rocky road and Tom & Jerry-a-thon again?"

"Nope, wrong again," Alex scoffed, "It was mint chocolate chip. Pssh, I still look better than you do after I've pulled an all-nighter."

"Oh, pardon my incorrect ice cream assumption. Hurry up and get downstairs, will ya? Sunday pancakes await." Justin ordered as he turned and started for the stairs, while trying to banish any future wayward thoughts of his sister.

"'Sunday pancakes await!'" Alex mocked openly. "Nerd. I'll be down soon."

Alex finally made it to the bathroom and evaluated herself. Wow, nerdboy wasn't kidding…I look like ass, she thought to herself. After brushing her teeth and splashing her face with water, she looked again and saw that it was no use. It was either spend half an hour in the bathroom, piling on the makeup and missing pancakes, or…

Time for some unsupervised magic! Alex thought to herself, as she pulled her wand from her sock and considered how to word the incantation. After a moment of thought, her eyes lit up and she prepared. She took a deep breath, and with a swirl and flick of her wand, she muttered,

"Last night was a hoot, but now I want to look cute!"

With a flash of pink light and a short burst of wind, Alex suddenly found that her hair was brushed, dark circles gone, makeup applied, and she was even wearing a cute outfit involving layered long tank tops, shiny black leggings and boots.

"Perfect, as always," she said aloud to herself, tucking her wand into her boot.

With a quick bound down the stairs, Alex joined her family for Sunday pancakes.

Upon seeing her walk into the room, Justin felt the need to take back his earlier attitude about her embellishing her outfits. He couldn't deny that she looked fantastic. And for the second time that day, he had to force himself to think of a subject other than his sister.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Theresa called out to her daughter. "Dad and Max had their breakfast at an appropriate hour and went out to play Frisbee. You realize it's after 1 o'clock, right?"

"Oh, Mother…you realize that a growing young lady needs her beauty sleep, right?" Alex retorted as she reached for a plate.

Justin couldn't help himself. "So when are you planning on getting yours, Alex? Because whatever you're doing isn't working."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Didn't I already see you once today? I think I've had my fill. Move aside, brother." Alex shoved Justin's elbow out of her way so she could get a stack of pancakes from the plate on the kitchen counter.

"OK you two, enough," their Mother said, cutting them off. "quit it, or you're not going on any date with Dean tonight, Alex."

"Sheesh! Fiiiiiine…" Alex replied, as she finished pouring way too much syrup on her pancakes and finally started eating.

Justin had completely forgotten about Alex's date with Dean. He felt like bile was rising in his throat, and he wasn't entirely sure why. She had been going out with Dean for a while, so it shouldn't matter that she was going out with him that night. Yes, it was true that Dean had a reputation, but he also seemed to really like Alex. Yet, Justin still had his opinions about Dean. It seemed like he handled Alex's feelings carelessly, and he certainly didn't have manners. Alex constantly tried to keep her emotions to herself, and she had always been very guarded. She would never tell anyone how much it actually hurt her when Dean forgot to call her back, or didn't meet her at the lunch table at school. She would brush it off, pretend they never had plans, and eat with Harper instead.

Only Justin seemed to be aware that Alex did have feelings, and she did care when Dean ignored her. Justin knew her better than anyone, and he could see through her tough façade, straight through to the vulnerable little girl she really was inside.

"OK Justin, Mom's all done cleaning up and I need to start getting ready; do you want the TV on or something?" Alex asked, noticing Justin had been silent for a while. "Helloooo, zombie?? Phone home?" Alex waved her fingers in front of Justin's unfocused eyes, and he blinked at her and shook his head. "Does someone need a nap or something?"

"Oh, sorry. I looked directly in your eyes and went temporarily blind. Thanks for bringing me back, buddy," Justin quipped.

"You're hilarious! It's no wonder you have top choice when it comes to the ladies; werewolves, centaurs, vampires! Justin Russo really knows how to pick 'em!" Alex snapped back. "Anyway!" she said, preemptively cutting off his reply, "as much fun as I'm having with our little banter here, I have to go start getting ready for my date."

"Wow, really?? You still have five hours. I guess you do need a lot of work in the face area. Do you need help with the sanding, or should I take spackle duty this time?" Justin said, chuckling to himself.

"HA HA, sir-quips-a-lot. It's OK, I know you don't understand the concept of actually putting effort into your appearance. Don't worry; I'm sure you'll figure it out someday!" Alex jibed, as she ruffled Justin's hair. She then twirled around and started skipping off towards her room cheerfully.

Justin couldn't help but stare a little bit at her luscious black hair bouncing around her while she skipped. He promptly caught himself and snapped out of it, deciding to join Max and Jerry at the park to play Frisbee.

-YAY! First chapter. What do you think so far? Hope you like it...