~*~Not all [snake]bites are venomous.~*~ {Z3br4 und Renesmee};;

Ethan sat calmly in his bedroom, head bobbing up and down to a seemingly silent beat. The world around him was muffled by a large headset, microphone and all, the cushioned headphones surrounded his ears as his favorite band played. His feet began to move in a slow steady beat, not quite matching the fast paced song. He couldn't hold it anymore, he threw his chair backwards, it landing on the ground with a thud as he jumped over to the empty part of his bedroom and began to two-step, scene style, his headphones ripping out so that his speakers blasted the music at obnoxious levels. He continued on for awhile, about ten minutes straight. Throwing elbows, painting the sky, picking up changed, basically everything he'd normally do in a mosh, screaming along with the lyrics. When he finally finished he fell over onto his bed in a heap of sweat.

His white Death Cab for Cutie shirt was clung to his thin figure dripping wet now, skinny jeans that were skin tight already felt even tighter and heavier than before, making them rather uncomfortable on his skin as sweat slipped around between them and his legs. He'd be taking a shower soon, but this was a good way to start off the morning. It was about 10:03a.m. and he hadn't slept yet. Breathing heavily he stared up at the ceiling, his arms falling outspread with his legs, making it look like he was getting ready to make a snow-angel. Pale skin, accented by black hair and black lip rings; 18 gauge.

He wasn't the most popular kid in school, then again that's because he'd just graduated not too long ago, the school year before in fact, about a month before his 18th birthday. He was glad to be out, currently having a job to keep him occupied, he worked at the local hot topic. Easy job and an easy way to get girls from the area. Having around 90 people in his phone, about 80 of which were girls that he had no relation to, family wise. That didn't mean he was a whore though, he just kept his options open. He'd only kissed and felt up few girls, maxing out at four in each category. However that didn't mean there weren't rumors with support. Many girls claimed to have slept with him and often tried using a picture of his erect dick on their cell as proof. The picture had been taken one night when he'd gotten a little too high and took a few pics and forwarded them to a few girls on his phone, it quickly spread until just about everybody in the area had seen it.

Other than that...Ethan was a normal teenager that liked to party.

It's not that he was always home, it's just he hadn't been scheduled to work these past few days, there was a bit of remodeling going on in the store and since he wasn't management, yet, he didn't have to do anything but take a vacation. After about two minutes of laying there, staring at the ceiling he decided to get a drink, first he'd clean up a bit. Pulling off his clothes he changed into a pair of pajama pants, basically full length boxers, and a loose fitting Family Guy t-shirt that had Stewie on the front of it. He yawned slightly as he walked out of bedroom and down the hall towards the kitchen.

Movement. He was hearing movement, who could be home though? Both their parents worked and Leona was supposed to be at school... Carefully he peered around the corner...Leona!? He knew she'd been kicked out of school for skipping and whatnot but, he figured she'd learned her lesson, hence why she hadn't been kicked out of Catholic School. This probably wouldn't end well, and if his parents found out, it'd be his fault! He's not in school anymore so it's technically it's his responsibility to send her back. They just wouldn't find out. What kind of a hypocrite would he be? He skipped school constantly, faking sick, signing himself out, just not going, before he graduated.

"Ahem..." He said as if to clear his throat as he stepped into the kitchen, his hair now looking like sex hair, sweat drying and mixed with him changing his clothes, it still resembled his normal hairstyle, just messy. "...what do we have here?" He continued, a rhetorical question of course. "Mom and Dad would freak if they knew I didn't send you back...you know that means right?" He asked her, leaving in a dramatic pause before continuing, not caring if he'd end up cutting her off or not. "It means they're not going to find out." He told her at last, a big grin on his face. "Although...nevermind." He had a bit of a plan, nothing really important, but she would owe him now. Perhaps he'd get her to do his chores or something, he'd have to think. In the meanwhile he walked over to the kitchen sink, filling up one of the clean glasses in it with cold water, which he prompty drank in about two gulps.

"Oh that...Didn't you see her jumping out the window? It's the latest rumor about my sex life, so secret I don't even know about it until the rest of the world does!" He said joking about all the false pretenses around his non-existant sex life that people like to make up. "Yeah, I'd say you definitely owe me one, and I swear I won't tell." Laughing a bit as he said it. "Also, I was about to take a shower actually, I just needed some water to drink first. Shower water does not make good drinking water. Leaves your mouth dryer than it previously was, trust me...I learned the hard way a few years back." Laughing once more at the thought, it sucked at the time.

Ethan was also tired, letting out a yawn just after her. "Dammit, that shits contagious." He said through the yawn. He grew slightly red, most likely not noticeable due to how red he'd been from sweating so hard, as she ran her hand over his chest. He knew she was up to something though. "What do you want?" He asked before it went any further. Then he caught scent of his body odor, it was bad. "Actually, this can wait. I need a shower, bad." He said before pulling away and heading back upstairs.

Once inside the shower he shut door behind him and dropped his clothes to the floor, they were already sweaty and stained with the scent of his body. He'd get fresh clothes after his shower. He turned the water up to a rather high degree and stepped inside, steam rising up around him, the hot water relaxing all of his once tensed muscles. He wasn't exactly buff, but he was toned, and his muscular structure was clearly defined to fit his thin figure. He ran his hands through his hair, shampooing and then conditioning. Once it felt clean he moved onto body wash, the fresh scent of which would carry with the steam into the vents and spread through the house. There would be no trace of his b.o. left in the house, it was like an air freshener but better.

Ethan waited a few minutes longer in the shower, allowing the bodywash to slowly wash away from his pale frame he let out a sigh of relief as he shut the water off. He waited a few more moments, just dripping wet as he thought about things, remembering something he'd heard lately. While he may not have known about his sister's 'job' he had heard rumor of pictures that were going around, he figured she'd heard about his picture that had gone around, probably seen it too, things like that always had a way of reaching well, everybody. It was just something they'd have in common he thought, if it were true.

Unfortunately for Leona, the pants he'd brought into the bathroom, being pajama pants, didn't even have pockets. He kept his wallet well hidden, and for him well hidden means locked in his car while placed in the bottom of the driver's seat. No way anybody would ever think of looking there. Only way somebody would find it is if they knew it was there, or if they were working in a chop shop and came across it on accident while removing the seat.

After thinking these things he pulled the shower curtain aside, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around him as he dried off his torso a bit before pulling it off and setting it on top of his head and rubbing furiously, drying it as much as possible. Once he removed the towel his eyes grew wide at the site of Leona in the bathroom with him, his pants in her hand. "What the fuck are you doing?" He questioned, putting emphasis and anger into the word 'fuck'.

He was pissed.

Ethan stormed into his bedroom, pulling out some fresh clothes and quickly dressing himself. He definitely was dumb, she's taken his money before. He noticed minor things in his room that had been moved, drawers that weren't exactly as he left him. Maybe it was O.C.D. or maybe just him being wise, either way...he always noticed the tiniest change in his bedroom. Leona had been looking for money, luckily she didn't know the spot. As pissed as he was he decided not to do anything about it, yet. This would make two she owed him at least, and he'd be asking her if the picture rumor was true.

He had felt kind of bad when he had seen her tear up but that didn't make him any less pissed. He grabbed one of his stress balls and began to use it. He used to have anger problems, really bad. He'd gotten much better since then. Now he occasionally had outbursts, mostly just him getting really loud and swearing a lot. He used to get into it physically though. That being one of the things that had gotten him into a lot of trouble. Countless fights in school, however they knew he had an anger problem so he was never permanently expelled from a single school, it was actually somewhat genetic. Certain generations of males in his family would develop testosterone buildup, which caused all their bottled up emotions to be overactive when released, and in his case...they were released in rage. He'd almost attacked Leona before when they were younger but he'd managed to keep himself calm somehow.

He fondled the stress ball for what seemed like hours, growing calmer until he was back to normal, by this time he realized he'd ripped the ball and had nothing but a half empty rubber sack with a pile of sand on the floor. "Son of a bitch..." He said to himself as he dropped the stress ball down into the pile. He'd clean it later. If he hadn't had that stress ball though...who knows what he would've ended up doing to Leona this time.

Ethan glared at his sister as she entered his doorway, some of the rage and frustration returning to him. Furious he was but he wouldn't act on it. The stress ball had cured him thus much. All his pent up rage had been released there. He knew he had over-reacted, and hated himself for it even if he had been blinded by anger, especially now as he saw tears start to roll down Leona's cheeks. "Leona..." He began, letting out an exasperate sigh, becoming calm once more. Anger problems were a bitch to deal with.

"Leona, I-" He continued, before he was suddenly cut off. He'd screwed up this time, it wasn't just her. If he hadn't over-reacted he wouldn't be on this guilt trip he was on now. His teeth clench a bit and his hands balled up into fists, not for her though, for himself. He turned around quickly and punched his wall, not the smartest idea, he put a hole clean in it and he split two of his knuckles pretty cleanly. "I'm such a fuck up!" He yelled as his hand penetrated the once visually 'perfect' wall. Blood was pouring down his two forward fingers now and his hand was throbbing, but he felt better. Turning around he held his sister close to him in a hug. "I'm sorry too...I shouldn't of reacted how I did. I love you too..." He whispered into her ear.

"However, there's something I want to ask you about. Something I heard awhile back but wasn't sure if it's true. Don't worry I won't tell mom and dad if it is. It'll just mean we have something in common, as you've probably already heard about me, if you haven't seen it already." He said as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "I heard there are some...less than clothed pictures of you going around. Is this true?" He asked, trying to word it without sounding like an ignoramus.

He was kind of relieved to hear that there were actually pictures, it means he wasn't the only one in his family that had made a mistake like that. "I see, well then I guess we do have something in common!" He told her with a bit of a laugh, trying to make light of it, before noticing she was crying. Were the circumstances different? So different that they'd refresh her tears and put her into an emotional state of mind such as this? He was convinced something was wrong as soon as that question came, 'Am I whore?'. In all honesty, he couldn't answer truthfully without knowing the full extent.

"Well, I don't really know. I don't think you are, but I also don't know the full extent of things that could qualify you as a whore. However if you ask me, whores are usually ugly, and you Leona... Well, you're far from it." He explained putting his arm around her and pulling her close once more, as if to give her a shoulder to cry on; literally. "Leona, I'm not going to judge you like others are. I'm your brother, you can tell me anything, I'm here to try to make things better, cheer you up, things like that. Y'know?" He went on to say. He had become much calmer now, acting just as an older brother should whilst caring and looking out for his younger siblings.

"How about you tell me everything though... No more secrets, understand?" He said to her. If he was to help her and then cheer her up, he would need to know the complete truth. She would have to tell him everything he didn't know. The blowjobs, the handjobs, and anything else he didn't know about. She thought he already knew, so maybe it wouldn't be too hard for her to tell him anyways. The real question was, would he be able to handle it? Knowing that technically his sister was a whore, almost as big of a whore as he had restrained himself from becoming by choosing an inactive sex life?

Ethan's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he lost seemingly all respect for his sister. She really was a whore. However, he still needed to be caring older brother. He wasn't going to allow himself to get mad. It took a lot of willpower, but he remained calm. After all, he was more devastated than angry. She was sick, that's it. At least, that's what he told himself. An addiction can be explained as a sickness, one there is no real cure for. She did the only thing rational in her head. Remaining quiet for a few minutes he had continued to hold her close in his arms.

"I see..." He said at last. "Well, I still don't think you're a whore. Tell me though, why didn't you ever come to me? I have a job, I have money you know..." He said sounding somewhat upset, not angry, just disappointed. He just hoped he hadn't sounded like he was asking for her to please him in those way in exchange for the cash. After all, they were related. He would gladly give her some of his money if she asked, sure she would have to eventually pay him back, but it'd be like a loan.

Just then, something happened. A vibration went off in his pocket as he received a message on his phone. As he looked at it his jaw dropped a bit. "Woah...This is new." He sounded surprised, something not very often happening to him. "Usually random numbers just text me asking to have sex with them, this one sent me a body shot. No face though...Never got naked pics on the phone though...Damn she's got a nice body!" He said, growing a bit in his pants, most likely visible, if one looked, seeing as he was wearing sweatpants. He held the phone to his sister to show her the picture, what he didn't know was...the picture was one of the ones she had given out. "I'm keeping that picture for later."

"Bring me down? Pft, impossible. I'm Ethan of Hot-fucking-Topic. I own this area. What I say on the record is posted across Myspace. Nothing can tear me down from the pedestal my fans have built me." he said, probably sounding conceited but every word of it was true. While not loved by -everybody- he had become the hottie of the area and everywhere with access to his Hot Topic. That's when she took the phone away from him and revealed a terrible truth to him, that amazing body he'd just been turned on by had been hers. His face turned a deep shade of red.

"W-w-what!?" He exclaimed as he let go of her, feeling like a total pervert. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn't mean it, I mean I did but I didn't know it was you! SHIT! Shit, shit, shit!" He cried out as if he was in the midst of a panic attack, stumbling over his own words, speaking so fast he was barely understand. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was getting a fucking boner over his sister's body, his SISTER'S! Blood relation, incest. He felt disgusting.

"What the FUCK is wrong with me?" He yelled out growing angry at himself again, not enough to punch the wall. He was still too embarassed about what he had said about Leona...to Leona! She was probably disgusted with him now, he was surprised she didn't run out of the room to get away from him. He was a pervert, a filthy pervert, a true mental fuck up as he called himself. However, he would not deny the fact this sister had an amazing body and that she was totally fuckable if he would allow himself to become ignorant to the fact that they were related. Wait, what was he thinking? NO! Wrong, wrong, wrong. He was fighting with his own mental state right now. He knew he was a pig now and he hated it about himself. It didn't change things though, his erection was continuing to grow the more he thought about it.

Fucking sick-o.

Ethan had barely heard what Leona had said, and it certainly hadn't registered with him. He'd been too busy beating himself up for how disgusting he felt. He didn't think he'd ever be able to stop his current thoughts until Leona moved onto him and kissed him. He froze up at first and sat there. Then he moved to embrace it was too late, she'd already pulled away. He too was blushing furiously now.

His mind would go blank again as she began to straddle him, just what he had been fearing. He held her close regardless, as his body reacted more. She'd soon be feeling something pressing up against her bottom. Did this mean he'd have to have to discuss the first thing that popped up, with his sister? His mind returned just as she admitted to liking the idea of him liking her body.

"Of course you're not ugly. Leona, you're gorgeous." He said to her as he felt her nibbling on his neck, it was weird since she was his sister but he liked it, a lot. "You're my sister Leona, how could I not love you? My beautiful little sister..." He said as he looked back at her before moving in, placing a subtle kiss on her lips before pulling her in closer and deepening the moment.