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Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

The library was one of the oldest buildings in town. The whole building smelled faintly of cedar and old paper, and there always seemed to be the sound of rustling pages, no matter the hour. The sun shone in through the windows, falling across old tables and new computer monitors. The shelves seemed to go on forever, sometimes. Especially to a child. Janice smiled at the little girl chattering to her mother about how many books, how many words there must be in the building. She turned her attention back to putting away the short story collections in the children's section, her last duty before heading home for the weekend. She really loved her job, especially seeing the kids' faces light up when she read to them. They believed everything, that anything was possible. She remembered those days. A wistful sigh escaped her lips. Maybe today would be the day she'd start believing again. She nodded to herself, putting the last book on the shelf with a determined 'thunk' of hardcover on wood. The young woman clocked out and grabbed her jacket, calling goodbyes to the other librarians. She left the front of the red coat unbuttoned. It was too warm to bundle up. It was almost too warm to wear a jacket, but she didn't really mind. She hummed to herself to bring her spirits as high as she could the sun was out, the day was wonderful. People had been nice to her lately! She always loved when things were going right. She couldn't stop smiling! Her brother was supposed to be coming home soon, too. She couldn't remember what day that was supposed to be next week some time, she was sure. She quickly darted across the street, hoping that the blinding flash of sun on her freckled legs wasn't going to cause an accident. Maybe the shorter skirt wasn't such a good idea... It wasn't a particularly long walk home, but she took her time, breathing in the scent of flowers and the feel of sunshine on her back. Of course, if she took too long she knew she'd regret it. It wasn't blindingly hot out, but the ginger woman had to be careful about burning. She'd made that mistake too many times. Way too many... She picked up the pace a little and soon turned up the driveway to her parents' house. Her nose crinkled up at the thought while she pulled her keys from the pocket of her jacket. Hopefully soon, after working at the library for a little longer, she could afford to move out. She opened the door, hung her keys from a hook, and kicked off her shoes. I'm home, she called, hanging her coat up in the hall closet and heading towards the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

Logan Masters hadn't been home for nearly six years now while he was off at college studying medicine. He had come home for the holidays each year sure, but his college was nearly three hundred miles from home and he had a summer job there working as a medical apprentice in the nearby hospital. Coming home for frequent visits during all of that time would have been a little inconvenient. Besides, Logan had always had a bit of an unhealthy attraction toward his little sister, whom was three years younger than him, and he had thought that maybe his time away from home would put a stop to all of that. His little plan to cut himself cold from the object of his affection did not do as he had hoped, of course. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and every time that Logan had come home for the holidays, that cliche was made all too real. Seeing her for only a few short weeks out of a whole year had secretly been killing him inside. Seeing her development as a young woman in yearly spurts as opposed to being there to witness the changes gradually seemed to make her even more appealing and before long, he couldn't help but think of Janice when he was laying with the odd college girl now and then. Today would bring an end to all of that pain, however. Logan had spent the past week packing up his things from his dorm room and loading them into his old dark blue ninety-five mustang so that he could get home from college a week early. No one had been told that he would be home early not even his parents. He wanted it to be a surprise for everyone back home. It was a surprise that he was certain that everyone would enjoy. It wasn't too long, fifteen minutes perhaps, after Janice had gotten home that a familiar dark blue vehicle pulled into the drive of the suburban home where Logan had been raised. Moments later, a familiar figure was stepping out of the car. Logan was roughly six feet and two inches in height with an athletic physique. His body was toned, but not overly muscular, and his clothes clung to him tightly enough to emphasize the fact without being restrictive. Dark denim blue jeans were an almost constant part of his attire, as was his black leather jacket. Today, a navy tee shirt was worn under the jacket, complimenting both of the other pieces of his ensemble. It took Logan only moments to gather the luggage bag that held his clothes from the back seat of his car before turning around and making his way toward the door. His black leather boots thumped against the concrete sidewalk with each step. As he approached the door, his azure eyes scanned the house for any signs that someone was home, but he couldn't see anything with the curtains drawn. Ah well, Logan muttered to himself in a smooth voice as he took the final steps up to the door. He hesitated for a moment then, bringing a hand to run through his earthy-brown hair before he reached out to knock on the door. He could have probably just walked in, sure, but he had been gone for six years. This place felt like home, but at the same time it felt different. Knocking only seemed natural.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

It seemed that she was the only one that was home. Her parents must have been out grocery shopping, probably preparing for Logan's return home. Janice polished off an apple and wandered up the stairs to her room. It had barely changed since she was a young teen most of the same books lined the shelf on the wall, a laptop sat on her desk now, with a stack of DVDs on the floor. The only significant change was a box at the foot of her bed, almost like a chest, that she kept a blanket thrown over most of the time. She had something of an embarrassing collection in there a remotely impressive collection of pornographic magazines. Well, everyone had their dirty little secrets, and as a young woman with no love life and very little sex life, she figured it wasn't too shameful to own a little... well, it was more than a little. She kept it a secret from her family, and more or less everyone in the town. She didn't want her job compromised just because she was a little frisky. The young woman flopped on her bed and looked up at the ceiling with a yawn. She was debating taking a nap when she heard the knock at the door. She groaned, pushing herself up off the bed and tugging her skirt down from where it had ridden halfway up her thighs. She walked down the stairs, feeling no inclination to rush. Who the hell was here, anyway? Probably some UPS guy with something for Dad. She knew she hadn't ordered anything, and definitely wasn't expecting anything for her. Nobody had been invited over, that she could think of, they didn't have new neighbors in the area... Maybe a dog was missing or something? With a shrug, she tucked a ginger curl behind her ear and opened the door. The sight of her brother stunned her for a moment, then a smile split across her face. You're home! she exclaimed, flinging her arms around Logan's neck. It was nice to see him after so long! She felt like she'd barely heard from him at all while he'd been away studying. Even his brief visits, which seemed to become less and less in recent years, had felt too short. There'd always been so much to catch up on. He'd missed out on the last six years of her life. Sure, there had been occasional phone calls and letters in between visits, but for a very long time, Janice had felt like she'd lost her elder brother. Now he was home! For how long, she didn't know, but she intended on making the best of it. She released her brother and beamed up at him. Come on in! Why'd you knock? It's not like you, you know, live here or anything, she teased, leading the way inside and stepping aside to hold the door open for him. Mom and Dad aren't home. I think they're at the store, probably getting your favourite foods and stuff to spoil you with until they remember that you live here again. Her voice had a pleasant, teasing tone to it, and her eyes had a mischievous twinkle to them.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

When the door opened and Logan saw that it was Janice on the other side, a wide smile spread across his lips. Out of everyone that was waiting at home for him - his parents, his friends, the rest of the family Janice was the person that he had missed the most. Before Logan had left, he and his sister had been a lot closer than other siblings were who were close to the same age. The fact that Logan was eighteen and on the constant lookout for the next big 'score' with girls and the fact that he found Janice to be pretty damn attractive probably had something to do with that. Sure, Logan knew that bedding his sister was a sick concept, but as long as he only dreamed about it and didn't actually do it then there was no harm or foul, right? Then, moments later, Janice launched herself forward and threw her arms around her big brother. With no hesitation, Logan returned the hug but in the back of his mind, he was wishing that he could be kissing her instead. Again, Logan knew that this wasn't something that should have ever crossed his mind. He just couldn't help himself when it came to Janice. She had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman and the memories of just how close they used to be were still fresh in his head. That is not to say that they were not still close. Logan wrote her every chance that he had and called home to talk to her frequently, but he still only saw her for a few weeks out of the year. Despite not being in touch physically very often, Logan still considered his baby sister to be his best friend. He had never been able to decide if that was sweet or pathetic. Yeah, I'm home Kiddo, Logan said with a sigh of relief when Janice broke their hug and beckoned him inside. He was right behind her as she stepped into their childhood home and as though it had never been there to begin with, his apprehension about coming home was gone. That feeling that this wasn't really home all washed away when he saw that the place hadn't changed at all. In fact, he had to question whether or not the furniture had even ever been moved so that their mother could clean underneath of it. Yeah, well you know me. I'm always the gentleman, Logan said with a smirk in retort to his little sister's teasing joke. It seemed that Janice was teasing Logan about something every time that he turned around and Logan, in turn, always had some smart-ass remark to make in return. Perhaps that was part of the reason that the two got along so well. It had to be nearly impossible for one of them to take the other seriously. Frankly, Logan was happy to hear that his parents were not home. He wanted to get himself settled back into his old bedroom before their mother was all over him questioning why he didn't bring a steady girl back home with him. He also wasn't looking forward to their father telling their mother not to worry - that it was only natural for a young man to 'throw a few back before he finds a keeper'. The fact of the matter was that Logan had found his keeper long ago. There were just certain complications in their potential relationship.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

Janice simply couldn't stop beaming. Gentleman? She snorted. Sure, let's go with that. Making me get out of my nice cozy bed, so very gentlemanly. She looked at his bag. Is that all you brought home? she asked. She ran up the stairs ahead of him to beat him to his own room, right beside hers. She darted inside and plopped down on his bed, curling her legs under her and tugging her skirt over her knees. Do you want help with anything? Or something to eat? It's been a long trip. She hoped she wasn't smothering him, but she was so grateful to have her brother back, the young woman felt like she was practically vibrating. She looked around Logan's room. It had never been changed, not since he left for school. Her father had suggested once or twice that they convert it into a nice, simple guest room, but both of the women had shot that idea down without further elaboration. Neither Janice nor her mother were willing to let Logan go, and to change his room would be the first step. They were all a little surprised to hear that he would be coming back to stay. They were sure he'd go off and find his own place, especially with the job, and his friends were there. No one was happier than Janice. She hadn't really believed it was possibly true until now. She smiled up at Logan from the bed, trying not to bounce. She was twenty-one, not twelve, and should act as such. She cleared her throat and relaxed her shoulders, folding her hands almost primly in her lap. Still, the smile on her face refused to go away. If you need anything at all, let me know. We have a lot to catch up on, too, you know! Did I tell you I have a real grown-up job now? she grinned. She'd done some seasonal work doing things in retail, but never what she'd call a 'real' job. Never anything that lasted, until now.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

Logan was right on Janice's heels when she took off up the stairway toward his bedroom. Having been his high school soccer captain, he would have easily beaten his book-worm little sister there if he wasn't carrying a bag full of clothes. The bag wasn't his only piece of luggage, of course. It was just the only one that he had brought in from the car. He wouldn't need all of his clothes right away, after all. There would be plenty of time to get the rest of his things later once he had settled in and gotten himself comfortable again in his childhood home. Janice was already making the transition back into normal life a lot easier than he could have hoped for. Upon entering his room, Logan tossed his bag down onto the floor next to the door. The room hadn't changed at all and, honestly, Logan wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Though he had been popular back in high school, a lot of his closer friends were part of the 'goth' crowd. Logan might not have gone so far as to wear eye liner and paint his nails black, but he did wear mostly black clothes and his bedroom had been 'gothed out' to fit the style of the age. Black carpet stretched from wall to wall. The walls themselves matched the dark grey ceiling tiles and were adorned with crimson pentagrams, crucifixes, and other various symbols that probably had a lot less meaning than people liked to pretend. Black curtains hung from each of the windows and black bed sheets decorated the bed. The rest of the furniture the dresser, the wardrobe, the bed frame, and the nightstand were all hardwood - cherry to be precise. It took Logan only a quick look around before he turned to set his gaze upon his little sister whom had perched herself on the edge of his bed. Not that I don't appreciate the shrine to my eternal awesomeness, but do you think that you guys could have made this place a little less... this? Logan's arms were out as if to direct Janice's attention to what he was talking about, as if it was really necessary.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

Janice had never really done much of a phase thing herself. She'd tried to be the popular type, and didn't fit in. She'd been too intimidated by the goths and punks, and was never athletic enough to be a jock. She mostly stuck to the book clubs and things, so, as far as people in school were concerned, she'd been a geek. She didn't have enough of the gadgetry to be classified as a nerd, which she'd had to inform people on several accounts, which really just solidified that opinion of her. Well, no matter, it had suited her just fine. She did what felt right to her. Much of the time people left her alone, but there was always to one or two girls who felt it their life's purpose to make her own life a living hell. She stood up to them when she had to, but most of the time, when she came home, she just felt shattered. Well, that was years ago. Now she was a grown woman, and people left her to her own devices. I never really thought about it, she said, honestly. And Mom was adamant that every little thing be left the way it was the day you went away. She looked around at the occult symbols and smirked a little. She knew the meanings of many of them, just from her dabbling in all types of random research. You know the pentacle is the sign of balance and the ankh symbolizes fertility and everlasting life? she mused aloud. The young woman stood and clasped her hands behind her back. Well, if you want help moving anything, or what have you, let me know! You know where to find me. she smiled widely at Logan and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She figured he probably wanted some time to himself before the parents came home and smothered him ten times worse than she had. And at least she knew when to stop. She ducked into her bedroom and laid on her bed again, closing her eyes. Her own room had spearmint-green wallpaper and a brown carpet, with bright paintings on the walls, and her books, of course. It was pretty simple. It was comfortable. She yawned and rolled onto her side, facing away from the door. Maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad...
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

Janice was definitely nowhere near being a light sleeper. When Logan came into her room, she was sprawled on her stomach in a most unladylike fashion, with one arm hugging her pillow up to her face. Her ginger curls were every way they could possibly be, some fanned out in a halo around her head, some fallen across her face, one very dangerously close to her slightly open mouth. She'd tossed and turned a bit before falling asleep, apparently. One other pillow was near her feet somehow, her blankets were rumpled, and the folded sheet on top of the chest at the foot of her bed had slid off. She herself had no blankets or anything covering her, just her clothing, which was doing a shoddy job, the way it was riding up. She didn't stir when Logan whispered to her, the words not penetrating her wall of sleepy dreamspace. Her dream at the moment was involving a pineapple and three patients in a mental ward. Much other than that, it was impossible to specify... She made a strange, almost catlike sound, and the pillow found its way over her head to block out the late afternoon sunshine that was finding its way through the Venetian blinds.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

Any other brother would have turned and walked away from the sight of their own sister sleeping soundly in her bed. A more caring brother might have even shut the door before doing so but Logan's relationship with Janice was anything but average for a pair of siblings so close in age. Where your average brother would have drawn the line, Logan crossed it and stepped forward into his baby sister's bedroom. His footsteps were slow and quiet as he made his way over to where Janice laying until he was standing at the foot of her bed and towering over her sleeping form. Logan knew all too well how heavy of a sleeper Janice was in thanks to all of the pranks that he used to play on her. Seeing her sleeping there in such a disheveled state and knowing that anything short of shaking her would have virtually no chance of waking her up caused a dark excitement to swell inside of him. In truth, this exact situation had been one of his secret fantasies for years. He had never acted on it before because Janice was fifteen the last time that he was home and while he loved her and found her attractive, he wouldn't dare touch her at such a young age. Now the rules were different. Now Janice was twenty-one and Logan had no personal qualms with doing a little exploring. Sure, she was his sister and if she woke up he would need a damn good excuse to be in her room with his hand on her bust, but those were semantics to Logan. He wasn't going to fuck her or anything. He just wanted to touch her and he didn't see anything wrong with that. She was a beautiful young woman and he was a young man. Sister or not, acknowledging her physical attractiveness was natural. Feeling her up in her sleep might have been an extremely creepy thing to do but Logan was alright with that. Any of his exes could have warned Janice that Logan had a thing for playing with them while they were asleep. Logan used to be insecure about that particular fetish but after seeing some of the kinky shit that college girls got into, he felt much more comfortable about it these days. Hey, Janice, he whispered again as he reached out to nudge her shoulder with his hand. If he was going to live this fantasy, then he needed to be absolutely positive that Janice was lost in her sleep and not in that deceptive stage of sleep where she was technically asleep but could still be woken up by the sound of a falling needle. The last thing that he wanted was his baby sister waking up while his hand was up her skirt.
Thread: Too Close For Comfort [Darkling_Thrush and PredatoryFantasia]

Janice simply pulled the pillow tighter about her head. She was so far gone, it would take a lot more than a simple shoulder nudge to rouse her from her slumber. She'd once slept through a neighbor's tree snapping in half and taking down their back room, right next door. She didn't wake up until her alarm clock went off, the one thing she'd managed to train herself to get her out of bed. She'd been very disoriented and confused as to why there were fire trucks and an ambulance outside, until she'd been brought up to speed. But, right now, she was out cold. She rolled back onto her side, facing her brother, the pillow still mostly covering her face. At this point in the dream, the pineapple had disappeared and she and the three mental patients were on a quest to find the land of mice, so that they could ask their permission to build houses. She probably wouldn't remember the dream after. She would just know that her subconscious is really, really messed up.