kitten
23rd August 2007, 03:16
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NC-17
AU One-shot, Complete
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, the characters of the show or any other copyrighted material. I don't make any money for writing about it.
Distribution: I have posted these stories and have control of them on this site. I don't want them to be posted anywhere else unless I'm the one posting them. Please take down my stories if you have them posted on another archive site. I understand I can't stop you from doing this but I hope by asking politely you'll respect my work and my wishes. If anyone has more comfort and convenience saving the text of a story to their own computer, I have no problem with that.
A/N: I'm going to make this very redundantly specified; this is a Chlex story that includes graphic sex between an alternate universe Chloe and Lex who have both been raised by Lionel. They are not biological siblings, but from the time Lex was 9 and Chloe was 2 they've been living, playing and fighting together. Though this is not legally incest, readers should avoid this story if they feel it will offend them. It also include a little violent content and a level of creepiness and obsession. At the beginning of that sexual relationship both Chloe and Lex are of legal age of consent.
Thanks to the fellow Chlexers who contributed bits and pieces of this idea during a very long shoutbox session. The idea of having Chloe adopted by Lionel after the meteor shower is PMD's. After that comments from Avalanche, Skauble, Somethingeasy, Superag and Westwingwolf led to some other ideas. Due to the nature of how this was written – essentially improvised in paragraphs posted in the shoutbox, there are plot holes to be found. It's more of an impressionistic take on this situation.
Being AU, a lot of the canon details are different but some are the same. Smallville is still a weird little town, Lionel is rich and lives in the castle he brought over from Scotland. He has three sons, two living. He adopts Chloe with his wife Lillian, who later dies. Lucas is not being raised in Smallville and his existence is a secret. Both Chloe and Lex attend private schools, so they don't befriend Clark Kent, Pete Ross or the other teenagers of Smallville. Chloe's parents were the Sullivans, her father an employee of LuthorCorp.
Summary: Lex Luthor loves his little sister too much, and he can't make himself stop.
Once again, the Chloe and Lex in this story have been raised as brother and sister, but there is sexual interaction between them. If you don't want to read that I won't be offended.
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Chloe Luthor carried her smallest suitcase into her father's house, followed by the butler, Enrique.
Her spring vacation lasted a month and she wanted to make as much of it as she could. First was finding her brother and convincing him she was going clubbing whether he liked it or not, so he'd better sneak her in and supervise her. She knew he was unlikely to allow her anywhere near his hang outs, but he might compromise with a visit to one of the city's riskier all-ages clubs. She had no desire to date in the incestuous groups of classmates of her prep school so vacations were her only chance.
“Where's Lex,” she asked. “He got home yesterday, right?”
She knew the normal uprightness of the butler's unwavering spine and watched it get a little more upright. “He is with your father in the library,” he replied. “They are not to be disturbed.”
Lex had been failing some of his classes, and their father had given him several warnings to work harder. Meetings with Lionel Luthor to receive praise were short, so he hadn't been able to turn it around by finals. Mortified on her brother's behalf, and feeling guilty for her own good grades, Chloe didn't ask any further questions. She made sure all her luggage was brought to her room and lay down to sleep off her jet lag.
She'd be lucky if Lex spoke to her at all that week after their father humiliated him.
Blistered with his father's disapproval, Lex went upstairs. He could take the yelling and loss of privileges. It wasn't as if he could tell his father what was bothering him. The punishment was less than he deserved and he was almsot glad for the distraction. If Lionel was looking at his poor grades he wasn't looking at Lex's sudden isolation from the young women he had held like cheap pearls on a string. He wouldn't notice his social life ended, then his grades dropped.
He would miss the timing of it, Lex prayed.
He ignored the ill-will wafting from his father's office, like an indoor fog bank intent on him alone. He didn't envy Chloe's short, to-the-point praise of her grades. He lapsed into silence when she teased him about having so many girlfriends he couldn't think straight. He corrected her – he didn't have girlfriends, not even one.
Mischief turned her mouth up and she leaned over and gave him a stellar view down her shirt.
“Poor girls,” she lamented. “You're so sexy.”
Lex looked away and made a nondescript noise of inquiry. “Sometimes when we were playing Hungry, Hungry Hippos I would look at you concentrating so hard and want you to kiss me,” she confessed, a taunt for his ego that ached truly. She didn't mean it as more than a jibe.
He did not want to be able to seduce every young woman he set his eye on; his eyes only stayed on one now, and she bounced up and stuck her tongue out brazenly. Innocence made her teasing vicious. Her cute letters at school were dabbed with perfume that was her new, grown-up scent. He had to photocopy them and throw out the originals lest he find himself pressing the paper to his heated face.
Whatever affection from her natural parents Chloe remembered, the Luthor reserve didn't extend to the brother she'd been raised with. He got used to her demands to be an exception to his personal space rules. He didn't know how to tactfully enforce them now that it was so awkward in his own mind. Brothers and sisters on television yelled at each other and called for mom for backup. He didn't have a mom. He had Chloe and couldn't afford to make her angry.
She was used to having a roommate and didn't like sleeping in her large room far from everyone else. She showed up at his door in the evening wearing pajamas and a robe and he meant to pick a small fight with her before they went to sleep. He just wanted a few hours of peace but he couldn't bring himself to cut into their time.
He recognized a thousand things about her as she climbed into bed with him, playfully taking one of his pillows. In a replay of their childish games, she pulled the blankets off of him and onto herself. He ignored it and stared at the ceiling, after doing a quick check to make sure he wasn't pitching a tent.
“Give me some blanket.” He might need it to cover his shame, he mused hopelessly.
“Make me,” she taunted, wiggling around and moaning appreciatively. “Wow, so comfy, what a great bed!” She turned on her side and looked at him, squinting in the dark. “Hey, brother bear?”
“Yeah.”
“You haven't been splooging all over these sheets have you?”
“No! Shut up!” He did his frantic masturbating in the shower where the soap and water were ready to wash away part of his guilt. Her soft hand came up to press gently on his cheek and he felt his face go red.
“Sorry, I was joking again. I didn't mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn't. I'm fine.”
She was sad now, recalling the latest father-son chat. The more pressure their father put on him the worst it got. “You know when I'm joking with you I really am joking right? Not like Dad's little challenges.”
“I know.”
“And that I love you no matter what because I secretly always knew I was the smart one,” she continued, throwing the blanket back over him.
“Thanks,” he replied, tone dripping with irony. “I'm glad to know you saw my complete failure coming.”
“You'll do as well at school as you want to do. Don't listen to Dad, you're not living for him despite his attitude. And if you don't like it you can quit and we'll spend the whole summer in the jet flying to exotic locales to sunbathe.”
His mind gave him flashes of mouthwatering sins against his little sister, things he could do with any other woman and only wanted with her. On their honeymoon they could go to private beach and lie naked on the sand all day, and he could take her when he wanted and erase the stigma.
“I don't want to talk about school, I'm tired,” he mumbled, turning away. She followed him, the silk pajamas whispering on his sheets and rubbing on his bare arm as she spooned him.
“Teddy bear,” she sang out, squeezing him.
He nearly threw himself out of the bed. He took a deep breath and realized he was feeling too guilty to get a hard-on. It made him brave. He could have some small comforts and Chloe was his main joy in life.
“I can't sleep this way.”
She moved back and Lex rolled onto his other side to find her curled up and ready to sleep.
“Teddy bear,” she asked, and he closed his eyes in despair.
It wasn't a brotherly hug for him when he pressed his chest into her back and hugged her, his face brushing over her hair. She put her hand over his and sighed happily.
“I know you don't like living with Dad anymore, but I live for your visits. No one understands but you.” She was nearly asleep, so he kissed the top of her head and let himself imagine things were different. She was the only woman he could imagine marrying.
As he moved back to his side of the bed for a sleepless night, Lex thought, at least we're Lex and Chloe Luthor, even if it's not in the right way. He couldn't withhold affection from her - Lionel only gave hugs when cameras were around, and she was as isolated at school as he had been. They needed each other, but his need had become something monstrous, something that could hurt her. And he wouldn't do that to the person he loved more than the worth of the world.
It hurt to love her and he felt the pain rise simultaneously in his cock and with tears. He couldn't stand it and he couldn't give her up. And if Lionel found out he'd take Chloe away and deliver the beating of a lifetime. Lex would almost welcome the feel of his father's fists if it erased the yearning for her that tainted every loving moment.
Chloe skipped over to the car, jingling the keys and swinging her purse around. Lionel chuckled as he watched his son open the driver's side door for her and wondered how far Lex would make it down the road before he realized letting her drive was a roller coaster. Remarkably, his son was smiling and relaxed as she started playing with the buttons on the dash.
He knelt down to adjust her seat so she could reach the pedals. His sister was chattering about the road rules she knew and how good her hand eye coordination was. Lex took a chance and put his hand above her knee to keep his balance, stroking his fingers subtly over the soft skin. As the seat moved forward he let his hand slide higher on her leg, nearing the hem of her skirt. He heard footsteps on the gravel behind him and turned his head to see their father.
Lex moved his hand away but it was too late. Lionel was frowning at him, and Chloe stopped listing the car's attributes to look at her father and brother.
“Dad, Lex, what's wrong? I know it's a powerful motor but I won't speed,” she promised. Lionel's hand came down to his son's collar and yanked him back, making him fall. “Dad!”
She screamed it in fright, never having seen him get violent before. She had been sheltered from the worst of Lionel's sickness as well.
“Get up,” Lionel demanded. “You stand up and tell me what the hell you think you're doing.”
“Dad, I wasn't- I didn't-” Lex stammered as he stood up. His hands were bleeding and gravel was caught in the wounds.
“Dad, you hurt him!” Chloe put herself between them, reaching for Lex's hands and looking at their father accusingly. “He wasn't doing anything!”
He didn't acknowledge the girl, glaring at his son with contempt.
“She's your sister, Lex! She's sixteen. You've been raised together. I don't know how or why this happened but it stops now.” He looked at Chloe with a slightly kinder expression. “Have there been other times where he touched you? I won't let it happen again but you have to tell me the truth.”
He held her by the shoulders as she backed away. “Dad, I don't know what you're talking about . . . he was helping me with the seat. You hurt him.”
She was crying, and turned to Lex. “He's wrong, he's crazy. You wouldn't . . . You're my family. That's disgusting.”
She waited for the denial, for Lex's flawless rationalizing to talk sense into their father, but he just looked at her, eyes empty. His head dropped and he crossed his arms. She froze, gasping in shock. “Just tell me he's crazy and we'll leave so he won't hurt you ever again.”
Lionel let her go when she pushed him away and watched as she took a trembling step toward his son.
“It makes sense if think about it,” Lex insisted. “We're not really related and I don't care what he thinks of us. You knew that I love you Chloe. Given time I think you can love me the same way.”
Her blond head turned in all directions, searching around her for the sign that this was a nightmare. It couldn't be real.
“We've been flirting,” he insisted. “Joking, but flirting. When you touch me I know you feel . . . desire. I don't believe it's wrong to love you the way I do.”
She shook her head, speechless. “I was going to give you more time to figure it out for yourself. It's too late for that now. If you stay here with him I won't be allowed near you, but you can come with me. We can be together.”
He caught her hands in his bloody ones and she cringed, leaning away. “I can't,” she sobbed.
Lex grabbed her and pulled her in, holding her head still as he pressed his lips to her cheek. Chloe was crying but she was afraid of their father. He could make it work.
He was a stranger with his too-tight grip on her and the sweaty way his body was curled around her. She closed her eyes to escape it and Lex kissed her mouth, driving his tongue past her lips like an invader. She let out a little scream and felt someone else separating them. She didn't care who the other person was, clinging to his side and finally recognizing it was her father when he spoke.
“Get out Lex. Get out and never come back. You'll have your inheritance but you're not welcome here to prey on Chloe.”
“You can't kick me out of a home you never made! She tells me to go. Chloe, if you tell me to go I will, but you have to think about this. Think about how many times you've fallen asleep in my arms in the past few weeks. Think about how we only understand each other. This isn't about hurting you and it's not about sex. I love you. I love you enough to go if you say I should.”
She was shaking her head and he didn't know if she heard him. “I'm not angry, Chloe, I'm not going to hurt you or rush you. Please give us a chance. I can't live without you.”
She had known her brother was sick and that after the meteor shower, Julian's and their mother's death he broke down. She didn't see him during those times, being deemed too young to be a witness to it or offer help. She dimly remembered after he came home from boarding school trying to make him play with her and getting almost no response. She felt like that, there but absent, and her voice echoed in her own head as she said, “Go. Go away, Lex.”
The look on his face was painfully, inhumanly blank, as if he had died and was still standing. His mouth twisted into a snarl and he ran to the car. He yanked open the passenger door and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out the gun he kept there. He rounded the car and pointed it to his forehead.
“You're all I have. I don't have anything anymore unless you come with me,” he told her, meeting her green eyes. “You don't have to love me the same way. I didn't say it's not sick and wrong on some level, but on another level it's right,” he pleaded. “I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you. I'm sorry.”
Maybe she only loved him as a sister now, but he could change that if he had more time with her. She was beginning to notice and enjoy the little touches and lingering hugs in a different way. If their father hadn't overreacted they could be together, driving toward the Metropolis penthouse for the weekend. They could still –
Her hands were on his back, their bodies close as she buried her face in his chest.
“No,no,no,no,no,” she chanted between sobs. “Teddy bear.”
Somehow she had encouraged him and if he killed himself she didn't have her life either. Their father had tried to stop her but she was stronger than she'd ever let on, and she had to save Lex. With the last of his ability, Lex dropped the gun and hugged her, giving in to the part of himself that wanted to fuck his sister. She loved him enough to save him and she could love him completely.
The bed moved as she got up and Chloe watched Lex settle back into sleep. Her husband's face was deceptively innocent and she almost laughed at the thought. He was insane, absolutely. She had watched him humour the therapy that was meant to relieve him of his sexual urges toward her. He just came back from each session with some words of devotion and little presents.
He wore her down with gentleness she'd always had to coax from him while they were growing up. Chloe finished high school and went to college, greatly surprised when Lex took a job in the same city to be with her. She kicked him out of her apartment after he moved her in, and he bribed the super to let him rent the one next door. He told her the next day her bed and his were on opposite sides of the same wall. She found it oddly pleasant.
Her classmates thought he was her boyfriend and he didn't introduce himself as her brother. Their common last names meant pretty soon the assumption was they were married. Lex played it up as much as he could. He showed up at her door with food and wine. She ate the food and told him to take his wine back to his place. He was honestly sorry for kissing her against her will, but not sorry for the impulse. He believed they were lovers who hadn't consummated their relationship yet. After hearing it so many times she started to believe it.
She graduated and moved to take a job. That time they shared an apartment, mainly due to Lex's refusal to physically leave without a key. He made her breakfast and packed a lunch for her. He bought her tampons and cuddled with her on the sofa. She went to her bedroom sorry they couldn't sleep in the same bed like they used to, knowing that if they tried now it would be different from the innocent comfort. Eventually she wasn't thinking of him as her brother at all. He was family she found after her parents died. Chloe perfected denial. Lex wrote a thesis on why they were completely legally able to marry and taped an engagement ring to the last page. She balked.
She moved out and dated Fred, who couldn't understand why her former roommate showed up at every restaurant he chose. She dated Robert, who hated Lex on sight and keyed his car. She dumped Robert for hitting Lex and ended up holding an ice pack to his bruised face when he kissed her for the first time after finding out he was attracted to her five years previously.
She kissed him back and felt the confusion and shame fade away when it kept happening. She moved back in. She kept the ring in her purse and put it on her finger sometimes. She left work sick and cried in her car on the way home because she finally understood the depth of pain she had inflicted on him. He came home to her desperate embrace and apologies. He cried a little when he saw she was wearing the ring.
She informed him they were too screwed up for kids, but agreed to a wedding during a European tour since, as she so romantically put it he 'wouldn't go the hell away.' They waited until the wedding night. Chloe nearly fell over trying to undress and she endured a long ten minutes before suggesting champagne – lots of champagne. They woke up on the floor the next morning, not consummated and rather hung over.
Traveling frequently to duck Lionel's incensed messages, they reverted to a base system. They were comfortable on first and second wasn't a major challenge. Three nights into their marriage they stripped down in front of each other and he looked at her with awe.
“I love you, Chloe.”
She smirked – pure bravado. “Yeah, I was getting that impression.”
Lex ran his mouth over her skin with aching slowness and opened her legs to touch her. He cupped her hips and licked her pussy with his eyes closed, trying to take in as much of the moment as he could. Chloe was sighing and moving her body like gentle waves were hitting them, rocking his face between her thighs. She leaned up on her elbows and watched him, finding no disconnect between her brother Lex and her lover Lex. They both loved her more than anyone else, valued her happiness foremost. He had waited years for her to grow up and catch up with him.
She called his name and he lined them up perfectly, sliding inside her with a look on his face she could only describe as bliss. She expected awkwardness or shame to interfere but it was just the two of them allowing themselves each other. There was no one to argue their right to be together and nothing standing in their way.
NC-17
AU One-shot, Complete
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, the characters of the show or any other copyrighted material. I don't make any money for writing about it.
Distribution: I have posted these stories and have control of them on this site. I don't want them to be posted anywhere else unless I'm the one posting them. Please take down my stories if you have them posted on another archive site. I understand I can't stop you from doing this but I hope by asking politely you'll respect my work and my wishes. If anyone has more comfort and convenience saving the text of a story to their own computer, I have no problem with that.
A/N: I'm going to make this very redundantly specified; this is a Chlex story that includes graphic sex between an alternate universe Chloe and Lex who have both been raised by Lionel. They are not biological siblings, but from the time Lex was 9 and Chloe was 2 they've been living, playing and fighting together. Though this is not legally incest, readers should avoid this story if they feel it will offend them. It also include a little violent content and a level of creepiness and obsession. At the beginning of that sexual relationship both Chloe and Lex are of legal age of consent.
Thanks to the fellow Chlexers who contributed bits and pieces of this idea during a very long shoutbox session. The idea of having Chloe adopted by Lionel after the meteor shower is PMD's. After that comments from Avalanche, Skauble, Somethingeasy, Superag and Westwingwolf led to some other ideas. Due to the nature of how this was written – essentially improvised in paragraphs posted in the shoutbox, there are plot holes to be found. It's more of an impressionistic take on this situation.
Being AU, a lot of the canon details are different but some are the same. Smallville is still a weird little town, Lionel is rich and lives in the castle he brought over from Scotland. He has three sons, two living. He adopts Chloe with his wife Lillian, who later dies. Lucas is not being raised in Smallville and his existence is a secret. Both Chloe and Lex attend private schools, so they don't befriend Clark Kent, Pete Ross or the other teenagers of Smallville. Chloe's parents were the Sullivans, her father an employee of LuthorCorp.
Summary: Lex Luthor loves his little sister too much, and he can't make himself stop.
Once again, the Chloe and Lex in this story have been raised as brother and sister, but there is sexual interaction between them. If you don't want to read that I won't be offended.
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Chloe Luthor carried her smallest suitcase into her father's house, followed by the butler, Enrique.
Her spring vacation lasted a month and she wanted to make as much of it as she could. First was finding her brother and convincing him she was going clubbing whether he liked it or not, so he'd better sneak her in and supervise her. She knew he was unlikely to allow her anywhere near his hang outs, but he might compromise with a visit to one of the city's riskier all-ages clubs. She had no desire to date in the incestuous groups of classmates of her prep school so vacations were her only chance.
“Where's Lex,” she asked. “He got home yesterday, right?”
She knew the normal uprightness of the butler's unwavering spine and watched it get a little more upright. “He is with your father in the library,” he replied. “They are not to be disturbed.”
Lex had been failing some of his classes, and their father had given him several warnings to work harder. Meetings with Lionel Luthor to receive praise were short, so he hadn't been able to turn it around by finals. Mortified on her brother's behalf, and feeling guilty for her own good grades, Chloe didn't ask any further questions. She made sure all her luggage was brought to her room and lay down to sleep off her jet lag.
She'd be lucky if Lex spoke to her at all that week after their father humiliated him.
Blistered with his father's disapproval, Lex went upstairs. He could take the yelling and loss of privileges. It wasn't as if he could tell his father what was bothering him. The punishment was less than he deserved and he was almsot glad for the distraction. If Lionel was looking at his poor grades he wasn't looking at Lex's sudden isolation from the young women he had held like cheap pearls on a string. He wouldn't notice his social life ended, then his grades dropped.
He would miss the timing of it, Lex prayed.
He ignored the ill-will wafting from his father's office, like an indoor fog bank intent on him alone. He didn't envy Chloe's short, to-the-point praise of her grades. He lapsed into silence when she teased him about having so many girlfriends he couldn't think straight. He corrected her – he didn't have girlfriends, not even one.
Mischief turned her mouth up and she leaned over and gave him a stellar view down her shirt.
“Poor girls,” she lamented. “You're so sexy.”
Lex looked away and made a nondescript noise of inquiry. “Sometimes when we were playing Hungry, Hungry Hippos I would look at you concentrating so hard and want you to kiss me,” she confessed, a taunt for his ego that ached truly. She didn't mean it as more than a jibe.
He did not want to be able to seduce every young woman he set his eye on; his eyes only stayed on one now, and she bounced up and stuck her tongue out brazenly. Innocence made her teasing vicious. Her cute letters at school were dabbed with perfume that was her new, grown-up scent. He had to photocopy them and throw out the originals lest he find himself pressing the paper to his heated face.
Whatever affection from her natural parents Chloe remembered, the Luthor reserve didn't extend to the brother she'd been raised with. He got used to her demands to be an exception to his personal space rules. He didn't know how to tactfully enforce them now that it was so awkward in his own mind. Brothers and sisters on television yelled at each other and called for mom for backup. He didn't have a mom. He had Chloe and couldn't afford to make her angry.
She was used to having a roommate and didn't like sleeping in her large room far from everyone else. She showed up at his door in the evening wearing pajamas and a robe and he meant to pick a small fight with her before they went to sleep. He just wanted a few hours of peace but he couldn't bring himself to cut into their time.
He recognized a thousand things about her as she climbed into bed with him, playfully taking one of his pillows. In a replay of their childish games, she pulled the blankets off of him and onto herself. He ignored it and stared at the ceiling, after doing a quick check to make sure he wasn't pitching a tent.
“Give me some blanket.” He might need it to cover his shame, he mused hopelessly.
“Make me,” she taunted, wiggling around and moaning appreciatively. “Wow, so comfy, what a great bed!” She turned on her side and looked at him, squinting in the dark. “Hey, brother bear?”
“Yeah.”
“You haven't been splooging all over these sheets have you?”
“No! Shut up!” He did his frantic masturbating in the shower where the soap and water were ready to wash away part of his guilt. Her soft hand came up to press gently on his cheek and he felt his face go red.
“Sorry, I was joking again. I didn't mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn't. I'm fine.”
She was sad now, recalling the latest father-son chat. The more pressure their father put on him the worst it got. “You know when I'm joking with you I really am joking right? Not like Dad's little challenges.”
“I know.”
“And that I love you no matter what because I secretly always knew I was the smart one,” she continued, throwing the blanket back over him.
“Thanks,” he replied, tone dripping with irony. “I'm glad to know you saw my complete failure coming.”
“You'll do as well at school as you want to do. Don't listen to Dad, you're not living for him despite his attitude. And if you don't like it you can quit and we'll spend the whole summer in the jet flying to exotic locales to sunbathe.”
His mind gave him flashes of mouthwatering sins against his little sister, things he could do with any other woman and only wanted with her. On their honeymoon they could go to private beach and lie naked on the sand all day, and he could take her when he wanted and erase the stigma.
“I don't want to talk about school, I'm tired,” he mumbled, turning away. She followed him, the silk pajamas whispering on his sheets and rubbing on his bare arm as she spooned him.
“Teddy bear,” she sang out, squeezing him.
He nearly threw himself out of the bed. He took a deep breath and realized he was feeling too guilty to get a hard-on. It made him brave. He could have some small comforts and Chloe was his main joy in life.
“I can't sleep this way.”
She moved back and Lex rolled onto his other side to find her curled up and ready to sleep.
“Teddy bear,” she asked, and he closed his eyes in despair.
It wasn't a brotherly hug for him when he pressed his chest into her back and hugged her, his face brushing over her hair. She put her hand over his and sighed happily.
“I know you don't like living with Dad anymore, but I live for your visits. No one understands but you.” She was nearly asleep, so he kissed the top of her head and let himself imagine things were different. She was the only woman he could imagine marrying.
As he moved back to his side of the bed for a sleepless night, Lex thought, at least we're Lex and Chloe Luthor, even if it's not in the right way. He couldn't withhold affection from her - Lionel only gave hugs when cameras were around, and she was as isolated at school as he had been. They needed each other, but his need had become something monstrous, something that could hurt her. And he wouldn't do that to the person he loved more than the worth of the world.
It hurt to love her and he felt the pain rise simultaneously in his cock and with tears. He couldn't stand it and he couldn't give her up. And if Lionel found out he'd take Chloe away and deliver the beating of a lifetime. Lex would almost welcome the feel of his father's fists if it erased the yearning for her that tainted every loving moment.
Chloe skipped over to the car, jingling the keys and swinging her purse around. Lionel chuckled as he watched his son open the driver's side door for her and wondered how far Lex would make it down the road before he realized letting her drive was a roller coaster. Remarkably, his son was smiling and relaxed as she started playing with the buttons on the dash.
He knelt down to adjust her seat so she could reach the pedals. His sister was chattering about the road rules she knew and how good her hand eye coordination was. Lex took a chance and put his hand above her knee to keep his balance, stroking his fingers subtly over the soft skin. As the seat moved forward he let his hand slide higher on her leg, nearing the hem of her skirt. He heard footsteps on the gravel behind him and turned his head to see their father.
Lex moved his hand away but it was too late. Lionel was frowning at him, and Chloe stopped listing the car's attributes to look at her father and brother.
“Dad, Lex, what's wrong? I know it's a powerful motor but I won't speed,” she promised. Lionel's hand came down to his son's collar and yanked him back, making him fall. “Dad!”
She screamed it in fright, never having seen him get violent before. She had been sheltered from the worst of Lionel's sickness as well.
“Get up,” Lionel demanded. “You stand up and tell me what the hell you think you're doing.”
“Dad, I wasn't- I didn't-” Lex stammered as he stood up. His hands were bleeding and gravel was caught in the wounds.
“Dad, you hurt him!” Chloe put herself between them, reaching for Lex's hands and looking at their father accusingly. “He wasn't doing anything!”
He didn't acknowledge the girl, glaring at his son with contempt.
“She's your sister, Lex! She's sixteen. You've been raised together. I don't know how or why this happened but it stops now.” He looked at Chloe with a slightly kinder expression. “Have there been other times where he touched you? I won't let it happen again but you have to tell me the truth.”
He held her by the shoulders as she backed away. “Dad, I don't know what you're talking about . . . he was helping me with the seat. You hurt him.”
She was crying, and turned to Lex. “He's wrong, he's crazy. You wouldn't . . . You're my family. That's disgusting.”
She waited for the denial, for Lex's flawless rationalizing to talk sense into their father, but he just looked at her, eyes empty. His head dropped and he crossed his arms. She froze, gasping in shock. “Just tell me he's crazy and we'll leave so he won't hurt you ever again.”
Lionel let her go when she pushed him away and watched as she took a trembling step toward his son.
“It makes sense if think about it,” Lex insisted. “We're not really related and I don't care what he thinks of us. You knew that I love you Chloe. Given time I think you can love me the same way.”
Her blond head turned in all directions, searching around her for the sign that this was a nightmare. It couldn't be real.
“We've been flirting,” he insisted. “Joking, but flirting. When you touch me I know you feel . . . desire. I don't believe it's wrong to love you the way I do.”
She shook her head, speechless. “I was going to give you more time to figure it out for yourself. It's too late for that now. If you stay here with him I won't be allowed near you, but you can come with me. We can be together.”
He caught her hands in his bloody ones and she cringed, leaning away. “I can't,” she sobbed.
Lex grabbed her and pulled her in, holding her head still as he pressed his lips to her cheek. Chloe was crying but she was afraid of their father. He could make it work.
He was a stranger with his too-tight grip on her and the sweaty way his body was curled around her. She closed her eyes to escape it and Lex kissed her mouth, driving his tongue past her lips like an invader. She let out a little scream and felt someone else separating them. She didn't care who the other person was, clinging to his side and finally recognizing it was her father when he spoke.
“Get out Lex. Get out and never come back. You'll have your inheritance but you're not welcome here to prey on Chloe.”
“You can't kick me out of a home you never made! She tells me to go. Chloe, if you tell me to go I will, but you have to think about this. Think about how many times you've fallen asleep in my arms in the past few weeks. Think about how we only understand each other. This isn't about hurting you and it's not about sex. I love you. I love you enough to go if you say I should.”
She was shaking her head and he didn't know if she heard him. “I'm not angry, Chloe, I'm not going to hurt you or rush you. Please give us a chance. I can't live without you.”
She had known her brother was sick and that after the meteor shower, Julian's and their mother's death he broke down. She didn't see him during those times, being deemed too young to be a witness to it or offer help. She dimly remembered after he came home from boarding school trying to make him play with her and getting almost no response. She felt like that, there but absent, and her voice echoed in her own head as she said, “Go. Go away, Lex.”
The look on his face was painfully, inhumanly blank, as if he had died and was still standing. His mouth twisted into a snarl and he ran to the car. He yanked open the passenger door and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out the gun he kept there. He rounded the car and pointed it to his forehead.
“You're all I have. I don't have anything anymore unless you come with me,” he told her, meeting her green eyes. “You don't have to love me the same way. I didn't say it's not sick and wrong on some level, but on another level it's right,” he pleaded. “I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you. I'm sorry.”
Maybe she only loved him as a sister now, but he could change that if he had more time with her. She was beginning to notice and enjoy the little touches and lingering hugs in a different way. If their father hadn't overreacted they could be together, driving toward the Metropolis penthouse for the weekend. They could still –
Her hands were on his back, their bodies close as she buried her face in his chest.
“No,no,no,no,no,” she chanted between sobs. “Teddy bear.”
Somehow she had encouraged him and if he killed himself she didn't have her life either. Their father had tried to stop her but she was stronger than she'd ever let on, and she had to save Lex. With the last of his ability, Lex dropped the gun and hugged her, giving in to the part of himself that wanted to fuck his sister. She loved him enough to save him and she could love him completely.
The bed moved as she got up and Chloe watched Lex settle back into sleep. Her husband's face was deceptively innocent and she almost laughed at the thought. He was insane, absolutely. She had watched him humour the therapy that was meant to relieve him of his sexual urges toward her. He just came back from each session with some words of devotion and little presents.
He wore her down with gentleness she'd always had to coax from him while they were growing up. Chloe finished high school and went to college, greatly surprised when Lex took a job in the same city to be with her. She kicked him out of her apartment after he moved her in, and he bribed the super to let him rent the one next door. He told her the next day her bed and his were on opposite sides of the same wall. She found it oddly pleasant.
Her classmates thought he was her boyfriend and he didn't introduce himself as her brother. Their common last names meant pretty soon the assumption was they were married. Lex played it up as much as he could. He showed up at her door with food and wine. She ate the food and told him to take his wine back to his place. He was honestly sorry for kissing her against her will, but not sorry for the impulse. He believed they were lovers who hadn't consummated their relationship yet. After hearing it so many times she started to believe it.
She graduated and moved to take a job. That time they shared an apartment, mainly due to Lex's refusal to physically leave without a key. He made her breakfast and packed a lunch for her. He bought her tampons and cuddled with her on the sofa. She went to her bedroom sorry they couldn't sleep in the same bed like they used to, knowing that if they tried now it would be different from the innocent comfort. Eventually she wasn't thinking of him as her brother at all. He was family she found after her parents died. Chloe perfected denial. Lex wrote a thesis on why they were completely legally able to marry and taped an engagement ring to the last page. She balked.
She moved out and dated Fred, who couldn't understand why her former roommate showed up at every restaurant he chose. She dated Robert, who hated Lex on sight and keyed his car. She dumped Robert for hitting Lex and ended up holding an ice pack to his bruised face when he kissed her for the first time after finding out he was attracted to her five years previously.
She kissed him back and felt the confusion and shame fade away when it kept happening. She moved back in. She kept the ring in her purse and put it on her finger sometimes. She left work sick and cried in her car on the way home because she finally understood the depth of pain she had inflicted on him. He came home to her desperate embrace and apologies. He cried a little when he saw she was wearing the ring.
She informed him they were too screwed up for kids, but agreed to a wedding during a European tour since, as she so romantically put it he 'wouldn't go the hell away.' They waited until the wedding night. Chloe nearly fell over trying to undress and she endured a long ten minutes before suggesting champagne – lots of champagne. They woke up on the floor the next morning, not consummated and rather hung over.
Traveling frequently to duck Lionel's incensed messages, they reverted to a base system. They were comfortable on first and second wasn't a major challenge. Three nights into their marriage they stripped down in front of each other and he looked at her with awe.
“I love you, Chloe.”
She smirked – pure bravado. “Yeah, I was getting that impression.”
Lex ran his mouth over her skin with aching slowness and opened her legs to touch her. He cupped her hips and licked her pussy with his eyes closed, trying to take in as much of the moment as he could. Chloe was sighing and moving her body like gentle waves were hitting them, rocking his face between her thighs. She leaned up on her elbows and watched him, finding no disconnect between her brother Lex and her lover Lex. They both loved her more than anyone else, valued her happiness foremost. He had waited years for her to grow up and catch up with him.
She called his name and he lined them up perfectly, sliding inside her with a look on his face she could only describe as bliss. She expected awkwardness or shame to interfere but it was just the two of them allowing themselves each other. There was no one to argue their right to be together and nothing standing in their way.