Sister/Brother Conflict

Sister/Brother Conflict

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Allaine Smith is finally going to see her beloved elder step-brother, Vincent, again after their separation two years before when their parents divorced. Their reunion comes in the form of a business proposition:she is moving to New York where she will once again live with Vincent and take a job as an assistant in his business. Little does Allaine know that her new job is as be Vincent's new personal assistant; a position that hardly helps her suppress the fiery feelings she has for him. Thankfully, she discovers that he returns her feelings, and their relationship finally begins. But numerous trials face them, coming in the form of a pretty young Journalist, a famous pop star, a well known director, and a prodigy pianist. Will their love survive? Or will their feelings be aimed towards another?

Summary

Allaine Smith is finally going to see her beloved elder step-brother, Vincent, again after their separation two years before when their parents divorced.
Their reunion comes in the form of a business proposition:she is moving to New York where she will once again live with Vincent and take a job as an assistant in his business.
Little does Allaine know that her new job is as be Vincent's new personal assistant; a position that hardly helps her suppress the fiery feelings she has for him.
Thankfully, she discovers that he returns her feelings, and their relationship finally begins.
But numerous trials face them, coming in the form of a pretty young Journalist, a famous pop star, a well known director, and a prodigy pianist. Will their love survive? Or will their feelings be aimed towards another?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Sister/Brother Conflict

Author Chapter Note

Allaine Smith is finally going to see her beloved elder step-brother, Vincent, again after their separation two years before when their parents divorced. Their reunion comes in the form of a business proposition:she is moving to New York where she will once again live with Vincent and take a job as an assistant in his business. Little does Allaine know that her new job is as be Vincent's new personal assistant; a position that hardly helps her suppress the fiery feelings she has for him. Thankfully, she discovers that he returns her feelings, and their relationship finally begins. But numerous trials face them, coming in the form of a pretty young Journalist, a famous pop star, a well known director, and a prodigy pianist. Will their love survive? Or will their feelings be aimed towards another?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 29, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 29, 2013

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The charecters in this novel are not siblings, and are in no way related through blood or any other means(i.e. adoption). 

 

Chapter 1:

He always took care of Her. Even in Her dreams. For a moment she was a child again, holding onto his small hand which at the time had only been slightly larger than her own. She loved his hands. She would always find myself taking ahold of one, tightly, as if something awful would happen if she let go.
He never minded. After all, he was the big brother. He let her hold them, let her stay at his side. That’s probably the reason he never really had any friends at that time: because he was too busy taking care of her.

“Fin?” That’s what she called him in those days. She couldn’t pronounce the letter V, so it came out as an F.  

“Fin?” She’d ask again, and he’d turn to her and she’d be looking up into those beautiful eyes of his; not really green or blue, but a combination of the two. Looking into them, she’d get lost and forget herself, even as a child, though she didn’t think about it at that time. They were like pools of water, silent and still. Still as the surface of a mirror, still as her heart as she gazed into them. She also loved those eyes his.

He would then smile and say “Yes Allie?”

The stillness broke, shattering like glass at the sound of his voice. Allie was no longer a child, but a woman, her body laid out beneath his warmth.  He held her, thrusting himself deep inside, making their two bodies one. She could feel herself through his touch, feel the reality of their joined flesh, and she reveled in it.

“Allie.” He’d say, his voice hoarse and breathless as he pushed himself into her once again. And his eyes- those silent, still, familiar eyes- burned as they looked down upon her naked form; the plains of her stomach,  the  rise and fall of her breasts with each heated breathe, the  gentle curve of her neck . And then they would meet her own, and the world would vanish as he came into her the final time, the burst of his love filling her and making her whole.

 “Allie, wake up.”

Allaine turned her head, murmuring something intelligible and burying her face in the crook of her arm.

“Come on, wake up sleepy head.” She said, reaching down and flicking Allaine in the temple.

“Ow!” she cried, sitting up with a start.

“That’s what you get for falling asleep on the job. I said a fifteen minute break, not an hour.” Morgan, Allaine’s roommate, laughed.

“But you didn’t have to be so rough,” Allaine pouted, reaching up to rub the aching spot. Morgan rolled her eyes.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t wake up. Must have been a pretty good dream you were having there.” Allaine felt her cheeks flush, and quickly looked down. Morgan chuckled. “Fine, whatever. I’m not going to bug you about it. But it’s time for you to go. I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?”  When Allaine nodded, Morgan turned and left the small apartment. Alone, Allaine let her head fall against the table. The cool wood felt good against her flaming cheeks. For a moment she lay there, trying to calm her pounding heart, before sighing getting to her feet.

I dreamed about him again. She thought guiltily, making her way down the hall and into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, she cupped her hands underneath, before splashing the water into her face.

How many times had she had that dream? She’d had it a few times in the last couple years, but she’d been having it almost every night since she’d learned she’d be visiting him.

Shutting off the faucet, she wiped her face on the hand table and turned toward the opposite wall.

Vincent…

How long had it been? Two years since they’d last seen each other? It had been her father’s funeral. She remembered how he’d looked, standing there beside his weeping mother, dressed in a black suit.

Yes, two years. She was now a college graduate with an entire life ahead of her, with dreams and a future.

But all she could look forward to was seeing her beloved big brother again.

It's funny, because the two weren't actually siblings. Allaine's father had married Vincent's mother, Beatrice, when both of them were very young. Both their parents were rarely home because of work, and as a result Vincent had been forced to take care of Allaine from a very young age. They'd grown up together, siblings and best friends. 

That all changed, however, when her father discovered Beatrice's infedelity. The divorce happened Allaine's Junior year of High School, while Vincent was in college. Her father had been so enraged that he cut off all contact with his ex-wife, including her son. 

That time had been the hardest for Allaine. She'd watched her father slowly wither away, too stubborn to admit that he still loved Beatrice. He died four years later, and Allaine invited both Beatrice and Vincent to the funeral. Afterall, she was the love of her father's life, and Vincent had been the son he'd always wanted.

As such, all of his assets, as well as his advertising buisness, went to Vincent on the condition that Allaine continued to be provided for.

Still, despite this fact, as well as her feeling's towards him, Allaine couldn't stop thinking of him as a sibling. They'd been family for so long, after alol. It's more like her definition of brother had changed. 

Leaving the bathroom she walked into the living room and took a final look around the apartment, before heading downstairs.

Three weeks ago, Allaine had received a call from her brother’s personal assistant. It seemed that Vincent had found a job for her within his firm as an assistant- an opening position that could lead to promotions later on.

It hurt that he hadn’t called her himself, but Allaine accepted the offer. After all, the job he was offering was better paying than the one she already possessed, and provided her to move to New York City, a place she had always dreamed of living in.

“Speaking of living…” Allaine thought of where she would be staying, and her face flushed. Vincent had also offered her a place to stay in his flat until she found somewhere else. “I’ll be living with him again, won’t I.” The thought sent excited shivers down her spine, though she knew her fantasies were impossible.

“Finally.” Morgan said when Allaine emerged from the building, box in hands. “Did you fall asleep again?”

“No. I just had to…” Allaine trailed off as Morgan took the box from her and stuffed it into the trunk. “There.” Her friend said, dusting off her hands. “All done.”

“All done.” Allaine echoed, staring at the trunk’s contents. Her entire life was in there, stuffed into ten boxes of clothing, books, and a collection of knick-nacks. “That’s really it isn’t it?” She asked turning to Morgan.  Her friend nodded, slamming the trunk shut.

“Yep, that’s it. Wanna’ say your final goodbye?” Allaine looked up at the building that had been her home for the last three years.  And yet, she didn’t really feel sad to be leaving it behind. Allaine had so many good memories here, but this building had only been an intermediary home, a place to come back to while she was finishing college. Now was when her real life began.

“No.” Allaine said, turning away. “Let’s get going.” 


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