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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Elena_Gilbert/Jeremy_Gilbert
  Character:
      Elena_Gilbert, Jeremy_Gilbert
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Cousin_Incest, Mirror_Sex, Biting
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-10 Words: 3840
****** Reflection of Sin ******
by unconventionaled
Summary
     He was just meant to lace up her dress.
She braced her hand against her mirror, not sure why she thought that doing
this one-handed might be easier, but at least she'd have leverage. Nope. The
effort proved fruitless as her dress slipped down off of her shoulders, baring
her to the waist. Elena swore vehemently. She never thought she'd think this,
but she suddenly had a lot of empathy for Katherine. Anyone who'd suffered
through years of corsets and binding clothing had to be strong, psychotic bitch
or not. With a sigh, Elena tried again, arching her back in an effort to lace
up her dress, neck crooked awkwardly over her shoulder. Vampire or not, there
were some things she couldn't do, and looking at her own lower back was one of
these.
"Need some help?"
She jumped. Distraction had so taken her that she didn't even realize Jeremy
stood in the door to her room until he spoke up. "Oh. Jer." Elena smiled,
pushing down the something behind her navel that clenched at his appearance.
She was grateful. That was all. Grateful for some help with this stupid costume
for stupid Founder's Day. When you were part of the species that the heads of
Mystic Falls had long sought to eradicate, some of the local festivities lost
their charm. "Can you...?" She gestured in frustration to the back of her
dress, the long line of ties that crept from the topmost curve of her ass to
just above her shoulderblades. "It keeps falling off."
"Sure." He shrugged, moving to stand directly behind her. They were reflected
in the mirror, same dark eyes, same dark hair, but different. Vampire and
hunter. Female and male. Cousins. For a moment, Jeremy met Elena's eyes through
the glass, and then he dropped his gaze. It skimmed down her body to land on
her hips, his fingers coming directly to the small of her back. Unlike her own
hands, Jeremy's were large, strong, indubitably masculine. He took up the ties
that bound her with a certain kind of power, pulling the dress around her like
an embrace.
Elena sucked in a breath. The corset pressed against her, and Jeremy tugged
again, pulling her off balance and into him. He kept her up, his chest strong
and immovable behind her back. A flush suffused Elena's cheeks and she quickly
stood straight again as he frowned down at the ties, most of the fabric still
gaping open, exposing her back. "We need leverage," she murmured. Careful not
to look at him, she leaned forward until her hands were braced on either side
of the mirror. "Does that work?"
Jeremy looked up at her question, again catching her gaze in the glass. His
eyes looked darker than they had a few moments ago, and they looked at each
other for several long moments, Elena leaning on her own mirror, his hands at
the base of her spine. Then he gave an experimental tug and she would have
sighed with relief at the respite from the fire in his eyes save that she was
being laced into a corset and she couldn't breathe. Jeremy nodded. "That
works." Despite his care as he laced the ribbons higher though the eyelets of
her dress, every scrape of his fingers against her skin was a little rough,
like the tongue of a cat. He'd been practicing with his stakes, then. Good.
Jeremy pulled again and Elena couldn't help the mewling noise forced from her
mouth. She wasn't used to being bound so tightly and it surprised her, she
instinctively braced herself more strongly against the mirror, catching sight
of her own reflection, lips slightly parted.
Behind her, Jeremy sucked in a rasp of a breath. Instinctively concerned, Elena
looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, trying to ask if he was alright. But
he wouldn't look at her. Instead, his focus centered on her back, right at the
innermost dip of her waist, and Elena became suddenly, blisteringly aware that
her dress was half on, back exposed, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Any peek of
it in this sort of clothing would be anachronistic but she suddenly wished
she'd sucked it up and worn one. Another layer between his stare and her skin
couldn't be a bad thing, especially as she just realized he'd stopped lacing
her dress up and she couldn't open her mouth to ask him what was going on. Just
watched him, watched the awe and love and something else flit across his face
as he looked down at her. His skin brushed over hers once more, but this time
it wasn't an accidental touch, but rather the skim of fingertips on her back,
sliding daringly closer to the dip of her waist. 
She ought to say something, ought to stop it, but instead an involuntary shiver
ran down Elena's spine though she wasn't the least bit cold. For the first time
since he'd stopped, Jeremy looked at her, their eyes locking together in the
looking glass. Like wild animals meeting for the first time, they stared at
each other, his hand still slipping forward beneath the fabric of her dress
until his palm lay flat on her back, tips of his fingers just curved around her
waist. Heat flared in her stomach.
Slowly, giving her ample time to stop it if she wanted, he lowered his head.
Elena couldn't tear her gaze away from his and Jeremy wouldn't look away. His
pupils had all but swallowed up his eyes and she managed to identify that
unknown element in the depths of them, the one that had eluded her just moments
before. Hunger. Ravening, dark, the kind of hunger that could consumer her if
she let it. He only dropped that eye contact the second before his lips hit her
shoulder. Elena gasped. The heat of Jeremy's breath diffused across her skin,
his lips parting as he moved downward just slightly, placing another kiss
further in. This one clearly shattered the realms of platonic, leaving a slight
wetness behind. He was her brother and she couldn't believe she was allowing
this to happen. Except that he wasn't. He'd made that perfectly clear, they
weren't siblings, they'd just been raised that way and there was something
unbearably erotic about the forbidden nature of it. About the way she watched
him in the mirror, seeing all the little things she wouldn't if she just felt.
His eyes were closed and as his hand shifted under her dress, snaking around
over the plane of her stomach, the fabric loosened, falling just that much more
forward, risking exposure that much further.
The trail of kisses Jeremy placed down her back had somehow met her spine. The
top of his head disappeared beneath her shoulder in the reflection, leaving
just the caress of his lips, the hesitance of his touch and the bite of the
mirror frame into her palms.She hadn't realized she was gripping it so hard.
"Jer..." Elena began. She should stop this, she had to stop this. His hands
clenched on her hips, but he said nothing, just placed another open-mouthed
kiss against her spine. Elena imagined he must be almost at the place where her
lacings began. Her stomach clenched when she realized she didn't know what he'd
do, if that would stop it or if he'd undo the work he'd done. She realized she
wanted to find out.
Keeping quiet, she swallowed. For the first time since this had begun, Elena
looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes dark with
the same lust that marked Jeremy's. Shame and desire warred in her when she
looked at herself, unmistakably erotic. This was wrong, so very wrong, but his
hand had slipped up to curve around her ribcage, fingertips brushing the bottom
of her breast and she let out a little whining sound she didn't recognize as
her own. Behind her, Jeremy tensed at the sound, the gentleness of his mouth on
her back segueing into a rough sucking, the kind of kiss that would bruise if
she could anymore. He leaned his forehead against her back and ran his hand
higher, even as the second one ripped mercilessly at the ribbon keeping her
dress tied.
The corset loosened as Jeremy carelessly undid his work, cool air rushing in
where she'd been bound. But Elena couldn't focus on that. Not with his palm
almost innocently over her breast. Innocent, save that she could feel her
nipples hardening, that the way he massaged her skin stoked a fire in her belly
and his other hand was pushing on the shoulders of her dress, widening the
split that exposed her back, the fabric falling down her chest. Elena still
held herself up against the mirror, watching as Jeremy stood, meeting her
reflection again as the top half of her dress fell away under his prompting. 
For a moment, they both stopped and stared. Elena was certain her heart must be
beating so loudly that Jeremy could hear it, because this crossed all the
lines. The mirror framed them like the subjects of a portrait, so similar and
yet so different, screaming out sin with every line of their bodies. The gaping
bodice of her dress would have fallen entirely away without the flimsy support
of "sleeves" on her arms. As it was, she could see her own breasts reflected in
the mirror, one peaked in insistent desire, the other covered by Jeremy's hand.
They watched each other with wide eyes, not sure what would come next. It was
wrong, so very wrong, the way he touched her, but worse was the look in
Jeremy's eyes. It said he wanted to throw her down on her bed, press her
against the floor, hoist her up against the wall. Fuck her until she couldn't
say her own name, much less scream his. And she liked it. 
His possessive stare made Elena press her thighs together, trying and failing
to ignore the slickness building between her legs. This was so incredibly wrong
and yet her stomach clenched and she seemed to have trouble swallowing. Yet
again, their eyes met through the reflection and Elena almost didn't see, just
noting out of her peripheral vision when he pulled on her dress, drawing it
over her arms with something like desperation. The material fell
uncomplainingly to her hips. She shuddered at her own exposure, hands going
back against the mirror like a safe haven. It didn't help. Instead, Elena felt
just a little more drunk on his proximity, her legs and ass still thankfully
covered by the heavy folds of Civil War-era fabric but almost pressing into
Jeremy. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed. She could say no.
Walk away. This was another chance, a chance to pretend her nipples weren't
hard with want and she felt no impulse to grind into him. A chance to stop this
insanity before they fell too far into sin and couldn't recover. Instead, she
closed her eyes, just for a moment.
A hand found her chin, Jeremy's touch entirely removed from her skin. Elena
whimpered. "Look at me." His voice was dark, husky, a tone she'd barely heard
from him. Only in the few times where she'd lain in her bed, everything else
quiet, and heard him pleasuring himself, the distinctly masculine moans
consuming even when she tried to pretend she couldn't hear them. 
Her teeth dug blunt into her lip, but when she opened her eyes the look was
defiant. "Why?" There was no purpose to the question, no rhyme or reason, she
just wanted to hear his voice again, feel it run across her skin like dark
chocolate, decadent.
"Because..." She knew it for what it was too, pure impulse, and when Jeremy
failed to find a reason for his demand he bit her shoulder again, all teeth.
Elena gasped. White heat sparked in her skin, arcing straight from the point of
contact to her center. The moment to turn back passed that quickly. From the
single bite, Jeremy's hands resumed their place on Elena's chest, skating over
her stomach and up to palm her breasts as he sucked reverently on her neck. Her
hands curled on the mirror frame to the point where she was honestly afraid
she'd shatter it. She arched her back, driving her ass into Jeremy's hips. His
cock pressed into her and she could feel her pussy tense, crying out in a
visceral language for him to bury himself inside her. Her body neither knew nor
cared that he had once been her brother. He smelled like a man, the press of
his body into hers was overpoweringly masculine, almost destructive. Certainly
it wore on her sanity, dragging her towards a place of need, of touch and go
where everything was permissible.
Jeremy groaned in her ear. Just that simple noise made Elena arch into him,
relishing the reaction. "Fuck, Elena," he rasped. His tongue ran along the
shell of her ear and he tugged the lobe with his teeth. Without a second's
respite, he ran his hand down her stomach, the other one pinching her nipple to
distract her. Elena would have growled, would have voiced her displeasure, but
then he pushed down on her dress, fingers curving into her panties. One of them
just grazed her clit, not nearly enough and yet the kind of contact that made
her skin burn.
"Jer!" Shame forgotten, his name tumbled from her mouth as a kind of prayer. 
"Elena," he murmured back huskily. He drank her image in. Jeremy's eyes roamed
over her body in the reflection, gazed focused on the place beneath her dress
where his hand teased her, lightly circling her clit. His stare acted almost as
a second contact, so intense that she could feel it on every bit of her skin, a
hot flush spreading with the licks of desire. She could see every bit of it,
him watching her, him wanting her. Of course, the look in her own eyes was
wild, uninhibited as she squirmed against his touch. She wanted him to strip
her. To take her with the kind of animalistic violence that made her breath
catch in her throat, that would match the darkness in his eyes. And still he
kept his touch maddeningly light, even ceasing his attentions to her breast and
neck as he watched her hips roll against his hand.
"Jeremy..." Elena growled the warning, rocking against his hand. Her clit
brushed against his fingers but it was nowhere near enough to sate her need.
Her blatant desire, however, seemed to spark something in him. With a near
pained groan, Jeremy dragged down on Elena's dress, yanking it over her hips
and legs without a thought for the fabric, exposing her skin. She didn't even
bother to step out of it, just let it pool around her ankles as he pulled with
irritation on her boyshorts, shoving them down her legs. Unlike the dress, they
didn't fall, and Jeremy knelt behind her.
Without the barrier of her skirts, Elena could see him, his hands on the length
of her legs, his breath ghosting across her slit. She both wished he would lean
forward, slide his tongue into her, and desperately hoped he didn't. That would
be too much, too intimate, the kind of violation of a sibling bond that could
never be taken back. And she didn't know if she herself could handle it, if she
could watch herself in the mirror getting tonguefucked.
Grumbling in irritation, Jeremy yanked her panties over her ankles. The second
Elena stepped out of them he tossed the offending clothing, including her
dress, away, leaving her bare. He traced her curves as he stood behind her
again, pushing her until she was bent almost in half, hands still braced
against the mirror, staring at him as he pressed against her. His chest warmed
her back through the fabric of his shirt, and it mattered that he was still
fully dressed for about a second until he began to rain kisses down upon her
shoulders, sucking on her neck and dipping his hand between her thighs,
spreading the slickness of her pussy around. Any complaints she had about his
state of dress faded away into a meaninless hiss, involuntary vocalizations and
lack of breath competing to leave her only able to communicate in moans and
whimpers. His cock pressed against her ass, of his jeans rubbing against her
skin. Elena rotated her hips in a circle, achieving friction both against his
dick and on her clit, causing them to gasp in tandem.
"God!" Jeremy's hips bucked involuntarily into her, and Elena ground her teeth
with frustrated want.
"Jeremy." Removing one hand from the mirror, she reached back to palm his cock,
rewarded by another vehement curse word. "Fuck me now."
He met her eyes, fumbling to undo his belt and shuck his pants. Barely had
Elena managed to put her hand back on the mirror frame than his head teased her
entrance, sliding across her pussy and bumping up against her clit. Against her
better instincts, she looked down, just in time to watch the reflection of his
cock sliding into her. She could see as well as feel that he filled her,
stretched her open and made her belly flutter with want for so much more than
this. His fingers clawed on her hips, following her line of sight, and almost
experimentally, Jeremy drew back, watching himself, now slick with her fluids,
emerge from her cunt. Her body had welcomed him in like he belonged there, like
they fit as two parts of a puzzle. Now her hair fell in a mess about her
shoulders and her composure was destroyed, legs shaking with frustrated
desire. 
On the second thrust, he slammed into her, starting a rapid pace that made
Elena gasp, stole her breath completely. He hit a place inside her that made
her cry out, made her mind go fuzzy temporarily. She gripped her mirror so hard
it had to break because furniture was not meant to withstand a vampire's
ecstacy, but somehow it held. Jeremy fucked her so fiercely that it was the
only thing holding her up. She didn't close her eyes. Elena's focus roamed her
own body, noting the flushed peaks of her nipples, Jeremy's hands against her
hips, the place where they coupled. If this was damnation she'd savor it
because certainly they were going to hell. The lust he wore as he watched her
with possessive desire, as if he could pull her into his skin and never let her
leave, take her completely was nothing less than sin and certainly she was
damned too because she was so impossibly aroused she could already feel the
fuzzy edges of her orgasm brushing at her consciousness. She shook with it and
when his teeth again met her shoulder she cried out. 
Elena's back bowed, losing track of the coupling in the mirror as her eyes
fluttered closed, friction of Jeremy's thrusts and spasming of her own cunt
consuming all of her attention, her clit throbbing. As if he could read her
mind, he reached down to roll his fingers over the bud. Her knees shook and she
was suddenly impossibly grateful for the mirror, for the reflection and for the
way it held her up because without a support she would undoubtably have
collapsed. Overstimulation threatened with every jerk of Jeremy's hips, his
thrusts getting more erratic. She could feel her pussy clench around him and
his fingers rubbed against the side of her clit, pinching it in just the right
way that she cried out, eyes closed and mind blank, as pleasure swamped her. It
radiated out from between her legs, filling her with heat and causing her
entire body to shudder in his arms. He kept up the stimulation of her clit, and
it was almost too much, her orgasm drawn out in a long note that petered away
just as he yelled her name.
She could actually feel the pulsing of his cock as he came, filling her body
with heat, joining them even as it shredded their blood bond. His eyes closed,
mouth open, overtaken by pleasure in a way she found absolutely beautiful even
as it was so very wrong for her to see him like this, so very wrong to feel a
last aftershock between her legs when her name spilled from his lips in a husky
prayer, all sin and sex. 
No longer able to support them both, Jeremy lowered them to the floor, turning
Elena around on his lap without taking his shrinking cock out of her and
settling her against him so intimately that she almost resisted. She could
neither look at nor take her eyes off of the place where they joined, where he
was still within her. Jeremy was breathing heavily and Elena realized that her
own heart thundered in her chest. "Well, that was..." He trailed off, unable to
find a description for it. Neither could she.
"I..." What was there to say? I'm so sorry? That didn't really cut it anymore,
not now that she'd begged him to fuck her. Shit. Elena's gaze landed on her
dress, discarded without thought, and she abruptly remembered why he'd even
come into her room in the first place. "I'm so late. Caroline's going to kill
me." She slid off of him, trying to pretend she didn't feel just a little bit
emptier without him inside of her. Elena moved to grab her dress, but Jeremy
caught her ankle.
Though she turned back to him, she couldn't quite meet his eyes. Shame kept
hers lowered. "You don't have to go, Elena. There'll be vampires there." He
shrugged and stood too, gathering up his jeans like nothing strange had
happened. "You don't have to feel bad. It's not your fault." He had the voice
of a man, childhood stripped from it at some point when she wasn't paying
attention. Elena tried not to have it spark inside her, tried not to notice her
hypersensitive clit throb at it. She failed. "I've wanted that for a while."
Without any other explanation, he left, closing the door behind him, and she
sank onto her bed. He'd wanted... What? She could still feel where they'd
coupled, the pleasurable ache that came from uninhibited sex. He'd wanted it
for a while and the utter wrongness of it made her shaky with desire and- She
touched her lips. He hadn't kissed her. Not once. Despite everything else wrong
with the situation, she didn't particularly care to live with that. Not
bothering with clothes, Elena unfolded from the floor, and slipped out her
door. She had no idea what she was doing, all she knew was that Jeremy had a
mirror in his room and she wouldn't let him get away with this. She'd kiss him
senseless with his eyes open. She'd make him watch.
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