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Despite some of the minor setbacks over the past few months, Betsy could've been feeling worse. Of course, that's not to say that she didn't have days where she felt completely down in the dumps... but she tried not to let it get to her. If she was feeling sad or upset, she'd hit the gym. That was her usual way of dealing with things these days. It was either that, or going for a round in the Danger Room.

Back before that whole mishap with Kwannon (and the "Apocalypse"), Betsy preferred to shop to quell the more unpleasant emotions she felt. But, since there really was noway to do that these days, running the treadmill and punching inanimate objects were her only solace... You know, except for her brother, whenever he wasn't too busy trying to save the world.

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Betsy had been staring up at the ceiling with an arm behind her head when she heard a knock at her door. She knew who it was and it instantly brought a smile to her face. "Come in!" she said rather brightly, sitting up; she was practically bouncing on the bed.

It wasn't every night she got a late night visit from her twin. Most of the time he sent other people to check in on her, which was nice and all... but she would've preferred to see him than anyone else. Except for Warren. Maybe. Though come to think of it, he never really did that before.

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She smiled when he pressed his lips to her forehead. Betsy looked bubbly because he was there.

"I've been..." she paused for a moment, "okay. Surviving."

Truth be known, she had been sort of feeling down about the whole Angel situation. He had gotten into something with Sabretooth a while back, and while he had recovered from it already, he seemed to be burying himself back into his work again. And here she thought she had been a good enough reason for him to spend a little more time topside?

She could understand, however.

"How about you? How's life been down below?" a smirk followed these words, as she straightened her back and rested her elbows on her thighs.

"And Eddie; how's she doing?"

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Grateful that Brian wasn't pushing it further, Betsy continued to smile. Their mental link was both a blessing and a curse, but she'd never want to be without it. It allowed them uncanny insight into each other's moods, which left little room for unpleasant surprises. However, it kind of got annoying when you couldn't conceal your true feelings when you didn't want anyone else to know. Though, being a telepath allowed her to disguise things from her brother ever so often.

"I see her around every so often." Betsy's social habits had sort of become screwy since the Cure Virus became a globe epidemic. Even before that, however, Betsy had been taken on characteristics that were more akin to a loner than a social butterfly. And while what had happened before didn't change the core of who she was, she still felt different somehow.

"Warren? We're still in the same boat we were before," she said, disappointment evident within her voice. She had been trying to make her intentions known to Angel, but he was either A.) too shy to admit that he had feelings for her, or B.) wasn't interested in her at all and was trying to spare her feelings. She didn't quite believe in option B, though.

"I've been giving him some space..." It seemed like a popular trend around there these days.

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"Kind of hard to do that when he's holed himself in the sub-basement with his work," she might've sounded a little more embittered, but Betsy understood Warren's situation. He felt responsible for the Cure Virus' existence, and no matter what people told him, he'd go on thinking that way. At least until he could make it right and clear his conscience again.

The saying 'Sins of the father' came to mind whenever she thought of Angel these days. Though, she had never really bought into that rubbish. How could you be responsible for someone else's actions? It wasn't like he had begged his father to create the Cure in the first place, anyhow. But, there was no rationalizing with the man in his state.

"You don't think anyone deserves me, Bri-Bri," she teased, though there was some semblance of truth in her words. "If it were up to you I'd be in a nunnery, taking my vows..." Okay, well, maybe not quite that extreme. Brian just wanted what was best for her, but the feeling was mutual.

"Oh, that makes me feel loads better," she said, mirroring him and sticking out her on tongue for a moment. She grinned again and scooted up a little, then proceeded to lay her head back in the crook of his arm.

"Cozy," she commented laughing a little, while she craned her neck to look back up to him.

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"Yeah, I'd like to be happy too," Betsy said. But. "I'm young. I have time to attain it." And so do you, she shot back at him, telepathically.

She could tell her twin brother wasn't completely satisfied with his relationship with Edana. She was a nice girl and Betsy liked her, but she wasn't his type.

They had time to find their 'soulmates.' Even so, it still would've been nice to have a Mr. Right-Now. Being cooped up in the mansion for months and months... well, it did things to a person's mind. And while there were a good amount of people residing within the school these days, it kind of sucked that they only had a limit number of people to choose from.

Oh well. She'd deal.

"I remember," she breathed out, "all too well."

Losing their parents had probably been the darkest time in both of their lives. Even now, it was hard to discuss those memories without being reduced to tears. Though, they were lucky that they could still take solace in each other. Especially in these rough times.

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"I love you too," she replied, sighing a little, "so, so much."

Her own eyes had closed at some point after that was said. She wasn't sleeping, but merely resting her eyes.

Betsy would always love her brother. Always.

He was her ideal.

He was the man she compared all potential suitors to - which might've come off as a bit strange (or creepy) to some, but Betsy never thought of it that way. Really, why shouldn't she compare other men to him? He was strong, loyal, dependable, and he had a good sense of humor. He was also a gentleman - that was probably one of the most important qualities she looked for her.

"You're stuck with me, love."

Her hand went to rest upon his stomach for the moment, while she reopened her eyes and looked back up him. She smiled.

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Once she had been placed atop of her brother, her legs fell on either side of him while she used her hands to keep her balance by placing them upon his shoulders. After sharing an 'Eskimo kiss' with him, the smile on her face remained until he had closed his eyes in that pained expression; it faded somewhat.

She knew the intensity of their bond all too well, and sometimes it was even overwhelming for her to experience. There had been a time in her life (as well as his own) when they became truly separated from each other. Needless to say, Betsy was in no rush to relive that feeling again; it had her hurt more than she would ever care to say or admit, but it made her realize just how important her relationship with her brother meant to her.

'Absence made the heart grow fonder,' was an expression that seemed to fit. She had known she had made one of the biggest (if not the biggest) mistake of her life when she left the Institute... her brother. But, she was all too consumed in her own grief to be able to realize it at the time.

She had been given a second chance, and she'd be damned if she was going to screw it up again.

You have no idea how lost I was without you, she projected to him psychically, her eyes closed for the moment.

One hand had drifted upward and it came to rest on the side of Brian's handsome jaw and she gently caressed it with her thumb.

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Could be the other way around, you know.

Another sigh escaped her as Brian tangled his fingers into her hair. It felt so nice to be touched that way again. Betsy actually couldn't recall the last time someone had been so intimate (and yet so sweet) with her. But, it wasn't like she had much time for the touchy-feely stuff before she found her way back to the Institute and back to her twin brother.

Betsy felt a subtle shift in his thought pattern just then. Arousal wasn't just physical, it was a state of mind. She could feel it in her head... as well as her own body. She propped herself up into a sitting position again, but her hands remained upon his shoulders. She wasn't going to move, not unless he wanted her to.

She hoped he didn't.

This might've been considered a highly awkward situation, even under the most normal of circumstances. But, it was doubly so because the two were related. Brother and sister. It probably should've put her off, but oddly enough, it didn't; in fact, Betsy felt rather flattered.

"Hey..." her voice was soft, hardly more than a whisper. Betsy placed her hand upon the side of his face again, keeping her own gaze steady with his.

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Elisabeth wouldn't have wanted an apology. Brian hadn't done anything wrong. At least, in her mind's eye, he hadn't.

Maybe it was their link, their bond. Maybe it was because she understood him more than anyone else could that she was so open to what was stirring within both of them. She knew though, that if this continued, they wouldn't be able to take it back. They'd embarking into uncharted, taboo territory. They would be tempting fate but, for the moment, Betsy wasn't overly concern with the repercussions.

Whatever would be, would be.

Featherlight fingertips made Betsy's body feeling incredibly tingly all over; it felt nothing short of amazing. Her blue eyes slid closed again, savoring the sensation of his touch.

She would have never believed this sort of thing could've happened between herself and her Bri-Bri. Never. But, in a way, it made sense that he could make her feel this way... Make her feel that she was truly alive, safe, and loved.

Again, Betsy looked upon his face, nothing but love and admiration reflecting in her eyes. Her lips pursed, kissing the tips of his fingers softly.

"Yes, love?"

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That was all she needed to know.

Betsy bowed her head down and her lips met his in a passionate embrace. Her eyes slid closed, reveling in the feeling of being able to kiss him. To kiss him and let it encompass her entire being, her soul. For once, she felt like she was connecting with him on the highest level that they could possibly achieve together.

That electric, tingling feeling seemed to intensify when she entangled her fingers in his own blond locks. But, soon, they began to move to the back of his head, down his neck, around to his shoulders... until they came to lie upon his chest. She kneaded her hands slightly, grasping onto his shirt.

When she finally pulled back, she felt like she was able to breathe for the first time and she relinquished her hold. However, her eyes remained close, marveling in what she had just experienced.

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Now her stomach was the one doing flip-flops, somersaults, and other acrobatic feats. It almost felt like she had been standing on the edge of a cliff and someone had shoved her off to fall to her doom... Only, she didn't feel remotely afraid. Instead, she felt exhilarated, knowing that someone was waiting at the bottom to catch her. And it was someone who she trusted implicitly, so what was there to fear?

Now it was the moment of truth. Whatever she decided now would be a decision she'd have to live with for the rest of her life.

"I want you," it was said so simply, but not without feeling; in fact, Betsy was feeling a lot more now than she ever did before. Her eyes bore into her brothers, full of light and love, with an overlay of raw passion and need. She had never wanted this much before either; it was a scary, but heady emotion to experience.

"Please," she sounded soft and pleading, while her lips hovered dangerously close to his, "let me be yours tonight."

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On her back, Betsy let her arms spread out on either side of her. Her gaze was settled on her brother as he settled in between her legs, a position that wasn't too unlike something he'd do if he wanted to tickle her into submission. However, it was also new and exciting, because they were able to embark on a journey that would change the entire relationship they'd share from now on.

Something earth-shattering was about to occur, but it only left Betsy feeling giddy at the prospect.

The words she heard were like music to Elisabeth's ears. If the world was to end that moment, she knew that she'd be able to die as a very happy woman. And her brother, her Brian would be the one responsible for making her experience such a feeling as true happiness - if such a thing truly existed. But, she was fairly certain that it was achievable now.

Then worship me?, she suggested, telepathically. It was teasing and full of mirth, which didn't exactly match up with lustful expression appearing across her face.

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Until you beg me to stop, those words and the look glinting in her brother's eyes had caused laughter to erupt from her throat. Betsy was amused and incredibly turned on all at the same time. Before she knew it, however, Brian had removed his shirt and began his exploration of her body (much to her delight), and the laughter was replaced by sporadic coos of appreciation.

She felt his hands run up her calves, moving up to her night-shorts; she felt his fingers running along her thighs, oh-so-teasingly. Betsy hadn't been a virgin for many years, but this was the first time she truly felt appreciated as woman. He was taking his time exploring his new found territory, but she hoped he'd stop to let her do a little investigating of her own.

And then she felt his lips and tongue on her lower extremities; Betsy's breathing hitched in her chest for a moment, but her hips rose slightly at the pleasurable sensation now coursing throughout her entire being. Her eyes closed in a similarly pained expression as her brother had worn earlier in the evening. But, only for a moment.

"'Dear God' doesn't quite cover it, love, " she uttered, nearly breathless. Once she was allowed to recover, Betsy propped herself up on her elbows and she admired the view of her brother between her thighs through half-closed eyes. "Mind if I have a go?"

Elisabeth was itching to get him out of those bloody khakis, so she could see him in his full glory.

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"I shall," Betsy replied, smirking softly. While he knelt on the bed, she placed both of her hands upon his chest, then proceeded to run them up and down. She was admiring the curves of his muscles, and just how wonderfully ripped he was. Brian truly had a body of a God.

Though, the same could probably said for her. Only the word 'goddess' would substitute for the word 'god.' Betsy, while not insanely vain, still took pride in her physical appearance. This mostly stemmed from all of those years as a professional model; so it was no wonder she took so much time to keep fit.

Betsy's back straightened a little, as she continued to move her knees forward, letting her hands drop ever-lower until her fingers were poised on the edge of the waistband of his pants. She let them trail around until they reach the front, where the fly was and she went onto unbuttoning it; Betsy took her time with helping him with the zipper.

She might've been a tease, but it was for good reason. After a good number of years, she had learned the teasing only heightened the pleasure-making experience.

Her head tilted to the side and she pressed her nose and lips into the curvature of his neck, kissing and teasingly suckling, all while tugging at his pants.

Once they had made it half way down his thighs, Betsy pulled back slightly and gave him a playful shove; one that suggested that he get on his back.

It was her turn to play.

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This was a sight to truly behold: Brian spread out before her, shirtless and nearly bottomless. It was like a fantasy being realized, only she had never really thought about her brother that way until tonight. But now, as she looked upon him in awe, she was wondering why she never had.

Like her dear brother, she had been blind and blissfully ignorant of what could've been hers all along.

Eventually, Betsy moved to remove the trousers from his legs and discarded them onto the floor. Before he'd be able to do anything, Betsy gently prised his legs apart and proceeded to scooted further between them. It didn't take her long to reach out to give the partially covered bulge a squeeze of appreciation, before she lowered her head a bit to breathe in the musky, masculine scent of him.

He smelt simply divine.

She moved up a little further, placing a tender kiss to his abdomen (like he had done to her) and let her left hand's fingers trail over his boxer shorts as she moved upward to his chest... to his neck...

And then she was back at eye-level with him when a teasing smile appeared across her lips.

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Feeling the heat between her legs made her shudder involuntarily and caused her eyes to close for a moment. Before she could reopen them, however, Brian had flipped her back over onto her back. But, when she did, Betsy wore an expression of pure rapture, with a hint of amusement glinting in her blue eyes.

She knew her brother better than most, so she knew full well about how impatient he could get. Now, she suddenly thought of it was kind of endearing.

"Take me, I'm yours," her voice was thick with desire when he returned with the metallic packet. Safety first.

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While Brian had positioned her to his liking, Betsy's hips tilted upward slightly. She figured it was the least she could do, since she had been a bit of a tease before and during their bout of foreplay. But, she wasn't about to complain, since this was something she wanted just as much as he did.

A gasp escaped her when he had entered her and her hips gave another little jerk. Her eyes had closed for a moment, allowing herself to get acclimated, but it didn't take long at all. Once he had given a thrust or two, she was ready and rearing to go.

When he had pressed his lips to hers, Betsy felt his need and passion. She felt them within her consciousness as if they had been seared there by a brand iron. This only enhanced her own desire and made her want him even more.

Arms rose up to encircle around his muscular back, trying to draw him further into her. Her head tilted to the side somewhat and she opened her mouth, deepening the kiss.

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The thing was, Betsy probably could get him to climax just by thinking it. But, where would the fun be in that? Call her old-fashioned, but she liked to work at these sort of things. It just made it that more fun for her, and whoever she was with at the time.

But this--as cliche as it might've sounded--was something that she wanted to last. Perhaps it was wrong, but neither of them planned this to happen. It hadn't been premeditated, nor would she have ever thought it would be possible. But, whatever was happening between the two of them at that very moment, it was one of (if not the most) the most wonderfully intense moments of her life.

While she clung desperately to him, she gasped out in between thrusts, "I love you too." His lips and skin felt so hot against her skin that she seriously thought she was about to burst into flames - but in a good way.

"Oh," she gasped again, struggling to get the words out, "I think... I can manage."

He was close, she could feel it - both mentally and physically.

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It was both, but she knew it wouldn't last much longer - the sex wouldn't, at least. Their connection, however, would most likely last until they both were dead and gone, and probably well beyond even their own mortality. Those sort of bonds just didn't lessen or disappear over time, they were everlasting.

Betsy was gasping, mewing, and clawing at her brother's back, while they both were quickly approaching the finishing line. She arched her back and neck and eyes closed tightly; the grip of her thighs strengthened on either side of his hips. The pleasure she was feeling at that moment was, indeed, maddening; it was like nothing she had ever had to experience before. And, by God, she was trying to savor every second of it.

Brian's words touched her, deeply. She, of course, was already aware of just how much her brother loved and cared for her. He loved her more than anyone in this world and she knew she'd never take that affection for granted ever again. Ever.

"Of course," she gasped out, "I do... you prat." And after those words had been uttered, time stood still. Everything within her body felt tingly and warm, as she felt her lower belly tighten as she reached her own release.

Silence seemed to envelope the pair for what felt like forever, until Betsy slowly began to come down from her sexual high. When the world seemed to start moving again, she shifted a bit beneath him, but she waited for him to regain his composure before she'd say another word.

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Betsy smiled a sleepy smile when he fell onto the bed beside her and she turned herself to the left, then curled her legs up a little. She was a little chilly now that Brian had removed himself from her, but she was still a little too weak-kneed to move around a lot; so she stayed put - for the moment.

When her brother went off to the bathroom, Betsy simply lied there, basking in the afterglow. It had been so... Betsy wasn't even entirely sure there was a word in the English language for what they had just experienced, and do it justice. No, what had happened was uniquely special; therefore, it was beyond any mere mortal words.

Not too much longer later, Brian returned and had cuddled up next to her again, much to her delight. "There aren't any," she said. "None that exist, anyway." She shifted her weight again, but this time she did it so she could lie back down completely again.

While Betsy didn't feel guilty or shamed for what they had done together, per se; but she did feel a little strange considering Brian was with someone.

A moment of silence passed between them, as Betsy realized that she wanted it to happen again, as well. Originally, she had thought that this would probably be a one-time-only kind of thing and she had been fine with it... But now, well, she was a little confused.

Brian was with Edana, and Betsy liked and respected her a great deal; but this changed things forever. How could she ever look Eddie in the eye after this?

Okay, perhaps Elisabeth felt a little guilt-ridden.

"So do I," she admitted aloud. She was pretty sure Bri-Bri knew that already, but he could probably sense her reluctance to let it continue, as well.

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