Forbidden Blue

**Chapter 1: Tease and Temptation**

The air in the small, cluttered living room of our shared apartment was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that had been simmering between Todd and me for far too long. I lounged on the worn-out couch, my light blue hair tied back in two messy ponytails, the oversized dark gray sweater slipping off one shoulder as I toyed with the long sleeves that draped over my hands. My pale red jeans, torn at the knees, hugged my thighs just right, and I knew I looked like a delicious little troublemaker. I caught my reflection in the nearby mirror—light blue eyes glinting with mischief behind my white facial prosthesis, the lilac piece on the right side adding a mysterious edge. I smirked. Todd didn’t stand a chance today.

He was hunched over his desk in the corner, curly orange hair a wild mess, glasses slipping down his nose as he scribbled furiously in one of his notebooks. That turquoise sweatshirt with the dark sleeves clung to his broad shoulders, and those green pants—God, they did things to me. My older brother, the brains of our little gang, always had an answer for everything. Except for me. I was the question he couldn’t solve, and I was about to make damn sure he tried.

'Hey, Todd,' I called out, my voice dripping with a playful lilt as I swung my legs over the armrest of the couch, letting my sneakers dangle. 'You’ve been ignoring me all day. Don’t you wanna play with your favorite little sister?'

He didn’t look up, but I saw his shoulders tense. 'Sal, I’m busy. Go bug someone else,' he muttered, pushing his glasses up with a sigh.

I pouted, sliding off the couch and sauntering over to him, my hips swaying just enough to catch his attention. I leaned over his desk, my sweater slipping further to reveal the curve of my collarbone. 'But no one else is as fun as you,' I teased, twirling a strand of blue hair around my finger. 'Come on, big brother. Take a break. Let me sit on your lap like old times.'

His pen froze mid-stroke, and I saw the faintest flush creep up his neck. He finally looked up, those sharp green eyes meeting mine through his glasses, and I could see the war raging behind them. 'Sally, you’re pushing it,' he warned, his voice low, almost a growl. But I wasn’t backing down. Not today.

'Am I?' I shot back, smirking as I perched on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs so the torn fabric of my jeans stretched tight over my thighs. 'Or are you just scared you can’t handle me?'

Todd’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought I’d pushed too far. But then he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, a smirk of his own tugging at his lips. 'You’re a little brat, you know that? Always begging for attention like a damn puppy.'

I laughed, sharp and bright, leaning closer until our faces were inches apart. 'Maybe I am. But you love it. Don’t pretend you don’t.' My voice dropped to a whisper, daring him. 'Bet you’re thinking about how good I’d look out of this sweater right now.'

His eyes darkened, and I felt the heat of his gaze rake over me, lingering on the bare skin peeking out from under the fabric. 'Sal, you’re playing a dangerous game,' he said, his voice rough, strained. 'You don’t know what you’re asking for.'

'Oh, I know exactly what I’m asking for,' I purred, sliding off the desk to stand between his legs, my hands resting on his shoulders as I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. 'I’m asking for you to stop pretending you don’t want me. I’m right here, Todd. All you have to do is take.'

His hands gripped the arms of his chair, knuckles white, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension ready to snap. My heart raced, my body already buzzing with anticipation. I wanted him—badly. I wanted to feel his hands on me, to see that cool, collected brain of his lose control. I shifted closer, my thighs brushing against his, and whispered, 'Come on, big brother. Show me how hard you can be.'

That was the breaking point. His hands shot to my hips, pulling me down onto his lap with a force that made me gasp, and I could feel him already, rigid and ready beneath me. 'You little tease,' he growled, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, no room for hesitation. My fingers tangled in his curly hair, pulling him closer as I rocked against him, already wet, already dripping with need. This was it—the line we’d danced around for years, finally crossed, and I was ready for the explosion that was about to happen.