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Powder eyes Vi from her dangerous perch on the arm of their threadbare couch, limbs twisted and knees up by her ears. Watching, waiting. She’s quietly sketching her sister’s profile as Vi zones out in front of the TV. She loves Vi’s nose. She loves to draw Vi. Vi is drunk so she lets her, doesn’t get as flustered and shy as she usually would being the focus of Powder’s attention. She doesn’t protest. Vi will let Powder do whatever she wants, when she can let go.
Powder looks up to see that Vi’s heavy gaze is boring into her. She jumps, easily startled as always. Especially by Vi. Vi makes her feel everything.
“C’mere, monkey girl,” Vi says in a deep murmur, patting the spot next to her on the couch, eyes roaming back to the flashing images of the television. Vi always watches TV in the dark.
Powder quickly closes her sketchbook and throws it onto the coffee table Vi has her feet propped on, making Vi chuckle. She scampers over and sits next to her sister, thigh to thigh. The rough fabric of Vi’s work pants scratches her sensitive bare skin, making her flush. Powder had always been the kid with red blotches all over skin whenever anything had touched her. “Delicate”, Vi had called her. And Vi still thinks she is, no matter how hard Powder tries to prove to her that she can do things now. That she’s strong. It makes Powder want to mess with her.
“What’s up, sis?” she asks innocently.
Vi shrugs. “Not much.” She rubs at her face, huffs, takes another sip of her beer. Powder stays silent. They watch the movie together for a few minutes, some stupid action shit. Then Powder feels it. Vi’s calloused fingers trailing up her inner thigh, rubbing at the soft skin lightly, like if she’s barely touching her it’s not really happening.
“Then why are your fingers so far up my leg you could feel if I’m hiding one of my crayons up there?”
Vi scowls and yanks her hand back. “God, Powder.”
“What?” Powder shrugs. “Just pointing out the obvious. Do you want me to put on a skirt, give you easy access?” She glances down at her tight booty shorts with a smirk. She had caught Vi eyeing her ass all day when she was bent over her sketchpad at the kitchen table. This had been inevitable, really.
Vi snickers meanly. “Yeah right, you’re too young for that.”
“Oh, suddenly I’m too young?”
Vi’s frown instantly turns sad. “Pow, come on, be nice. I’m trying here. I need to be better. We both know this isn’t okay.”
Powder glances down at where Vi’s hand is now gripping her waist. “Well, you’re not trying very hard.”
Vi swallows, pulling her hand away and wrapping both of them tightly around her bottle. “You’re right. I’m going to bed. Good night, Powder.” She ambles off, stumbling slightly.
Powder feels a pang of something. Needy arousal, definitely. A love so deep it’s painful most of the time. Sadness and pity, too. She hates the way her sister tears herself apart like this. She wants to help her feel better, but she also wants to be with her. Is that so wrong? Powder doesn’t think so.
She waits a few minutes, picking at her peeling cuticles, then gets up and follows her sister. She spends most nights in Vi’s bed, did she really think tonight would be different?
The door creaks when it opens, light flooding in from the bare fluorescent bulb in the hallway. She sees Vi laying on her stomach, hunched over and clearly touching herself. Her arm moves fast, her pace uneven, and she pants into the quiet room. Her head flies around a beat too late to see Powder standing over her.
“Pow, please, I need you to go.”
“Ha, fat chance.” Powder bounds over and bounces on the end of Vi’s bed, making the frame shake. “You’re really gonna kick your little sister out of your bed when she needs you?” She makes an exaggerated sad face, looking at Vi with a pout and big glistening eyes. “You know I have nightmares. What would the neighbors say?”
Vi snarls, sweeping Powder’s legs out from under her and yanking Powder on top of her. Powder can see the exact moment when she gives up. Her angry frown melts away, a kind of empty expression taking over instead. Her warm hand slides up to cup Powder’s pussy firmly and Powder whimpers.
“God, this is so fucked up, I’m sorry,” Vi whispers just as her fingers enter Powder, and start up an insistent pace.
“Don’t apologize, Vi,” Powder says, rolling her eyes. “Just stop jerking me around like I’m some loser you want to get rid of. I’m not one of your desperate one night stands. It’s okay, really.”
“No it’s not, Powder!” Vi snaps, fucking her faster in her anger. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. You’re still a kid.”
Powder sneers. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. Or worse.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Vi slurs indignantly, her emotions making her lose concentration and appear less sober than before.
“You’re just trying to make yourself feel like shit instead of enjoying it, but you’re still doing this! You want to be a damn martyr because you won’t admit that I’m asking for it. You don’t take me seriously.”
“That’s not true, Powder.” Rare tears appear at the corners of Vi’s beautiful, sad eyes and Powder’s heart throbs. “I feel terrible all the time. I failed you so bad, and you’re right, I can’t stop myself. I should turn myself into the cops or something. Go back to jail. Let you live in peace, with someone else who won’t take advantage of you like me.” Her voice breaks around a sob and her hand slows between Powder’s quivering thighs.
“You do that and I’ll come in there after you and slice your tits off, you dumbass,” a sharp jolt of fear makes Powder snap. “I want you! Please...just let me have this.”
Vi stares at her for a moment, then sighs deeply. Powder wipes the tears off her face with her fingertips. Sometimes Vi gets really emotional when she’s drinking.
She starts to finger Powder again, rougher this time. Sometimes also when she’s drunk she doesn’t realize how aggressive she’s being, and Powder gleefully awaits times like this. She lets out a pained whimper.
Vi groans at the feel of Powder’s soft, tight cunt, head laid back on her pillow, eyes squeezed shut and mouth slack. Powder wants to press in and feel her teeth, her tongue but she can’t reach. She’s about to lean over when Vi starts to speak in a gravelly voice.
“Isn’t sixteen too young to be getting fucked like this?”
“Noo, Vi.” Powder moans, reassuring her. “I want you.”
Vi slaps Powder’s left ass cheek with her free hand. Powder wails loudly and Vi demands again.
“Is sixteen too young to be getting fucked by me? I’m your sister, an adult,” she bites out.
“No!” Powder squeals defiantly. Vi slaps her red ass again and squeezes it hard, growling.
“Yes, yes!” Powder gasps. “I’m too young for you, this is wrong.”
Vi groans desperately. “I told you. Then why are you so wet for me? Why the fuck do you want me to fuck you so bad, huh?”
“Because I’m a slut, Vi.”
“Yeah, you’re a little slut aren’t you?” Vi moans. “Fuck, a slut who needs it so bad, you make me do this to you, you know? Never letting me say no. Never letting me just do the right thing.” She’s panting now, fucking Powder so hard she would fly into the air if it weren’t for Vi’s tight grip on her upper arm. “Always a brat since you were born, getting me into trouble and now this. You could ruin my life with one word.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Powder babbles as she tightens around Vi’s fingers, leaking all over Vi’s dirty shirt. Vi grinds Powder’s ass down onto her own mound frantically. “You better watch yourself, sis, do whatever I say.” Through her lustful haze Powder worries she’s gone too far, will send Vi into another tired self-loathing spiral, but Vi lets out a fierce keen, mouth falling open.
“Fuck,” she grunts.
So Powder keeps going, letting on to one of her own private desires. “You’re my bitch now.”
At this Vi’s eyes fly open. She sits up, flipping Powder over, putting her on her knees and grabbing her by the back of the neck.
“No, you’re mine,” she says harshly into Powder’s ear. She fucks her with short, shallow thrusts, fingering the rim off her asshole with her thumb. Powder gasps. They’ve never done that before.
“You think you can play me?” Vi barks. “I’m older than you. I’m bigger. I’m in charge of you, you’ll do what I say,” she warns in a low husk.
Powder moans desperately, so turned on her juices run down Vi’s arm to her elbow, wetting her rolled up sleeve. “Unnnnhhh, yes Vi, I’m sorry. I just wanted you to fuck me so bad I had to make you. I’m sorry, I won’t forget!”
“Who tells you what to do?”
“You do!”
“Who makes you come?”
“Youuu.”
“That’s right, baby.” Vi’s hot breath hits the back of her neck. “It’s always gonna be me.” With that she slams into Powder three times and Powder’s coming all over her fingers, screaming her name. Powder falls face first into Vi’s rumpled sheets, hardly able to breath.
Vi brings her sticky hand in between her own thighs and rubs at her clit until she comes with a broken whine. She slumps down next to Powder, putting an arm around her hesitantly. Powder grabs her hand and winds her fingers tightly between her own, then starts licking both of their come off like a cat.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Vi says, tone worn out and weary. “How does this happen?”
“What are you talking about? That was so amazing, Vi! You’re the best. Good for me you’ve had lots of practice, right?”
Vi shuts her eyes and throws her arm over her face. “Don’t talk about it. We’re starting over again tomorrow. You should...go.”
“Are you serious?” Powder asks in a poisonous tone.
“...Yes.”
“Fine!” Powder snaps, throwing back Vi’s sheet. “Don’t come crying to me next time you’re sloppy drunk and can’t get off by humping your pillow in here alone with your pathetic self!”
“It’s not going to happen again, Pow, I promise,” Vi says in what she thinks is a kind tone. Powder just scoffs and stomps out of the room, slamming the door hard on the way out. Vi sighs.
As it will turn out it wasn’t the last time, and both of them knew it.