don't hold back, give me all you've got

by danigotthots

Summary:

If there is one person in the world that should never be fucked with, Powder is fairly sure it’s her big sister Violet. Having already lived a thousand lives before the age of twenty three, the woman has seen more than most, including the inside of a jail cell, and has the short temper and high blood pressure to match. Anyone with eyes could easily take one look at the rough, tattooed woman and know that fucking with her is nothing short of asking to be beaten to a pulp.

She supposes that very fact is what makes it so much fun to do it, anyway.

Written for Day Seven of ViPow Week: Free Day

Notes:

Last day of ViPow Week, holy shit. Please mind the tags- this is pure smut with age gap and some decent chunks of abuse. If that's not what you're trying to get into today, that's cool, just go ahead and hit that back button. Otherwise...here we go!

If there is one person in the world that should never be fucked with, Powder is fairly sure it’s her big sister Violet. Having already lived a thousand lives before the age of twenty three, the woman has seen more than most, including the inside of a jail cell, and has the short temper and high blood pressure to match. Anyone with eyes could easily take one look at the rough, tattooed woman and know that fucking with her is nothing short of asking to be beaten to a pulp.

 

She supposes that very fact is what makes it so much fun to do it, anyway.

 

The unfortunate truth of the matter is that Vi, while notoriously on the cranky side, is actually ridiculously gentle with her, overall, probably out of some misguided attempt to make up for having left her behind while serving her sentence. She still remembers the guilt-ridden slope to her older sister’s shoulders as she and Vander had gone to bring Vi home upon her release, and can still recall the way Vi had gently touched her face, as if shocked and surprised that she had come along with the man that had helped raise them. Vi has admitted to the guilt numerous times, often after a couple of drinks, and while the woman has yet to believe her, the fact remains that she had been forgiven as soon as she had asked Vander if she could take Powder with her when she found her first apartment and moved out. 

 

Admittedly, Vander’s old rundown house, even with the warped wooden paneling on the walls, was still miles better than Vi’s cheap apartment, characterized by its stained, paper-thin walls and windows that rattle with the slightest breeze, but Powder can’t really bring herself to care. She would live in a dirty, wet cardboard box if it meant that she could be with Vi; she would be happy to be anywhere as long as it meant she got to look at the older woman. 

 

Even before she had been forced to go away, Vi had always been beautiful in an almost painful sense; time only seems to have enhanced that beauty, Vi having grown into herself in a way that she hadn’t prior to her imprisonment, and Powder would have to be completely blind to miss that. She thinks of her sister’s taller, more filled-out form as she looks at herself in her mirror, turning her body to and fro while she takes in her own appearance with a frustrated frown.

 

She knows that Vi does not look at her the same way she looks at Vi, and that makes her stomach twist as her chest aches. The truth of it is that Vi barely looks at her at all- back when they had both been younger, any of Powder’s attempts to poke at her for her attention were immediately met with a swift response, usually in the form of Vi pinning her to the floor or pulling on her hair. It had always been a point of contention for Vander, thinking that Vi had been bullying her, when in reality, Powder had always sought out her older sister’s rougher nature. Despite their significant age gap, their long-gone mother having managed to make it a full decade without a second accident, Powder always managed to find a sort of pleasure in Vi’s instinctual violence; she realized her own need for Vi’s constant attention, even if it came with a negative spin, at a young age, and always knew that it was a problem. From the first time she can remember it happening, she has always liked being pinned beneath Vi, her heart always racing whenever Vi would so much as shoot her a disgruntled glare, and that only makes her sister’s newfound gentle, patient nature even more upsetting than the years she was forced to spend separated from her.

 

Releasing her held breath, Powder slumps as she stares at her reflection in passive disappointment. Then, grabbing her scissors from the tiny desk shoved into the corner of her room, Powder carefully trims the hems of her denim shorts, lessening their length even further before she taps the blades of the scissors against her mouth while staring at her top. She hates to admit it, but her months-long plan of little moments of rebellion to act out and push back against Vi’s constant attempts at leniency have been, overall, unsuccessful at best- instead of the big blow ups she craves, her sister is more likely to send her to her room so she can rage in peace, never wanting to put her hands anywhere near Powder while angry, despite how that is exactly what the girl wants more than anything, and it has been nothing less than maddening for both of them. She knows that, logically and realistically, the answer is not to push harder by being even more blatant in her misbehavior, but she has always loved to get a rise out of her sister, and she can’t resist the chance to see the angry glint in the woman’s eyes, even if she only manages to catch a glimpse of it before her sister carefully buries it.

 

Blinking, she tilts her head as she takes a step back and looks at her newly-customized outfit; both her shorts and top were sourced from the very back of her closet, found in the suitcase she had brought with her from Vander’s house a few months prior. They’re both old, having been thrifted before coming into her possession, and she doubts that her sister even remembers that the snugly-fitting shorts and once-appropriate tee even exist in the first place. She lifts her scissors, then pulls at the neck of her shirt, pursing her lips as she pulls it lower. Watching her reflection carefully in the mirror, she cuts the neckline of her shirt even lower, baring her barely-there cleavage and mostly-flat breasts, pushed up by the toilet paper she had wadded into balls and shoved inside of the cups of her bra. Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, she turns to the side, tilting her head as she takes in the sight of her round, perky ass.

 

She glances back down at her chest, huffing in dismayed acceptance before she shrugs to herself and digs through her backpack for the makeup she had stolen from the pharmacy down the street on her way home from school. She knows next to nothing about makeup, but she has watched Vi messily smear on her beloved black eyeshadow what feels like a thousand times, and she figures it can’t possibly be that hard. Her confidence quickly shrinks as she sets out her small haul of tubes and powders, and she sighs to herself as she picks up a bright pink blush and a bronzer that looks almost orange in the early-evening light as it streams in from between her crooked, broken blinds. 

 

She swallows, then puts both compacts back in her backpack, unsure of what she’ll do with them, but sensing that they won’t look right on her. She decides to keep it simple, not wanting to look even more babyish to her sister by coming out looking like a cross between a clown and a five year old’s approximation of what a hooker in the eighties might have looked like. 

 

Her hand shakes as she lifts her finger to her eyelid and smears a dusty gray eyeshadow over her lids. She hisses when she sees how uneven the application is on both eyes, then rubs at the powder until it softens and blends.

 

Leaning back a couple of inches, she blinks at herself, huffing when she sees how much of the eyeshadow fell down and dusted her cheeks, then does her best to wipe it away with her sweaty palms. Before continuing, she pauses to take a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tries to gather herself- she feels idiotic, at best, and she can’t help but fear her sister’s ridicule. 

 

Her bottom lip caught in her teeth, she opens her eyes back up, blinks away the shamed, embarrassed tears, then grabs the tube of mascara and viciously pumps the wand in and out before she holds the bristles up near her eye. She blinks her lashes down against it, a move she’d seen Vi do when the woman had been a little younger, then gaps when she sees how long it makes her eyelashes look. Angling her face, she looks at her lashes in awe, then hisses in frustration when she blinks too hard and smudges the mascara onto her eyelid. 

 

“Shit,” she whispers, licking her fingertip and rubbing the smudge. Inky blackness smears over her lid, and Powder clenches her fists tightly as she swallows back the exasperated scream that threatens to tear itself from her throat; she picks up the eyeshadow palette once more, sticking her finger into the black shadow before she smears it onto her lid as well, then blends it into the gray.

 

The result is far from perfect, but it almost reminds her of the way Vi does her makeup, and it makes her feel sexy and cool, even if she knows her application methods were childish, at best. She takes a deep breath, then grabs the baby-pink gloss she’d swiped, hurriedly swiping it onto her lips in thick globs and humming appreciatively when she presses them together and tastes bubblegum. Pouting at her own reflection, Powder tilts her head from side to side, her eyes widening when she sees the tiny bits of glitter in the gloss sparkling back at her. She sits back, running her eyes over her entire body, appraising her appearance before she sniffs, then unbraids her hair, letting the choppy, uneven lengths fall around her face and shoulders. 

 

Pouting, Powder does her best to style her hair into looking artfully messy, like some sort of sexy bedhead instead of the half-mauled bird’s nest that usually sits on her head. She is only vaguely successful, though she has to pause to remove the strands of hair sticking to her lip gloss; she whines to herself, but swallows back her mounting irritation in favor of focusing her energy on adjusting her stuffed bra to make what little breasts she has look more impressive, somehow.

 

Standing, Powder reaches into her backpack one more time, pulling out the cheap body spray she’d swiped alongside the makeup, then douses herself with it, gagging for a moment on a cloud of the heavily-scented, glitter-laden mist. The scent is akin to a rough approximation of what cotton candy might have smelled like at one point or another, though this particular iteration might be more at home on a stage with a pole instead of in a young girl’s bedroom. Still, it makes her feel more adult, and she shivers as she straightens her shoulders, coughing one last time after attempting to take a deep breath before the thick mist had settled.

 

“You okay?” Vi calls from somewhere outside of Powder’s door. Once more, she straightens her back, squares her shoulders, and gives herself one last cursory glance in her mirror.

 

She looks cheap and trashy, looks like she is leaving her room with the express purpose of getting into trouble; she grins, shimmies her shoulders excitedly, then grabs a purse and her phone, snatching her platform flipflops before she opens her door. Checking her phone, Powder grins, then slides it in her back pocket as she closes her door with a slam. 

 

“Jesus Christ!” Vi shouts from the kitchen. “The hell are you slammin’ doors for?”

 

“Sorry,” Powder calls as she walks down the hall, fighting back a grin as she rolls her shoulders back- she has to pass the kitchen to get to the front door, and it all feels like everything is falling perfectly into place without her even really having to try. Her heart feels like it’s climbing into her throat with every step that she takes, but it only makes her pulse quicken and her nipples harden, the thrill already turning her on.

 

“I swear to fucking shit, kid,” Vi grumbles as Powder struts past the entrance of the kitchen. The woman is facing away from her as she unloads the cramped, half-broken dishwasher underneath the chipped countertop, her top half only concealed by a soft sports bra. Sniffing, Powder drops her sandals, grinning when they loudly clatter to the floor, then bends over to slide them on. She hides behind her hair, not wanting Vi to see the giddiness written all over her face; her excited grin only grows when she hears her sister choke, no doubt having turned around to see what all the noise was about.

 

“Powder Felicia Lane, what the hell are you fucking wearing?” Vi asks, her voice getting louder with every syllable. 

 

Using every shred of her self-control to keep a straight face, Powder stands, then turns to her sister, raising her brow. “Oh, hey. I’m gonna go hang out with some friends for a little while.”

 

“You are not going anywhere,” Vi growls, storming out of the kitchen, “not dressed like that.”

 

“Like what?” Powder crosses her arms over her chest, then cocks her hip to the side, biting her lip to keep the smile off of her face. “It’s just shorts and a t-shirt.”

 

“Where the fuck are the shorts, Powder?” Vi takes a step back, her eyes roaming up and down Powder’s body. “You look like you’re wearing denim fuckin’ panties and you think I’m gonna let you go run around like that?”

 

Powder rolls her eyes. “This is how everyone wears them, Vi.”

 

“Everyone else, maybe,” Vi grunts, grabbing Powder by her shoulders and pushing her back towards the hallway. “But not you. And scrub that shit off your face, too.”

 

“Why?” Powder pouts as she pushes Vi’s hands away. “You wear makeup all the time.”

 

“I’m a grown goddamn woman,” Vi grouses gruffly, her fists braced on her hips. “You’re twelve and you’re painted up like a-” she stops herself, rubbing her hand over her mouth as she looks away. “Wipe it off and get changed. You’re staying in tonight.”  

 

Crossing her arms over her chest, Powder stomps her feet. “I’m not some little kid! I’m almost thirteen!”

 

Vi huffs humorlessly, then spends a few seconds scrubbing her hands over her face. “That really isn’t the stellar argument that you think it is, Pow.” She lowers her hands, then rests them back on her hips. “You’re too young for any of this.” Her eyes drop to Powder’s chest, and she pauses, her head tilting as her eyes glint dangerously. “...Did you stuff your bra?”

 

Powder swallows nervously, already growing giddy by the dry, irritated tone in her sister’s voice. “...No.” She tilts her face up, jutting out her chin as she stares at Vi defiantly. 

 

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here,” Vi says after a moment; she takes a step back, pointing towards Powder’s closed bedroom door, “but I’m not in the mood for it, whatever it is.”

 

“My friends are expecting me, we always hang out on Saturdays,” Powder presses, knowing that she’s toeing all sorts of her sister’s lines. Vi’s nostrils flare, and it sends a rush of excitement down her spine, her adrenaline spiking as her sister stares down at her in pissed-off disbelief.

 

“You think I give a shit?” Vi rolls her shoulders as her hands shake. She thumbs the end of her nose, then huffs out a half-laugh, though it’s humorless and dry. “Fuck your little shithead friends. You must have gone and lost your goddamn mind if you think for even a second that I’m letting you run around with-”

 

“Don’t talk about them like that!” Powder shouts, her anger turning genuine in defense of the few friends she has managed to make. 

 

Vi’s eyes widen in shock before they narrow in anger. “Lower your fucking voice,” she warns.

 

Powder steps into her sister’s space, sneering as she rocks up onto her toes to get closer to the woman’s face. “Or what?” 

 

“What?”

 

Rolling her eyes, Powder scoffs, even as her heart beats fast enough to make her head feel a little dizzy. “You act like you’re so big and scary. I’m not afraid of you.” She looks over at the door, then back at Vi. “And you can’t actually stop me.”

 

Vi’s eyes glitter as she steps closer, her lip curling, and Powder pretends not to feel the answering wetness that gathers in her cheap cotton panties or the bead of sweat that runs down her back. “Is that so?” 

 

Happily hammering the last nail into her own coffin, Powder steps forward with a cocky grin, her nose bumping against Vi’s as she tilts her chin up. “What are you gonna do? Spank me for being bad?”

 

Vi’s eyes darken. “That what you’re angling for?” She asks, her voice husky. “You’ve been acting up for months, and I’ve been trying to be nice, Pow. I’ve been letting shit slide, but I’m not gonna sit here and let you turn into some spoiled little brat.” She bends down, her face inches from Powder’s, her breath already smelling like beer. “Don’t test me, kid.”

 

Her brow twitches. “Don’t call me that.”

 

“Or what?” Vi asks, crossing her arms over her much larger chest, baring her teeth in a rough approximation of a cruel grin as she turns her own question back on her with a smug air of victory. 

 

Powder feels her own nostrils flare as she rises to her sister’s challenge all-too-eagerly. She steps back with a soft laugh, then nods to herself as she turns towards the door. “Whatever,” she scoffs, flicking the lock and turning the knob. 

 

Vi grabs her by the back of her neck, spinning her around and shoving her into the living room with an angry snarl. “I said no,” she grunts, throwing Powder down onto the couch. She turns over, staring up at Vi in a display of shocked incredulity. “You are staying in tonight, do you hear me?” The woman stands over her for a moment, then rolls her eyes, turning on her heel to walk back into the kitchen. “I’m over this little attitude of yours.”

 

Powder snarls, then eyes the door, biting her lip as she weighs her options. There is a clear and obvious good choice here, but she has no interest in it; instead, she follows her heart by throwing herself headfirst into the worst possible decision she can make. 

 

She gets one foot out of the front door before Vi’s arm circles her waist, the woman dragging her back inside in a show of pissed-off effortlessness. Vi flings her down back onto the couch like she weighs nothing, like her flailing arms and legs are nonexistent, then stands over her, her chest heaving with every rage-fueled breath. “That’s e-fucking-nough!” She yells, her eyes fiery. 

 

Her chest tightening and her pussy throbbing, Powder bares her teeth as she lunges forward, only to have her face caught in her sister’s wide, warm hand. 

 

“Stay down,” Vi warns her with a growl, her eyes widening when she sees the way Powder shivers in her hold. She frowns, then pushes Powder back, releasing her face before she takes a few steps back. “I mean it, Powder. I am done playing your little games. You are going to behave, and you are going to start right fucking now, do you hear me?”

 

Powder’s breathing stutters as she steams silently, then flinches back into the cushion as Vi steps forward. The woman freezes, then rolls her shoulders back. 

 

“I asked you a question,” she states, her voice and shoulders tight.

 

“I heard you,” Powder replies through gritted teeth. 

 

Vi laughs humorlessly as she takes another step back. “You are really testing my fucking patience right now.”

 

“Yeah, well, now you know how I feel.”

 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Vi growls. “Because I’m so goddamn merciful, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just open your mouth and say that shit.” She rubs her hand over her mouth, glancing over her shoulder as she peers back into the kitchen, then looks back at her with cold, hard eyes that make heat bloom between Powder’s thighs. “I’m going to get a beer, and you’re going to be sitting on this fucking couch when I get back- that isn’t a question, that isn’t a suggestion, that is me telling you what you’re going to do, Powder. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.” She rolls her shoulders back. “Don’t pull that shit with the door again, you won’t like how it ends.” Pinning Powder in place with a particularly dark look, Vi spins on her heels to walk back to the kitchen, and, in a fit of self-destructive impulse and the ever-present desire to see her sister finally snap, Powder reaches down, grabs her flipflop, and chucks it at the back of Vi’s head. 

 

The sandal soars through the air in an arc that could only be described as majestic, hits Vi with an audible slapping noise, then clatters to the ground uselessly as Vi stands frozen in front of the door, her entire body tense; her head cocks to the side as she audibly tries to even her ragged breath. “Yeah,” she laughs quietly, going completely silent for a moment as her hand shoots out to lock the front door. “Yeah, that’s it.” 

 

Powder barely has time to blink before her sister is on top of her, grabbing her by the hair as she pulls her down over her lap and shoves her face into the couch cushion. She gasps as she feels Vi yank her shorts down her thighs, her panties getting ripped down with them; her head flies up as Vi releases her hair to plant her hand in the center of Powder’s back, her other palm swinging down to firmly smack the round, perky cheek of her ass. 

 

“Vi!” Powder chokes in surprise, her pussy twitching as the cool air of the living room comes in contact with the wetness clinging to her lips. Vi’s hand comes back down on her other cheek, sending stinging, burning heat skittering over her skin. 

 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Vi asks as she starts raining quick smacks down on her ass, never once pausing her onslaught to let Powder even breathe. “You want to act like a fucking brat, you can get treated like one.”

 

Powder squirms in Vi’s lap, only growing wetter when she feels just how well the woman is holding her down. Pained tears rush to her eyes as she gasps for breath; Powder lets out a sob as the pain sends pleasured signals to her brain, making her pussy throb in time with her pounding heartbeat. Vi lets loose a few more slaps, then pauses, her hand hovering over Powder’s bright, red-hot skin. “Are you done acting like a little shit?”

 

Hissing through her teeth, Powder glares over her shoulder in challenge, her tears leaving black streaks down her face from her cheap mascara. “That’s all you’ve got? You talked a big fuc-”

 

Vi shoves her head back down and spanks her even harder, the sound of every impact echoing into the quiet room, only disrupted by Powder’s pained whimpers and whines. “Shut your fucking mouth you little fucking brat,” Vi hisses. “I’m so fucking tired of your shit.”

 

Her hand slams down onto her flesh a few more times before Vi finally shoves the girl off of her lap and onto the floor, her eyes stuck on the smear of wetness clinging to her palm. With her chest heaving and her eyes wild, she looks down at Powder where she’s splayed on the floor; swallowing, Powder blinks up at her nervously, then spreads her legs, her heart skipping a beat when she sees the way Vi’s eyes drop to the shiny, slick mess between them.

 

“What the fuck?” Vi asks, just barely dragging her gaze back up to Powder’s face. 

 

Powder blinks, unable to think or move or force her mouth to form a single word of explanation.

 

“Go to your room,” Vi says flatly, her face completely blank and expressionless.

 

Powder opens her mouth, licking her lips, then slams her jaw shut in embarrassment, stumbling to her feet- she nearly trips over the shorts still looped around her ankles, but manages to make it to her room in record timing. She doesn’t even bother shutting the door behind her, just throws herself down on her bed before flinging the shorts and her panties into the corner by her desk. Her knees fall open, and she angles her pussy towards her open door as she starts rubbing herself, mortified tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she brushes her fingers over the hot, red skin of her ass and upper thighs. 

 

She doesn’t bother covering her mouth or acknowledging her own shamelessness; instead, she just throws her head back while she sniffles and whimpers, her pussy wetter than it has ever been. She digs the nails of her free hand into her thigh, hissing and groaning as the pain sharpens the pleasure into a finely-tuned edge that drags her closer to the edge. “Vi,” she whines, her voice breaking while her legs tremble. Her fingers shake as she rubs them around her clit, and she hisses as she increases the pressure. She clenches her eyes shut, throwing her head back as she thinks about the way Vi had thrown her around so easily, then sighs as she runs her fingers over her waist, imagining that she can still feel the swollen muscles of her sister’s bicep pressing into her while she had hauled her back inside. Her breath catches, and her throat clicks as she swallows, then groans, her hips shifting as she adjusts the angle. Licking her lips, Powder whimpers, thinking of how easy it would have been for Vi to keep her pinned while she hammered her fingers in and out of her cunt, and her fingers immediately abandon her clit in favor of stroking her wet lips nervously.

 

She has only ever fingered herself a few times, the first couple of attempts having been less than successful due to an unfortunate lack of sufficient lubrication, but she knows that won’t be a problem, this time. “V-Vi,” she stutters as she slips her middle finger inside of herself; she bites her lip, then clenches down around the intrusion, the feeling still so foreign to her. Rolling her hips, Powder grinds her ass down against her cottony sheets, whimpering even louder as they scratch against her tender, sensitive skin. At first, Powder doesn’t bother with fucking herself, simply too focused on the feeling of having something inside, on being able to feel the soft, tight wetness of her own entrance. After a few minutes, though, she finds herself desperate to scratch the itch that never seems to want to go away, and once she starts slowly thrusting her finger in and out of herself, she can’t focus on anything other than the plethora of sensations, all of her nerves feeling like they’re lighting up at once. 

 

Powder can hear the wet noises that come from between her legs, her finger moving fast enough to send little droplets of her own arousal flying over her inner thighs and sheets. Her blood feels like it’s boiling as it rushes through her at record speeds, her head going fuzzy as she squirms on her twin-sized bed that had been squeezed into the corner of the bedroom to make up for the lack of structural integrity in the thrifted frame. Inhaling sharply through her nose, Powder fucks herself even faster as she thinks of the way Vi had growled in her face, rage lighting her cool gray eyes and causing a pretty pink flush to settle over the woman’s high cheek bones. “Vi,” she calls out, her voice weak and reedy.

 

“Add another finger, Pow.”

 

Her eyes fly open, immediately landing on Vi where she’s standing, the woman having managed to come into her room and stand right next to her bed without any detection. Vi reaches out, pulling on her knee to help her legs part even further, then strokes the inside of her thigh with her warm, rough fingers. 

 

“Do it,”’ she says, her voice barely anything more than a husky growl. “Fuck that pretty pussy, Powder, or I will.”

 

Without even thinking about it, Powder slides her finger out of herself, baring herself to Vi’s prying eyes as she arches her neck and stares at her from beneath hooded eyes. “You do it, then.” 

 

Vi’s nostrils flare, then Powder’s head snaps to the side, her cheek stinging from the impact of the woman’s calloused palm against her face, and it brings tears to her eyes while her entrance clenches hungrily around air, desperate to be filled again. “You always want to play your stupid little games,” the older woman grunts, slapping her again. “Always want to test my fucking patience.” Vi’s hand grabs Powder’s jaw, clenching it tightly in her bruising grip as she forces Powder to look at her head-on. “Is this what you wanted, you little brat?”

 

Powder spreads her legs, baring her teeth, then laughs when Vi releases her face to slap her again. “Yes,” she hisses, arching her back as she does her best to put herself on display.

 

Vi grunts, then grabs what’s left of Powder’s shirt, most of the fabric having either been trimmed away or cut into so badly that it’s mostly holes except for where the fabric just barely covers the cups of Powder’s bra. With one quick flick of her wrist, the shirt rips, the material fluttering away like it had never been there in the first place. Powder’s cheap supermarket bra goes next, the clasp flying off as Vi grabs the front of it and yanks it, the toilet paper that Powder had stuffed inside falling out and landing on either side of her ribs. 

 

“Who the fuck were you getting slutted up for, hm?” The older woman asks as she roughly palms Powder’s flat breasts. “Going out to get passed around like a cheap joint?”

 

Powder shivers, her sister’s cruel words making her feel disgusting and dirty and hopelessly turned on. “And if I was?”

 

Her teeth slam together as Vi backhands her. “You really want to piss me off, huh? That’s what you want so bad, you want to get a fuckin’ rise out of me?” One hand circles Powder’s throat, the other shoving two long, thick fingers inside of her tight, dripping pussy. “You want me to get mad enough to fuck you like the whore you wanna be so bad?” Her hand slides up from Powder’s throat to her face once more, then squeezes firmly, forcing her jaw to open and her lips to part. They stay like that for a couple of seconds before Vi blinks, then groans, her eyes falling closed as she whispers, “Fuck,” to herself, a curse and a prayer all at once. When she looks back down at Powder, her expression full of rage and lust and want and regret, she doesn’t say a single other thing; instead, Vi allows herself to fall on top of Powder, blanketing her body as she continues fucking her fingers in and out, never once allowing her rhythm to falter. Powder whimpers as Vi kisses her, their tongues touching before their lips ever meet, tears falling from her eyes as Vi plays her body like it’s a perfectly-tuned instrument instead of the weapon of disappointment that she has come to view herself as. 

 

She can’t speak with Vi’s tongue in her mouth, can barely breathe with the woman’s hand circling her throat again, but none of that seems to matter all that much when Vi’s fingers are inside of her. If she is being honest, Powder likes the way her head feels like it’s floating, her brain slowly being starved of oxygen as Vi floods it with arousal-riddled dopamine. Before this, Powder had thought she’d known the meaning of arousal, of being turned on, but being beneath her sister while the woman is nearly thrumming with barely-restrained anger is enough to make her realize that nothing she has ever experienced will be anywhere near enough, now that she has tasted Vi’s tongue and felt the roughest parts of her hands in her most secretive, sensitive spots. She knows she should be scared, she knows she should be asking to stop or slow down, that this is her virginity, that losing something like that is supposed to be soft and sweet and special. 

 

Luckily for her, Powder has never particularly enjoyed the types of soft or sweet that everyone has always told her she was supposed to, and this is exactly the sort of special that she has always preferred. 

 

“So fuckin’ wet for it,” Vi growls as she rubs Powder’s g-spot, then thumbs at her clit. “You like it rough? You like it when you don’t have a choice?” She nips at Powder’s lip hard enough to draw blood, then licks it away, grinning when Powder hisses at the sting. “Your pussy likes it,” she whispers, huffing out a laugh when more wetness spills out around her fingers. 

 

She adds a third without hesitation, not bothering to slow her pace or ask for permission, and it’s everything that Powder has ever wanted. It hurts, the stretch burning more than anything, but that only makes her want more, always having been addicted to whatever her sister would give her, be it the warmth of a softly-cupped palm or the dull pain of a curled fist. She whimpers gutturally, not quite recognizing the noise as anything that could have possibly come from her until after it has already escaped her throat. 

 

“Yeah,” Vi laughs meanly. “You like it, you fucking freak. You like it when I make you take it.” She pulls back, her hand squeezing Powder’s throat as she looks down to watch the way her fingers disappear into Powder’s wetness. “Fucking swallowing it,” she gasps. “Such a greedy, slutty thing.” Curling her fingers, she rubs insistently at Powder’s g-spot until her legs are shaking and her toes are curling hard enough to make her calves feel like they’re mere moments away from cramping up. Once she has stopped trembling enough to release her grip on Vi’s fingers, the woman quickly slides them out, wiping the residual fluids on the inside of Powder’s thighs.

 

“Vi,” Powder wheezes, reaching for her sister immediately, terrified of what will happen once the woman leaves her room. 

 

Planting her hand in the center of Powder’s thin, bony chest, Vi shoves her back down with a warning glare, then reaches off to the side, grabbing her strap and harness. Pausing, Powder swallows thickly as she watches Vi slip her legs through the straps of the harness and pull it up over her hips- she hadn’t noticed its presence on her bed, but the fact that Vi had come with it in the first place makes her heart and mind feel like they’re soaring, joy and pleasure drowning out the initial panicked desperation that had coursed through her only moments prior.

 

“You thought I was done?” Vi asks with a caustically amused grin; she tilts her head and grabs her bony hips, then quickly drags her even closer to the edge of the bed with one firm pull. “You haven’t learned a fucking thing,” she says as she holds her in place by her jaw and presses their sweaty foreheads together. “Look at me,” she growls, slowly rolling her hips and rutting the head of her dildo against Powder’s pussy. Powder forces herself to look Vi in her eyes, then immediately drops her jaw as Vi steadily enters her, never once pausing in her mission to bottom out in one, smooth thrust.

 

Powder has never felt so full, has never had so much inside of her before, and she feels like her brain is mere seconds away from short circuiting. Her entire body twitches and hums, and her eyes go wide and unseeing as she is completely overtaken by the feeling of her sister’s presence and ownership; she can only hope that Vi will leave a lasting mark on her body, that this act of claiming will be permanent, in some way, so that she can walk around for the rest of her life with the evidence of her sister’s desire, even if it only lasts for a couple more minutes. 

 

“Yeah,” Vi huffs, her hands flying back down to grab Powder’s hips. “This is exactly what you need.” She buries her face in Powder’s neck, her teeth digging into her shoulder as she rolls her hips back slowly and then thrusts back in as quickly as she can, their hips making a wet slap as they slam against each other. “You wanna have a fucking attitude?” Vi growls, setting up a hard, brutal pace, “Fine. I’ll fuck it out of you.”

 

“Fi-na-lly.” Powder gasps between heaving, panting breaths. Vi’s strap is big, and it’s enough to make her feel breathless, like the dildo is large enough to reach her lungs, though she knows it isn’t. She has never felt so pinned down, so completely trapped, so wholly held in place like this; Powder honestly isn’t sure she could move if she wanted to, and for the first time in years, the constant thread of fear running through her disappears, her entire mind and body relaxing as she finally feels safe again, completely at her sister’s mercy and under her control. 

 

Straightening her back, Vi looks down at her as she drags her even further off the bed, holding her in place with unfair ease as she hammers into her at an unforgiving, unrelenting pace. Powder gasps for breath as Vi holds her hips up at the perfect level for her to drill in and out of her, the rest of her weight balanced primarily on her shoulders as she bounces against the firm surface of her mattress. Sweat beads on Vi’s temples, dripping off the end of her nose as she grunts and fucks Powder at increasing speeds, almost like she is in a race with herself. Powder can’t figure out how to form words, can’t even say her sister’s name, her entire mind feeling like it has been completely washed clean and pounded into place by her sister’s iron-clad will and unstoppable stamina. Her entrance hurts, but in a way that only makes her crave more of it, wanting the soreness that she knows will cling to her muscles for days after this. Reaching up, Powder wraps her hands around the back of Vi’s neck, then pulls her closer, tears streaming down her cheek as she does her best to keep her back arched enough for her hips to be at the best height for Vi’s onslaught. 

 

Vi brushes past her lips then drags her mouth along Powder’s jaw and neck until she can bite her other shoulder, leaving twin marks on either side of her neck. She can feel her own heartbeat echoing in the walls of her pussy as they cling to Vi’s strap, can hear the whiny, shuddering whimpers that keep coming from her without her permission, but all she can truly focus on is getting her sister as close as she can. Her nails dig into the older woman’s shoulders as she clings to her, turning her face to bury her nose in the short, sweaty hairs on the shaven side of Vi’s head, dizzy with sensation, her skin singing as Vi leaves bruises in the shape of her fingers on her waist and hips. Vi hisses as Powder leaves long red scratches along her back and shoulders, then pulls out, effortlessly breaking her hold before she grabs her by the shoulders and flips her onto her stomach. Pulling Powder’s hips up and back, Vi slides right back in, continuing her thrusting as she sucks hickeys into the back of Powder’s neck and shoulders.

 

“You’re gonna come like this,” Vi says, her tone offering no alternative. “So you can play with your clit, or you can lay there and take it, but this is how you’re getting it.”

 

Powder gasps wordlessly, her hips thrusting back against Vi’s in an off-beat rhythm, her mind moving too slowly for anything else. Somehow, she manages to get enough brain function together to move her hand beneath herself; she clumsily rubs her clit with her middle and ring finger, the pace uneven and heavy-handed, but it’s enough to get her exactly where she wants to be. 

 

“You just keep getting wetter and wetter,” Vi says, delivering a series of quick slaps to her already-reddened ass cheeks. “Shit,” she huffs. “You’re gonna fuckin’ bruise.” She laughs to herself, then spanks her again, this time making sure to keep her hand stiff, the smacking sounds even louder as they echo around the room. “Gonna look so pretty.”

 

Her eyes flying open as her vision goes completely white, Powder drops her jaw and nearly screams as her orgasm crashes over her and drags her beneath its depths, her mind completely overwhelmed by pleasure to the point of blacking out. She can feel her walls fluttering around Vi’s strap, can feel the bruises forming on her skin, and then she slips into blissful, orgasmic nothingness.

 

When she wakes up, Vi is long gone. She looks down at herself, pinching the hem of the extra-large sleep shirt her sister had dressed her in, then hums curiously when she lifts it to see that she has been left without underwear. Her thighs and crotch have been wiped clean, her body carefully placed to avoid the wet spot that Vi covered with a towel prior to tucking Powder in, and when she sits up and looks over at her phone, which had been plugged in and left on her nightstand, she sees that it’s already past midnight. 

 

She should go back to sleep, but she never even pauses to consider it as an option, choosing instead to slip out from beneath her sheets, wincing as they rub against sore, tender flesh. Her bedroom door is firmly shut, and she pouts, then carefully opens it just enough to creep out of her room, not wanting the hinges to creak and alert her sister.

 

The rest of the apartment is pitch black, which is more than a surprise- most Saturdays are spent with Powder running around with her friends while Vi gets progressively drunker on the couch, and while she would usually be home by this time, her sister, on a regular night, is never in bed before two or three in the morning. She stands in front of her sister’s bedroom, shifting her weight from foot to foot before she catches herself and forces herself to stand still, rolling her shoulders back as she slowly reaches for her sister’s doorknob. 

 

She’s surprised when the knob turns easily, her sister having forgotten to lock her door before going to bed, and she holds her breath as she carefully, slowly pushes the door open and slithers in before quietly closing it behind her. 

 

Vi is in bed, splayed out on her back, all of her sheets and blankets having been kicked to the end of the mattress. Her underwear is wrapped loosely around her ankles, her legs spread, her hands loosely folded on her stomach, and when Powder glances over at the woman’s dimly-illuminated nightstand, she nearly gasps when she sees Vi’s baby blue vibrator sitting on top of it, still shiny with her own fluids. 

 

She glances at her sister’s face, freezing when she sees Vi’s eyes glittering in the low light of her lamp as she stares up at the ceiling.

 

“What do you want, Powder?” Vi asks blandly, not bothering to even look her way; it hurts worse than any of her slapping and spanking ever could.

 

Stepping closer, Powder tilts her head, swallowing back any leftover hesitation. Dragging her eyes back down between Vi’s legs, Powder bites her lips as she peers through the darkness, trying to make out the shapes hidden in the shadows created by her sister’s thighs. “Did you come?” She asks, arching her brow as she flashes her sister a knowing smile. “Doesn’t seem like you did.”

 

Vi sits up, her finger pointing at the door. “Get the fuck out.”

 

“I could help you,” Powder offers. She smirks, then shrugs. “Or not. Just kinda weird that the only one that got to get anything out of it was me,” she raises her brows even further, “you know, with the whole punishment thing.”

 

“Do you want me to punish you?” Vi asks incredulously.

 

“Yeah,” Powder whispers, stepping forward and propping her knee up on the edge of Vi’s mattress. “If it means you’ll do it like before.” She puts her hands on Vi’s shoulders, squeezing the woman’s muscles, then pushes her back down onto her pillow. 

 

Vi immediately sits back up, knocking Powder’s hands away with an irritated scoff. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

 

“Yes, I do,” Powder insists. She grabs Vi’s hand, then places it against her cheek, nuzzling into her palm before she pulls it back and slaps herself with her sister’s hand and nuzzles into it once more. “I like it.”

 

“You’re too young to like anything.”

 

“I like you,” she whispers. “I like when you hold me down and I can’t get away. I like when you’re in control and I don’t have to think or be scared anymore.” She pauses, then drops Vi’s hand. “But if you don’t want to give that to me, then I’ll find someone else who will.” She turns to leave, grinning victoriously when her older sister’s hand shoots out to grab her wrist in a bruising grip, the tight ring formed by her fingers forcing her bones to grind together painfully. 

 

Vi yanks her back, throwing her down on her bed. “You don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?”

 

“Nope,” Powder replies cheekily, her heart racing even faster as Vi’s glare gets colder and more impatient. “You should teach me.”

 

Vi grunts then reaches down, grabbing her panties from around her ankles before she flings them further into her room and straddles Powder’s face, then sinks down without any warning, grinding down against her as she smears her wetness from her forehead to her chin. “Fuck,” Vi groans as she buries her hand in Powder’s messy, tangled hair. “Stick your tongue out,” she mutters, and Powder immediately obeys, moaning as she tastes the salty, tangy flavor of her sister’s folds. Within seconds, her entire face is covered in Vi, the woman’s arousal dripping down onto her as Vi rubs herself down against Powder’s nose to get herself off. 

 

Powder rubs her thighs together, then carefully sneaks her hand down to cup her pussy- she doesn’t slip any fingers inside of herself, her entrance too sore, but she carefully rubs her swollen, wet cunt down against her palm as Vi’s grip on her hair tightens. Vi’s clit is swollen and erect, and it takes Powder a second, but once she manages to catch it between her lips, she eagerly sucks and flicks her tongue against it, her pussy throbbing as Vi freezes above her and groans. 

 

“Good girl,” Vi grunts. “Yeah, fuck, just like that.” Her short, blunt nails scratch painfully at Powder’s scalp, and her hips thrust forward in semi-aborted movements. “Shit,” she hisses, “there you go, fucking-” throwing her head back, Vi uses her free hand to pinch and pull at her own nipple, her body tensing and rolling in discordant patterns. She grinds her hips down even harder, and Powder can barely even breathe like this, but it’s perfect- her head spins from the lack of oxygen, and she closes her eyes as she loses herself even further in her sister’s taste and smell. 

 

The older woman uses her like she isn’t even a human being, like her comfort means nothing to her, like all she wants is to rub her cunt all over Powder’s face and then throw her to the side as soon as she has gotten what she wants. Powder whimpers as she rolls her hips down against her hand, little sparks of pleasure skittering over her body as Vi crushes her pussy against Powder’s mouth and nose. Vi pauses, looking over her shoulder before she glances back down at her with her brow arched and her lip curled. “Even now, you’re still trying to get yourself off,” she says, shaking her head. She lifts her hips, then slaps Powder’s cheek, grinning down at her as Powder freezes in shock. Letting her hand fall to the side, Powder opens her mouth and sticks her tongue back out, her eyes wide, her brows furrowed in apology.

 

Vi wastes no time, curling her body as she rubs and humps herself down against Powder’s face until she finally freezes, both of her hands pulling tightly on Powder’s hair as she holds her in place and forces her to taste her orgasm. The woman moans, the sound high-pitched and drawn out as she floods Powder’s mouth; she squirts all over her lips and jaw, leaving her face and neck and hair drenched, her mouth full, and her mind half-dead as she lays back on her sister’s bed and lets the older woman defile her in a way that she knows has already ruined her for anyone else.

 

With her breathing somewhat evened out, Vi swings herself off of Powder’s face; she crawls back up to her pillows, then lays down, her eyes closed as she tries to get comfortable, all while completely ignoring Powder’s presence. 

 

“Vi?” Powder asks, sitting up.

 

“Go to bed,” Vi grunts, running her fingers lazily through her sweaty hair as her chest rises and falls. Her other hand falls limply between her legs, and Powder isn’t stupid enough to think that Vi will possibly be done after one orgasm, given how pent-up she still seems. She glances at the door, the back of it mostly covered by her sister’s beloved leather jackets and boxing gloves that she hangs on its hooks, then back at her sister’s face, still barely able to see her at all in the relative darkness of her bedroom. 

 

Shifting onto her knees, Powder crawls up beside her sister, then settles herself along the woman’s side, laying her head on Vi’s broad shoulder before she starts leaving feather-light kisses along the column of her sister’s neck. “You aren’t done,” she whispers, “let me help you.”

 

“Help me,” Vi snorts, though she makes no move to dislodge her. “Yeah, sure. You’ve been a ton of help, thanks.”

 

She knows that the woman is trying to be prickly to scare her off, knows that Vi is trying to hurt her feelings to create some space, so she swallows down her immediate, instinctual defensiveness in favor of allowing her nose to lightly brush against her sister’s throat. “So use me, then,” Powder offers softly, her voice trembling. 

 

“I have plenty of stuff I can use,” Vi retorts. 

 

“Yeah,” Powder agrees, throwing her leg over Vi’s waist and her arm around Vi’s shoulders, then burying her face even deeper in the side of her neck. “But I can do a lot more than a vibrator or a dildo.”

 

“You sure about that?” The older woman snorts, huffing as Powder continues to make herself comfortable. 

 

“I know all kinds of stuff,” Powder whispers, kissing Vi right over the tattoo on her cheekbone. “I’ve watched all sorts of videos.”

 

“You don’t know shit if all you’ve been doing is watching videos.”

 

Powder pouts, then opens her mouth and closes her teeth around the skin of her sister’s throat; she bites and sucks and licks until Vi pushes her off forcibly, groaning in irritation. “I have to go to work, you little shit,” she grunts, holding Powder down by her throat. “You think they want me walkin’ around with fuckin’ hickeys?”

 

She bites her lip as she stares up at Vi, her vision going fuzzy at the very edges of her sight. Powder doesn’t bother fighting back, just lets herself go completely limp, forcing her hands to stay by her side instead of allowing them to fly up to grab at her sister’s thick wrists like they instinctually want to. She keeps her eyes open and on Vi’s, then lets her knees spread and fall to the sides, completely submitting to the older woman’s will without a single word of complaint.

 

Vi swallows, loosening her hold just enough to let Powder suck in the slightest tendrils of air. She tilts her head, then leans down until the ends of her hair tickle Powder’s cheek, her breath smelling like cheap, burning liquor. “You should go to bed,” she mutters, her voice dangerously low and gritty, “because if you stay here, you’re going to take everything I give you, whether you like it or not.” She grins sharply, her eyes glittering. “I’m giving you one last out, and if you don’t take it, you’re not leaving until I’m done with you.” Loosening her grip, Vi lets her grin fall as she stares at Powder expectantly. “You gonna be smart?”

 

Powder has never been this wet in her entire life, has never wanted to be thrown around and fucked like a rag doll more than in this moment, and goosebumps spread over her skin as she looks up at her sister and sees the intent to do just that in the darkness of her pupils. She surges forward, audibly choking as she presses her throat into her sister’s hand, then sticks her tongue out and licks a stripe over Vi’s mouth, ending with a peck to the little white scar on her top lip.

 

“Yeah,” Vi huffs out a laugh as she tightens her grip once more. Her voice dips even lower as her fingers find her soaked, needy entrance, and Powder keens as her sister immediately thrusts them inside, not bothering to be gentle or careful with her already-abused flesh. “Alright, then.”

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