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After five excruciatingly long days into her road trip with Vi, Powder thinks she might actually be losing her mind.
Her problem isn’t her sister’s music or her choice in restaurants; in fact, overall, the trip itself has actually been fairly enjoyable, with Vi having made sure to plot out little stops along the way that she knew Powder would enjoy. It is, admittedly, a sweet gesture, but Powder is well aware that her sister is doubtlessly just trying to make up for the fact that she is, yet again, dragging her back to their once-hometown to be squeezed into a family that Powder barely remembers, much less likes, in some sad attempt to maintain familial ties that have never quite felt like they ever fully reached her. Despite that, her issue primarily lies with her sister’s blatant and outright refusal to even stand too close to her now that they have begun their little trek halfway across the country– she had clammed up about an hour before they reached their Uncle Silco’s house, the thin, wiry man being one of the two uncles Powder actually likes, with her new mood announcing itself in the way she briskly brushed Powder’s hand away from her knee before muttering something under her breath about Powder staying on her side of the console for the rest of their trip. At first, she had been almost convinced that her sister was kidding, but the woman’s sudden stoniness persisted even as they got out of the car and walked up to their uncle’s front door, Vi taking an extra step to the side as they waited for him to answer her knocking.
Shaking her head, Powder blinks back frustrated tears as she stares down at the cheap, scratchy blanket that had been laid over her motel bed, her sister having reserved two queens instead of being kind enough to let the two of them share a bed after a night of sleeping on completely different floors; Vi hadn’t even let their uncle apologize for the lack of sleeping accommodations before volunteering herself to sleep on the couch in the living room, thus leaving Powder to spend half of the night staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep without the sound of her sister’s soft snores. She had thought, once her sister pulled the car into the half-packed motel, that they would be reunited for at least a few hours, but Vi had firmly pushed her towards her own bed, then glared at her when she took even a step towards the bed she claimed for herself.
Vi steps out of the bathroom, having firmly locked the door while showering despite Powder’s well-known preference for showering together, and she blows her hair out of her face as she glances over at her. “Did you put on something nice for when we get to Grandma’s house?”
Biting her lip, Powder nods– her coat is already zipped up to her chin, covering up her outfit except for the thick black tights Vi bought her specifically for this trip, and the old boots tied tightly to her feet. She rocks back on her heels. “Yep. I’m all packed up, too.”
“Good,” Vi yawns, scrubbing her hands over her face as she slumps her shoulders. “We should only have about three more hours left in the car, and then we’ll be done with any serious driving for a few days.”
Shrugging, Powder pulls at the ends of her bangs anxiously. “I don’t mind the driving part, I like spending time with you.” She pauses as Vi reaches out to gently grab her hand and pull it away from her hair, then swallows when the woman quickly steps back again, even though there is no one around to see them or witness their closeness. Powder frowns, then pouts, looking away from her sister as hurt blooms in her chest.
“Powder–” Vi starts, her tone already exasperated.
“No one’s even here,” Powder mumbles under her breath as she grabs her pale blue suitcase. “But fine, sure. Whatever.” Instead of facing her sister, she opens the door of their room, shivering as an ice-cold gust of wind blows against her face, then, nearly slipping on a small patch of ice, she walks over and stands by Vi’s car so she can stare bleakly at her own reflection while she waits for the woman to unlock the doors for her.
Vi doesn’t say anything; instead, she points her key at the car, tapping the button on the fob twice, then heads towards the main office to return their motel key, her head tucked down as she briskly walks through the bitingly cold winter air. Powder throws her suitcase in the back seat, then, huffing hard enough for little clouds to explode from between her lips, she turns and grabs her sister’s bag from the sidewalk and throws it in the car next to hers before she settles herself in the front seat, her leg bouncing. She crosses her arms over her chest and stares at her sister’s back, sighing in disappointment when she sees just how completely her muscles are hidden by the thick leather of her jacket.
She feels her pout intensify as she thinks of how unfair it is for Vi to be so effortlessly attractive while also being so capable of holding herself back so completely. It felt like it took Powder years to get her sister to finally give into the desire that had been featured so prominently behind the looks she would send Powder in the months leading up to her thirteenth birthday, and, in the end, Vi hadn’t even been the one to make the first move. Instead, the burden of getting the ball rolling had been left to Powder, who had been forced to wait for her sister to drunkenly stumble through the door only a few days after her birthday party, having come from a late night spent with friends, before she finally gave into the impulses buzzing under her skin. She had been careful to wait until Vi was nearly passed out, her body loose and relaxed as she slumped against the couch, then, once she was sure that her sister was too out of it to properly complain, Powder remembers rushing to perch herself in the older woman’s lap, her breathing quickly growing short and choppy as she ground her hips down against the firmness of her sister’s thighs.
Despite Vi’s original lack of overall involvement, that one evening had been enough to kickstart Vi’s eventual spiral into finally giving in and chasing her own desires; Powder squirms as she thinks of the all the time that she spent carefully chipping away at the walls of Vi’s restraint, and she fights back the pleased smile that wants to spread over her lips as she reminisces on what have quickly become fond memories. After months of sinking deeper and deeper into temptation, Vi can rarely hold back for longer than a couple of days at a time before she eventually snaps under the weight of her own impulses and wants, a process that Powder has slowly learned to speed up through her little methods of smearing her favorite thick, bubblegum-flavored gloss over her lips while her sister watches, all while she sticks her chest out, her flat chest accented by her low-cut shirts and the single pushup bra she managed to get her hands on with the help of one of her few friends at school. If she is being totally honest, she usually likes having to fight against that little bit of stubbornness that Vi still clings to, the woman relentlessly holding on to a sense of morality that has never made very much sense to Powder– she likes watching Vi’s will cave into her cravings, likes the brief expression of defeat that floats over her face right before she crushes their lips together while her thick, calloused fingers slip into Powder’s cheap, pastel-colored panties.
The problem is that the promise of their family’s proximity seems to be enough to strengthen her usual firm resolve into something that is more ironclad. Even as her sister ducks her head while throwing herself down into the driver’s seat, she barely even spares Powder a glance, visibly forcing herself to keep her eyes on the steering wheel as she buckles herself in. “Are you ready to get going?” Vi asks, her voice deliberately light and casual, even as she speaks through a tightly clenched jaw. Powder doesn’t answer; instead, she watches as Vi shivers for a moment, then rubs her hands together, blowing on her fingertips in an attempt to warm them before she turns the key in the ignition, starting the car. She immediately turns on the heat, then nods to herself.
Struggling listlessly, Powder settles back into her seat. “I guess so,” she snarks to herself.
“Come on.” Vi throws the car in reverse, continuing to shiver as the car struggles to warm up. “You like Grandma’s cooking, don’t you? She’s the one that taught Mom to cook.” Smiling, Vi settles back into her seat.
“Sure, I guess. It’s okay,” Powder mumbles, staring down at the very tips of the toes of her shoes as they pull out onto the highway. As soon as they merge, Vi slams her foot down on the gas.
“She said dinner would be ready around the time we pull up to the house. I think she was gonna make that sweet potato thing again,” her sister continues after a moment, clearly desperate to make any part of their trip seem even remotely appealing. “You liked that last time.”
“Uncle Vander knows how to make it, too,” she replies, a small smile growing over her lips as she thinks of the large, jovial man. “And he gets the edges crispier.”
“Well, he’ll be there,” Vi promises as she checks her mirrors. “And Uncle Silco should be right behind us, really. He said he would be getting in a couple hours after we’re supposed to, he just had to finish something up with work.”
Powder wrinkles her nose. “What does he even do?”
Pausing, Vi furrows her brows as she thinks. “You know, now that you ask… I don’t actually know.” She swallows, then exhales slowly, pursing her lips as she thinks. “Uncle Vander said something about him being involved in pharmaceuticals, I think.”
Leaning her head against the window, Powder shivers as the cool glass presses against her hot, sweaty forehead. “I wish we could have just gone and seen them instead of everyone else.”
With a loud gulp, Vi drums her fingers against the wheel in an off-beat, nervous rhythm. “It’s important, Pow,” Vi reminds her for what feels like the millionth time. “We already lost Mom and Dad, we have to do what we can to hold on to the family we have left.”
Loudly snorting, Powder rolls her eyes. “Why? They didn’t hold onto us.”
“They couldn’t, and you know that.” Her sister shakes her head, then clears her throat. “I know you don’t remember them very much, but Mom and Dad were broke, and everyone else is still stuck in that same boat that they were in.” She sighs tiredly and switches lanes to get around an ancient-looking station wagon going fifteen miles under the speed limit. “Grandma and Grandpa couldn’t afford to take care of us, and neither could any of the aunts or uncles or cousins.” Vi blindly reaches over to gently pat the top of Powder’s head. “But, hey, it all worked out, didn’t it? We stuck together, and I took you with me as soon as I aged out.”
Powder stares out of the window, unimpressed by her sister’s flimsy defense of a family that didn’t even try to keep them near. “So why do we have to go back there now?”
“Everyone else lives closer to Piltover, Pow,” Vi sniffs, her eyes scanning the road ahead of them as they start to pass more and more orange construction signs. “We’re the ones that moved away from the rest of the family, and no one has the money for airfare or some huge family road trip. It’s easier for us to come to them.”
“It’s not our fault that we got moved around so much.” Powder crosses her arms over her chest. “I mean, they’re the ones that let us get passed between any couple that bothered with us for longer than a few months or so.”
“They’re here now, Powder. They won’t be around forever, you know that better than most people.” Blinking rapidly, Vi slows down as they approach the construction area, merging into the center lane as she glances in the rearview mirror. “I don’t want you to miss any more family Christmases, if I can help it. Everyone wants to be there for us, so let’s just let them, okay? No one had to invite us, but they did anyway.”
Pressing her lips together, Powder goes back to staring listlessly out of the window. The world outside looks cold, the sky pale and gray while the snow-laden trees bend in the strongly-blowing wind. Silence takes over for the next hour or so until, wordlessly, Vi reaches over, cranking one of the cracked dials on the center console up to the maximum level; a wall of oppressively suffocating heat comes pouring through the vents, and Powder smiles to herself as sweat instantly starts to accrue on her skin. She peeks over at the clock, biting her bottom lip as she glances at the window one more time.
“Vi,” she whines, bouncing her leg nervously before she catches herself. “It’s too hot in here.”
Sparing her a brief, disbelieving glance, Vi scoffs as she shakes her head. “So take off your coat, then. I gotta keep the car warm.” She exhales slowly, shivering as she does it. “I have no idea how you could even be anything but cold in here, anyway, it’s still freezing.”
“I guess I just run hot or something,” Powder mutters as she starts unzipping her jacket while keeping a watchful eye on her sister’s face. Vi doesn’t bother looking over at her again, and while her sister’s choice to focus on driving is helpful for the next part of her plan, it is also frustrating to a nearly inhumane degree. She swallows back the hurt caused by her sister’s apparent disinterest, knowing that the woman will crack and break with the proper amount of pressure applied in just the right places.
To Powder’s discontent, Vi doesn’t even notice her, the woman too busy concentrating on the flow of traffic and the various dangers of the road to notice her halfway-risque outfit, but she swallows back the scream that gets caught in the middle of her throat in favor of pushing herself forward– she can’t let herself wimp out now, can’t allow herself to slip backwards after all of the work she has put in to get herself to this point in the first place. Biting her lip, Powder squares her shoulders, then finishes shrugging off her coat. She unbuckles herself just long enough to throw it in the back seat, then settles herself once more, allowing her legs to fall open ever-so-slightly as she works herself up to starting the next part of her plan.
Running her hands down her shirt, Powder gently tweaks her nipples through the fabric of her shirt and thin cotton bralette; her breath hitches, and she exhales sharply through her nose before she lets her head fall back against the headrest. She turns to look at her sister with half-lidded eyes, then smirks to herself– Vi has never really been able to resist the allure of a short skirt, and Powder made sure to pack the woman’s favorite one, a deep blue plaid strip of fabric that is simply too easy to push up around her tiny waist. Vi has pushed her into many hidden corners and against more than a couple of walls inside of single-occupancy bathrooms to shove her hands and her face under this very skirt, always driven wild by how it skims across the top of Powder’s thin thighs, and her breath catches in her throat when she thinks about all of the stains her sister has had to wash from its fabric.
Amused, she watches as her sister finally notices her from the corner of her eyes, then immediately begins trying and failing repeatedly to fight the urge to dart her eyes over to fully look at her. Vi’s hands tighten on the wheel, and she swallows thickly as she flexes her grip even further, her knuckles turning pale for only a second or two before she forces herself to relax. The tension between them only grows, and while Powder has never done a single drug in her life, she thinks she might finally know what it really feels like to be high.
Barely holding in her giddy laughter, Powder walks her fingers down her hip and thigh, ending right at the hem of her skirt. “So, is this outfit okay?”
Vi’s face is already flushed, and Powder’s smirk only grows as she watches a little bead of sweat start to form on the side of her neck. She watches as the woman opens her mouth, then snaps it shut to clear her throat, swallowing thickly before she rolls her neck. “Don’t you think that skirt’s a little short?”
“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Powder murmurs, nibbling her bottom lip as she lifts her hips and slowly drags the fabric even higher up her thighs. “See? It could be a lot shorter.”
“Powder.” Vi’s tone is sharp with warning, but Powder pays her no mind as she tucks her hair behind her ear and bites her lip.
“What?” She asks after a moment, rolling her eyes as she sniffs. “I’m wearing tights, aren’t I?” Her eyes stuck on the side of her sister’s face, Powder spreads her legs, her fingers tracing circles on top of her thighs, then reaches down to cup herself as she watches her sister’s brain short-circuit and glitch out. “Oops,” she giggles, grinding herself down against her hand. “I knew I was forgetting something.” She spreads open the slit in the crotch of her tights with her fingers, then slips them inside of herself, moaning softly as they glide easily through her wetness. Sliding down in her seat, she spreads her legs even further, inhaling sharply as she sets up a slow, steady rhythm.
Vi’s voice is tight and strained as she forces herself to stare straight ahead, and she is holding herself so tightly that her entire body seems to be thrumming with the tension trapped in her muscles. “Powder, stop it. Now.”
With a pout, she pauses. “Why?” She rolls her eyes, then starts up her rhythm again. “It’s not like you’re gonna touch me.”
Her sister’s eyes immediately narrow as she growls. “We have been over this, Powder.”
“No,” Powder corrects her, huffing to herself. “You just decided on your own and I didn’t get a say.”
“What the hell are you on? Do you really want to get caught?” Vi explodes, slamming her hand against the wheel in frustration. “Is that it? Do you want to get taken away? Do you want our family to see–”
Powder glares at her older sister, baring her teeth as snarls, “I don’t want to see them at all!”
“Well that’s too fucking bad,” Vi shoots back, her voice rough. “Fuck, Pow, I’m trying to give you a decent fucking childhood. I want you to have all the things I didn’t get to have, is that so horrible of me?” Slumping back into her seat, Vi uses her pointer and middle fingers to massage the skin of her temple as she continues driving. “I know that you don’t know them and I understand that makes everything all weird and awkward, but you aren’t going to get to know them if we don’t do shit like this.”
Turning away, Powder leans her forehead against the window, then sighs, tired of hearing the same argument when it means so little to her. ”I know.”
A few minutes pass in strained silence before Vi slowly exhales, reaching up to rub at the back of her neck. “Don’t you want to see what a big family Christmas is like?”
“No,” Powder mumbles, mortified by the tears that rush to her eyes. She curls up in her seat for a moment as she sniffles. “I want to stay home with you where we don’t have to pretend all the time. I want to wake up in your bed and watch Frosty while you eat me out.”
The noise Vi makes in response is choked off at best, and Powder looks over at her sister just in time to see the woman licking her lips, an action that is more likely instinctual than intentional.
Uncurling, she slips her hand back between her thighs, then starts fingering herself again, resting her cheek against the seat as she pouts at her sister. Her free hand drifts up to grasp at her chest while she fucks herself, and when she opens her mouth to speak again, a soft moan slips out instead.
Panting, Powder giggles to herself as she watches Vi squirm in her seat. “I guess I thought that you might miss it,” she murmurs, slipping another finger inside of herself while Vi continues barreling down the road. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Another bead of sweat slips down the side of Vi’s face, and she takes a deep breath before she responds. “I’ve missed you, too,” she admits softly, glancing back over at Powder, her eyes getting wider as she notices how she has gone back to touching herself.
“You haven’t been acting like it,” Powder whines, hurt creeping into her tone even as her pussy gets so wet that it audibly squelches with every thrust she makes. “And here I was thinking you didn’t like me anymore.”
Vi’s knuckles turn bright white from how tightly she is gripping the wheel, and she grinds her teeth together, her lids fluttering as she inhales sharply. “Behave,” she hisses, her jaw clenched.
“I’m not trying to be bad,” Powder whispers as she thrusts into herself, spreading her legs even further as she does it while she arches her back. “It just feels so good.”
“Pow–”
Powder takes her fingers out from between her legs and tastes herself, then moans as she soaks her digits in spit before slipping them back inside of her desperately dripping, insatiably hungry entrance. “I thought you said that I was your favorite taste,” she pouts, and Vi literally squirms in her seat, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“You are.” Vi’s response is short and gruff, but Powder knows exactly what that means– she moans, her voice breaking as she humps down against her hand, then smirks when she hears her sister’s breathing get shallow and choppy. Blinking slowly, she runs her eyes over Vi’s red, sweaty face, her heart skipping a beat when she sees how her sister’s nostrils flare as she tries to keep herself calm; the woman’s eyes are wide and unblinking as she takes their exit at the very last minute, nearly missing it in her distraction, and she slams on the brakes as she quickly brings the car to a screeching halt at the yellow light ahead of them. Her head snaps to the side as she stares at Powder, her expression caught somewhere between shock and awe and scandalized disbelief, but that only makes Powder want to push herself further.
Keeping her eyes locked on her sister’s, Powder opens her mouth, lifting her fingers back to her lips as she takes another taste. As soon as they are clean, she unbuckles her seatbelt and leans over the center console to stick her tongue straight into Vi’s mouth, the woman immediately moaning as she starts to suckle on it. They part messily, a thick string of spit connecting their swollen lips as the light in front of them turns green, and Powder watches as her sister’s pupils only get bigger, her chest heaving as she chokes down deep, desperate breaths.
Vi swallows thickly as she forces herself to turn her gaze back towards the road, her hand drifting over to lightly rest itself on Powder’s thigh. She squeezes the flesh beneath her palm, then shudders, sitting up straighter in her seat as she tries to collect herself. “Powder,” she gasps.
With a quiet moan, Powder spreads her legs even wider as she starts fucking herself faster, little droplets of wetness landing on the seat below her and the dashboard in front of her. There aren’t many cars out on the road at all, their hometown being the sort of place that people usually try to escape from during the holidays, and that only emboldens her to let her head fall back, a ragged moan escaping her mouth as she shoves her other hand up her shirt to roughly grasp at her own chest. The road around them gets more narrow and abandoned as they start to head out of the main, mostly empty part of town towards the corner that is all-but abandoned, the houses surrounded by the forest and existing primarily on dirt-based offshoots of the winding two-lane road that twists and turns between gnarled trees and tiny creeks.
Her hand sliding further up Powder’s thigh, Vi chokes on her own spit as she slows the car down, her eyes practically ping-ponging between Powder’s body and the road. “Pow, let me–” she slows the car as they approach another stoplight.
Yanking her hand out from underneath her shirt, Powder grabs Vi’s wrist while she continues fucking herself, smiling when they come to a full stop at a completely green light. It turns yellow as Vi stares at her, completely transfixed with her expression so hungry that it makes Powder feel like she is nothing more than a meal for her sister to consume.
The thought only makes her wetter.
The light turns red, and Powder slowly pulls her hand away from her crotch and spreads her middle and index fingers until her wetness is strung between them. She nibbles at her lower lip, then lets her head roll to the side as she holds them up to Vi’s face. “Is this what you want?”
Vi swallows back the drool that Powder knows from experience is accruing in her mouth as she shakes Powder’s grip off of her wrist, then grabs her hand; she wraps her lips around Powder’s fingers as she stares at her with eyes full of desire and so much raw heat that the car itself feels like it is moments away from melting. She moans as she sucks and licks Powder’s arousal from her skin, her eyes falling shut as she loses herself for a moment. Smirking, Powder glances around, staring at the quiet, sleepy town that is already half-dead around them, then bites her lip. They aren’t very far from their grandparents’ house now, maybe ten or fifteen minutes at the very most, so, pouting, she pulls her hand out of Vi’s grasp, then sticks it right back between her legs as she uses her sister’s spit to lubricate her frenzied thrusting.
Her sister looks at her with wide eyes and a dropped jaw; Powder shrugs, then pants, “Gotta hurry.” She nods at the stoplight, then the street. “We don’t have much time until we get there, and I’d hate for you to miss out.” She bites her lip, then groans as she curls her fingers up inside of herself.
Blinking rapidly, Vi shoots her hand out and grabs Powder’s wrist, dragging her hand back to her mouth as she sucks her fingers even more ravenously than before. A line of spit travels down between them, and Vi follows it with her tongue without a second thought before shoving both digits back into her mouth as she whines low in the back of her throat.
Her stomach flipping and sinking in a way that sends echoing sensations deep into her core, Powder feels her eyes go wide as she blatantly stares while watching her sister get sloppier with every move she makes. Her arousal mounts as her breathing gets short, and she braces herself for disappointment as the light turns green, fully expecting the woman to drop her hand to go back to driving.
That doesn’t happen. Instead, Vi tightens her hold as she continues to suck and lick while she carelessly steers the car across two empty traffic lanes. They pull into what appears to have once been some sort of discount store, though the windows and doors are now all boarded up, the once-vibrant signage turned faded and dirty-looking with time. The parking lot next to it has fallen into a similar state of disrepair, the concrete cracked with half-dead weeds straining to escape between the worst of the breaks in the surface of the asphalt. She steers the car towards the very back corner of the lot, then roughly pulls the keys out of the ignition without saying a single word, only letting Powder’s fingers fall from her mouth so she can lean over and reach down between her legs and under her seat; Powder frowns, then yelps as her seat suddenly flies backwards.
In the blink of an eye, her sister throws herself out of the car, half-scooting over the hood as she circles around to Powder’s side, then wrenches the door open to fold herself into the footwell. She settles herself between Powder’s legs, lifting them over her shoulders, then slams the door shut, granting them peace and quiet and a barrier from the icy blasts of air blowing in from the outside. Exhaling heavily in relieved contentment, Vi leans forward, running her nose along the seam of Powder’s soaking wet pussy.
“Vi!” Powder whisper-shouts, her head swiveling around as she searches for any potential voyeurs in arousal-tinged panic, all while ignoring that she had been the one to start all of this in the first place. “Someone could see!” Her heart races as her pussy begins to practically leak with arousal, and she reaches down, using both hands to hold the hole in the crotch of her stockings open, even as panic continues to thrum through her.
Shooting her an amused glance, Vi presses a kiss to the inside of Powder’s fabric-covered thigh, her cheek brushing against Powder’s wet lips. “So keep an eye out, then,” she grunts, as she turns her face into her sister’s crotch, sticking her tongue out as she directly attacks her erect, needy clit. Vi’s hands grab Powder’s thighs with a bruisingly-tight grip that only makes her moan as she shifts herself down further in her seat, needing to be closer to her sister’s mouth. Her eyes dart continuously between the woman’s flushed face and the outside world, excitement and anxiety warring with each other as she keeps a careful lookout for any unsuspecting passerby that might get curious enough to peek at the windows of their car. Vi doesn’t seem to feel any of that same fear or hesitance– she moans as she sucks and licks, the sounds of wet suction echoing around the cab of the car as she closes her eyes, then releases Powder’s clit to rub the tip of her crooked nose up and down the cleft of Powder’s puffy pink pussy once more. She lets go of Powder’s thin thighs to reach between them, using her thick fingers to spread her lips open further so she can lick directly into her entrance, her tongue twitching as she strains to get herself as deep as she can. The noises get louder, her sister happy to use her tongue to slurp up every bit of Powder’s arousal with wet, slick motions as she raggedly groans; every little whimper that Powder makes only seems to encourage her to try harder for more, which only makes her tongue move quicker and with even more insistence. She pulls away for just a moment, her eyes hooded as she looks up with a gaze so full of heated devotion that Powder almost worries that she might dissolve into a puddle of aroused, lovestruck goo.
“You taste so fucking perfect, baby,” Vi purrs, her eyes dark and hazy. “You have no idea how bad I needed this.”
“Me, too,” Powder pants, one hand releasing her tights as her hand tangles itself in her sister’s sweaty hair. “It doesn’t feel even half as good when I have to do it without you.”
Shuddering, Vi shoots forward, shoving her face right back into Powder’s abundant sloppy wetness while she slides two fingers into her desperate entrance, then starts a direct, targeted attack on her spongy g-spot; her sister uses her free hand to help hold the tights out of her mouth’s way, and the pleasure that Vi draws out of her makes her walls ache for more. She clenches around her sister’s fingers, reveling in the sensation of being so full after going without Vi’s touch for far too long, and Powder feels herself starting to shake as her orgasm begins to properly build deep in her core.
“Vi,” she gasps, her voice high-pitched and raspy. “Vi, please, keep doing that, right–” she swallows, inhaling sharply through her nose before she chokes. “Just like that,” she begs, her voice tight as she clenches her jaw and tightens the hold she has on her sister’s hair. Her body tenses as her toes curl and her walls tighten around Vi’s thick fingers. Vi continues rubbing her g-spot, managing to scratch an itch that only she only ever seems to be able to reach properly, and that is all it takes for Powder’s orgasm to finally crash into her. She wheezes, all of the air leaving her body as she convulses in her sister’s passenger seat and nearly sprays the woman’s face with her release. She can’t think, can’t even really breathe as pleasure courses through her; Vi never once pauses her assault, always hungry for more even as she nearly drowns in Powder’s endless arousal. After a minute or two, she pushes Vi away, the tantalizingly non-stop stimulation turning painful, and she feels her eyes grow even wider as she stares down at her sister’s face in awe.
The woman’s skin is shiny with her release, her mouth and jaw practically dripping with it, and Powder whimpers, a pang of voracious, lustful hunger cutting through her post-orgasmic exhaustion. “Oh, fuck,” she whispers, biting her lip when she sees the way Vi laughs and licks her lips. “Come here,” she beckons softly, squeaking as Vi immediately obeys, not bothering to remove Powder’s legs from her shoulders as she slides up her body. Powder moans as she is bent in half, then grabs her sister’s face, holding her in place as she uses her tongue to clean it. She pauses after every third or fourth pass, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss so that she can feed her flavor back to Vi.
“Shit,” Vi whispers, her face hot under Powder’s tongue. “That’s my girl, don’t waste a fucking drop of it.” She slides her hands up and down the backs of Powder’s thighs, her fingers tightly gripping her flesh like she is just barely holding herself back from going back for another taste direct from the source, and the sensation of being wanted to the point of near-starvation takes her breath away. She gives what’s left of the oxygen in her lungs to her sister as she slams their mouths together once more, then writhes in the seat as she does her best to rub her aching pussy against the front of Vi’s jacket.
Gasping, Powder stops herself, parting their mouths to glance down at the string of wetness still strung between the fabric and her desperate, hungry entrance. “Sorry,” she gasps, her eyes tearing up. “I forgot, I’m sorry–”
Her sister shushes her, kissing her cheek before she leans back, gathering as much of the translucent stickiness as she can from her jacket on her fingers; she sticks them directly into her mouth, sucking them clean, then uses the spit clinging to them to rub at the spot again. “There,” she mutters, running her fingertip along the cleft of Powder’s pussy to collect a bit more of her wetness. She shoves it back into her mouth, then raises her brow before releasing it with a loud, wet pop. “All clean.”
Every bit of air that she had managed to claim for herself leaves Powder’s chest all over again as she stares at her sister with incredulousness etched onto her features. Her cheeks are hotter than they have ever been, and she can’t think of a single other thing that she wants to do other than to beg her sister to throw her in the back seat and finish making a complete mess of the both of them. She swallows, then pouts. “Do we really have to go to Grandma’s?”
Vi huffs out a tired chuckle. “Yeah,” she huffs, patting the side of Powder’s thigh. “We really do.” Pausing, Vi sniffs, then kisses the inside of her knee; Powder pouts, wishing she could feel the sensation of her sister’s lips through the fabric of her tights. “It’s only a couple of days, okay? We’ll find a way to sneak off or something.”
Powder pouts, reaching down to cup her sister’s cheek. “I miss you already.”
“Yeah,” Vi gulps, sinking further into the footwell, her eyes dropping to Powder’s crotch. “We made a mess, huh?”
“I’ll just wear my jacket until I can get changed,” Powder murmurs, tearing at the skin of her lips with her teeth as she glances down at her lap. She wrinkles her nose, squirming uncomfortably. “Do you have any napkins left in the glovebox?”
Vi nods, then reaches for the door, wincing as she prepares herself to go back into the wintery world outside of the hot, humid environment they have managed to create. “Yeah. Brace yourself, cold air.”
Flinching, Powder turns her face away from the cool breeze that washes over her as soon as the door opens, but Vi is quick to spring out of the footwell, though she stumbles as she half-falls into the parking lot, her knees doubtlessly a little stiff. Vi closes the door, then pats the window before she hurries around the front of the car once more, her entire body rigid as she tries to move as fast as she can.
The driver’s side door swings open as Vi lets herself back in, the woman’s teeth chattering as she violently shivers. “Shit,” she mumbles as she rubs her hands together. “I think the temperature’s dropping.”
“Figures,” Powder mutters as she leans forward to grab a few napkins from the glovebox before she leans back and buckles her seatbelt. Wiping herself, she huffs out an irritated sigh through her nose, then tucks the damp napkins into the plastic shopping bag her sister keeps behind the driver’s seat. “I hate this place.”
“I know,” Vi responds patiently as she starts the car back up, the engine taking a moment to rumble to life. They pull out of the parking lot and back onto the main road, their car once more the only one that seems to be out and about. She reaches over the center console and lets her hand rest on Powder’s thigh as turns the car and drives them through the outskirts of town, most of the businesses that had once lined the street now completely closed or barely able to stay afloat. The closer they get to their destination, the rougher the roads seem to become, and Vi winces as the front tire hits another pothole, then groans quietly to herself as she pats the wheel. “I’ll have Uncle Vander look at it when we get out,” Vi whispers under her breath, as if reminding herself of the possibility. By the time they pull up to their grandmother’s home, the house itself looking like it has not seen a fresh coat of paint in well over two decades, Vi’s form is tight with tension as she grinds her teeth together.
“Were the roads always that bad?” Powder asks with a small frown. She cranes her neck as she looks back over her shoulder, biting her lip.
“No,” Vi growls, letting her head fall forward against the wheel as she rubs her sweaty palms up and down her denim-clad thighs. Her knee bounces for a second before she forces it to stop, and she exhales slowly, her eyes moving rapidly behind her closed lids. “They really weren’t.”
Humming, Powder leans over, placing her hand in the center of Vi’s back before she carefully rubs small circles between her shoulderblades. “It’s okay,” she whispers, unbuckling her seatbelt so she can reach better.
Vi puffs out her cheeks for a moment, then releases the breath she had been holding, turning to look at her with a warm, gentle gaze and a small, loving smile. “Yeah,” She utters quietly, straightening her back. She leans over and cups Powder’s cheek, then kisses her forehead. “Come on, we’ve got this. It’s just a couple of days, and then we’ll be done.” Her smile turns strained as she tries to be more convincing, “Besides, you like them!”
Powder scrunches her nose up. “I like Uncle Vander.”
“He’s already in there,” Vi says, nodding towards the man’s large black truck in front of them with the huge dog rescue bumper sticker still clinging to the rear window. She leans back in her seat, pushing her hair out of her face as she stares up at the front door of the house, the surface rough and worn and covered in chipped blue paint. “And Uncle Silco should be coming in right behind us.”
“How long until he gets here?” Powder asks as she peers up at the house; there are shadows moving back and forth behind the curtains hung up in the front window, and while she knows that they all must belong to the various members of her family that she can only sort-of name, her mind immediately comes up with horrible images of the viscerally disfigured monsters that must be lurking behind her grandmother’s pale blue curtains.
“I don’t know,” Vi replies, quickly checking her phone before she slides it into her pocket. “We can ask when we get inside.” She runs her eyes over Powder’s face, then pats her cheek one more time. “We’ll be back home by New Year’s, okay? We’ll do whatever you want to do for that.”
Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Powder tilts her head. “You promise?”
Vi wordlessly extends her pinky finger, rolling her eyes with a fond smile as Powder immediately wraps her own around it.
With a huff, Powder nods, then reaches in the back seat to grab her jacket. “Fine,” she mutters. “Let’s just get this over with, I guess.”
“There you go, Pow,” Vi snarks, sarcasm weighing heavily in her tone. “That’s the attitude to go into this with.”
They get their bags from the back seat, then drag them up the cracked concrete of the driveway and the sunken wooden steps leading up to the faded, splintered boards forming the front porch. Powder shivers as the wind picks up and Vi wraps her arm around her narrow shoulders, pulling her into her side as she reaches up to knock on the door.
It swings open almost immediately, the hulkingly jolly form of their uncle nearly blocking out the warm glow coming from the inside of the house. “Girls!” He cheers loudly, his grin widening as his eyes glitter.
“Hey Uncle Vander,” Vi murmurs tiredly, waving awkwardly. “We made it.” She swallows, then glances over her shoulder. “What’s up with the road back there?”
The man frowns, then shakes his head, stepping forward to grab their suitcases; he pulls them inside, closing the door after she and Powder step into the house. Patting Powder’s cheek, he sucks his teeth before he grabs Vi’s shoulder for a moment. “I should have told you to come the other way– it’s longer, but the conditions are much better.” He pulls both of them into a hug, and Powder smiles, rubbing her cheek against the softness of his flannel shirt; the man smells like whiskey and cigar smoke, and he is warmer than the heater in the car could ever hope to be. Letting go of the two of them, he turns and grabs their bags once more. “A lot more of the family showed up this year, so you two are going to have to share a room,” he says apologetically as he leads them up the narrow stairs to one of their grandmother’s cluttered guest rooms. The one they are led to seems to be primarily used as a craft area, but Vander just edges around the sewing table taking up most of the space to put their bags at the foot of the queen-sized bed tucked into the corner. “Sorry,” he winces. “Are you two going to be alright sharing a bed?”
“We’ll be fine,” Powder blurts, blushing when she hears how eager her own tone is. She stares at the floral duvet, her mind conjuring up a thousand unbidden images of her sister pressing her facedown into their grandmother’s flat, stained pillows while she fingers her as fast as her arms will let her, and she nearly chokes on her own spit as she tries to swallow it all back.
“It won’t be the first time we’ve had to share a bed,” Vi adds, squeezing her shoulder as a warning, as if she can somehow sense the direction that Powder’s thoughts have taken. She looks up at her sister, watching as Vi flashes the older man an awkwardly strained grin. “It’s nothing we aren’t used to.”
Vander’s eyes soften as his smile turns sad for just a moment before he blinks rapidly, then awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he lets his eyes fall away from the two of them. “Let me go take a peek at that car of yours,” he offers after a moment, nearly beelining to the door in his clear desperation to escape the tense atmosphere that they have managed to foster within mere minutes. “I’ll make sure those damn potholes didn’t mess your suspension up too bad.”
“Thanks,” Vi replies, her shoulders slumping in relief as he carefully walks by the two of them. He pats the top of Powder’s head as he passes, and she smiles at the warmth that seeps from his very pores.
With a small wave, he closes the door behind himself, and Powder immediately turns to look back at her sister; she bites her bottom lip as she watches Vi stretch her arms over her head. Vi glances down, rolling her eyes before she leans over to place a single peck to Powder’s lips. “Behave,” she whispers with a conspiratorial wink.
“And what do I get if I do?” Powder bats her lashes, her grin widening when Vi’s eyes start to twinkle with begrudging amusement. Grabbing her face, Vi kisses her harder this time, then pushes her away, caressing her cheek as she does it.
“Be good, and you might just find out.” Vi straightens up, rubbing the back of her neck as she glances back towards the door. The sounds are muffled, but with the house as full as it is, it would be impossible to properly block out all of the noise echoing from the crowd already gathered below them. A wave of laughter drifts up the stairs, and Vi smiles wistfully before she glances back at Powder, lifting one shoulder as she sniffs for a moment, then crosses the room to lift their bags onto the end of the bed. “Come on, we have to at least go and say hi to everyone.”
Powder groans, but doesn’t say anything, knowing that her sister’s will is stronger than any argument she could present. She stares at her sister’s back, imagining all the marks she could make with her nails, then bites her lip and pinches the inside of her arm.
“You need to get changed.” Vi hums to herself as she digs through Powder’s suitcase in search of a more family-friendly outfit choice; she pulls out a longer skirt, then hands it to Powder wordlessly.
Holding the fabric loosely in her hands, Powder sways from side to side, biting her lip hesitantly. “I don’t have any other tights to put on.”
“Good,” Vi rasps, licking her lips as she closes the suitcase back up and puts both bags back down on the floor. “Those ones are my new favorites, anyway.” She turns around, folding her arms over her chest as she watches Powder unzip her coat and pull off her skirt.
Feeling like she should be putting on a show of some kind, Powder bites her lip, then turns around and bends over, reaching around to pull open the hole in the crotch of her tights. “Yeah? Why is that?”
Vi groans, then shakes her head, closing her eyes for a second as she sits on the edge of the bed, and while she knows she shouldn’t, all Powder wants is to sit on the woman’s lap so that she can kiss away all of the personal restraint that is causing her sister to feel so much tension in her shoulders. “Put on the skirt, Powder.”
Humming, she does as she is told, then stands straight as she smooths the fabric down over her hips. “Is this better?”
“No, not really,” Vi answers honestly, her eyes sharp with barely-restrained desire. “But it’s a little more family-appropriate, so I’ll take what I can get.” She stands, stretching for a moment, then grabs Powder’s hand as she drags her out of their little sanctuary and back down the stairs, never once letting go of her as they walk around and speak to more relatives than Powder ever even knew existed. Their grandmother pinches their cheeks with weak, frail hands, then smiles widely as she invites them into the kitchen, where even more family members have somehow managed to squeeze themselves into the tiniest of corners to make space. Powder wrinkles her nose at the smells clinging to every corner of the house, surprised when she glances up at Vi’s face and sees how Vi seems to be reveling in the mix of scents, some sweet, some savory, and some tinged with the ever-present odor of cigarette smoke.
Vander comes back in from the outside, bringing a cool rush of wintery air in with him. He grins as he takes off his jacket, joining everyone else in the kitchen and smiling as everyone shifts to make room for him to continue his cooking; he grabs one of the many casserole dishes from the highest shelf in the cabinet, then turns to start chopping sweet potatoes. “Is there any more butter?” He asks, pausing for a moment as he looks around the countertops.
Shaking her head, a woman that could be an aunt or a cousin or a complete stranger, as far as Powder is concerned, steps forward, her hands on her hips. “I thought there was more, but we must have used it. I’ll go and get a few more sticks.”
“No,” Vi blurts, dropping Powder’s hand as she steps forward. She shrugs and laughs awkwardly as everyone in the kitchen turns to stare at her, then reaches back and grabs Powder’s hand once more. “Pow and I are parked at the end of the driveway, so we can just go, it’s easier for everyone else that way.” Smiling at their uncle, she tilts her head. “Are we just picking up butter? You don’t need anything else?”
Vander frowns, shaking his head as he wipes his hands on his thighs. “No, it’s alright, you just got here, I can call Silco–”
“Like he isn’t gonna be tired already?” Powder pipes up, trying to keep herself from sounding too excited about more private alone time with her sister. “It’s a long drive, he’s gonna want to settle in,” she adds, grinning to herself when she feels Vi squeeze her fingers in approval.
Offering the both of them a pleased, thankful smile, their grandmother waddles over and presses a small wad of soft, heavily-creased bills into Powder’s palm. “You go ahead and keep whatever is left over,” the woman offers while she pats Powder’s round cheek with her wrinkled hand as she glances up at Vi. “You two are such good girls.”
Powder swallows back the wave of bitterness that coats her tongue, choosing instead to lean against Vi’s side. Her sister clears her throat, then gently pulls Powder behind her as she starts edging towards the front door. “We’ll try to be quick,” she promises, waving off the older relatives that mumble in concern.
“Take your time,” their uncle warns them, his brows knitted. “The roads get icy fast, and the temperature is dropping. We might be having a front coming in.”
“Oh, there’s one coming in alright!” One of their aunts calls from the living room. “The weatherman just said there’s a new storm blowing in out of nowhere. They’re saying everyone’s doing a mad dash to get the last minute emergency supplies from the stores, so don’t be surprised if you hit traffic!”
Unable to contain their glee, the two of them turn and rush out of the house together, Vi’s hand growing sweaty in Powder’s as she leads her back to their car; she blasts the heat as soon as the two of them get inside, then pulls out of the driveway just in time for their Uncle Silco to pull into their vacated spot. They wave at him, Powder’s grin widening as he wiggles his thin fingers in return, then the two of them drive off in the opposite direction from which they came, Vi sighing in grateful relief when she sees how much smoother the road is. Still, she drives even slower than she usually would as they go back into town the long way, her hand quickly shoving itself back between Powder’s thighs.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Vi murmurs, and Powder eagerly obeys, making plenty of space for her sister as the woman slips two of her fingers right back inside of her entrance. So far, there aren’t any cars around them on the road, but that hardly matters to either of them. “Looks like we’re gonna hit traffic after all,” Vi murmurs as she stares at the mostly-empty world around them. Powder’s hands fly down to grab her sister’s wrist as the woman starts fucking in and out of her while she keeps a careful eye on the road.
“That’s too bad,” Powder pants in response; she whines and rolls her hips, then giggles. “Look at that, it’s bumper to bumper, too.” Exhaling sharply through her nose, Vi slips a third finger inside of her, her breathing getting heavy as wet noises echo from between Powder’s legs, the evidence of her previous orgasm still leaking from Powder’s entrance and dampening the seat below her.
Vi groans, then curls her fingers inside of Powder, her breath catching in her throat when she feels the way her abundant wetness gushes out of her. “I hope Uncle Vander doesn’t need that butter any time soon.”