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There was a bottle of whisky squeezed in between a couple of books on one of the shelves in their living room. Half-full, dusty, with the label peeling on one side. It had stood there for as long as Vi could remember, with the level of its amber contents dropping a finger every other month. Vander hadn’t often drunk and when he did, never drank much.
She looked at that bottle every morning when she left the apartment and every evening when she returned, wondering if maybe this was the day she’d grab it and see if she could find something new at its bottom. So far, she had shaken the impulse off and gone on with her day.
So far.
The bottle was there when she returned to the apartment in the early hours of the morning, eyes stinging with exhaustion and exposure to smoke, limbs aching with fatigue. She locked the door behind her and considered the bottle, but before she could come to a decision, the scent of pancakes and the sound of off-key humming caught her attention.
A fond warmth spread through her and washed aside the weariness, physical and mental. Powder was standing by the stove, with a clunky pair of headphones that were more tape than plastic and leather at this point, and her butt wiggled from side to side as she watched the batter frying.
She flipped the three pancakes in the cast iron skillet and spun around, grinning. The expression broadened when she caught sight of Vi.
“Hey! Morning!” She charged at Vi with her greasy spatula still brandished, and Vi only just had time to set her bag aside and settle her feet before her little sister jumped at her.
So this was one of those mornings, Vi thought to herself, as Powder squeezed both arms and legs around her middle, burying her face against her neck and accidentally smearing grease off the spatula onto her shirt. She wasn’t heavy, exactly, but she’d almost caught up with VI in height.
“Morning, Pow Pow,” Vi said, squeezing back. “Did you get your homework done last night?”
Powder made a vague grumbling sound. Vi flicked her temple.
“Hey!” Powder complained. “Yes, yes. I did it. Did the stupid math and English for Monday, too. I’ll work all weekend, so-”
Vi frowned. “I thought it was just supposed to be Saturdays.”
Powder untangled them, spun, and rescued the pancakes just before they’d start to burn, then ladeled the last of the batter into the pan. “A girl called in sick, the boss asked if I could do Sunday, and I know how tight money is so-”
“Powder…” Vi walked up to her, carefully resting her hand on her slight shoulder. “We talked about this. One shift a week. I know you feel like you can deal with it right now, but when you hit a rough patch you’ll need your rest.”
Powder’s shoulders tensed. She spun around, brushing Vi’s hand off, and rolled her eyes. “And what about if you hit a rough patch, sister dearest? What then?”
Vi took a deep breath and forced the flash of anger down. Once she’d thought she’d get better at it, that it’d get easier. If anything, it felt like it kept getting harder every single day, every single time. She’d broken down under the weight of that anger, once, and it had almost cost her everything. She’d sworn she never would again.
“We’re okay. We’ve got a little bit of money set aside. I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m fine.”
Powder’s gaze got very intense for a moment. Like she could see straight into Vi’s soul or some shit like that. Hopefully not, because it probably wouldn’t be a pretty sight.
“You say that. Dad said that, too, and then he dropped dead. So I’m sorry if I don’t buy that load of bullshit.”
She turned her back on Vi and flipped the pancakes. Vi grabbed her by the shoulder, spun her around, and instantly regretted it. The flash of fear was only there for a moment. A fraction of a second that locked into an eternity.
Fuck.
“Powder,” she said, voice soft. She stroked a finger along the girl’s shoulder and felt her shiver. “I’m not going to leave you.”
Powder looked away. “I didn’t think dad would, either.”
Vi stepped in closer and squeezed her tight to her chest, her entire body writhing internally with dread until Powder finally relaxed.
“We’ve got the plan. Remember the plan?”
“Yes. You dumbass. I remember the plan.”
“We’re going to follow it. It’s going to suck for a few more years. You’ll graduate this summer and in the autumn, you’ll go to a nice college and before you know it you’ll be making money doing some engineering shit I’m way too stupid to get, and it’ll be my turn to mooch off you.”
Powder snorted. “You never would. You’re too stubborn.”
That was probably true. “Only one shift next week, okay? And you’ll take it easy after school for at least Monday and Tuesday to rest up.”
“Fine,” Powder muttered, but she sounded happy.
Vi let her go and ruffled up the girl’s hair the way she claimed to hate, but that Vi knew she secretly loved. “And if you want me to live a long healthy life maybe we should skip the pancakes next time. What’re you frying them in - lard?”
“Bacon grease.”
Vi grinned. “I don’t know if that’s any better.”
***
After breakfast, Powder went to school and Vi showered, and then went straight to bed. She twisted around beneath the sheets for a while, as she always did, but eventually the exhaustion from the night’s work took her under. She woke up as the sun began to withdraw for the evening and crawled out from the comfortable warmth of her bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before padding out towards the kitchen on bare feet.
She’d just gotten outside and locked eyes on the pot of coffee when the door to the bathroom opened. Steam poured out and Powder followed. She’d wrapped a towel around her long blue hair… and that was also all she had on.
Vi froze. Powder froze. For all she knew, the entire world froze for that moment, brought to a screeching halt.
Powder was still all long, slender limbs, but some of the almost feral skinniness had begun to soften into gentle curves at her hips and thighs. Her breasts were small, perky little things, her nipples a vivid bubblegum pink. Vi swallowed on a dry mouth. She should’ve looked away, but she didn’t. She kept going, descending along the plain of a flat belly that was just beginning to show the hints of muscle from God knew where, across her hip where she’d gotten a scattering of powder blue bubbles tattooed the day she’d turned eighteen.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, but Vi couldn’t move, couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop. Droplets of water still clung to Powder’s thighs and the dark blue neatly trimmed curls between them were still damp, just above the suggestion of pink-
Vi squeezed her eyes shut. “Sorry! I didn’t know you’d be naked. Hell, Powder.”
“Sorry,” Powder squealed. “I didn’t think you were awake yet.”
“Well, I am.” Vi opened her eyes and fought to keep her eyes above Powder’s shoulders. “Why are you naked?”
“There was just the one towel. Someone forgot to do the laundry.”
Powder unwound the towel from her hand and held it in front of her body. It only covered one breast, but Vi supposed it was the thought that counted.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “I forgot. I’ll do it tomorrow after work.”
Powder grinned and walked closer. Vi shifted her stance as if her sister was an opponent in the boxing ring, felt supremely stupid about it for a moment, and then vindicated the next, when Powder lunged for her with a shriek of laughter. Vi dodged out of the way of the smaller girl’s hip check, repositioned her leg to dodge her trip, and took a step back to make space to take advantage of her superior reach.
“That’s cheating!” Powder said. “You big cheater.”
She shifted her stance, too, just the way Vi and Vander had shown her. Knees bent. For a moment Vi expected her to lunge, but she didn’t. She gave her towel a spin and whipped it at Vi’s leg. The first hit smarted and Vi pulled back, dodging the second, and then for the third move into the swing, caught the towel, and yanked.
Powder toppled forward with a cry of dismay, and Vi caught her, wrapping her arms around her in a hold that quickly turned into a hug as they both burst out laughing.
“Almost… almost got ya,” Powder wheezed. “Next time.”
“Maybe next time,” Vi said, squeezing her sister so hard it probably hurt just a little.
Things were good. Things were steady. Powder hadn’t had an episode in months. Things were actually working out. Vi caught Powder’s wrist, spun her around, and gave her a gentle shove to send her on her way to her room.
“Go get dressed,” she said., and then, in a moment of madness, she gave the girl’s bare ass a smack.
They both froze. Powder had half turned and her eyes were wide. A flush was rapidly spreading up along her chest, her neck, her cheeks. Oh fuck. What had she just done… and more importantly, why had she done it?
“Sorry. Just… getting even for the towel,” Vi stammered.
Powder shivered. “Oh. Yeah. Serves me right, sis. I’ll go - uh - get dressed.”
She hurried away and as hard as she tried, Vi couldn’t tear her eyes from the splotchy red mark where she’d struck and marred Powder’s pale skin.
Fuck. Fucking fuck.
She closed her eyes and stood there, breathing slowly, as the door closed. She’d just add this to the list of things that had happened that they wouldn’t ever speak of. Like that time she’d walked in on Powder watching porn on their shared laptop, or when Powder had wanted to surprise Vi after two of her afternoon classes had been canceled and had walked in on Caitlyn sitting on her face.
It was just a weird blip. Nothing more.
“Just a blip,” Vi said aloud. “Just a stupid, weird fucking blip. Get a grip.”
She walked to the coffee pot and poured a cup for herself, then after a moment’s consideration, one for Powder, too. She took both to the battered old sofa and dug out an old DVD from their collection, starting it up.
Powder arrived a few minutes into the movie in a pair of sweatpants and hoodie. She seemed to be perfectly at ease, like nothing had happened, and leaned against Vi’s shoulder. Maybe this was just something they’d forget, then. That was good.
“When are you going to work tonight?” Powder asked.
It was still afternoon, but Vi checked her phone reflexively anyway. “Ten. You?”
“Nine,” Powder said. “Wanna get some pizza for dinner?”
“I probably shouldn’t, but yeah. Go order us some.”
Powder hesitated a moment. “Sorry about… before. I’m a little bit extra, you know, extra right now.”
“No problem,” Vi said. “Sorry about-”
“Spanking me?” Jinx grinned as she said it and Vi winced.
“Yeah. That.”
“It’s okay. You’ll have to go harder than that to hurt me.”
That was entire missing the point, but if it meant the conversation on the subject would end, Vi would take that. “Go order the pizza.”
“Usual place?”
“Yeah.”
***
Vi arrived at work early. She always did. She’d only just done her customary sweep - talking to the bartenders, the daytime bouncer, a few of the regulars, just checking the mood of the place - when Sevika came up to her.
“Boss wants to see you.”
Vi felt a sudden flutter of panic. Had she done something wrong? Was the getting fired? Her boss wasn’t what anyone would call friendly, but he was fair.
She went to his office and knocked, waiting. “Come in.”
Vi opened the door.
Silco sat inside, leaned back in his chair, a lit cigar between his lips. He took a slow puff and blew out the smoke.
“Good evening, Violet,” he said. “I’ll cut to the chase. I just received a call from Marcus. One of his bouncers called in sick and he’s been finding it difficult to get a replacement in on short notice. Sevika tells me she can handle things here tonight. Would you be able to go over there and help him out?”
Whatever Vi had expected, it wasn’t that. It took a decent bit of trust to send her out to help a friend… and Silco was the kind of guy who would help other people out. Then he’d cash that favor in later. It also meant a chance for Vi to get more shifts, if she ever needed to, if she impressed this Marcus. “Of course. Where is it?”
“Five blocks.” Silco pushed a note over with an andress and fifty dollars in cash. “For your fuel costs and the trouble. You’ll get your usual fee and usual hours, of course. He’ll not need you for another hour, so you don’t have to rush.”
Vi hesitated, wondering for a moment if it was some test, but even if she’d managed to build up a buffer of money in her bank account for a rainy day, she would not say no to extra money. “Of course. Thank you. I’ll go right away.”
***
Marcus' establishment, it turned out, wasn’t a bar. It was a strip club. She nodded at the man posted out, who looked like he was already an hour over his assigned shift and none too happy about it. Inside, the scents of smoke and perfume mingled and mostly covered the scent of sweat. Music reverberated through the walls and into Vi’s bones as she took in her surroundings. The place wasn’t exactly seedy, but it wasn’t some upscale establishment like Babette’s, either.
There were plenty of patrons. Several at the bars, some more interested in their drinks than the entertainment, some turned around in their stools to watch. Most of the crowd, though, were in a scattered half-circle of chairs around the stage, with its bright lights and pole. A girl was dancing there, her back turned as she shifted her hips from side to side in a smooth rolling motion that followed the rhythm of the music perfectly.
Vi followed long, toned legs stuck in combat boots with neon lacing, wrapped in fishnet stockings, up to a pair of tight shorts that clung to a small, firm ass. Besides that, she only wore a bikini top. Behind her, two pigtails swung along with the girl’s movements as she grabbed the pole, swung around, and-
Vi’s heart froze. Vi herself froze. The whole fucking world froze.
The girl, the pretty dancing girl whose ass Vi’s eyes had just been glued to was Powder. Her baby sister.
Powder spun around, hair flying in her wake, and just… danced. There was a sensuality to it, yeah, but there was more of something like… joy. Freedom.
Powder moved away from the pole, out further onto the stage, and then she caught sight of Vi, and everything shattered.
Vi became aware of where she was. The men leering at her sister. The men were shouting all sorts of suggestive stuff, even as they threw bills onto the stage. Vi clenched her fists. She’d go up there, grab Powder, take her home, and fuck up anyone who got in her way.
Then Powder gave her head a sharp little shake. She mouthed the words “Wait. Later.”
When she’d been younger, Vi might not have been able to wait. She might have gone up there and damn the consequences. This time, she pushed down the anger and the horrible pangs of lust that were still there from before, and waited until Powder finished her set.
Bills didn’t exactly shower the stage or anything, but she’d clearly been appreciated, and once she’d collected her due, she hopped off the stage, past a few clearly hopeful people, and straight at Vi. She caught Vi by the collar of her shirt and gave a gentle tug.
“Hi there, hot stuff,” she purred. “You want a private dance?”
A sudden heat flared within Vi and she felt herself flushing all the way to the tips of her ears. Shit. Where had that come from? And where had Powder learned to talk like that?
Powder leaned in closer, speaking in a rough whisper. “Play along, dumbass, or we’re screwed.”
Vi swallowed. She gave a jerky nod. “Okay.”
Powder licked her lips, smirked and said. “Come with me baby and I’m going to rock your world.”
Vi’s legs felt leaden and her head was spinning, but she followed Powder past a beaded curtain and into the private booth. Wild-eyed, Powder pushed her down into the sofa and moved in close.
“Chill,” she whispered. “I’ve never actually done this, so I’m gonna have to pretend I know what I’m doing, and hopefully Marcus won’t catch on.”
Vi didn’t chill. She grabbed Powder by the wrist and yanked her close, until they were nose to nose and she could smell whisky on her sister’s breath.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Have you been drinking?”
“I said, be chill,” Powder hissed, settling her hands on Vi’s shoulders and pushing off. “If they see you grab me, they’ll throw you out on your ass and probably rough you up on the way.”
She took a step away from Vi, spun around, and took a deep breath. “Okay. So. Here’s the deal. I took a shot of whisky before I went on stage because I was nervous, okay? I work here.”
The odds of some kind of misunderstanding were slim from the get-go, but Vi had held on to hope. “Why? Why the fuck would you come here? Work here? You already had a job-”
Powder cast her a look that was part anger, part fright. “Calm down. Just-”
Heavy steps closed in and stopped a few feet away. The heavy basso rumble of a man’s voice could be heard through the curtains. “Everything alright in there, Jinx?”
“Yup!” Powder said cheerfully. “Just talking. Dontcha worry.”
There was a silent beat. “Alright. Call for me if you need me. The night shift’s coming soon, but I’ll stick around until you’re out.”
Powder rolled her eyes, but it didn’t show when she replied: “Thanks.”
The man left, and Powder walked up close. “I got fired on the second day. The manager was a total sleaze and when I told him to fuck off, I apparently wasn’t a team player. I had to do something for the rest of the night and I came here. I decided to give it a go.”
Vi managed to keep her voice calm, even as anger and frustration raged within. “You just decided to become a stripper?”
“Kinda, yeah. It’s not so bad. A few creeps every so often, but at least here someone deals with em. “
Something nagged at Vi and after a moment it hit her. “You were still seventeen when you started working here.”
Powder rolled her eyes.” Yeah. Duh. That’s why we’re hiding out here. So nobody starts asking questions.”
Vi ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe I let this happen.”
“That’s cos you didn’t let it happen. I made it happen. I went here, decided to ask for a job, decided to take it, and decided to keep doing it. Now, you’re gonna sit there and be cool and I’m going to give you a dance so nobody gets weird about you coming in here, and then we’ll both go do our thing.”
“Fine,” Vi growled. “But we’re going to talk when you get home.”
Powder grinned and stepped in close, with VI’s knees between her legs. She began to rock from side to side along with the music. “You’ve already spanked me once today. Am I getting an encore?”
Vi swallowed. She did not need a reminder of that particular fuck-up. The look of Powder struggling against her, pressing against her, naked. The feel of soft skin and firm muscle beneath the palm of her hand. “Maybe I should. You’re being a brat.”
One pale blue brow rose up under the hairline of her wig. The color didn’t quite match, but it was close. “Go for it.”
Powder bent forward and set her hands on Vi’s knees, pushing them apart. She stepped in between them, turned around, and began to move once more. Vi knew she should’ve stopped her. She just didn’t know how. It didn’t get any easier when she had Powder’s ass swaying from side to side in front of her.
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to touch.”
Powder lowered herself until her jeans shorts were brushing Vi’s belt. She looked back over her shoulder with a smug, self-satisfied expression. The little shit. “Good point. You’re not. Hands at your side, sis.”
Vi’s heart pounded hard in her chest. Part of that was the fear of discovery, whatever that’d mean for her and Powder, but an even larger part was something else. The same ‘something else’ that had her skin prickling and her palms sweaty.
“-What do you think?”
“Huh?”
Powder had been saying something, but Vi had been too caught up in everything running through her head to pay attention. Powder shook her head, leaned in, and with her cheek hot and soft against VI’s, whispered in her ear. “I said, I should probably take something off or it won’t really count as a proper dance.”
“You don’t have to,” Vi found herself saying.
“Obviously not, you dumbass,” Powder said. “But I kinda wanna see the look on your face when I do, so…”
Heat began to pool in Vi’s stomach, its warmth spreading. “Oh.”
“It’s kinda standard, apparently. Like I said, I’ve never actually done this. I just dance… but the other girls talk sometimes.”
The thought of Powder alone in a crappy booth with some douchebag leering at her made Vi grit her teeth just to keep her shit together. It was jealousy, pure and simple, the need to protect and keep Powder safe and away from any lecherous hands. Which went way, way beyond being a good sister, and which she probably should have a long, hard think about later. Now, though…
“I guess,” Vi said. “How long do these usually last?”
“Am I boring you already?” Powder said, and most of the hurt was feigned, but there was just a fraction of it that wasn’t. “Definitely time to spice things up, then.”
“No, you’re-”
Powder wasn’t listening, apparently. She straddled Vi’s lap. “Take em off me.”
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to touch.”
“You’re not, but you’re not touching me, technically. You’re touching the shorts. Come on. It’s part of the deal, and I expect a generous tip at the end.”
“How much longer do we keep this up?” Vi asked, eyeing Powder’s shorts. A big silvery button at the top, then a zipper. Thank god for small favors.
“A few more minutes.” Powder shrugged. “Depends on how quick you want everyone to think you are.”
She winked and Vi’s cheeks burned. She grabbed the loops of Powder’s shorts and yanked her forward a few inches across her lap. This close, she could hear Powder’s quick, nervous breathing. See the way the muscles of her stomach tensed when Vi brushed her fingers over her bellybutton. Feel the way her fingers tightened where she rested her weight against Vi’s shoulders.
She tried not to think, to keep her mind blank and still, but her thoughts wandered almost immediately. There were only two flimsy layers of fabric between her fingers and-
“Fuck.” Vi groaned. It had been much, much too long since she’d gotten laid, and it was clearly doing things to her brain. This wasn’t alright. It had to stop… and yet she didn’t know how.
“Are you okay?” Powder asked.
Was she? She had no idea. “Yeah.”
“Come on, then. I’m quitting next week once I get my paycheck and I wanna do this properly at least once.”
“You’re what?”
“I can’t keep working here, can I? You’d be kicking down the door and beating people up, scaring all the customers away. I’ll do something else.”
“Oh.” Fine. She could do this. She just needed to indulge Powder a little longer, then she’d get bored and they’d go back to normal.
Her fingers were trembling, but she managed to undo the button and pull down the zipper without combusting, and she took that as a win.
“There you go,” Powder said. She pushed off Vi, brushing her fingers along her shoulder as she got up, and Vi shuddered at the brief touch.
It usually took her a while to get her engine revving, but once she was there, every little touch hit her hard. Biting her lip, Vi watched Powder turn around, wiggle her hips a little, and finally push her shorts down.
Vi crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together on a rush of heat. Powder was wearing a thong. It wasn’t all that fancy, just plain white lace, but it was a thong, and Powder was wearing it.
“You’re wearing-”
“A thong, yeah. Caitlyn wore them all the time. Sometimes she didn’t even wear anything at all. So what? I’m not a kid anymore, sis.”
“I’m getting that. It was different with Cait.”
Powder spun around. She came closer. “Why?”
“You know why.”
“Maybe,” Powder said, smirking. “Tell me anyway.”
“Because it’s weird.”
Powder just shrugged. “I’m weird. Always have been.”
She insinuated herself into Vi’s space again, knees brushing the insides of Vi’s thighs as she did, leaning forward to bare the creamy skin where her bra pushed her breasts together. Then she turned around again, looking over her shoulder for a moment at Vi.
“Bear with me here, yeah? I’ve seen a few of the girls doing this but I’ve never done it myself.” Then she lowered herself down into Vi’s lap.
Things had gone far enough. Vi had every reason, every excuse, to put an end to it. Powder had gotten to have her fun, try things out, and now they could both walk away and hopefully forget it ever happened. She said nothing. She did nothing. She just let Powder keep going.
At first, her movements were hesitant, but she kept going and found her way into it until she looked like she had up on stage. Confident. Full of that strange mix of anticipation, exhilaration and fear that filled you up before a fight.
The sway of her hips turned disturbingly sensual and she moved closer. Vi closed her eyes. It was either that or watch the disturbingly firm rounds of Powder’s ass just within arm’s reach and deal with the impulse to reach out and grab, just once, just for a second, and feel if it felt as good as she imagined, as good as she vaguely remembered from earlier, and-
Fuck. Something had to be wrong with her.
Powder got closer, and closer, and Vi’s heart beat harder and harder, like the bass drum from the music outside was coming from her and her entire body was shaking with its beat. When Powder settled in her lap she couldn’t hold back a hiss of pleasure. She only just kept herself from grabbing Powder’s hips and grinding up against her.
“Is this getting you hot, baby?” Powder asked in a faux seductive voice, giggling softly.
“Fuck off,” Vi muttered, because God help her, it was. She could feel her underwear sticking to her skin and each shift of Powder’s hips against her crotch was pure torture.
“Seriously, though. Have you ever gotten a lap dance before?”
“Once,” Vi said. “But I was so drunk I barely remember. It was my birthday and Mylo and Claggor thought it’d be funny as a joke.”
“So.. how am I doing? How do I compare?”
Vi bit down on a groan of pleasure. “You’re doing great.”
Powder’s teeth flashed in a bright grin and with a final, delicious grinding motion of her ass, she spun around. For a brief, happy moment Vi thought maybe she was finally done, but she wasn’t. Instead, Powder reached behind her back for the straps of her bikini top.
The reflexive protest died in Vi’s throat when the top fell to the floor and a laughing Powder moved in close, one knee beside her thigh, one between them, bare skin brushing the fabric of her jeans.
The worst part was that Powder was just playing. Having fun. She was carefree. Happy. Everything Vi had ever wanted for her. It was Vi who had a problem, who needed to get herself under control, fast, before she ruined something beyond her ability to repair.
Powder’s breasts brushed against Vi’s cheek, the stiff peak of a nipple tickling the corner of her mouth, and Vi shuddered, imagining taking it between her teeth and giving it a gentle tug.
This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong… and yet.
She was slipping. Her clit throbbed, and every time she shifted in place the seam of her jeans dug into her just right. Her underwear was wet and getting worse, fast.
“Remember, sis,” Powder said in a low, throaty whisper that set Vi’s blood to boiling. “Hands to yourself. Mouth, too.”
Then Powder’s fingers slipped into Vi’s hair and tightened. She shifted forward, leaning in so that her nipple brushed Vi’s lips, and it was everything she could do not to open her mouth and drag the tip of her tongue over the offering.
Things went from bad to worse. Not only was Powder offering Vi the greatest temptation she’d ever had in front of her, but when she’d moved closer she’d put her knee right up against Vi’s crotch, and… it was too much. Much too much.
The pressure was already boiling within Vi, roaring with each beat of her heart, and squirming away just made it worse as her sister’s knee ground against her jeans, her cunt, her clit.
Oh. Oh fuck.
For a moment, she dared a glance at Powder, to get a read on her, but her sister was lost in the moment, eyes dark intent.
There was no escape. Vi was drowning in the familiar scent of Powder. Her cheap deodorant and perfume, her sweat.
“Powder,” she groaned. “You have to stop, or-“
She could’ve lied. Should’ve. But was that the story of her life? An endless stream of could’ve and should’ve? Of stupid choices leading to catastrophic outcomes? Here she was again.
Powder moved closer, leaning in to get a look at Vi’s face, and again, her knee ground against Vi, and she felt herself throb and clench, the pressure building fast, much faster than it ever had before.
“I’m close,” she admitted. “You have to stop or, or I’m gonna cum.”
Powder looked at her. Held her gaze. Smiled almost sweetly. Then she began to rock her knee against Vi, the motion’s slow and rhythmic.
Vi grabbed her, and for a second she thought to push her away, but the pleasure was already rising, fire rising and roaring, consuming her, her sanity, everything. She grabbed hold of Powder’s ass and shunted her forward, rocking against her, burying her face against her sister’s neck and moaning out loud as her cunt clenched and the orgasm swept over her. It hit her over and over, and Vi nearly wailed when she felt herself gush, drowning the sound against Powder’s neck.
There was a moment of stillness afterwards. Ragged breathing. Hers, sure, but Powder’s too. Then it all hit her. What she’d done. What the consequences might be.
Her body was still flushed with pleasure, but the rising wave of panic swept it away. She was sitting in some seedy club, with her half-naked sister in her lap, having just cum harder than she’d ever done before in her life, so hard that she’d apparently squirted a little, which she didn’t even know was a thing she did.
It looked like she’d pissed herself a little.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I- I need.”
She pushed Powder off her lap, grabbed her jacket and got up. She reached for the curtain, and stopped.
She’d promised. Never again. She’d never leave Powder again. Never abandon her. Not for anything.
“I’m sorry,” Powder said. “I was having fun and then… I don’t know why I did that.”
Vi shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Just… I need some time. To think, and my shift starts soon. Fuck.”
Powder nodded. She was still topless and even after the orgasm it was hard to look away. “Can we talk later?”
“Of course, Powpow. When I get off work.”
Powder smirked. She probably wanted to make a joke about getting off at work, but she thought better of it.
“Okay”, she said. “Just… don’t go crazy over this. It happens. No biggie. Uh- I got crazy turned on, too. You probably can’t see in the dark but-“
Vi held up a hand for silence. The panic was returning, hard and fast, she felt the world around her wobble. “Don’t. Just… I’ll see you at home.”
Powder looked down at the floor. “I love you.”
Vi tied up her jacket around her waist, letting the arms hang between her legs in hopes of hiding the dark spot there until it dried. She sighed heavily.
“Love you, too.”