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Noelle’s hooves barely made a sound on the worn carpet floor as she padded over to Dess’s bedroom.
She'd just woken up from a nightmare. The terror still lingered, fear wrapped tight around her chest, leaving her gasping and trembling, the fur on her face damp with tears.
She came to a halt at the doorway, unsure if she had the courage to step inside. The door was slightly ajar, and as she pushed it open further, the hinges groaned loudly in protest.
Dess was sprawled across her bed, clad in only a pair of boxers and a thin tank-top, her tacky glow-in-the-dark stars casting a dim light over her form.
She leaned back against the headboard, one hand lazily strumming a soft rhythm on her guitar, the other holding a vape pen.
“Hey,” Dess said without looking up, voice smooth and calm. She gestured to the bed with a tilt of her chin. “Come on in. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Noelle’s ears pressed back, nerves jangling, but she obeyed, drawn in by the warmth, the light, and the scent of smoke and rain in the dimly lit bedroom.
She stepped closer, gently closing the door behind her, and Dess’s gaze finally met hers, sharp and calculating, as if she could see everything inside her head.
“Another nightmare, huh?” Dess asked softly. “C’mon, sit.”
Noelle perched on the edge of the bed, hesitant to close the space between them. Dess patted the spot beside her. “Come on, you know I’ve got you.”
Noelle hesitated before scooting closer, and Dess pulled her into her lap, setting her guitar aside to make room for her sister.
Dess held out the vape pen. “Want a hit? Calm you down?” Her voice was gentle and inviting, but there was a weight to it—a quiet insistence. Noelle hesitated, but the pull of Dess’s presence made her want to nod, to trust her completely.
Dess guided Noelle’s hand to the vape, steadying her as she inhaled. She coughed almost immediately, sputtering and gasping as the thick smoke burned her throat and made her eyes water.
“Shh,” Dess hissed, leaning closer, hand firm at the small of Noelle’s back. “Mom and Dad are sleeping upstairs.”
Noelle tried to stifle her coughing, but it only made her more flustered. Dess smirked, amusement and satisfaction creeping into her gaze. “Careful,” she teased. “you're gonna make me laugh if you die from that tiny hit.”
Noelle shook as she finally managed to exhale, the smoke curling around them in a haze.
“Good girl.”
Her heart raced—whether it was from fear, or the heat of her sisters body, Noelle wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it was both.
“You okay?” Dess whispered, voice soft but insistent, lips close enough that Noelle could feel the warmth.
Noelle nodded again, trembling, caught between guilt, fear, and something else entirely. Dess’s presence was everything—comfort, danger, power—and Noelle, small and vulnerable, leaned closer anyway.
Dess smiled softly. “That’s it. Just relax.”Her fingers brushed a stray lock of blonde hair behind Noelle’s ear, grazing softly and sending shivers down her spine.
Noelle’s breath hitched, and she leaned closer, seeking the comfort of Dess’s arms, even though it made her feel small. Too small.
She couldn’t stop herself.
Dess let a hand rest lightly on Noelle’s shoulder, guiding her closer. Her lips hovered near Noelle’s, a whisper away. The air between them was thick, heavy with lust and guilt.
Dess tilted her head slightly, watching Noelle’s trembling ears and wide, glassy eyes. “You’re so tense,” she murmured, fingers brushing along Noelle’s arm in that slow, deliberate way that made her heart pound.
“Relax... I’ve got you.”
Before Noelle could respond, Dess leaned in, pressing her lips gently to hers. Just a brief, soft touch at first; testing, claiming. Noelle stiffened, then trembled as she instinctively leaned into the contact, chest racing, breath catching.
Dess pulled back just enough to see the effect on her, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “See?” she whispered. “You're okay. Just let me take care of you.”
Noelle’s ears burned hotter, and her entire body grew warm and heavy. She wanted to melt into her sister’s arms completely.
Dess leaned in again, slower this time, pressing her lips to Noelle’s with just enough insistence to make her shiver. Their breaths mingled in the dimly lit room, desperate and deliberate.
A shaky moan escaped Noelle's lips as Dess deepened the kiss slightly, sliding her tongue into her sister's mouth. “Shh,” Dess murmured against her lips, pulling back just a fraction. “quiet, remember?”
Noelle swallowed hard, chest pounding, trapped in the warmth, closeness, and subtle danger of Dess’s control. Every brush of their lips, every careful touch, left her heart hammering beneath her ribs.
Dess lingered over Noelle’s lips again for a heartbeat, then slowly trailed her mouth down to the side of her neck.
The movement was deliberate, teasing, each kiss soft but insistent, soothing yet commanding. Noelle shivered violently, hands gripping Dess’s shirt as a flush spread across her ears and down her chest.
A sudden sting made her gasp, and Dess’s lips curved into a sly, satisfied smirk as she sunk her teeth into the thin flesh of Noelle's neck.
Noelle’s breath hitched, heart hammering, caught between fear, desire, and awe at the control Dess had over her. Each kiss, each tiny bite, sent shivers racing through her, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Dess finally pulled back slightly, letting her forehead rest against Noelle’s, eyes glinting with amusement and possession.
Noelle’s chest rose and fell rapidly, ears pressed back, cheeks burning. She wanted to pull away, but the warmth, closeness, and intoxicating pull of Dess’s presence kept her anchored to reality.
Dess leaned in closer, letting her weight settle gently against Noelle.
The haze from the vape pen had fully hit now, curling through Noelle’s head and body, dulling the lingering edge of fear and replacing it with a warm, dizzying fuzz. Her muscles slackened, ears drooping slightly, and she pressed into Dess instinctively, seeking the comfort she hadn’t realized she needed so badly.
Dess let a soft chuckle escape, brushing a stray lock of hair from Noelle’s damp forehead. “Feeling better?” she murmured, voice low and teasing.
Her fingers traced small, careful circles along Noelle’s back, soothing but deliberate, a quiet reminder of the control she held.
Noelle exhaled shakily, letting herself sink into Dess’s embrace. The guitar lay forgotten, the storm outside pounding against the windows, the music humming faintly, all of it fading into the periphery.
Everything in the room narrowed down to the warmth, the pressure, the presence of Dess.
Noelle’s body finally relaxed against her sister's, melting a little under the intimacy of their closeness.
Without realizing it, she started grinding against the noticeable bulge in Dess’s pants, chasing relief and pleasure.
“Eager, are we?” Dess teased, her voice low and sultry, fingers brushing along Noelle’s arm in a slow, deliberate caress. “So cute. All mine.”
Noelle’s ears flattened, breath catching in little hiccups. She nodded, powerless to resist, and leaned closer, pressing herself against Dess, her movements clumsy but desperate.
Dess’s smirk widened. “That’s a good girl,” she murmured. With confident movements, she helped Noelle’s shorts slide down around her ankles, leaving her in only underwear and a t-shirt, exposed and trembling. Every touch, every guiding hand, was a reminder of the control Dess held.
Her breaths came fast, shallow, and uneven as Dess whispered praises in her ear.
Noelle whimpered softly, body arching involuntarily against her sister’s guidance. The friction, the closeness, the control—it all built and built, a burning heat that made her entire body tingle.
Dess leaned in, sinking her teeth into her sister’s shoulder. Noelle gasped, tilting her head, lost in the haze of sensation, heat, and control.
Their movements stayed deliberate, slow, teasing—but the pressure and closeness made it impossible to ignore the growing, aching heat between them.
Every brush of lips, every guiding hand, every whisper drew them both closer to the edge.
Finally, their bodies tensed in unison, trembling together as mutual release hit, breathless and soft moans filling the quiet room. Dess held Noelle close, pressing her warmth against her own, letting the tension melt away slowly.
Exhausted and sated, they collapsed into the mattress, curled together under the soft, dim lighting of the bedroom. Noelle’s head rested against Dess’s chest, fingers tangled in her hair, while Dess’s arms held her possessively, softly brushing her back.
Noelle smiled as she drifted into a dreamless sleep. She'd deal with the guilt and shame in the morning. For now, she'll allow herself to indulge in the warmth of her sister's body.