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violet laid sombrely in the inky blackness of her bedroom, her siblings gentle snoring a chorus over her head. usually it was comforting, but that was on the nights she wasn’t hot and wired. she turns to her left, her baby sister powder breathing softly beside her. vi could make out her pink lips squished into an adorably sleepy pout on her pillow.
it was hard being the big sister to a little girl like powder. violet doesn’t tell people that, mainly due to how guilty it makes her feel, but partially because people will jump to blame powders “behaviours”. saying shes “hard to handle” when that couldn’t be further from the truth. powders flaws sometimes made it easier for vi to be around her. she could breathe better when she was annoyed with, or even slightly disliked her sister.
not so much when she was being her cute and loving self, constantly obsessing over vi and wanting to be near her. staring at her like she hung the galaxy and invented physics just for her.
and the constant touching. the always with the touching. grabbing vis bicep, skinny arms wrapping around her waist or thighs, sitting on vis lap before she could anticipate it. even now in her sleep, clad in one of vis undershirts, loose around the middle, and a pair of pink panties that she was definitely outgrowing, sprawling out diagonally from vi. her legs were spread in a running position, knobby knee pressed against vis upper thigh.
vi groans in frustration, pushing her sweaty bangs up her forehead. she tries not to look, but her eyes slowly fall on the damp spot on the mound of powders panties. probably from the oppressive zaun heat, but knowing that doesn’t make vis boxers feel any less tight. she tries to push her sisters legs together, if at least to provide her some decency. but powders as stubborn as ever, more so in her sleep. she moans sleepily into her pillow and spreads her legs more, thigh pressing directly onto vis stiffening crotch.
this was unfortunately the point of no return for vi and she knew it. once she got hard, it was physically impossible for her to fall asleep until she took care of herself.
when it first started happening, she’d gently suggested to powder that she try sleeping in her own bed. but powder, being powder, had flashed her huge, innocent blue eyes and said “but i can’t sleep if you’re not next to me” pressing soft, wet kisses behind her burning ears, asking if vi was mad at her and if she’d done something bad, which was enough to drive the redhead to insanity with impure thoughts towards her own baby sister.
on nights like this she just had to blame the heat. her first few times she’d tried to sneak off to the washroom like a civilized human being, but powder sleeps light as a bird and always wakes up, and whines sleepily in vis neck until she promises to stay. so she’d learned to be privy to the discrete jerk off.
she surveys the room once, just to make sure, but she knows it doesnt matter. mylos cot is far enough that she’d notice he was awake before he ever properly heard or saw what she was doing, and claggor slept like the dead. ironically, the only person vi had to worry about disturbing was the cause of this situation, and she was right next to her.
the thing was, vi wasn’t nearly as discrete as she thought she was. powder was already the lightest sleeper in the house, she just felt so aware of her body when she was supposed to be unconscious. so it’s routine when shes awoken to frustrated groans and soft clapping sounds. she stealthily shifts over, slowly moving her arm to just barely cover her face enough that she could still peek over at vi.
there she was, damp red bangs hanging in her hooded grey eyes, cheeks flushed and mouth agape. her shirt is pulled up her perspiring chest, budding breasts pink and erect. her boxers are pulled down past her thighs, penis in both hands, stroking it with precise, desperate thrusts.
normally when vi wakes her up this way, powder watches in silent curiosity until her boxers go wet and she eventually falls asleep, none the wiser. but shes never seen vi like this before. so feral. it makes a familiar tingly feeling grow between her legs.
powder knows what the tingly feeling is for, she’s seen sex in those magazines little man brings around too, and she knows that when you feel tingly, you can make your cookie kiss another cookie or a penis. she looks over at her sister. shes “hung out” with girls in the alleys sometimes, and mylo told her she would put her fingers in their cookies.
it made powder mad, and still kinda does. but she figured vi would at least have an idea of what she was doing. she reaches over to touch vis arm and whispers her name, which causes vi to jump. a strangled shriek escapes her throat, halfway between a shout and a moan. powder cringes apologetically. “m sorry vi, didn’t mean to scare you”
what’re you doing up?”
her voice is kind of tense, which instantly hurts powders feelings. she pouts, tugging vis arm. “you woke me up”
her older sister huffs, head falling back on her pillow. her cheeks and chest are flushed scarlet, and every few seconds she lets our a breathy fuck. eventually she turns to powder with a soft smile, cupping her cheek with her right palm. its a bit wet, and the smell makes powder feel dizzy. “hey, i’m sorry kiddo. lets head back to sleep, okay?” her left hand is still coated in slick, cupping her twitching balls. powder props herself up on her arms, innocently letting her legs fall open. she noticed vis breathing start to quicken, but she doesn’t understand why just yet. she knows looking at her this way makes her feel good.
“are you jacking off?”
vi furrows her eyebrows suspiciously. “why do you know what that is?”
she shrugs, not wanting to tell on little man. “i just do, i know what sex is too”
“well you’re not s’posta know, and i’ll kick mylos ass for showing you”
“it wasn’t mylo. and you knew what sex was when you were nine”
“not the same”
“why?”
“cause i didn’t have a baby sister that was supposed to make sure i didn’t know what sex was.” violet lets out a frustrated groan as she drops her hands over her face. powder lets her eyes trail between her sisters legs. vis penis isn’t as hard as before, but it still twitches occasionally. the sight makes her head go fuzzy, so she climbs onto vis lap.
vi yelps anxiously, pushing at powders waist. “pow, get off” her voice is desperate, and powder hears something else there too. something primal.
she wraps her arms around her shoulders and pouts defiantly. “i wanna help you” she shifts on the mound on her sisters lap. vi hisses, grabbing her by the hips. powder whimpers at the contact, causing vi to look away and guilty bite her lip.
“sisters aren’t supposed to help each other that way”
“says who?”
“we just aren’t” powder furrows her eyebrows and lets her hands fall from her sisters shoulders, slowly trailing down violets flushed chest, towards her pelvis. “pow…” vis voice is shaky with lust.
“i wanna feel you…”
the two girls press their foreheads together as powders multicoloured, chipped fingernails trace patterns up and down vis shaft, her unknowing teasing making vis head feel like cotton. shes hardening again, and a clear liquid starts to dribble from her tip. powders lips fall in an “o” of amazement.
“i thought cum was ‘posta be white” she whispers.
vi actually chuckles, though it sounds ragged. “it’s pre-cum” powder hums in response, rubbing her thumb along vis chubby tip, then pops her thumb between her lips. vi gasps and pulls her hand from her mouth, ignoring the blushing creeping up her neck. “powder!”
“mmm, you taste good, sissy”
“we’re stopping”
“dont wanna stop”
she strokes vi again, finding her rhythm once vis hand falls from her wrist as she moans lightly and her chest rises and falls rapidly. her penis is thick and warm, heavy in powders hands. when she wraps both her hands around it, her fingertips only barely touch, which makes her stomach churn with excitement.
the veiny bits throb, and pre-cum occasionally squirts from violets tip. powders mouth goes dry and it’s starting to feel uncomfortable in her panties. she chews her lip and tries to grind her hips in time with her strokes. vi thrusts up, probably unknowingly, but powders from brushes against vis throbbing balls, eliciting a whimper.
she watches vi intently as she pulls her panties to the side. she has a scarred arm thrown over her face and her mouth is agape, clearly lost in pleasure. she wont notice powder shifting around on her lap a bit.
and vi doesn’t, not until a tight heat engulfs a full quarter of her dick. her eyes fly open to see her idiot of a little sister crouched over her, hands over her mouth, bright blue eyes crossed in pleasure. “powder” she shrieks, accidentally thrusting her hips up in surprise, which causes her to bottom powder out entirely.
powder lets out a high pitched cry of pain and pleasure, and vi pulls her in close, burying her face in her neck. she listens closely, trying to ignore her sisters heavy breathing and the throbbing around her dick.
mylo mumbles something indiscernible, tossing in his cot before going quiet. claggors snores are as deep and rumbly as usual. powder vis her name, shifting her hips tantalizingly slow, and it takes everything in vis power to not bite holes into her lips.
“what’re you doing?” she hisses.
“my cookie was aching violet” powders eyes are screwed shut and her face has gone flush. for some reason, the nickname they’d always used for powders vagina had almost been enough for vi to cum then and there. “i need help too”
“help?”
powder leans forward, pressing her lips lazily on vis. how she’d kiss her older sister back when she was a baby, except vi didnt have her dick buried in her cookie back then. she’d wondered when she started to want to.
“help me vi” she murmurs desperately against her older sisters lips.
vi goes to pull out, she really does try. she even ignores the vice grip powder currently has her dick in, but powder moans, soft and pornographic and it sends all the blood in vis head straight to her dick.
she’s already inside of her. they’re the only ones awake in the house. and powder wants this. vi isn’t failing her, she was taking care of her. taking care of them both. at least, thats what she tells herself to justify grabbing her sister by her skinny hips and thrusts her down, kissing her hard on the mouth to muffle her moans.
“okay pow-pow, i’ll help. but you gotta keep it down, okay?” powder nods, slapping the hand that isn’t digging crescents into vis shoulder over her mouth. vi hesitates, unsure if she’s ready to face whatever consequence she’s sure will come from fucking her baby sister.
then powders adorable little voice whimpers “vi” behind her fingers, and she decides consequences be damned.
she goes slow, because she doesn’t want to hurt powder, but fuck powder was so tight her pussys grip was acting as a force of resistance. logically vi knows deep down that pussys this young are tight for a reason, and it isn’t for fucking, but with every thrust her sisters whimpers go higher and sweeter, and she feels her sense of morality slowly melt from her ears.
“vi-violet” powder whimpers
“sssh” vi presses a kiss between her eyes, which have begun to fill up with tears. “we’re supposed to be quiet, remember?”
powder nods, squeezing her eyes shut so tight tears spill down her crimson cheeks. “m sorry vi, i jus’ feel you in m’tummy…”
fucking a she can’t take it anymore. she presses both feet firm on the mattress, lifts her hips up, trying not to cum when powders toes lift slightly off the bed. “what’re you-“ but she’s swiftly interrupted by vi pulling her face in her neck and furiously pistioning her hips upwards. a risky move, as powder just has to lift her head a bit and the whole house would know what they were up to. but powder’s a good little girl and keeps her face buried in her sisters neck, her moans a private orchestra for vis ears only, pussy clenching and tightening deliciously around her dick.
she knows if mylo and claggor woke up right now, or if vander burst into the room, she wouldn’t stop. she couldn’t stop now, not even if vander tried to rip powder away from her. powder was made for her.
“vi it feels weird” she whines.
“i know pow pow, just let yourself feel it”
“i-i can’t, i-“ and just before vi can empty her balls inside her sister, powder pulls herself off with a cry, her puffy walls clenching greedily around nothing. vi growls in frustration, slowly lowering powder onto her side of the bed, pulling her panties down her legs.
it feels like the room is spinning as powder lays there, breathing haggardly on the bed. every time she tries to open her eyes their pitch black bedroom looks grey and spotty so she keeps them closed, burying her face in a pillow thats soaked in vis scent. little man had told her sex was supposed to feel really good, now she could show him. it felt like someone put her in a warm blanket then carried her away in an airship, and the feeling went all the way down to her toes.
she feels violet tugging at her panties, so she shifts up a bit to help, murmuring contentedly when the warm, moist air hit her cookie.
the mattress shifts next to her, powder assumes vi is spent and ready to fall asleep. then she feels soft fingers brushing against her legs, pulling her hips and butt up by her thighs. she turns her head to look at her, but vi pushes her head further into the pillow, eliciting a nervous whimper. “vi?”
her sister rubs circles into her butt, massaging and gripping it. “sssh” vi whispers, tapping what feels like her penis against powders battered entrance.
“you said you wanna help big sissy right?” powder manages a nod. “well i’m still hard pow pow. so i need to use your pretty little cookie just a bit more, ‘kay?”
powder begins to respond, but she interrupts herself with a guttural moan into the pillow as vi pushes herself fully inside in one go. she stills, both girls panting heavily, beads of sweat dripping down vis face, onto powders skin.
her cookie is achey and sore, but shes also so eager for more she moves her butt against vis hips. her older sister exhales out her nose, powder thinks she’s laughing. she pulls her hips back before slamming them in time to meet powders tight ass. “oh!” powder moans morph into pleasured cries into the pillow, eyes rolled back, knuckles clenched white into their sheet. “vi, you feel so good!”
vi hums, leaning in to nip her sisters reddening ear, driving her hips in deeper. “i bet, your pussy’s milking my dick so good, pow”
powder shivers at her use of that word, thinking back to when vi had punched mylo in the face for saying it around her. the way she says it now just makes her cookie throb more.
“this is what happens to little sisters who don’t sleep in their own beds” vi grunts, plowing into her sisters squelching pussy. “little sisters who punish their big sisters by rubbing their legs and little pussies all over her dick all night”
“i’m sorry vi, ‘m sorry!” she keeps repeating sorry as violet pounds her into the mattress at an unforgiving pace.
“don’t be sorry baby, you feel so tight around me, fuck”
powder feels something building deep in her tummy, like a coil that’s twisting inside her, hot and ready to snap. it feels familiar, but also not. “vi i can’t— ‘m gonna pee!”
“you’re not peeing baby, you’re cumming. we’ll do it together, okay?”
“mhm!”
when the coil snaps, powder doesn’t pee. her walls just grip around vis throbbing shaft, which erupts with something warm and thick, coating powders insides. she can feel vi pushing it in deeper as she rocks her hips into powder, breath hot against her cheek. it makes her toes curl, and takes considerable amounts of effort for both girls to not wake the whole city up with their moaning.
vi rolls off her writhing little sister, throwing an arm over her face as she catches her breath. she doesn’t even have to look to know powder is laying in a puddle of cum. hopefully vander won’t question why she’s washing their sheets before laundry day. once she’s calmed down she kicks her soiled boxers from her feet and pulls her sister in her arms. powder immediately cuddles into her, skinny arms around her waist.
vi smiles blissfully, tracing patterns on her thigh. “did i hurt you?”
“it hurt a little but that made it feel good”
vi actually grins at this, too high on endorphins for her to feel guilty for being so relieved. “really?”
“yeah. i want you to make me feel like that forever”
she presses sloppy, wet kisses along vis neck and jaw, making her shiver. it was hard having a little sister like powder, who was so adorable and innocent and sweet. who felt so good and loved on her and had vi wrapped around her finger and her dick.
“yeah? alright pow pow. if you’re good, we can do that again”
shes met with powders soft, gentle snoring, breath sweet against vis chest. she presses a sleep to powders choppy, blue hair and allows sleep to wash over her.