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Money, as it tends to be in the Lanes, is tight. Vi knew it would be, knew that taking care of both herself and her lawfully house-bound sister would be, at best, a fucking struggle, but the two of them are Zaun to their cores- struggle is just a precursor to survival. Still, survival isn’t easy when the money doesn’t stretch far enough to cover everything, if anything at all. Rent is short, electricity is two weeks past due, and their fridge and pantry are woefully bare. Desperation makes anyone more amenable to just about anything, and Vi is no exception.
Still, the ex-con can’t help but to regret the decisions that led her to be kneeling between her little sister’s legs with a camera pointed at the girl’s most private of parts as Jinx furiously finger fucks herself for strangers on the internet. She’s careful to make sure her sister’s court-ordered ankle monitor stays out of frame while she does her best not to look directly at the wet, pink flesh begging for her attention.
In her defense, her sister’s argument for why Vi, of all people, would be the only good option for the role of Jinx’s “Personal Camera Guy” (a title that Jinx was typing in bright pink font on Craigslist, much to Vi’s horror) was decent. The last thing Vi wants is some creep alone with her little sister, and this way, Vi can try and make sure that the camera work is, at the very least, tasteful . Jinx has also tasked her with helping her get special costumes and outfits, which had been Vi’s much-regretted suggestion; her thought process had been that if her sister was wearing some sort of clothing, it would offer a shred of modesty. Instead, it has all culminated into this; Vi kneels at the foot of Jinx’s bed, a decent-but-not-expensive camera in her hands that she holds pointed at her sister’s pussy. The sheer black lace panties Vi bought at Jinx’s request are shoved to the side, glistening from the wetness smeared there as Jinx pistons her fingers in and out, drawn-out moans and breathy gasps ringing out over the slick sounds of sex spilling from the pink paradise between her sister’s legs. Vi bites the inside of her cheek as she fights to keep her hands steady. Her entire body is as tightly-strung as her sister’s, who is currently fully tensed in preparation for her impending orgasm. She cums with a loud, raspy moan, wetness spilling around her fingers.
“Mm-” she groans after a couple of moments of heavy panting and light stroking, “that’s good, Vi. You can turn it off.”
Vi freezes in place- the husky rasp of her sister’s voice saying her name is enough to make goosebumps rise all over her flesh. She flushes, her face burning hot to the touch, then fumbles to turn the camera off.
“Good girl,” Jinx teases as she removes her fingers and wipes them on the sheets with a sigh and a hum.
Vi tries her best to force her body into motion, to stand and remove herself from between her sister’s legs. She awkwardly thumbs at the buttons on the camera and avoids making eye contact.
“Plug that into my laptop for me?” Jinx asks, her puppy-dog eyes just shy of cartoonish. Vi watches the girl stand, then bend over to peel off her panties, throwing them back towards the bed- they land inches away from Vi. “I’m just gonna hop in the shower before I start editing.”
Vi sighs. “I’ll-I’ll strip the bed, get everything cleaned up.”
Jinx turns to face her, fully nude. “You’re the best!” she gushes, her eyes full of sincerity. She turns and trots into her bathroom, her perky ass bouncing with each step.
“Yeah,” Vi huffs. “The best.” She rolls her shoulders nervously, then stares at the camera until the shower turns on, focusing all of her attention on keeping her breathing low and even. She waits until she hears her sister pulling the shower curtain closed behind her before she takes a series of deep, steadying breaths and sets the camera down in front of her, then lunges forward to snatch at Jinx’s discarded panties, soaked with her juices. She holds them tightly in her hands, her fingers lightly stroking at the wetness before she crushes the lace against her face, inhaling as deeply as she can, a guttural moan half-caught in her throat. Her eyes nearly cross as she breathes in the scent, her free hand quickly sliding down into her jeans to cup her throbbing, wet pussy. She whines as her tongue darts out, sampling the wetness there.
She’s well past the mile marker of way too fucking far, but she’s powerless under her sister’s spell. She mouths at the fabric desperately, moaning and panting as her fingers furiously play with her clit. She cums fast and hard, so much so that it crashes over in a wave of too much yet not enough. She sucks her own wetness off her fingers to hide the evidence. Subconsciously, she compares the way they taste; it’s no surprise that she prefers her sister’s tangy flavor.
The shower turns off, and Vi is forced into action. She jumps up and places the camera on Jinx’s desk before she roughly pulls off the bed sheets, darkened by a sizable wet spot. Vi is hit with the urge to stick it in her mouth and suck at the fabric, like Jinx did to her baby blanket, back when things were simpler.
The thought of her sister, so young and innocent and pure is enough to make guilt churn in her stomach. She’s quick and quiet as she escapes the bedroom and throws the sheets in the washing machine.
She tucks the panties into her back pocket and walks out of her sister’s room, squaring her shoulders.
Trips to the mall are more frequent now, since her sister insists that a portion of the money she earns goes towards increasingly skimpier outfits. Vi still feels terribly out of place rifling through leather and lace and straps and buckles. She wonders what the chic ladies behind the counter would say if she told them that she’s shopping for her little sister instead of her lover. She shakes her head, internally scolding herself- she’s here on a mission, one that has a time limit- the very same little sister that charges her with picking and choosing her lingerie also has demanded her favorite Chinese food from the food court, and Jinx has never been known for her patience, especially not when hungry.
Vi’s phone buzzes. She unlocks her screen, opening her messages.
R u almost home?
Vi sighs. Still getting your stuff.
She instantly gets a series of replies.
Hurry up, I’m starving.
I’m dying of hunger.
U did this to me.
Bad big sister.
Vi brings an arm full of choices up to the counter with a huff, swiping her card and grabbing the comically large shopping bag with a sheepish smile. She takes long strides towards the food court; to her relief, there’s no line to be served by the bored teenager waiting with an empty stare.
By the time she gets back to their apartment, her sister’s irritation has spiked considerably. She steps through their unlocked front door, her planned nagging dying as the younger woman snatches the bags impatiently, then turns and scurries back to her bedroom.
“You’re welcome!” Vi calls tiredly. She strolls into the kitchen, roughly ripping open the fridge before she snatches her last beer. She jumps when she turns around- she didn’t hear her sister sneaking up on her. Jinx throws her arms up and around Vi’s shoulders, then presses a sloppy kiss to the furthest corner of Vi’s lips. When she pulls back, Jinx’s eyes are wild in a way that Vi hasn’t seen them in a long time.
“...Jinx?” Vi asks hesitantly. The younger girl is easy to rile up when she is in one of her moods, and the last thing Vi wants to do is upset her.
“Thanks, Vi.” Jinx says lowly. She surges forward and crushes their bodies together in a bruising hug that lasts for half of a breath before she’s gone, her bedroom door closing with a deafening slam. Vi stays where she is, leaning back against their old, used fridge they got at a steep discount, her fingers loosely wrapped around the condensation-soaked bottle of her beer. Her palms are sweaty, her heartbeat fast and erratic as it pounds in her ears. Her other hand comes up to brush against the skin her sister kissed and she shivers, pathetically undone by the briefest moment of familial affection. Her fingers trace over her mouth, imagining that pressure on her lips. She imagines massaging her sister’s perfect mouth with her own, her tongue flickering over her lips.
She groans, pushing herself to stand properly on weakened knees, curling her fingers tightly around the neck of the bottle. She presses the cool glass against her forehead, her neck; it does little to relieve the heat burning just underneath of her skin.
“Fuck,” Vi mutters as she stumbles into her bedroom, kicking the dor shut behind her. She throws the cap across her small bedroom, then throws her head back and chugs the entire beer in one go.
She launches herself back onto her unmade bed and buries her face in her hands.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Vi whispers.
Without opening her eyes, she unbuckles her belt and shoves her hand in her pants, covering her mouth with the other.
She’s wet already, and she doesn’t have the time or patience to draw this out. She didn’t even lock her door when she entered, and the thought of being caught when she’s so very desperate for it only makes her cunt throb.
She shoves two fingers inside of herself, biting her lip as she breathes heavily through her nose, her fingers curling up to rub against her spongey g-spot. She’s quick and ruthless, her hips shooting up off of her bed and she grinds her palm against her clit.
“Shit-” she hisses, panting as she forces her fingers to go harder, faster.
Her bedroom door opens to reveal her little sister right as her orgasm hits, and she cries out as her legs shake.
Jinx whistles. “There you go! Should I go get my camera?”
Vi feels like she’s in some alternate reality. She gasps for words, then settles on screaming and throwing her pillow. “ Out! ”
Her plush missile hits Jinx straight in her face, but it doesn’t phase the girl, who only cackles in response.
“I didn’t even see that much!” Jinx protests with a shit-eating grin that makes Vi want to pin her down and throttle her, then kiss her and fuck her and fuck.
“You shouldn’t be seeing anything!” Vi yells, her throat already starting to get sore.
Jinx cocks her hip and crosses her thin arms over her chest. “Really? You’ve literally seen-”
“And I shouldn’t be doing that!” Vi cries out in frustration, roughly running her hands through her hair. “I shouldn’t be doing any of it!”
Hurt flashes over Jinx’s face, and she backs out of the doorway as she hunches her shoulders.
“I’m not making you-”
Vi sighs. “No, I know.”
“I was gonna get someone else, and you’re the one who made a big deal out of it, you’re the one who brought it up!”
Vi gulps. “Jinx-”
Her sister’s eyes flash, hurt and anger shining brightly through the tears of embarrassment threatening to spill down her cheeks. “You wanted to be the one filming it, you wanted to pre-approve my outfits! I didn’t force you to do it, so don’t act like you’re some fucking victim.”
“What the hell else was I supposed to do?!” Vi explodes, yanking her shirt down as she buttons and zips her jeans.
“Oh, fuck you.” Jinx groans. “This- I was just kidding about watching, okay? Shit, take a fucking joke.”
“Does any of this feel like a fucking joke to you?”
Jinx chuckles humorlessly, then turns and walks down the hallway. Vi punches the mattress below her, then gets up to retrieve her pillow and slams the door shut angrily, locking it with a scowl.
She works the next two days at Vander’s bar, leaving early and coming back late to avoid any contact with her sister. Vi knows she needs to talk to Jinx, that apologies are due alongside some sort of explanation, but her pride prevents her from it. The third day, she goes to the gym for a few hours until her heart is racing, her muscles burning and her skin is drenched. She comes home in her sweats and a sports bra, not expecting Jinx to be up before two in the afternoon. Vi walks into their apartment, complaints about unlocked doors once again loaded on the tip of her tongue, but her voice dies as soon as her eyes land on her sister.
Jinx is taking Vi’s forgotten laundry out of the dryer, and Vi feels her heart drop as it all unfolds in what feels like slow motion. The pair of stolen panties fall out as Jinx scoops a pair of jeans out, lightly fluttering to the floor to land on one of Jinx’s delicate feet. She watches the girl frown, then bend down to lightly pluck them off the ground.
“Huh?” Jinx questions suspiciously.
Vi chokes, and it’s just loud enough that her sister hears it. Jinx’s head snaps up violently, her eyes immediately finding Vi’s. They both freeze.
Jinx breaks their eye contact to trace her eyes down the lines of Vi’s body, catching on the muscles of Vi’s arms, her shoulders, her flat stomach. She licks her lips, and Vi’s breath catches.
Jinx eyes dart back up, locking onto Vi’s open, painting mouth, then finally meet Vi’s once more. They’re still frozen in place, stuck in a standoff of their own making, stubbornness silencing any chances at reconciliation. Vi swallows the thick lump of awkwardness that won’t leave her throat, then nods her head at Jinx, unsure of what else to do. Jinx lifts an eyebrow, huffing out a humorless laugh, then rolls her eyes and shakes her head, as if scolding herself.
“Hey to you, too, sis.” Jinx spits, her tone acidic, her eyes flooded with angered hurt. Vi swallows back guilt.
“Hey.” She grunts; she immediately turns towards their kitchen, needing to get away from her sister’s piercing gaze.
“Give your eyes a break from those contacts.” She calls over her shoulder. She hears Jinx scoff in response, and she tenses instinctually.
“Fuck you,” Jinx shouts, her tone sickeningly sweet. It raises Vi’s hackles instantly. She turns on her heel and is greeted by her own rage reflected on her sister’s face. Vi halts for a moment, surprised; when did the girl learn to move so quickly?
“The fuck did you just say?” Vi asks, her eyes dark. It doesn’t seem to phase Jinx in the slightest.
“Fuck. You.” Jinx repeats, careful to enunciate each and every letter. “You going deaf?”
Vi grinds her teeth together in irritation. “Watch yourself,” she warns, entirely fed up with her sister’s stubborn brattiness, especially since that very brattiness is what got them here in the first place.
Jinx rolls her eyes, and Vi clenches her jaw.
“Why do I need to watch myself?” Jinx asks, her tone light and breezy, “I got plenty of people to do that for me.” She smirks, her hands coming up to press her breasts together as she purses her lips suggestively.
“Stop it,” Vi hisses.
“Make me.” Jinx replies, her face mere inches away from Vi’s. She pulls back and blows blue bangs out of her face. “You used to be fun,” she whines, slumping towards their kitchen table and listlessly pouring herself into one of their chairs. “What happened to Fun Vi?” Jinx pouts petulantly, glaring up at Vi in reproach.
“Prison.” Vi gruffs.
“Nah. Prison made you boring, but now you’re lame.” She rolls her eyes and mimes shooting herself in the head.
It’s Vi’s turn to roll her eyes. “You sound like some teenage brat.”
“How would you know?” Jinx asks cruelly, sticking out her tongue.
“Know what?”
“If I was a brat. How would you know? You were gone.” She points her fingers at Vi, then mimes shooting her, too.
Vi swallows the hurt that nearly chokes her, then squares her shoulders. “Doesn’t matter if you were or not. You are now.”
Jinx grins mischievously, her eyes flashing. “You think I’m a brat now, huh?”
Vi pauses, dread filling her chest. “That wasn’t a challenge.”
“Sure sounded like one.”
“Powder-” Vi says incredulously, wincing as the wrong name escapes the iron bars behind her lips. She hasn’t slipped up in months, and she has no clue if that makes this better or worse.
Jinx chokes, her face shocked before sliding into a cold, closed-off mask. “I thought you finally knew better-” she starts darkly, her hands balling into fists.
“Jinx,” Vi corrects herself, spitting the name out in bitter desperation.
“-I thought you finally fucking learned that that isn’t my name.”
Vi bites her cheek and her tongue and pinches her thigh. “I fucked up.”
“You still think I’m that dumb, scared little girl you left behind like nothing.”
“I got arrested!” Vi sputters, knowing better than to try to explain herself, but falling into the same old habit, regardless.
“You left. You changed my name, and now you want to change it back? That’s real fuckin’ rich.”
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic!” Vi snaps.
Jinx gasps, jumping to her feet as her chair clatters to the floor behind her.
“Fuck you!” Jinx screeches. She launches herself at Vi, hands curled into claws, nails primed and ready for blood. Vi just barely dodges a full body slam- Jinx’s nails catch at the skin under her eye, the sting and following wetness only serving to piss her off.
“Are you shitting me?” Vi yells, her hand coming up to press at the afflicted skin. She hisses, her fingertips coming back smeared with blood.
Jinx freezes like she used to when she was little, her mouth dropping open as her eyes go wide with shock, just as surprised as Vi. Her chest heaves, and Vi’s eyes catch on the faint outline of Jinx’s pierced nipples where they strain against her unfairly tight and thin crop top.
“I-uh-” Jinx stutters. “Y-you-”
Vi rushes past her sister and locks herself in the bathroom, slamming the door shut. She hisses again as she presses disinfectant to the small, but deep, cuts right over the tattoo on her cheek.
“Bitch.” Vi whispers to herself, fingers twitching as the stinging in her cheek brings a rush of tears to her eyes.
“...Vi?” Jinx’s voice is small and hesitant, and Vi doesn’t have the patience for this shit. She slams her hands against the sink, yelling in frustration. She slaps a bandaid on her cheek before she runs her hands through her hair. She’d planned to stop by the apartment for a quick shower and a bite to eat, and now all she wants to do is to put as much distance between herself and her sister as she can. She doesn’t know where she can go like this, but it doesn’t matter.
She needs to get out before she does something she’ll regret.
Again.
Vi wrenches the door open and is greeted with an empty hallway. She takes a deep breath, pushing herself out of the bathroom. She can see the front door from where she stands, it’s a straight shot, easy.
Nothing is ever easy where Jinx is involved, though.
Vi passes the kitchen and nearly jumps when her eyes catch on the silent, eerily still figure of her pale little sister.
“Fuck!”
“Are you leaving?” Jinx asks, her voice flat, her eyes empty and dull.
Vi hates herself, but she chokes in that moment, unsure of what to say. Jinx laughs mockingly, mirthlessly, and Vi grinds her teeth together.
“You coming back?”
“I’ll think about it.” Vi replies, cold and cruel. She immediately regrets it as she watches her sister’s face crumble.
“-I’ll be back.” Vi says hurriedly, mentally punching herself.
“Yeah,” Jinx intones, obvious in her blatant disbelief. “I won’t wait up.”
“Jinx-”
“Just go, Vi.” Jinx says tiredly. “It’s what you’re good at.”
Vi doesn’t slam the door behind her, but the soft click of Jinx flipping the lock behind her echoes through the apartment building’s barely lit hall. For a moment, Vi wants to open the door again, to put them back on the same side like it should be.
She takes the stairs down two at a time, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she bites her lip until she tastes blood.
She spends the rest of the day driving around and wasting gas that she can’t afford to replace. She blares loud music and flips off anyone that dares to look at her too long for it. Darkness comes a lot faster than she’d like, and she almost calls Vander to see if she can pick up an extra shift. She pulls into her parking spot, instead, staring down a couple of punk kids looking for a challenge. They move past her quickly, and she’s almost disappointed. When she looks up, the lights in their unit are off, the windows pitch black.
Vi leans over to grab their last-minute dinner, not sure if food will be enough to get even remotely near her little sister’s good graces.
She nearly drops the food as she crosses the threshold of their front door, her keys still in her back pocket, their front door unlocked, as always. There’s pink light streaming from underneath her sister’s door, along with sounds that are entirely too sexual to be anything but.
Vi wants to throw herself from their living room window. She closes the door as quietly as she can, gently placing their food on the kitchen table before she reaches in for her portion. The sounds stop, Jinx’s bedroom door swinging open moments later. The younger woman’s skin is even more bared than usual, her body shiny with sweat, her face flushed with exertion. Vi’s breath catches, and she chokes as a tall, thin man follows behind her sister.
“-I’ll look over the footage, see if you have the eye I’m looking for.”
“Should I reach out?”
“My people will call your people,” Jinx mutters as she shoves him out of the door, locking it right behind him. Vi watches Jinx’s shoulder’s slump in exhaustion.
“Who the fuck was that?” Vi asks, feeling dangerous as she throws caution and sense and reason into the wind.
Jinx flinches before she turns to face her. “Didn’t think I’d see you ‘round here again.”
“I said I’d be back.”
“You say a lot of things,” Jinx says with a shrug, her eyes forlorn.
Vi rubs the back of her neck. “I just needed-”
“Don’t care.” Jinx snaps, crossing her arms over her chest as she shifts restlessly from foot to foot.
Vi stiffens. “Are you trying to piss me off?” she asks between grit teeth. Jinx’s expression is, at best, unimpressed, and she stills herself as she looks back at Vi.
“Maybe you just wanna be mad.” she says with a pout.
Vi stares at her.
“You like being mad at me,” she continues.
“I really don’t.”
Jinx’s eyebrows knit themselves together, her expressive mouth pulled down into a confused frown. “Then why are you-”
Vi rests her head in her palms. “What happened?” She interrupts Jinx, dropping her hands to let her head hang in shame.
“We- we were fine.” Jinx stutters.
“Yeah. Until you wanted me to film you naked.”
Jinx rolls her eyes so hard that it gives Vi a headache. “I got a new camera guy.” She nods her head towards the door, as if motioning to the man she’d just shoved through it moments prior.
Vi pauses, frowning. “That creep?”
“He’s not that much of a creep.”
“What’s his name?”
“...Chuck!”
“Jinx!”
“What?”
Vi wants to scream. “Please tell me he’s not some weirdo from Craigslist.”
“He’s not some weirdo from Craigslist!” Jinx replies quickly.
Vi narrows her eyes. Her sister responded too quickly. “Where’d you find him?”
Jinx doesn’t answer, choosing instead to stare at their heavily stained carpet.
“Jinx.”
More silence. Vi wants to throw up.
“Jinx!”
“Facebook Marketplace,” Jinx replies, her voice small.
“That’s worse. You do realize that’s somehow worse, right?”
“You said no Craigslist!”
Vi slaps her palm against her forehead, then slumps into the second of their woefully wobbly kitchen chairs. “He could be a rapist or a murderer or-”
“Yeah, well, I need a camera guy.” Jinx mutters stubbornly, raising her voice as she continues, “Rent and utilities don’t pay themselves.”
Vi runs her hand down her face. “I’ll look for another job-”
“Shut up, Vi.” Jinx blurts, frustrated.
“I- I mean it. You don’t have to keep doing all of that-”
Jinx laughs meanly. “Seriously, Vi. Shut up.”
Vi knows better than to push. She pushes anyway.
“I know I fucked up by letting you-”
“Letting me?” Jinx asks, her voice full of incredulous derision.
“And I know the money is good, God knows we’ve fucking lived off of it, but-”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Vi.” Jinx growls.
“You don’t have to do it anymore. I’ll find something else to take care of us.”
“I want to do it. I like it.”
Vi freezes. “Huh?” she asks dumbly.
“I do it because I like it. I like fucking myself on camera for everyone to see. The money is just a nice little bonus.”
“W-what?”
“Oops,” Jinx giggles. “Not very Powder of me, huh?” She runs her hands up and down her body. “I like it, Vi. I like being a-”
“A whore ?” Vi asks, painfully scandalized
“Whore, slut, whatever you wanna call it.” She laughs. “Shit, if I’d have known how much I like it, I would have started a lot sooner.”
“No.”
“No?” Jinx smirks.
“That’s not true.”
“It is!” Jinx cackles. “That’s what makes it all so funny!”
“There is nothing funny about this.”
“You sure?” Jinx nonchalantly picks at her nails. “‘Cause I don’t know if I agree.”
Vi starts towards her, then stops herself, her hands shaking. Jinx regards her with the same interest level she holds for tax documents and the law in general, her eyes catching on Vi’s balled fists. She raises an eyebrow, her mouth pulling into a wide, sharp smile.
“You wanna work yourself into a grave? You go ahead. Get six jobs, I don’t care. I’ve got someone to film and buy my outfits.”
“Does he know why you’re here?” Vi asks, pointing at Jinx’s clunky ankle monitor.
“Nah. You tell him whatever you want to, though. The money’s good, and no guy is gonna pass up the chance to tap this.”
Vi swallows back a wave of nausea at the thought of some stranger climbing on top of her sister. “We agreed-”
“There’s no we, Vi. You’re fired.” Jinx spins, her perky ass bouncing.
Vi’s jaw drops. “What?”
“You’re done. You don’t get to just walk away from me whenever you want.” She puts her hands on her hips. “Actions have consequences.”
“You want to talk to me about consequences?”
“I don’t really wanna talk to you at all.” Jinx says bluntly. She turns her back to Vi again. “I’ve got a big mess to clean up.”
Vi follows her, quickly grabbing her shoulder to spin her around and shove the younger woman into the wall.
“Hey!”
“You fucking brat!” Vi explodes.
“You haven’t seen the half of it yet, sister.”
“I’m not playing with you! Cut out your fucking bullshit or-”
“Or what?” Jinx asks, her bared teeth only half a breath away from Vi’s snarled lips. “You gonna hit me? Leave me for years and come back a bitch? ” She laughs, a forced, ugly thing.
Vi loosens her hold and pushes herself away from her sister, her hands shaking as guilt and grief gnaw relentlessly at her tender insides.
Jinx twitches, huffing as she rolls her eyes and wrings her hands restlessly. “Typical. Give up as soon as it gets good.” She scoffs, then throws her hands in the air.
“What do you want from me?” Vi asks helplessly, her voice raw.
“I want you to be you again.”
Vi motions to herself with her hands, exasperated.
“I changed,” Jinx admits. “But you did too! You try to act like it’s all me, like I’m the problem.” Jinx pauses. “And maybe I am,” she amends, “but you are, too!”
Vi screams in frustration. “Don’t you think I fucking know that?” She punches the wall next to Jinx’s head, but the girl doesn’t even flinch, just throws her head back and keeps laughing like a maniac. It’s infuriating.
“Fuck!” Vi yells, pushing herself away from the younger girl. Jinx’s eyes flash dangerously as they follow her, and Vi drags her hands down over her face. “What are we doing?” she asks, bewildered. She feels drained, exhausted, and Jinx huffs, annoyed.
“I’m,” Vi starts, “I’m gonna-”
“Run?” Jinx offers flatly.
Vi clenches her fists.
“Go ahead. I know I can’t stop you.” Jinx pushes herself off the wall, walking back to her bedroom. “I’ll be here when you wanna come crawling back.”
Rage washes over Vi as she feels her face flush, and her temper takes over. “Yeah? Maybe I won’t.”
Jinx spins around, her eyes wide and full of hurt all over again. Tears quickly rush to the surface, and Vi instantly feels rotten. Jinx shakes her head, then forces that same, too-wide smile onto her lips. It looks dreadful, with her makeup smeared and her face flushed and her eyes wild and angry. It’s a cruel, vicious thing. “Yeah,” she growls, then clears her throat. “Do us both a favor and don’t bother coming back. I’m tired of shaping my life around someone who doesn’t even want to be in it.”
“Pow-” Vi reaches for her sister on instinct, and that only incenses the girl further.
“Yeah, you know what? Go. Take your shit and stay gone. I don’t need this shit, and I don’t need you.” Jinx stomps to her room, then slams and locks her door, leaving the both of them emotionally flayed in a salted silence of their own making. Vi breathes in short, angry, panicked bursts as she nearly runs to her own disaster of a room, grabbing her essentials like she really plans to stay gone.
She pauses, her hands shaking, then continues shoving little bits of her life into her duffel bag. If her sister wants her gone, wants her independence, then who is she to deny her? Vindictive hurt floods her veins as tears blur and warp her vision. She wipes her eyes angrily, hissing in disgust, in aggravated embarrassment.
“Fuck this.” Vi whispers as she throws precious memories of her baby sister to the side in favor of her limited valuables. She shoves her favorite jacket on top of the pile of hastily gathered belongings heaped in her bag, then wrenches the zipper closed. On her way out, she slams the key to their front door on the kitchen table, shutting the door with a loud bang. She takes the steps down two at a time and drives away, never once giving into the impulse to look behind her.
Two weeks pass in complete silence, neither sister willing to reach out to the other, and Vi finds herself nearly coming undone at the seams at any mention of her blue haired menace of a sibling. She works at the bar while she sleeps in the little apartment right above it that had been promised to her, before she’d chosen to move in with Jinx following her release from her prison sentence, and her life now doesn’t feel all that different from the one she’d had while in her cell, at the end of each day. She doesn’t talk to anyone she isn’t paid to, and only smiles long enough to get a tip before she drinks herself to sleep at the end of each shift.
Two weeks pass like that, until Vander pulls her aside after a late Friday night shift, her paycheck in one hand, a couple of glasses in the other. Vi raises an eyebrow, but acquiesces, pouring herself into an empty booth as Vander pours their drinks.
“Thanks,” she grunts as he hands her her check and slides a glass with way too much liquor in it over to her side. She stares at it for a moment, then lifts her eyes to his. “You tryin’ to get some secrets out of me, old man?” she asks dryly.
“Don’t seem to want to talk any other way.” Vander replies, his tone more blunt than she’d like it to be. Vi scoffs and takes a long swig from her glass.
“That apartment is yours for as long as you need it,” Vander starts.
“Thanks.” she replies shortly, hoping he will take the hint.
He doesn’t. “I’m just wondering, is all…”
“Yeah, well, don’t.” Vi says sourly, angrily scratching at the beat-up tabletop between them.
“Violet.” Vander barks back tersely, and it’s nothing sort of a warning. Vi shrinks under his disapproval like she’s back to being some punk ass fifteen year old, and her ears burn in humiliation.
“Just...leave it.” she begs, unable to look at the man sitting across from her.
“Judging by the way you two act when you’re apart, I have to question why you’re choosing-”
“She wanted me to go. Wants it. And- fuck, maybe it’s time. She can’t live with me her whole life. She’s gotta do her thing, and I gotta do mine.”
The older man sighs heavily. “And what exactly are you doing, then?”
Vi drains her drink. “Going to bed.” She stands, swaying only for a moment.
“Vi, it isn’t like she can come see you.”
“She could reach out to me a thousand ways without breaking house arrest, which she got under your care, in case you forgot-”
“While acting out because you went and got yourself arrested first.” Vander retorts, his tone even sharper than his words. “And then all she wanted to do was get herself arrested, too. Kept thinking the two of you would be cellmates, together behind bars-”
“You should have stopped her!” Vi screams.
Vander doesn’t respond, just stares at his hands. Vi wants nothing more than to storm upstairs and throw herself into bed, to let the mess be a mess; she’s so tired of always being the one to clean everything up.
She stumbles back to the booth, back to the man she knew longer than she knew her own father. “Vander-”
“She needs you. Never me, or Silco, or the boys, or even Ekko. And you need her, too, even if you’re too bullheaded to admit it.” Vander stands and places a heavy hand on her shoulder.
“Call your sister.”
Vi sighs, resting her head in her hands as Vander locks up around her in silence.
“What if she doesn’t answer?” Vi asks, her meek voice piercing through the quiet like a bullet.
“You call again. You’ve always known her better than anyone-”
“That was before.” Vi protests. “She- it’s all different now.”
“It is,” he admits with a tilt of his head. “And it isn’t.” He watches her, his eyes swimming with warm, loving regret, and Vi feels like she’ll suffocate if she stands under his gaze for much longer. He takes a deep breath. “Go to bed, Vi,” he murmurs tiredly. “Too much whiskey for this conversation.”
“You’re the one who poured,” she reminds him as she climbs the stairs.
“I always did overfill your cup.”
Vi doesn’t think she was supposed to hear that, and she’s too drunk to try and figure out what he could possibly mean. She collapses into her bed that isn’t really her bed, still fully clothed, and buries her face in the pillow beneath her. Sleep taunts her by blurring her vision even further, but it refuses to grant her peace.
Call your sister.
Vi groans, then reaches underneath of herself to fish for her phone. She opens Jinx’s contact and stares at the photo- it’s an old one, one from before all the bullshit, back when she could call her sister by her actual name. Vi closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then calls her sister. The phone rings twice, then gets sent to voicemail; Vi scoffs and ends the call, throwing her phone across the room. She chooses to bury her face in the lumpy pillow she’d grabbed on her way out of her sister’s apartment.
Sleep, the miserable bitch that she is, refuses to come for Vi, no matter how badly she wants it. She rolls onto her side, roughly punching her pillow in frustration. Her phone lights up in the darkness, and her breath catches in her throat. She drunkenly scrambles her way out of bed, flopping to the ground as she rushes to check her notifications.
Flash Sale, 24 Hours Only!
Vi almost screams. She drops her phone into her lap and cradles her face in her hands, breathing deeply as she rocks herself back and forth. She stills, trying her best to steady her breathing as the room spins around her, then screws her eyes shut tightly.
It’s like her little sister’s face is etched into the very flesh of her eyelids- Vi groans in frustration before she angrily unlocks her phone and pulls up her sister’s Instagram account. She cans her profile, sucking her teeth in irritation when she sees there have been no new posts. “Two weeks,” she scoffs, exasperated by her own patheticness. In any other scenario, her sister would be updating every couple of days, and Vi knows Jinx’s radio silence is directed straight at her. She stares at old posts, most of them being solo shots that toe the line in terms of what’s appropriate for the app, all with the intention of luring them back to her other less-than-savory sites.
Vi nearly drops her phone. She half-gathers herself before her fingers are flying over the keyboard on her phone screen, pulling up Jinx’s OnlyFans page. A couple of the more recent, tamer photos are available for view, and Vi breathes out a sigh of relief seeing her little sister alive and well.
“She’s fine,” she breathes, as if reassuring herself, then rolls her eyes at her own pitiful devotion to the same girl who drives her up a wall more often than not.
She scrolls back to the top of the page, and her eyes instantly catch on a new post, made only seconds before. She frowns- it’s late, and her hand itches to text the girl to go to sleep. She sighs, sniffing to herself, then goes back to the post, squinting as she deciphers the slew of inappropriate emoji combinations sporadically scattered between blocks of text advertising brand new content with new, never-before-seen kinks and fetishes.
Vi swallows nervously, her mind racing. What exactly has her little sister been up to in her absence? Her jaw clenches as guilt, the old, familiar friend, flows back through the same old channels in her veins, worn by regular use.
What if something happens, and Vi isn’t there?
Vi pinches the bridge of her nose as takes deep, stuttering breaths and wills her leg to stop bouncing. The end of the post advertises a sale on her subscriptions and Vi doesn’t stop to think before she’s pulling out her credit card and creating an account.
“It’s not weird,” she mutters to herself, though she isn’t even remotely convinced. “I’m just checking up on her, it’s fine.” Her stomach twists and flips as she enters her information, but it doesn’t slow her down. It’s a bad idea, even the mix of alcohol and sleep deprivation can’t silence the part of her screaming at her to stop and turn back before it’s too late. The rest of her knows that it was well past too late when she first hit record on Jinx’s second-hand video camera.
She enters her card number as she curses herself under her breath.
“You’re supposed to protect her, do better for her.” She chastises herself drunkenly as she enters the expiration date from the back of the card. “You’re supposed to stop it all from going too far.”
She hits ‘submit’ and accepts her fate.
Vi wants to regret her decision, but her eyes drink in every inch of Jinx’s flesh without her permission. She looks at the most recent update, primarily just pictures or quick previews of what’s to come. Vi bites her lip, then starts scrolling, her fingers flying as she tries to get to the very beginning. The first few grainy videos are rough, clearly recorded on a webcam, the audio spotty at best. Vi watches each one like she’s studying for a test, rewinds the broken, pitchy moans until she’s shifting restlessly. She takes a deep breath and pulls herself off of her bedroom floor, shuffling back to her messy, half-made bed, her eyes never leaving her phone screen. The next video is the first one she helped film, and Vi bites her lip even harder, going until she can taste blood as her free hand snakes down to unzip her jeans.
Jinx moans in the video, and Vi has to begrudgingly admit that the still-too-expensive-at-the-time, new-to-them-but-still-secondhand camera that Jinx had begged for so relentlessly was a clearly worthwhile investment, given the immediate improvement. Her fingertips lightly brush her clit, and she gasps, nearly dropping her phone in surprise.
“Oh!” Jinx squeals, and Vi huffs in response. She clenches her eyes shut, needing to steady her heart. Her sister keeps moaning, and Vi is hit with vivid memories of being in the room, mere inches away from the younger girl while she whimpered and moaned and fucked herself silly. Vi’s fingers circle her clit, and her eyes fly open as Jinx cries out on her phone screen. Vi whines, then rubs firmer, smaller circles onto herself, her hips twitching as her breath grows more ragged. She watches three more videos like that until she finally reaches a clumsy, half-drunk release that leaves her feeling exhausted yet still so needy. Her eyes burn with fatigue as she watches more and more clips and videos, hours slipping by without her notice.
She wakes up to a completely dead phone battery, her hand still shoved into her pants. She groans, then rolls out of bed, blindly fishing for her charger as she squints against the mid-day sunlight absolutely annihilating her vision and killing her head.
“Fuck,” she whispers to herself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Her screen lights up, indicating that her phone is charging, and Vi drags herself to her feet, half-heartedly stripping as she walks to the bathroom. She throws herself into the shower, putting the water temperature as high as it will go, then hisses as burning-hot water reddens the skin of her chest on contact.
Her eyes ache- she props herself up against the chipped tile wall of the shower, leaning her head against the cool surface as she fights the spinning in her head and the nausea in her stomach. She gags, but keeps herself from actually throwing up, and she feels a sad, pitiful sense of victory.
“Fuck.” She grits through her teeth, one hand coming to roughly pinch and massage at the skin between her furrowed brows. “What the fuck?”
By the time she makes it out of the shower, her skin is a brighter red than her hair. She towels herself off roughly, then walks back to her bed, happily burying her naked form back into her sheets. A quick check of her phone reveals it’s late in the afternoon- she hasn’t missed much besides a few mildly concerned texts from Vander that Vi is all too happy to ignore for the time being. She scrolls through the rest of her sparse notifications, eyes peeled for any mention of her sister.
No text, no calls, not even a fucking Snapchat notification.
Vi calls Jinx again, anger serving as fuel in absence of her preferred alcohol. It doesn’t ring, just goes straight to an automated message telling her that the voicemail box is full, and asking her to please try again. Vi is mortified when twin tears hit her phone screen. She drops it beside her, quickly rubbing at her eyes.
“Whatever,” she croaks. She clears her throat. “I- whatever. I fucking- I tried. I tried.” She slides on the same jeans from the night before, then makes a grab for her nearest shirt. She slides on her jacket and boots without thinking- she doesn’t actually have anywhere to go, but she can’t just stay in an empty apartment and wallow. Her little sister is out in the world living her life, as much as she can under the confines of house arrest, and Vi can see no reason that she shouldn’t do the same.
Vi ends up at the grocery store, of all places. She barely pays attention to what she’s doing, happy to shop on autopilot while she zones out. It isn’t until she’s checking out that she comes back to herself. She swipes her food stamp card with a gulp- it’s far too much for her to eat alone, and most of what she’s bought consists of Jinx’s favorite foods instead of her own. Vi freezes as she’s loading her car, her hands turning a bottle of juice over to look at the label. She laughs to herself when she realizes she’s never even tasted it, just always bought it at her sister’s request. She opens the bottle and takes a sip, feeling her eyes mist as she tastes the juice she’d gotten used to smelling on Jinx’s breath.
Her knees buckle as she’s hit by the familiar weight of grief brought on by missing her sister, by years of separation and pain. She hates how she’s stuck feeling so hopeless all over again. She fights every urge in her body telling her to go to her sister’s apartment, stubbornly forcing herself to return to her own place, instead. She puts away groceries that she knows she won’t eat, then takes a glass and fills it halfway with whiskey, topping it off with the juice, spitefully ignoring the voice in her head that sounds too much like Jinx as it tells her that the mix of whiskey and juice is what they would taste like if only-
Vi takes a bigger gulp of the mixture, savoring the taste. She’s off tonight, and she has no idea of what to do with her free time. She checks her phone again, and considers loading up one of the thousands of apps that she could use for a hookup. She has been damn-near saintly in her restraint in regards to getting laid, and her skin sings for contact.
When she closes her eyes, she can only see Jinx, one of her eyes pink, the other her natural blue. They’re swimming in tears and hurt, and Vi is hit by memories of her sister screaming at her as she chases her latest one night stand out of the apartment.
Her baby sister never did like her bringing other women around.
“It’s my apartment,” Vi scoffs to herself. “She isn’t even here.” She scrolls through her embarrassingly short contact list.
Cupcake.
Vi had liked Caitlyn, once upon a time. They’d met right after Vi’s release from prison- Caitlyn was in charge of helping Vi transition to a life outside bars, though Vi turned out to not need much of her assistance. They’d stayed in touch, regardless, forming a friendship based heavily on flirtation. There had even been a couple of dates, the third ending up at her and Jinx’s place.
The ensuing meltdown that came when Jinx realized the depths of their relationship was unlike anything Vi had ever experienced with her sister. Caitlyn, understandably, ran for the hills as quickly as she could while Vi did her best to contain her sister’s betrayed fury. She hadn’t heard from the woman after that, to no one’s surprise.
Vi finishes her drink, then pours herself another. She opens the contact and types out a message.
Hey.
She takes a sip, then presses send. “Fuck it.” she mutters, rolling her shoulders and neck. Her phone buzzes.
Hey.
Vi huffs, biting her lip.
How are you?
“God, fucking idiot-” Vi slaps her forehead. “Jesus, did I forget how to talk to women?”
That depends. Are you still living with your sister?
Vi’s mood instantaneously sours. “Fuck you.” she sputters angrily, typing the same message and pressing send with vigor.
A minute passes. Joking, joking. Sorry, not funny.
No, it’s not. Fuck yourself.
Vi blocks the contact, her hands shaking in anger, and suddenly, she feels like a teenager all over again, only moments away from beating the shit out of some punk kid for making fun of her baby sister. She cracks her neck, her leg bouncing anxiously. She checks Jinx’s instagram out of habit and a general need to lay eyes on the girl’s face at least once or twice a day. There’s a new post that she was never notified about, and Vi sucks her teeth in frustration as she clicks on it.
It’s far more provocative than her normal posts, and Vi’s jaw clenches as a tidal wave of protectiveness flows through her. “What the hell are you doing?” she hisses, swiping through the pictures until she’s frozen on the last one in the set, her eyes stuck on the unfamiliar hand perched on Jinx’s thigh, holding it open as the person taking the photo stands between her legs. Vi chokes, her fingers flying to Jinx’s OnlyFans, nausea swirling around in her stomach.
There are even more pictures, with videos sprinkled in. Vi feels ice cracking through her chest as she blankly watches the video, the audio turned all the way up. She watches in horror as her sister breathily gasps and moans for hands that aren’t hers, nearly falls to the ground when a voice Vi doesn’t recognize growls “Pow-” before the video cuts to black.
In that moment, Vi finally, truly understands why Jinx would grow so cold at the mere mention of Caitlyn. Vi barely breathes as she calls the girl.
No answer, full voicemail. Try again later.
For the first time in her life, Vi feels herself grow calm in her anger. There is no fiery explosion, just cool calculation. Vi decides in that moment that she is done being ignored, and she refuses to be replaced. She evens out her ragged breathing, stills her trembling hands, and walks to her car, stopping in her tracks to look down at her whiskey-blurred hands.
She’s only a couple of blocks away from her sister- that only makes it all worse. She walks to Jinx’s apartment, internally cursing herself for taking so long to do it in the first place. There’s a car she doesn’t recognize in her usual parking spot, and Vi has to stop and swallow the urge to slash the tires. She gets to the front door, then pauses- she’d left her key, and when she slowly turns the knob, she’s both frustrated and relieved that her little sister has finally learned how to lock the door. Vi takes a slow, measured, even breath, then texts Ekko.
Where are you?
She leans against the wall, bouncing her leg as she impatiently waits for a response.
Left my spare under the welcome mat like a week ago.
Vi looks around, then squats to lift the mat, scoffing in surprise when she sees the key in question.
What if someone found it before me?
Surprised it took you this long, tbh.
Vi sighs, exasperated, then shoves her phone in her back pocket and unlocks the door. Automatically, she’s hit with the thick stench of weed clinging to every surface and hanging heavily in the air, accented with the signature sweetness that anyone who’s spent more than a couple of days in the Lanes could identify as shimmer.
Vi’s calm, collected wrath turns murderous. She closes the door silently behind her, flicking the lock and pocketing Ekko’s spare key before she spots another set with her own key hanging from it. She quickly reclaims it, snatching it violently from the small cluster of keychains. There’s loud music bumping from Jinx’s room, the drums beating in time to Vi’s heartbeat. She slams open her sister’s door to be greeted by a tall, thin back, the stranger’s body blocking her view of the one person she needs to see. Her mind goes blank before she’s dragging the guy off of her half-naked baby sister, easily plucking him from the girl’s thin arms.
“Vi!” Jinx screeches in indignation. Vi ignores her in favor of shoving the half-naked man out of her goddamn apartment. He stumbles as he tries to hurriedly dress himself- he doesn’t bother fighting back against Vi, just allows her to throw his shit at him and slam the door in his face. Vi locks the door for good measure, then turns to meet her sister, still barely-dressed and completely pissed off. Vi smirks, and it only makes the other woman look more rabid.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Jinx screams, rushing at Vi with her nails ready for another taste of blood. Her nails slash at her cheek, then her arms before Vi grabs the girl’s tiny waist, throwing her over one shoulder with minimal effort. Jinx squawks, freezing in Vi’s hold, before she’s squirming and kneeing Vi in the chest.
Vi wastes no time in getting to her old bedroom- she kicks the door in when she finds that it’s also been locked, and she only takes a half a heartbeat to look around, just long enough to see that her room has been carefully straightened and cleaned, then lovingly preserved. She tosses Jinx down on her bed, watches the girl get tangled in her sheets as she lands with her limbs flailing; Vi quickly follows her down, arranging herself between her sister’s splayed legs.
“Slut,” Vi hisses in wounded anger, her heart still aching from seeing some stranger in her home, from feeling his skin, knowing he’s real.
Jinx looks like she’s been slapped. She leans up until their noses brush, her teeth bared. “Pussy,” she spits.
Vi reaches down and grabs Jinx’s hair at the base of her skull, then pulls it until her sister’s head is forced back. Vi stares at the younger woman, licks her lips when she sees the challenge in her eyes. Jinx’s eyes flicker down to stare at her lips, and Vi finally gives into the urges she’s been ignoring for longer than she’s willing to admit. She crushes her mouth against Jinx’s, growling as she tastes shimmer on the girl’s tongue. She pulls back, grabbing her sister’s face with one hand.
“You aren’t stupid enough to be doing drugs on house arrest.” She growls.
“You weren’t here to stop me,” Jinx replies. Her face is screwed up in cruel pride, but her voice is raw in her honesty.
“You said you didn’t need me,” Vi responds, her voice breaking.
There’s fire in Jinx’s eyes, even as tears fall from them. “I lied.”
Vi blankets her sister with her body, burying her face in the girl’s neck as she places kisses there between whispered apologies and placations. Jinx’s hands come up and pull her closer, her nails sharp, even through Vi’s clothes.
“Don’t- don’t go anywhere.” Jinx begs, even as she carefully pushes Vi off of her. “Okay? Don’t leave, I just- I’m all- I’m dirty. ”
Vi frowns, her eyes raking over her sister’s smeared makeup, the obvious streaks on her skin.
“I still wanna, I just- let me take a quick shower.”
Vi nods, then gets up and takes off her jacket and shoes. Jinx nods back. “ Promise me. Promise me you’ll be here when I get back.” Vi steps closer, using a finger to lift Jinx’s chin up, then kisses her slack mouth.
“I’m not leaving,” she murmurs, pecking the girl’s lips a couple more times before she releases her. Jinx smiles hesitantly, and it nearly breaks Vi’s heart. The girl is jittery, and Vi knows that only some of it can be explained away by the drugs. She stands in her room until she hears the shower start- without any further thought, she sheds her clothes and follows the sound of running water and the smell of berry-scented body wash. She doesn’t knock or announce her presence, just lets herself into the bathroom and slides the shower curtain open just enough for her to get in. Jinx spins- she’s washing off what’s left of her makeup, and her eyes are free of her usual pink contacts, and it’s the first time her little sister has looked like herself in a long time.
Vi lifts her hand to cup Jinx’s cheek, gingerly stroking the skin under Jinx’s eye with her thumb. She leans forward and gently brushes their lips together, then grins as Jinx whines in the back of her throat and leans forward to chase Vi’s mouth. “Please,” Jinx whimpers, her hands coming up to scrabble at Vi’s wet skin.
Vi kisses her again, pulling her close. The warm water rushes down their bodies and Vi moans into her sister’s mouth as her hands grapple at her hips.
“I did actually come in here to get cleaned up,” Jinx mumbles, pulling away to lather her washcloth with more soap.
Vi hums, then takes the cloth and starts rubbing and massaging Jinx’s skin, softly smiling as the girl bites nervously at her lip. “You don’t have-”
Vi uses her free hand to gently coax Jinx’s lower lip free from her teeth with her thumb. “I want to.” Vi states firmly, then gently turns the girl to run the cloth over her back. She leans forward and presses a kiss to her shoulder, and Jinx rolls her head to one side, offering Vi access to her neck; Vi happily takes the invitation, to her sister’s delight. Vi smiles against her skin, then wraps her arms around the girl’s waist.
“Clean enough,” Vi mutters, nuzzling the skin behind Jinx’s ear with her nose. Jinx bites her lip again, her hands holding Vi’s arms in place. “Let’s stay in here, just for a couple more minutes.”
Vi bites at Jinx’s earlobe, then nips and sucks at her neck. “What’s wrong?” she asks between kisses.
Jinx shakes her head. “Nothing. This is…this is just more than I thought I’d get. Ever.” Jinx nervously plays with Vi’s fingers while she avoids looking at her.
Vi presses a kiss to the side of Jinx’s face, burying her nose in the girl’s wet hair. “Lose that guy’s number.” she growls, her arms tightening in warning.
“Never had it saved.” Jinx replies flippantly.
“He had my key.” Vi nibbles insistently at her sister’s neck.
“You left it.”
Vi clicks her tongue. “So you gave it to him?”
Jinx shrugs, looking away, and Vi turns her around again, grabbing her face in both hands. “Never again.”
Jinx looks at her, her eyes full of pain and regret and a little bit of panic. “I only gave them away because you-”
“I’m never leaving them again. Never leaving you.” She kisses Jinx’s forehead. “You pissed me off, but I shouldn’t have left just because of that.”
“Yeah, well.” Jinx says, her eyes locked on Vi’s naked chest as if just registering Vi’s nudity, “It’s- it’s good or whatever.” Vi snorts, but her sister doesn’t seem to notice- she sees the girl’s hands twitch nervously at her sides, and grins fondly. She delicately takes her sister’s hands into her own, then places them on her chest.
“Oh,” Jinx gasps, her hands grabbing at soft flesh with little encouragement, her eyes blown wide. Vi chuckles, opening her mouth to tease, only to moan as Jinx tweaks one of her nipples. Her eyes fly up to Vi’s face, and she watches the girl flush bright red.
“Let’s get out now,” Jinx whispers breathlessly as her hands keep grabbing and rubbing. Vi nods, then grabs towels for both of them. They dry off in silence, and when Vi turns to face her sister, she’s greeted with unobstructed naked skin. Jinx is quick to snatch Vi’s towel, her mouth struggling to form her signature shit-eating grin. She steps back, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously.
“Come get it!” she rasps, then turns and runs. Vi smiles, then follows her sister back to her bedroom. Jinx is perched on Vi’s bed on her knees, her hands wrapping and twisting one of her long, long braids into different shapes as she waits for Vi to make her next move.
Vi steps to the edge of her bed and pulls Jinx into a deep, wet kiss- Jinx throws her arms around Vi’s shoulders, slowly pulling her down on the bed as well. Vi is happy to follow her down, even happier to have unmitigated access to her sister’s naked body. Pictures and videos simply don’t do her little sister justice.
She adds more bites to the younger woman’s neck before she gives into Jinx’s wordless begging and goes lower, licking and sucking and nipping a trail down to small, perky breasts and hard, needy nipples. Jinx’s hands tangle themselves in Vi’s half-wet hair, and she gladly accepts that her locks will be a disaster by the end of it all. She kisses and bites her sister’s sensitive breasts until the girl is nearly writhing beneath her.
“Please, Vi.” Jinx begs, her eyes wide open and wet and wanting. Vi smiles at her, then slides even further down her body.
“Fuck,” Jinx gasps as Vi pushes her legs open further, then buries her face in the crux of her thighs. Vi gently noses at the skin there, breathing in her scent and pressing kisses to wet, eager flesh. Jinx’s breath hitches as her fingers scratch at Vi’s scalp, and Vi closes her eyes as she gives in and samples her sister.
“Vi,” the girl gasps, and Vi hums in response, her mouth moving up to suckle at her clit. “I- oh! I love you,” Jinx moans dreamily, and Vi gently slides a finger inside her sister, curling it up to rub at her g-spot as she flicks her tongue at the bud in her mouth.
Jinx’s back arches, and Vi adds another finger, moving them faster as she continues her oral assault. She loses herself in the taste and feeling of her sister, her world narrowing down to the scent she’s buried in, to the moans that escape the girl’s mouth. Her free hand reaches up to grope at Jinx’s chest, and the younger woman whines, humping her hips down onto Vi’s face with fervor. She cums with a broken cry, her head thrown back as she whimpers, clenching around Vi’s fingers. Vi peppers sweet kisses to wet, overstimulated skin.
“Hey,” she calls, her voice hushed.
“Hm?” Jinx hums, her eyes open but glazed over.
“I love you, too.” Vi promises, sucking a bruise onto Jinx’s bared inner thigh.
Jinx sighs sweetly, her lips pulled into a smile, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes are bright and shiny, and Vi feels her heart grow impossibly warm. Her sister reaches for her with a playful pout. “Kisses,” she begs, her hands making grabbing motions. Vi laughs as she obeys, slithering up Jinx’s body. Their lips rejoin, and Jinx wraps her legs around Vi’s waist, then flips the two of them over. Vi grunts, then slides her hands up the smaller woman’s thighs, licking her lips when Jinx shivers from her touch.
“That’s not fair,” Jinx groans.
Vi raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“You look too good.” Jinx whines, her hands quicking finding and fondling Vi’s breasts. Vi arches into her touch, her breathing quickly growing choppy. Her hips twitch, and she rubs her thighs together for some sort of stimulation. Jinx notices, and she shuffles her body down until she’s straddling Vi’s knees.
“Can I try something?” Jinx asks, trying entirely too hard to look innocent, and Vi knows better than to trust her, that the look on her sister’s face alone should be enough to set off warning signals in her head.
Vi looks in her sister’s eyes, blue for once.
“Sure, P- Jinx.”
Jinx bites her lip, tracing patterns known only to her with her nail on Vi’s thigh.
“It’s- I mean, you can- if you want to, you can call me Powder when we, you know-”
Vi chokes, then coughs.
“Sorry.” Jinx grimaces, hiding her face behind her damp bangs.
“No, it’s- you’re good, I just-”
“Forget it.” Jinx says hurriedly. “It’s cool, forget I said anything, okay?” Her cheeks and ears are deep red, and Vi can’t help but to feel bad for embarrassing the girl.
“What did you wanna try?” Vi coaxes her, half sitting up. Jinx clears her throat, then slides off of Vi’s legs, spreading them slowly as she keeps one eye on Vi’s face. Vi nods slowly, letting the girl expose her and giddily arrange herself between Vi’s thighs
“Okay, just…relax.”
Vi frowns. “Jinx-”
Jinx presses a wet, sloppy kiss to Vi’s clit, and Vi sighs in relief. Jinx continues downward, licking and sucking at Vi’s entrance until she fully relaxes into her sister’s hold, hissing through her teeth as Jinx licks and sucks and flicks her tongue against Vi’s most sensitive spots. She gasps, then squeals as Jinx grabs her hips and pulls at her until she’s able to dip her tongue down even further.
“Powder!” Vi squeaks, scandalized- that only makes Jinx more ravenous as she licks over and around the furled entrance of Vi’s ass. “I- wait, oh!”
Jinx giggles for a moment, but quickly focuses on getting better access. Before Vi has a chance to gather her bearings, Jinx is moving her with unexpected strength. Vi blinks, and suddenly, most of her weight is balanced on her shoulders as Jinx nearly folds her in half, her tongue buried in her ass while her nose nudges her clit deliciously.
“Fuck!” Vi grunts, one hand reaching down to flick and rub at her clit while her little sister moans and wiggles her tongue in and out of Vi’s ass. Her orgasm sneaks up on her, hitting her like a lightning bolt. Her breath catches on a pitchy, punched-out moan, and she nearly convulses, her hand reaching down to hold Jinx’s face in place as she humps it. By the time she’s done, the girl’s face is wet, coated from her nose down, and Vi knows she should tell her to go and brush her teeth, but she chooses to grip the back of her neck and yank her up. Jinx sprawls between Vi’s legs, her arms splayed on both sides of Vi’s head to keep herself from headbutting her sister. Vi smirks, then kisses and licks at the younger girl’s mouth.
“Nasty bitch!” Jinx swears with a wide smile, impressed.
“Look who’s talking,” Vi fires back.
“Yeah,” Jinx replies goofily, a huge smile engulfing her face in a way it hasn’t since before Vi got arrested.
Vi’s breath catches in her chest, and she kisses her sister again.
Money is still tight in the Lanes, and Jinx likes making her videos, so her weekly recording schedule doesn’t change. What does change is that Vi picks lingerie she wants to see her sister in, and doesn’t kick herself for enjoying the sight. If Jinx decides her videos need another faceless partner, Vi is quick to step up to fill the role, and whatever orifice her sister asks her to. Jinx makes more money than ever, and Vi ensures that she stays safe and happy in between her shifts at Vander’s.
Vi smiles to herself. The old man didn’t ask her about the apartment, just helped her grab her meager belongings as an excuse to visit Jinx, and patted her shoulder on his way out to tell her he was proud. She skips down the two flights of stairs separating her and Jinx’s apartment from Ekko’s, flashing a crooked grin alongside the six pack she brought to give back his spare key for safe keeping. He raises an eyebrow, and Vi reveals the present she’d been hiding behind her back- a custom designed and painted skateboard, courtesy of Jinx, and he finally gives her that grin he always does, the one that means fond, if not begrudging, forgiveness. They split the 6 pack, and Vi records him doing tricks on his board to send to Jinx.
They spend hours like that, and she gets home after a long night with groceries in-hand. When she unlocks their door, Jinx is standing in their living room, wearing a neon pink thong and one of Vi’s old shirts.
“Hey. Wanna fuck on the couch? I don’t feel like changing the sheets right now.”
“Yeah.” Vi answers quickly, bolting to the kitchen to put the brown paper bag containing their necessities on their rickety table, laughing as Jinx impatiently pulls at her clothes. She takes off her jacket and kisses her sister, smiling as she tastes citrusy sweetness.
“Got you more juice,” Vi mumbles against Jinx’s lips.
“You’re the best,” Jinx replies, hurriedly, her hands fumbling with Vi’s belt.
“Yeah?” Vi watches her, licking her lips as she slides her fingers under the waistband of Jinx’s thong.
“Yeah,” Jinx responds, her tone colored with irritation. “You’re the greatest, the hottest, I’ll eat your ass if you just take this stupid thing off! ”
Vi cackles and helps the girl, then grabs her shoulders and pushes her back towards their couch, knowing her sisters will all-too-eagerly fulfill her promise. She stops by the front door on their way through and locks it, reaching in her back pocket to fish out her keys so she can throw them in the bowl Jinx put next to it. Jinx, for her part, stops for a moment to caress Vi’s face, her eyes searching Vi’s for just a moment before she’s licking her lips and bending Vi over the arm of the couch.