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Vi couldn't believe her luck when the older girl had smiled at her, her blue hair almost a perfect mix of her mother’s and Powder’s. Vi was just a scrawny kid from the lanes, trying her best to put on some muscle and trying to fill out her clothes in ways that would make her look cooler.
More desirable.
But the girl, much more of a woman than her, had laughed at her stupid jokes and looked at her in something like awe when she showed off.
Powder was sitting close by, not at all amused by the way Caitlyn had humored her sister and muttered angrily.
In the beginning Vi had just hoped to steal some cogs off the girl, clearly a Piltover native who strolled a bit too far from home, maybe in an act of rebellion. An easy target for Powder to clumsily stumble against and Vi to stroll up all gentleman like and help her up, while Powder would sneak off with her wallet.
But the girl had been smarter than that, had grabbed Powder when she ran into her and held onto her with little force needed, clearly older and far more well-nourished than her baby sister, all gangly-limbs and no fat to her bones.
"Hey now," she had said, trying to keep Powder calm who had started to yell, "I am the one being robbed, what are you yelling for?"
Vi had stepped in, trying to save her sister, when the girl had smiled at her.
"Oh, so a whole thing?" she had asked with a knowing smile and Vi immediately felt heat rush to her face.
"We're sorry," she had blurted out and Powder had stared at her incredulously.
"Powder, come on. Give her back her wallet."
"But Vi!" her sister had yelled and the girl had laughed.
“How about you two make it up to me?” she had said with a smug smile and it was over for Vi.
Now having sex in exchange for cogs was not unheard of in the Undercity. Hell, Vi had considered it more than once, but the thought of a man on top of her had made her so queasy she wasn't sure she could stop herself from throwing up all over them.
Having sex with someone you actually want to have sex with often meant the other person got the short end of the stick, one way or the other.
Having one's first time with someone you liked was considered a small miracle and getting to do all three things, Vi was certain, was nothing short of a miracle.
There was a voice in her head that sounded annoyingly like Vander that maybe there was something wrong with pulling Powder into this, but there was a far louder voice strumming through her entire body that made the nub at her heated core stand at attention and her boy shorts wet.
And that voice was of firm belief that Powder was lucky to have sex with such a beautiful woman and Vi being there meant that she could make sure it would be good. There was, maybe, also a part that thought having Powder there would make it better for herself, but she stomped down that part the same way she did whenever she saw the girl naked in the bathroom.
It was easy to find a room, nobody in Zaun asked many questions and especially not if their customer was as eloquent as Caitlyn. The annoyed man behind the counter spared Vi and Powder barely a glance before he handed Cait the keys with a murmured “second floor, third room to the left” and went back to his magazine.
All three went up the desolate stairs, Powder’s and Vi’s hands so strongly interlocked both their fingers had turned white. Cait led them, looking back at them from time to time with almost a motherly expression, as if she wanted to make sure her trophies hadn’t sneaked off.
As if Vi would have even humored the thought.
The entire way from their first meetup, up to the derelict rentroom the young girl was wrestling her nerves. She was sweating, her bandages feeling all too tight all of the sudden and her boxer shorts clinging incessantly to her thighs. Her heart was racing while she reminded herself again and again that this was not a dream.
Not only would she be the first one to lift the veil over the great secret of losing the V-Card, her partner would also be this incredible beauty. Mylo and Claggor would never find a Piltie; Caitlyn probably bathed twice a day in clean, hot water just because she could.
“Vi,” Powder was pulling her older sister's arm desperately, trying to get her attention. They were standing in front of the door to the room; Cait was just opening the lock. Vi had spent the last bit of time imagining herself bragging in front of her brothers.
Now she saw that Powder seemed to be affected by all this just as her, but unlike Vi she seemed more scared than excited. She was sweating, her head bright red, clearly aware of what they were about to do, but her face was drawn into a worried grimace, staring at Cait’s back as if she feared that when the woman turned around, she would gobble her up.
Maybe she would, Vi thought with a smirk, her glance going lower, over ample cheeks to toned thighs. She wasn’t sure how she would react if Caitlyn really did try to eat Powder out, the thought weirding her out in the way that made her feel like she should be the one doing it, not a stranger.
But of course, it shouldn’t be her sister doing that to Powder, she reminded herself. Cait finally opened the door and led the two girls in, her arms outstretched and Vi grabbed Powder more firmly, dragging her behind.
“Come on,” Vi hushed her sister, “It’s gonna be okay.”
“Why don’t you two sit with me?” Cait suggested, sitting down on the kingsize bed with its ill-fitting sheets and sewn together covers.
The room was a hovel at best, clearly meant for nothing more than hurried coupling and even more hurried getaways right after. There was a sturdy table, but no chairs and the door frame that led to what Vi assumed was the bathroom was hung with a motheaten curtain.
Cait didn’t seem to mind all that much, looking quite comfortable on the edge of the bed, even if she seemed very eager for the girls to join her. She once again stretched out her arms, beckoning the sister with her hands to come closer.
“I won’t bite,” she promised and Vi chuckled. “At least not at first.”
Powder was shivering as Vi tried to push them forwards and finally, finally she realized that she couldn’t keep going if her sister wasn’t in this with her. She didn’t want to hurt the girland she didn’t want to do something that would scare her off sex in general.
Luckily, it seemed Cait was far more aware of the dilemma Vi found herself in, because she took a curious glance at Powder, then chuckled conspiratorially.
Caitlyn was no fool.
She was aware that this was the first time for both the hotheaded older sister, Violet, and the grumpy smaller one, Powder. That had made the whole idea so appealing to her.
When she had ventured into the Undercity, following some rumors that the prostitutes there would do things the ones in Piltover wouldn’t even dream of, she had been a woman on a mission. With a bag full of cogs and the newest hextechstrap she could get from Jayce already on, she made her way over the bridge with excitement.
When the bluehaired girl had run into her, she had felt the deft little hands right on her wallet, the strap so close that the contact was new and obvious to her. It was easy to keep her from running and when the redhead arrived to save the girl, she had been able to disarm her with nothing but a smile.
She assumed Vi was maybe 6 or 7 years younger than her, probably right in the throes of puberty, with Powder being around 11 or 12. Normally, she wouldn’t have gone for that, sex with virgins tended to be more of a turn off for her, but the idea of having two of them, clearly sisters, stirred something inside of her.
Humoring the clumsy attempts of Vi at flirting and showing off the little muscle she had been able to put on under the conditions of clear malnourishment had been easy. And listening to the little, annoyed grumbles of Powder, so clearly jealous of the attention, had steeled her resolve.
She promised the older one some cogs and a good time and Vi had grabbed her little sister so fast that Cait had to hold back laughter. There was something endearing about the two of them.
The entire way to the motel room Vi had been clearly distracted, staring at Cait’s face, her ass and her chest. Powder had been more resistant, throwing her cautious glances and trying to hold her sister back again and again. When they finally made it into the room, Cait had known that it was Powder who she really had to get on her side.
Vi was too horny to even realize what kind of fucked up situation this was.
“How about you two help each other get out of these clothes?” Cait asked with a wink to Powder, “I would love to see that.”
Vi immediately blushed, staring at Cait with a helpless expression and then turned to her little sister with worry. She bit her lip, seeing how Powder lit up at the suggestion.
Powder herself seemed immediately up for it, even forgetting her worry over Caitlyn for a moment, instead staring at Vi’s… Oh, Caitlyn had been right, little Powder had been jealous. The chance of getting to see her older sister naked seemed to be all that was needed to win her over.
So Cait got comfortable, leaning back on the bed, palming the strap in her pants with lazy touches. It was sensitive and straining. Cait was glad she had chosen the more restrictive shorts for this; she didn’t want to scare the two with a boner.
Meanwhile Vi had leaned down to Powder, tugging at the shirt of the smaller girl.
“Arms up,” she mumbled clearly embarrassed and Powder obeyed.
The shirt was off fast, the barely there buds exposed to the cold air.
“Now you,” Powder demanded and Vi just nodded, not daring to look at her sister while she struggled out of her own top.
Never before had she felt so stupid for wearing three layers on top of each other, but here she was, trying to get off the vest at the same time she was trying to get rid of the shirt and Cait had to laugh.
“Powder, help your sister?” she asked in a friendly tone and Powder threw her an annoyed glance, clearly longing to do so but unsure if she could touch her big sister.
“I got it,” Vi lied, her head stuck in the shirt, her bound chest exposed.
Cait nodded at Powder, winking sneakily at her. That was what it took to get the girl to finally lay her hands on Vi and both sisters shuddered at the first contact, Powder’s deft hands quickly saving Vi. She helped her arms out of the vest, then pushed the shirt further up until Vi was able to get the rest off.
She held onto both with one hand, her other about to touch Powder’s face, as if to caress, but still so clearly scared.
Powder on the other hand was looking at her like she was seeing Vi for the first time. She stole some glances over the bandages she had seen a thousand times, but never been allowed to stare. Her eyes though found Vi’s again and again, full of longing.
“Suddenly so shy?” Cait broke the moment with a grin, looking at Vi.
“Well, she is my sister,” Vi tried to defend herself, using the chance to break eye contact and instead stare at the floor, unwilling to face any of them.
“You brought her here,” Cait reasoned, “And she clearly seems enamored with you.”
Powder didn’t even argue, she just looked up at Vi, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, almost swaying with nervous energy. She didn’t seem to dare to say anything and the thousand words on Vi’s lips died when she saw the way her sister was yearning for her.
She had brought her here, she couldn’t blame anyone for this but herself.
And she knew deep down that she could have just sent Powder on her way earlier, The Last Drop was close by, her sister would have been able to get there without trouble. She had wanted Powder with her, had always felt more brave with her by her side.
Collecting all her courage, she leaned down to kiss her sister. Powder froze, unprepared for the sudden burst of bravery and wholly inexperienced.
Both sisters seemed like they hadn’t kissed before, not in that way at least, Vi taking the lead with a clear idea of what it was supposed to be like but unable to move her own lips like that yet. Powder on the hand made up for it with clear enthusiasm, little sounds of happiness escaping from her, cute mewls as her older sister leaned down more and more, finally touching, holding.
There was beauty to it; Cait was willing to concede, and if she hadn’t been so horny herself, she would have enjoyed just watching the two of them slowly learning each other. Vi was clearly longing to touch Powder’s chest, to get rid of her pants, her broader hands so easily covering her skin, but always stopping just short of her targets.
Powder was growing impatient and finally she dissolved the kiss, her own hands now struggling with Vi’s chest binding.
“Powder,” the older girl warned but Caitlyn hushed her.
“Let her see,” she ordered and Vi stared at her, her eyes falling to Cait’s hands, which were now clearly jerking the strap in her pants.
Her expression turned hooded, the clear arousal making her realize what they were here for. What Vi had hoped for.
She made quick work of her binding, throwing them to the floor together with the vest and shirt and kneeled in front of Powder to take off her pants.
“You okay?” she whispered and Powder nodded urgently, the little hands in Vi’s hair, holding, caressing.
Vi closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a breath and then finally leaned forward, kissing Powder’s stomach. She held her sister with one hand safely around her waist, the other traveling all the way up to her chest, squeezing gently and sighing when she heard Powder’s little squeal.
Vi’s breasts were a sight to behold, well endowed for her age, her nipples already hard. She seemed uncomfortable having them exposed, curling slightly in on herself while she kissed up and down her sisters stomach and chest.
Powder reached for Vi’s breasts, petting over them with uncertainty, but Vi didn’t stop her. She let her sister hold them, chuckling when the little hands squeezed.
Cait watched them for a bit, letting them get comfortable, before she cleared her throat, making both of them look at her in confusion. Vi seemed to have forgotten that they had an audience, but Powder was only annoyed with the interruption. Cait almost felt bad, holding up a hand and becking both of them closer.
This time Powder seemed more willing, her sister's hands on her making her more amendable. They got within Cait’s reach and she took in the sight of the smaller girl, all goosebumps and angry scowls. There was already a very visible wet patch on her panties and Cait chuckled, as she reached for them.
Vi in the meantime was reaching for her own pants, one hand still on Powder’s waist, Powder’s hands around Vi’s neck.
Cait made quick work of getting Powder out of her underwear, even if the little girl grumbled. She flung the wet piece of fabric to the rest of the siblings' clothes on the dirty floor and pondered how to best position them for her.
Vi was only in her boyshorts now, uncertain how to proceed as Cait shifted on the bed. She patted the space beside her, beckoning Powder to sit down.
The girl followed the instruction, Vi followed behind, not willing to lose the contact. Cait had wondered how she would get her to keep going but realized her worry was for naught: Vi immediately was back on her sister. Leaning over her, kissing her mouth, her face, her neck. Now that the first insecurities were brushed aside, it seemed like there was no holding back for the redhead anymore.
Vi didn’t remember why she ever forbade herself from touching her sister.
Hearing her little sounds escape the mouth that she wished she could kiss forever, feeling her shiver under the touch, Powder’s fingers on shoulders, her neck, her breasts. It was heaven and she would never deprive both of them of this, she couldn’t.
Vi had almost forgotten about Caitlyn, which was bordering insanity, considering they wouldn’t have been here without her. But when she felt a traveling up her thighs, teasing just under the hem of her boyshorts, Vi remembered.
She turned around to the woman, her hand still roaming over Powder’s body. She didn’t have the guts to tell her that she had no idea what to do now, apart from sneaking into Babette’s and getting glimpses of the real deal, she was woefully inexperienced.
“Want to make your sister feel good?” Caitlyn had a hungry expression on her face, pupils dark and a dangerous smile.
She tugged at Vi’s underwear as the older sister nodded, “Gotta get these off first.”
Vi wanted to tell her that it was kind of unfair, Cait still was fully dressed, but she didn’t want to say or do anything to offend so instead she obeyed. Cait helped her get out of this last piece of clothing as Powder got more brave with her exploration, squeezing one of Vi’s nipples, making her hiss.
“Sorry,” she immediately mumbled and Vi shook her head.
“It’s okay, just surprised me.”
“Keep doing that, Powder,” Cait instructed. “Meanwhile I will show Vi what to do to make you feel good.”
Vi didn’t fully understand, until she felt fingers on her cunt. Feather-light touches at first, but it surprised her enough to buckle. It was different from touching herself, both more embarrassing and more intense.
“Imitate what I do.”
It seemed easy enough, even if Vi felt her heart in her throat. Powder lay under her, staring up at her with wonder and what Vi imagined to be lust. It was a strange thing to see and still so endearing to her, leaning forward slightly to press her lips to her sister’s again.
“You feel okay?” she whispered and Powder nodded urgently.
“Please keep going.” Her voice was small and jittery and when Vi felt Cait’s fingers spreading her, she did the same for her sister.
Cait behind them hummed in content, one hand massaging Vi’s cheek as the other idly explored her slit; her fingers trailing from her hard clit up over her exposed, clenching hole, to her anus.
Vi clenched involuntarily, she wasn’t sure if she liked that, but when she imitated the movements on her sister, Powder sighed dreamily. She wasn’t as wet as Vi was, maybe because of the nerves, maybe because she was younger or a mix of both. It made Vi wish that she had done this alone with her sister, feeling guilt for bringing her into this situation.
But Powder finally seemed like she was enjoying herself.
Laying under Vi as she looked at her with such love and adoration was beyond anything Powder could have dreamed off.
She had spent many nights, sneaking up in her sister's bed, getting hugged tight like a teddy while dreaming of her sister’s lips on hers. The reality was far better than any rose-tinted dream. It was even worth having the Topsider here.
Vi was gentle with her, her face flush, her eyes sparkling and Powder tried to keep her own open, just so she could bask in the sight. Whatever Cait was doing, Vi did to her; calloused hands opening her up with care, as if she was special, as if she was precious.
Her hands glided over her heated core, shaky as Vi tried to do it right while also having it done to her. Powder felt herself getting warmer and warmer, trying to lay still so Vi would have an easier time as she was holding herself over Powder with one hand, right beside her head. She was fisting the fabric and trying to stifle the moans escaping instinctively.
Cait was good at what she was doing and Powder found herself wishing she could do the same for her sister. Wondering if Cait would teach her.
When said “You should try just one,” Powder did not fully realize what she could have meant until Vi’s middle finger started to rub at her entrance, making Powder’s breath hitch.
She instantly stopped, worried, looking at her sister while biting her lower lip.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?”
She saw Cait’s face peering down at her over Vi’s shoulder and there was a strange feeling of being safe here, even with this stranger, so she shook her head.
“Make sure it’s wet,” Cait said matter-of-factly before disappearing from Powder’s sight again and Vi nodded.
She threw Powder a questioning glance as she started to gather as much slick as she could. Powder smiled tentatively at her, nodding and trying to relax as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of being stretched. Vi pushed slowly, her eyes rapidly switching between her face and where she entered her, a low moan escaping both her and Powder.
“Feels good, baby?”
Powder nodded, leaning up on her elbows to watch her sister penetrate her, seeing Cait’s arm between Vi’s legs setting a punishing pace.
“Do you feel good, too, Violet?” she asked, Violet shaking with effort.
“Yeah,” Vi moaned, pushing her forehead against Powders. When she finally managed to push all the way inside, Powder felt strangely full. She was much smaller than her sister, her body unfamiliar with the heat that was coursing through her veins.
Vi began to move, slow and thorough, her eyes closed as she felt finally comfortable enough to give into the feeling. She sighed, her moans stifled as if she was afraid of destroying the mood if she got too loud.
Powder wanted to make her feel good too, reaching out with one hand to her sister's chest, squeezing, dragging her thumb over her nipple.
“Keep doing that,” it was a throaty, urgent sound Vi made and Powder felt pride rise in her chest.
She wanted to hear more of it.
Cait's face appeared in the edge of her vision, a blush on her cheeks that made her look even more pretty than before. Powder started to see why Vi wanted her to be with them. She winked at the younger girl, putting a finger to her lips before sucking it into her mouth, getting it wet. She then lowered it between Vi’s legs, higher than her other hand currently working her into a frenzy and whatever it was she was doing, it made Vi cry out.
“Fuck, fuck,” Vi chanted, falling forward into Powders chest, trying to keep the pace of her finger. Powder laid back down, putting her arms around her sister’s neck and kissing her head, little moans spilling out of her as she watched.
“You’re going to cum?” Cait asked with a grin, concentrating on the task at hand as Vi kept chanting, nodding her head. Her hand had stilled and Powder couldn’t care less, her other arm around the little body, holding onto dear life.
It was the most beautiful thing Powder had seen in her young life.
Hearing Vi’s keening whines and feeling her tremble against her was worth everything that ever led them up to this moment.
Vi was shaking, positively wrecked, her breath ragged and the hand on Powder’s waist clenching and unclenching without thought. Finally she stilled with a hoarse cry, squeezing Powder to the point of pain.
Cait slowed down when the sounds became pained, chuckling to herself and grinning up at Powder, who was still staring in wonder at her sister.
“She looks good like that, huh?” she asked and Powder nodded.
She couldn’t really hate the Topsider now, not when her sister was gripping her like Powder was her lifeline.
“Let’s give her a minute. You want to come up here?” Cait helped Vi get situated on the bed, stopping her from squishing Powder and curl up around her instead. She patted the edge of the bed to beckon her closer and Powder, feeling bashful but suddenly a lot more brave, crawled up to her.
“Can I have taste?” she asked as if Powder was a delicacy, some expensive Piltover treat and she swallowed but nodded.
Cait’s lips were soft, she gently pressed her lips to Powders and immediately started to lead, on hand caressing her side as the other found its way up her back, her neck and finally the back of her head, keeping her still. She opened her mouth slightly, Powder felt her tongue over her lips and giggled.
“Ew,” the girl laughed embarrassed and Cait looked at her with an amused smile.
“Don’t want to try that?” she asked and Powder shook her head.
“Not even when you could teach your sister after?”
The thought of her own tongue in Vi’s mouth had never occurred to her before. It sounded like the most brilliant thing anyone had ever thought of.
“Would she like that?”
“Yeah,” Cait laughed breathily, “I think she would like that.”
Powder opened her mouth and Cait went to kiss her again as if she wanted to devour her. She was less gentle now, holding Powder closer and the girl felt the heat from before stirring up again.
Stirring behind her was Vi, her hands on her hips, clenching again, this time possessively, making Powder moan. She wondered if Vi, now that she got over whatever had possessed her earlier, realized that doing this as a trio meant sharing.
“Don’t do that thing you did with me on her, Cupcake,” she heard Vi growl low, pushing up herself, kissing her way up Powder’s back until she felt her breath against her ear.
Cait pulled back, a cheeky grin spreading as she looked past Vi, almost as if to challenge her.
“You are back with the living fast.”
Vi made a sound of indignation, and Powder shivered at the closeness, feeling her sister press up to her. There was no heat to it and she knew it was her way of taking Cait up to the challenge.
“I’ll let you know I am something of a brawler.”
“Oh yeah?” Cait gave back with goodnatured humor, “Care to prove that?”
It seemed that they had forgotten about Powder pressed up between them and she didn’t know how she felt about that until she felt two sets of hands grabbing at her body, massaging roughly and claiming.
“Sure thing,” Vi finally gave back and Cait let go of Powder, letting Vi pull her into an embrace. The older girl watched Cait while she let her hands roam, one traveling low, snaking its way back to Powder’s core.
Both sisters watched as Cait undid her pants, not taking them off but finally freeing the member that had been straining against the textile since they had undressed themselves.
It was not organic, Powder immediately realized, glowing blue, a faint humming audible now that it was freed of its confines. And it was definitely too big for her to take and she slowly turned up her gaze to Vi, who was gulping. She clearly had not been prepared for this turn of events and when Cait saw her shocked expression, she burst out laughing.
“Too much for a brawler like you?”
Vi bristled, clenching her jaw.
“Naw, seems pretty small to me,” she claimed with false bravado and not a single soul in the room believed it.
“Let’s see you take it then,” Cait kept up, sitting down beside the sisters, leaning back.
“Your sister didn’t get to fully enjoy herself yet, though. How about you get on my lap and Powder here gets onto my face?”
She was met with stunned silence, Vi clearly fighting with herself. Powder had an idea what was going on between those grey eyes; her hands possessively roaming over her body, her fingers twitching.
Vi was so bad at picking her fights, she really was.
“Sure,” she finally said, turning Powder to herself and pushing their lips together - clearly intent on staking a claim.
Powder let her, sighing happily against her while Cait hummed.
When she finally let Powder go, Vi seemed a bit braver, a bit more like herself and she smiled at her sister, pushing her gently towards Cait.
“Go on then,” she said as she positioned herself on Cait's legs, sizing up the strap like it was an opponent.
“I mean it though,” she grumbled as she tried to find a comfortable position, “No funny business with my sister.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Cait promised, helping the girl put her knees to each side of her head. She guided her down, smiling up at her as Powder seemed hesitant.
“How are you gonna breathe?”
“Oh, I’ll be fine,” she promised, pulling her down with a bit more force now.
Powder obeyed, getting settled on the lower half of Cait’s face. She immediately felt something wet and hot sliding up her slit and almost fell forward.
Cait held her, smiling and humming in satisfaction, the vibrations feeling strange and pleasurable against Powder’s core and she leaned back, feeling Vi’s presence there. Behind her Vi had come to rest, moans somewhere between pain and pleasure, muscles taunt.
She couldn’t see but she felt her sister lean against her, kissing her neck and her shoulders as Cait kept going, opening up Powder further, exploring more of her.
Caitlyn was in heaven. Vi was as tight as she was stubborn, sinking down the strap slowly, her velvety heat enveloping it. She hissed and moaned but she didn’t give up, her hand furiously rubbing at her clit, hitting the strap from time to time with her knuckles. Powder above her face shuddered as she licked up her virgin slick. It was slightly sweet and not yet tinged by the taste that came with age, something Cait would surely miss if she didn’t get these two to repeat this experience.
She vowed to spend her entire fortune if it meant keeping them.
When Vi finally bottomed out, Cait had to halt herself from immediately thrusting up. Instead she held onto Powder’s thighs, keeping her close and teasing her entrance with her tongue. She was so small and tight, Cait mushing her nose against her clit as she tried to get her relaxed. The little moans and mewls above her were music to her ears and when Vi finally moved, stars burst behind her eyes.
She groaned, Powder above her buckling from the vibrations and wild declarations to take care of them, to take them home and build them a castle were on Cait’s lips as she dove in, finally getting to to taste the inside of the young girl as Vi’s pushed herself up and lowered herself down in long, even strokes. She clearly was trying to get used to the stretch.
Powder cried out and Cait opened her eyes in surprise, seeing Vi biting the girl’s shoulder, her only warning before Vi started to move in earnest, fast and deep, clenching around Cait. She had to let go of one of Powder’s thighs, reaching down for Vi’s instead to keep her steady, to keep her still as she started to match her speed, making sure to listen to every sound of the older sister. She held onto Powder, groping and squeezing her chest as she kissed and bit her neck and shoulders, marking her.
She wondered what Powder would look like if Vi was fucking her while she fucking Vi into her.
“Something’s coming,” Powder above her whimpered and Cait felt another surge of heat, the girl hadn’t even had an orgasm before.
She dove in with fervor, making sure to keep her nose pressed against her clit as moved her tongue, keeping it as wide as she could to make her feel the slight stretch. Vi was whimpering, stuttering in her movements, trying her best to keep a rhythm while trying to get off.
Cait grabbed her thigh tighter, forcing her down, making her sway her hips instead while Cait kept thrusting up. Powder came with a cry, shuddering and shaking as she tried to steady herself. Vi grew tight, crying out herself, both girls stumbling over the edge in close succession, clinging to each other.
She wanted them, hearing their beautiful noises as they held onto each other, Cait finally felt her own release, the strap making it feel so much more focused on her clit than normal. She bucked up, keeping Vi close as Powder slid off her face, the orgasm almost hurting Cait as if she was getting drained.
When she came down both girls were still on top of her, Vi still clenching around her from the aftershocks as Powder shuddered and whimpered silently. Cait tried to catch her breath, running her hands up down wherever she could reach them, massaging the younger to sooth her.
“Can I move?” Vi mumbled with a small voice, suddenly shy.
“Of course, Darling,” Cait said with as much warmth as she could muster, hissing as the girl got up. She helped them get situated beside them, Vi curling around Powder, engulfing her sister to steady her as much as herself.
They both melted into each other, their eyes closed, their breathing ragged. Powder was the first to smile, tentatively and insecure, but clearly there. She had stopped whimpering and Cait almost felt like she was intruding on something secret.
Instead she leaned down, kissing first Powder's forehead, earning her an earnest giggle, then Vi’s. The older girl opened her eyes and looked up at her in wonder and fear, like a hurt animal being met with kindness and food.
“Did you have a good time?” Cait asked and meant it as she caressed her face, scooting closer to press against Powder.
“Yeah,” Vi whispered, her lips trembling.
“That’s good,” she promised her, “It’s meant to be nice.”
Vi bit her lower lip, looking at her sister who was quickly claimed by sleep.
Cait followed her gaze and smiled warmly.
“There is worse in the world, you know,” she promised. “Worse people. Worse acts.”
Like picking up two children in the lanes and fucking them in a cheap motel for some cogs.
Cait suddenly felt dirty, something she hadn’t experienced before, no matter how depraved her adventures got in the brothels. She assumed it meant something. She assumed she should take responsibility.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Vi finally whispered, pressing her thighs together and Cait looked at her in confusion, following the movement and oh - so the feeling of being drained had a physical reason to it.
She wasn’t sure if there would be any consequences to this, but she couldn’t feel worried about it. Instead she leaned down, kissing Vi again, gently, like a lover would.
“I won’t. I can take care of you. Or I can leave and you will never see me again, whatever you want. I would like to take care of you two, though.”
“That would be nice,” Powder mumbled between them, pushing her face against Cait’s still dressed chest.
“Yeah,” both Vi and Cait agreed as they looked at the youngest.
“That would be nice.”