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June 2023
The yelling had finally quieted down. It was muffled and the exact words were hard to discern, but Primrose was relatively confident as to the argument's contents. It was always the same, anyways.
She sighed and rolled over to the other half of her bed. She should have been used to overhearing these confrontations, them happening at least twice a week and all, but they still rattled her every time. She was rarely caught in the crossfire herself anymore—the times she had attempted to do so felt utterly futile and drained the scarce will she had left—but the knowledge of the torment occurring just down the hall was nearly as difficult to handle.
Her parents were awful. She had probably known that for a while, but it was never easy to form the shape of that emotion into clear thought. Something about believing in the best for those you're the closest to even when they don't deserve it. She had no qualms about it now, though. She had given them twenty years of patience and hope and they had blown every opportunity to show they deserved it.
Quick footsteps echoed from the hall, growing louder and closer. As their volume increased, light sobs began to make themselves known as well. Primrose shifted, sitting up to rest rather uncomfortably on the bed she had outgrown years ago.
The noises paused, and a small tap against the wood of her door indicated a knock that was abandoned at the last possible moment. The house fell quiet and still for a brief moment before the turn of the doorknob and the creak of its hinges rung out.
Gently shutting the door behind her, Gardenia stood stone-still. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her gaze seemed to wander far past the walls of the small bedroom. Her posture made it appear as if she hadn't realized where her legs had brought her.
"Nia…" Primrose's voice was scratchy.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know…" Gardenia trailed off, her eyes still looking at nothing. "Can I…?"
Primrose extended her arms weakly, a gentle invitation. "Come here."
Gardenia slowly paced towards the small bed, pausing by its side before lifting the thin covers and slipping underneath them. Primrose carefully wrapped her hands around her younger sister's back, offering the girl the chance to break away from the touch if she wished. Gardenia instead pressed forward, nuzzling herself against Primrose's chest and holding her tight.
After several failed attempts, Gardenia started to get words out. "T-they told me they want me out by the end of the month. That they were kind enough to let me stay even though I've been an adult for a year. I…"
Primrose gently stroked her sister's hair, shushing her in the most soothing tone she could manage. "It's alright. Just let it out."
Gardenia was full of nothing but sniffles, her wet eyes leaving dark stains on Primrose's top. "I hate them so fucking much."
"Yeah. I…" Primrose mulled over her next words carefully, her grip around the girl tightening as she did. "… I do too."
"Prim, do you… are you gonna stay? They don't… I think you're… I don't know." Gardenia was starting to shake.
"Hey, I'm right here. I'm not going to let you end up on your own, okay?"
Gardenia nodded against Primrose's breast.
"You applied to my school, right? Last year?"
Another soft acknowledgement.
"We can find a place nearby. Stay together as long as we need to."
Gardenia leaned back to look up at her sister. "As long as… we need to? Are you going to—"
"No. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry. I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay…"
The room fell quiet once more. What more was there to say? It always ended up like this—Primrose trying to comfort her little sister when she needed her most and somehow finding a way to fuck it up.
She was so tired. It was harder to believe every day, but she knew they deserved better than this. Better than the fucked up hand they had been dealt. Primrose certainly didn't have it easy, not with the seemingly endless list of things she figured she would easily fulfill the diagnostic criteria for, but Gardenia… the way she was treated nearly made Primrose violent. She knew Gardenia hadn't wanted to come out to their parents, at least not the way it had happened. They were both aware it wasn't going to be received well. It still didn't make it ache any less whenever she heard that now unfamiliar name shouted, their mom's voice loud enough to shake the foundation of the suburban shithole Primrose could never really call a home.
"Prim…"
"Mhm?" Primrose hummed.
"Love you."
"I love you too, sweet girl."
Gardenia shifted, pressing even further into Primrose, gripping at her waist as if she was afraid she might slip away.
It felt innocent enough at first. It always did. A desperate, beaten girl holding onto the one anchor she had left in a world that seemed to kick her down at every opportunity. Primrose just wanted her sister to feel the little bit of safety that she hadn't been able to find anywhere else. It never ended at that, though. It hadn't in a long time.
Primrose felt her sister's body shifting, hips dragging slowly across her thigh. Gardenia was trying to hide it, but she was already whimpering. Her need pressed sharply against Primrose, the latter trying to suppress the sound of an anxious swallow.
"I-I'm sorry."
Primrose sighed deeply. "It's okay. Just do what you need to."
"I-it's… it's not okay."
Another long breath. "Yeah. It's not."
Gardenia was trembling. "I'm so fucked. I'm sorry."
"Hey," Primrose reached to cup her younger sister's cheek, tilting her head to meet her eyes. "What do you want?"
"I…" Gardenia shut her eyes and shook her head rapidly, as if through sheer willpower alone she could dispel her desire.
"You can tell me. I'm here."
The tears had returned in full force, a river running sideways down Gardenia's face as she continued to thrust against her sister's leg. "C-can I… can I fuck you? Please?"
Primrose's heart stopped in her chest. She had been prepared for most answers to the question. She knew where Gardenia's head was at. The straightforward response, though, was unexpected. It was… they shouldn't do that. They couldn't do that.
"Nia…"
"Sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."
Primrose did her best to mask the nervousness in her voice. "It's… is that what you need?"
Gardenia didn't answer.
Primrose exhaled, reaching a hand down to cup between her sister's legs. She felt so pent up, her cock already as hard as it could get. Gardenia tried and failed to suppress a moan as Primrose began to firmly rub at her aching length.
It was a strange routine the sisters had established. The abuse their parents hurled their direction was decidedly unsexy, that was without question. There wasn't a single thing about the torture of living under their roof that should have ever led to this. It did, though, time and time again.
Maybe it was something that let them feel like they had a safe place to be. Two girls that had nowhere else to turn allowing themselves to be as vulnerable with each other as they could. Maybe it wasn't that deep— maybe they just did it because it felt good. There weren't many other things that did.
"Nia?"
"Yeah. I… please? Can I?"
"I don't… "
Primrose met Gardenia's eyes and felt guilt surge through her. It was wrong—dangerous, even. They'd never gone that far before. But the way her sister stared at her, eyes half lidded and still leaking tears, overrode her judgment. Denying her now… that would be cruel, wouldn't it? She was supposed to be her tether to hope, her big sister Prim who she could depend on no matter what. She had trusted her with such a desperate request, so didn't she owe it to her to provide it?
Primrose pulled her hand away from her sister's crotch, reaching for the waistband of her own shorts and slowly slipping them down. She hadn't realized the slick that had been pooling there until she felt the inside of the shorts brush against her leg. Shuffling awkwardly, she kicked them off her ankle and lost them somewhere under the covers.
"Prim? Are you…?"
"Just be quiet, okay?" Primrose gently removed Gardenia's sweatpants, noticing how her panties were already struggling to maintain her erection. She hooked a finger around them and pulled them off too.
Wrapping both hands around Gardenia's back, she pulled her flush against her body, their still clothed chests rubbing together and Gardenia's length wedging itself between Primrose's thighs and against her folds.
"Ah, Prim…" Gardenia whined, unconsciously starting to fuck into the space between Primrose's legs.
They were both so wet, Primrose noticed. It was embarrassing the degree to which her body yearned for this. She didn't hate when the two of them got like this, but she had always processed it as a sort of service—something she did for her little sister's sake.
Gardenia's body was riddled with small movements that betrayed the intensity of her need. Her nails pressed into Primrose's back, trying and failing to pull her closer. Her arms vibrated, seemingly on the verge of acting on their own. Her cock twitched, the very last bit of her composure threatening to crumble.
Primrose said her next words slowly. "You can… you can do it when you're rea—fuck."
Gardenia had repositioned her hips in an instant, thrusting herself deep into her sister's pussy. Several sounds poured from her throat, all of them hard to describe in any way other than lustful.
"Fuck fuck fuck I'm sorry I'm so sorry," Gardenia babbled incoherently. "Fuuuuuuck… you're so warm."
Primrose responded with a melodyless hum, too focused on trying to adjust to the sudden penetration. Gardenia wasn't particularly large, and Primrose had of course taken her own fingers before, but she was still throttled by the abrupt and overwhelming sensation of fullness coursing through her.
Pulling her hips back, Gardenia released a whiny moan. As soon as she had mostly removed herself, she plunged back in, awkwardly shifting her body as she tried to fuck to the best of her ability—a difficult task given the awkward position of laying on their sides.
"Nia…"
Gardenia had already found her pace, desperately humping into Primrose's wet cunt as a string of vulgar noises flowed from the pair's mouths. "Fuck… you feel so good sis…"
Primrose's face was flushed completely red, her mind flooded with pleasure and guilt in equal measure. Despite her clear lack of proficiency, Gardenia was managing to hit everywhere she needed her to with surprising precision. Her spine tingled in time with every wet sound that was produced between the two of them.
"Ah, y-you too… si—"
Fuck.
Fuck.
How the fuck had she let this happen? This was her fucking sister. She had nearly fucking moaned that fact. Maybe she had helped her in the past, given her a hand when she was practically bursting at the seams with a combination of fear and need. But this was so incredibly different. Gardenia was inside of her. Fuck, they hadn't even used any protection. Sure she had been on hormones for a bit, but that probably wasn't going to ensure much if things continued at this rate.
She needed to stop this. It didn't matter how good it felt—it was wrong. It was wrong in so many more ways than she could put a name to. Maybe if she—
"Mmm… Rose…"
That…that wasn't what Gardenia called her. That wasn't how she said her name. It was sultry and erotic, so much more than anything she had ever heard come out of her sister's mouth before. She couldn't think to question it any further before she felt Gardenia's tongue pressing between her lips and against her own.
Primrose felt like she was in a vice grip. Normally she could have overpowered Gardenia easily—the girl was weak and hardly took care of herself beyond the bare minimum—but caught between the intense kiss and the feeling of being filled over and over again she could hardly move.
She could tell Gardenia was already getting close. Her entire body trembled as she pitifully attempted to thrust deeper into Primrose's pussy, a string of saliva following her mouth as she pulled back from her sister's face. "Fuck… I love you sis. I love you so much."
"I…" Primrose tried to say something, anything. Words weren't forming. Her own thoughts were barely comprehensible.
"Rose—ah, I'm so close. I-I'm… I'm gonna…"
Gardenia slammed herself inside of her sister one final time, body quaking as she came with an intensity Primrose had never seen. Her cock pulsed, pumping cum into Primrose's cunt while muffled moans of satisfaction vibrated against her chest.
It didn't take long before Gardenia's orgasm subsided, her body going limp in Primrose's embrace. She remained buried inside, leaving Primrose filled with both her twitching erection and warm cum.
They laid quietly for a moment, their heavy breaths the only sound in the room. Gardenia was the first to speak again.
"Thank you. That… that felt so good. I love you, Prim."
Primrose didn't look at her. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, trained intensely on the nightstand next to her bed. There was a small picture frame she kept there, in it a little selfie that she and Gardenia had taken the first time she had convinced her to go out dressed in clothing she actually wanted to wear. In the background was an amusement park ride, the "tallest roller coaster in the world", Gardenia had told her. She had been thrilled when Primrose had finally agreed to get on it with her.
Whenever she glanced at the photo, she always remembered how happy they had been on that day. Gardenia's infectious joy as they went from ride to ride, somehow always managing to convince Primrose to not only get on, but wait for whatever row she was convinced would be the best. It really was the first time they had been able to get out and just have fun as two sisters.
Primrose glanced down at the spent girl she had clutched in her arms. She could feel that the sheets beneath them were a mess. Maybe tomorrow would finally be the day she tackled the growing backlog of laundry she had been putting off. That way she could at least get rid of the physical evidence.
"Yeah," she eventually said quietly. "Love you too, sis."