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Jinx grits her teeth as she burries her fingers deeper into her cunt. The tight ring of muscles spasms in response, squeezing around her knuckles.
Caught between rage and lust like a cricket fighting the wind to pull itself from a spiders web, she watches.
Through the the fancy pilty roof window, her feral eyes can only watch. Caitlyn arches, eyes shut and mouth agape, her moans muffled through the crystal glass.
"Thats it baby, let it out." Vi purrs, her fingers fucking unforgivingly into her sloppy cunt. Pink and shining like fresh tears, her creamy white breasts bouncing with each thrust.
Fuck Caitlyn. Fuck that rich pilty. fuck her big fancy shamsy mansion and her greedy councillor mom and her piggy life. Fuck her for stealing her sister! The love of her worthless life!
Jinx grits, letting herself fall limp against the gold fraimed crystal to allow her knees to buckle beneath her. She heaves, window fogging.
"Vi! Ah-" Cait cries, thighs pressing together, squeezing Vi's forearm.
Vi's free hand wedges between her legs, gripping a toned knee and forcing her legs open, guiding that leg back... Back... Pressing the knee against her chest.
Cait mewls, her body shivering violently--like a storm of lightning under her skin she seizes only for a moment before crying out with just as much passion as storms and just as wet as them.
"Cupcake, you're soaking." Vi teases affectionately, her fingers slowing. Not stopping, no. She's too aroused to stop but she slows her pace. Precise, gentle. Stroking her insides and watching how her belly bulges with each impish caress.
Jinxes eyes flutter, feeling a filthy gush between her trembling legs. The sound of her sisters voice ricochets inside her head, captured in the rusty, neon painted walls. The way her husky voice sings praises makes her ache to her bones, seeping into the blood that ties them. The sting is more acidic than shimmer.
She remembers when Vi praised her when they were younger. Her wrapped palm was always warm when she pet her hair, her voice just as soft and husky and so very Vi when she encouraged her younger native self. She was too small then to understand the feelings in her body when it happened. Why her little heart raced and her soot covered face felt warm, why her tummy fluttered like fire lights or why her adult bits tingled uncomfortably. She didn't know why she would try to catch glimpses of her older sisters chest when she changed. Why she ached for more than just hugs or head pats. She didn't even know what the more was that she ached for. Not at the time. But it made her feel so very lonely and shameful and scared.
How stupid she was. Now she knows what that was, of course. Growing up around crime lords and brothel regulars and rapists will teach you a thing or two about the ends and outs of sex and desire. But somehow the aching is worse now. Just as pitiful. Does Vi feel the same syrup thick throbbing in her veins as Jinx? They share the same blood after all, she must feel it.
Jinx whimpers through her teeth. Oh how she wants to kill Cait. Beautiful, horrible Cait.
Vi leans in, her mouth latching to the woman's breast, her shiny lips wrapping around the pink perky nipple. As she does so, her thumb finds her clit, messaging the bundle of nerves like worship.
Jinx does the same, pressing her thumb to her neglected bud. She flinches, sucking a clean breath through her teeth. For a moment her foot slips, catching herself barely. She forces herself to follow the rythem, her other hand moving to awkwardly grope her own breast, squeezing and gently twisting her pierced nipple.
It was unbearable. She shutters again.
Would Vi be as rough as this with her? Or would she get all mushy gushy and be sympathetic? She hopes not. She hopes Vi is rough with her.
No thinking. No emotions. Just wet and teeth and bruises.
It's what she wants. It's what she deserves.
"Look at your pretty blue hair..." Vi moans wistfully.
Jinxes eyes shoot back open, burning like a feral animal.
Vi was now grinding against Caits leg, her nipple free from her mouth and shining wet. Vi's broad hand gently combing through Caits hair. Vi shivers, looking nostalgic as she brings her hand back to the top of Caits head, stroking down again, slow as green smog and braiding sessions "pretty girl... I've always loved blue hair."
Jinxes fingers curled inside herself. Less so as a motion to pleasure and more to ground herself.
Traitor.
She felt the same calling in their shared blood, the red string pulling in their veins. She did and she threw it away for some spoiled colbolt pig! A councillors daughter! How dare she! How dare she!!!
Jinxes throat convulsed, holding back a wet burning scream.
Jinx pulled her fingers from inside herself.
Her vision blurred, flashes of neon and scribbles and pink hair and whispers
traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor
How long has Vi... How long...
Did she feel the same when she braided her hair? When she held her baby sister against her chest as they slept? When she tended to her scraped shins or kissed her bruises?
How long has she been fucking other blue haired girls cause she's too coward to face who she really wants? She leaves me before and she leaves me again? Always a distance, always a game. Never me.
Vi used to be the strongest person she knew. What a coward she's turned into.
Jinxes shaky legs moved, ignoring Caits pleased wails as she drew on the glass with her own slick
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