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Powder sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, as she watched Vi from the corner of her eye. The older girl had a scowl on her face, like she had all evening, her posture lax but rigid as she flicked through the dozens of channels on their old TV, pointedly ignoring Powder as she sulked at the corner of the couch.
Neither of them wanted to be here, Powder being babysat and Vi the babysitter while their parents were out doing god-knows-what for the rest of the night. ‘We’ll be back pretty late so don't wait up, okay?’. But Vi had been almost out the door when they'd announced this, planning to go out with her hoodlum group of boys and put fear in the streets or whatever they did when they went out and came back with several more bruises.
Powder had been drawing in her sketchbook and then her eyes were on Vi's, watching as the older girl scowled at her like Powder was vermin, like she was the dirt on her soles. Like it was her fault. It didn't matter if she tried to stop it, her eyes immediately welled with tears.
‘Be nice to your sister, okay, Violet?’ Their mom had said right before she shrugged her jacket on and slammed the door behind her. Powder wanted to scoff and Vi did, bolting the door and sparing her sister one last glare before heading back down the hall to their shared room. And maybe sometimes, Vi could be nice, when she'd had a good day and wanted to smother Powder with bone crunching hugs and tickles until the smaller girl shrieked and pushed back. But only when she felt like it.
Powder had wiped her tears and migrated to the TV to watch her cartoons when Vi stomped back in, dressed down in her tank top and night shorts, immediately making the younger girl tense, like she could sense when Vi was decidedly not nice.
“Hand over the remote, twerp” Vi flopped down beside her, throwing Powder slightly off balance and nudging their shoulders harshly. Powder winced and the remote was out of her grip in a second, Vi immediately tuning it to some air-head wrestling channel that was obviously faked.
“Vi, I was watching that!” small hands reached for her sister to futilely yank the remote back, only to get shoulder-checked right in the chest. “Vi!”
“Stop whining like a little bitch! You've had the remote all day” Powder recoiled at the yell, flinching away from Vi and her hateful glare as she felt tears well in her eyes again, a lone drop escaping down her face that she quickly wiped off before it touched her lip. Vi would only get more mad if she cried.
Vi scoffed, “Wuss”.
And that was how they ended up here, Powder watching Vi from her peripheral and Vi pointedly rotating in between channels with nothing better to do. Powder thought about going back to their room and finishing up her sketches there but no, she thought. Even if Vi was being a jerk, they still hadn't just existed beside each other in forever. She tried to focus on the woody smell of Vi's deodorant and the colours of the TV reflected in her sister's grey eyes and not the way Vi was wound up, lips curled. Ready to pounce.
“What do you want?” Vi said it with a sigh, finally letting her eyes land on Powder, her lips pulled down in a deeper scowl and her eyes narrowed at the blue-haired girl, scoffing when Powder shook her head. “You're staring so you have to want something”.
Vi tossed down the remote and leaned closer on the couch, her arms pushing her up as she boxed Powder into a corner. Wide blue eyes darted glances all over Vi , from her eyes, hued purple and blue from the colours on the TV, to her lips that were gradually lifting in a smirk and her arms and shoulders, rippling with lithe muscle on either side of Powder's head. Powder knew that look, knew this position.
“Vi, please I-” Powder started, hands going to push on Vi's chest, cheeks flushing as she accidentally felt up the soft flesh there. Vi ignored her, leaning impossibly closer, till Powder had to cross her eyes to see her.
Vi barked a mean laugh, “You obviously wanted to get my attention and now you have it. What? You're bored?”
Powder was running hot at the lack of distance between them and all she could see was Vi's face, her hands on Vi's chest, just resting over her breasts, but she could tell she was supposed to answer. “I… a little bit. I was watching Courage the…” she trailed off at the end, realising Vi didn't care about the names of her little cartoons. She just wanted an answer, and she'd gotten one.
“Okay, Pow” Vi smiled and it wasn't the soft smile she'd given Powder before, few and far between, but an attempt at it. Her eyes were too wide and the edges were too sharp. “I have an idea of something we could do. It'll be fun”. Vi's fingers were on her face, brushing aside wisps of choppy blue bangs, cupping her chin, thumb hooking on her lower lip, pulling. “Open your mouth”.
“No…” Powder shook her head, not entirely sure what Vi meant to do this time but knowing it wouldn't be fun for her. It never was, it was always about Vi pushing her around and keeping her down, whether she was punching her in the stomach or shoving her against a wall. Vi always made it hurt.
“It wasn't a suggestion, Powder,” Vi spat, her thumb digging harder into Powder's mouth, meeting the barrier of her teeth. “I won't hit you if you do what I say. Just open up”.
Powder did, even as tears sprang to her eyes, letting her mouth fall open, watching the blacks of Vi's eyes expand with the motion. “Aw, don't cry, baby” Vi's voice was taunting even as she said it and the baby wasn't affectionate. Powder knew better.
Vi's thumb slid its way into her mouth, hooking on her cheek and padding over he tongue, deeper and deeper until Powder gagged, more tears blurring her vision. Vi was a moving blur above her and she felt her mouth being pulled wider, an index finger joining the mix before something else, something wet hit her tongue. And the sound of Vi spitting.
“Ungh, Vi!” Powder forced out as best as she could, her sister's name coming out as more of a ‘Hi’ as she struggled to get herself free, feeling the warm wad of Vi’s spit slide down her tongue, spilling a bit from the side of her mouth.
Powder blinked and Vi was above her, looking almost as surprised as Powder felt, until her face curled into a wicked grin and her fingers forced into Powder's mouth, forcing the spit down, making her swallow.
“Shh, Shh” Vi hushed her, hands on her hip and knees pinning her thighs to stop her thrashing. The hands on Vi's chest pushed more and grabbed, trying to push the pink-haired girl off of her. “Mm, Pow, relax” Vi groaned out, and tried to slap Powder's hands off her, only succeeding in getting her to squeeze harder. Vi let out a sound that made Powder blush, more high pitched than she'd ever heard her older sister sound.
Strong hands found Powder's shoulders as Vi pulled herself partially off her, looking down at the smaller child with wild eyes. Powder thought that she didn't look like her sister in that moment, even more so than when she'd actually beat her up and act like she didn't exist around her friends.
“I'm not going to tell you again to open up, Powder” Vi punctuated her sentence with a harsh squeeze on her left shoulder, her fingers digging in with intent, sure to leave bruises. Powder gasped in pain and Vi took the chance.
She saw it coming this time, watched Vi gather saliva in her mouth and lean close to let it drop from her lips to Powder's, falling warm and slick on her tongue, leaving a string of it between their mouths. Vi panted into her mouth after, moving impossibly closer, so close Powder thought she was going to kiss her. Their lips brushed, wet and slippery and Powder's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.
“Vi…?” Her voice was nearly a whisper, drowned out by the muddled sounds of some TV program as Vi became more of a pink-and-skin-coloured blob in her cross-eyed vision. She thought she heard a small ‘shh’ from Vi and then lips were on hers, plush and wet. She let out a gasp that got swallowed in their kiss, hands flailing about in the air beside her before settling on Vi's shoulders.
Her hands were stuck in the confusing middle between pushing Vi away and pulling her closer, to let herself sink deeper into Vi and her heat. Vi chose for her, her tongue pushing Powder's pliant lips apart and mapping out the inside of her mouth, gently at first and then not so gently, thrusting her wet muscle in the small mouth, pushing deeper.
It was so wet and so slippery, drool pouring out from the corner of Powder's mouth, her own small tongue darting out between their lips to clean it. Vi's teeth and tongue pulled at and lapped her lips and Powder though her heart was pounding in her mouth. Small hands fisted Vi's shirt, nearly pulling the whole thing off. More, Powder wanted to say, more.
Vi broke them apart when the lack of oxygen had nearly made them light-headed, staring down at Powder with an expression she'd never seen before, eyes hooded and dark. Powder silently brought her fingers to her lips, her heart pounding in time with her gasps.
“Vi” she said again, this time like a plea for something she wasn't even sure of. It was louder this time and she saw something in Vi's eyes shift when she said it. She wanted to sob when her sister lifted herself off, sitting back in the chair with her eyes trained on Powder. She looked at her like she'd never seen the girl before.
“Oh god” Vi’s hands ran over her face, her back hitting the armrest behind her. She looked both surprised and disappointed, but not with Powder for once. “Oh fuck. Powder, I– you can't tell anyone. I'm so–”
Powder stayed where she was, frozen with something. Maybe fear, because when Vi felt bad, she got mad and jumpy. Powder didn't know how to tell Vi that she wanted her to keep kissing her, that she liked her too.
“Are you listening to me?” Vi's tight grip was on Powder's arm, hard and uncaring, pulling the younger girl into a sitting position. “I made a mistake, I wouldn't want to–” her face pulled in a grimace and Powder's heart clenched. “If you tell mum and dad, I'll fucking kill you. And then I'll go to prison. Is that what you want, huh?”
Powder shook her head with a sob. She didn't know if she was crying from Vi's bruising grasp on her arm or because Vi had said this was a mistake. “I won't tell, I promise!”
Her whine was enough for Vi, apparently, the pink-haired girl getting up quickly and darting her eyes around the room, over Powder, like she was checking if someone saw. She licked her lips and nodded at Powder once before darting out of the living room and disappearing in the dark corridor. Just like that.
The TV was still playing, but at some point they'd put it on mute. Picking the remote off the floor and wiping off the tears and snot on her face, Powder put her cartoons back on and turned the volume up. She pulled a pillow to her chest and tried not to hear the sound of Vi hitting the wall of their bedroom down the hall.
She'd fall asleep like that, and their parents would come back to yell at Vi for making her sister sleep on the couch.