Vi and Cait break up, and Vi goes to Jinx’s apartment to just lay low for a few days until she can start looking for a new place. She doesn’t know what she’ll do or where she’ll go, and she feels so broken and unsure of everything, so she’s so thankful that her sister is still willing to let her come crawling back after months of going no-contact at Cait’s request. Vi expects to be delegated to the couch, somewhere she has gotten incredibly used to sleeping. She even brought her own pillow, so as not to put Jinx at any further inconvenience.
Jinx rolls her eyes. “The couch is lumpy, fat hands.” She says it as if that means anything to Vi, as if she didn’t spend years in a prison cell. As if the lumpiness of her couch can hurt Vi anymore than she already is.
“S’fine. It’s just a couple of days-“
Jinx’s eyes flash angrily, and Vi swallows the rest of her sentence, unsure of what she could have possibly already done to piss off her little sister.
“Shut up.” Jinx hisses, and Vi almost wants to smile at her. She doesn’t- she knows that, while her sister is adorable while angry, she can also do serious damage with her cat-like claws.
Vi clears her throat awkwardly, then rubs the back of her neck. “I don’t want to fight-“
“So don’t.” Jinx retorts flatly, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she blows her bangs out of her eyes. “My bed is big, Vi. We can share it.”
Vi nearly chokes. “I don’t-“
“We used to share all the time!”
“We were kids!” Vi huffs. “Both of us are too big for that.”
Her sister rolls her eyes, then turns and walks away, swinging her hips as she opens her bedroom door. “Come on. Put your stuff down.”
Vi looks down at the pillow in her hands, then the duffel bag hanging off her shoulder- it was all she wanted, all that she could truly claim as her own. The rest of her belongings were tainted.
She does as she’s told, and is given an ice cold beer as a reward- she nearly moans when Jinx presses the cool glass into her palm. “Drink up,” Jinx says with a too-tight smile. Vi plops to the ground, her back against the couch, then tips the bottle back and pulls a deep swig into her mouth, swishing it around. It isn’t the fancy whiskey Cait always kept stocked, but she has retained her love for cold, cheap beer, especially now that she has no one to roll their eyes at her for buying it. “You havin’ any?” Vi asks once she’s emptied her first bottle, only to have it promptly replaced.
“Nah,” Jinx says offhandedly, her eyes focused on the television in front of her- Vi didn’t even notice that she had turned it on.
Vi squints. “What do you mean nah?”
“Got it for you. Figured you’d need a drink or five.” She spares a glance in Vi’s direction. “‘Sides, someone needs to be sober enough to hold your pretty pink hair back if it all comes swimming back upstream.”
Vi snorts out a laugh, though it’s really more for her sister’s benefit. “Oh yeah? You gonna take care of your messy big sister?” Her eyes stay glued to Jinx’s face, eagerly waiting to see the red flush that always comes over her cheeks whenever Vi teases her. She isn’t disappointed- she should be more concerned that her sister’s childhood admiration-turned-crush is still alive and well, but she can’t help but find it adorable.
“Shut up,” Jinx mutters, lightly kicking her from her position on the couch. Vi reaches up to catch Jinx’s foot, then rubs at her ankle with her thumb before releasing the girl. Her sister blushes even more, and Vi smirks, then takes another swig of beer.
Jinx lets her drink like that the entire night- Vi doesn’t bother paying attention to what’s on the screen, too busy replaying the last day, week, month, year, trying to figure out when everything went so wrong. She passes out without realizing it, only waking up when Jinx drags her to her feet, then walks her to the bed. She’s back out before her head even touches the pillow.
When she wakes up a couple of hours later, the lights are out, and she’s alone in her sister’s admittedly large bed. She sits up, the room spinning, her mouth dry. “Jinx?” She rasps- the bathroom is also pitch-black and empty. Vi is unsteady on her feet, but she manages to stumble to the door. Her instincts scream at her to be quiet, so she silently opens it, slapping a hand over her mouth.
There, in the living room, is her little sister, her legs wide open as she finger-fucks herself on her lumpy, bumpy couch. Vi’s jacket is crushed to her face as she muffles her moans and breathes in the scent, her fingers furiously moving between her legs- she’s barely illuminated by the frustratingly dim lamp in the corner of the room, and all Vi wants is a closer look.
“Vi!” Jinx wheezes as her hips thrust up against her hand, her back arching, and as far as Vi’s drunken mind is concerned, it’s an invitation. She staggers over to the couch, her nostrils flaring, her hands shaking, and Jinx is so caught up in her own pleasure that she doesn’t notice Vi until she’s pushing her legs even further apart. She gasps as Vi pulls her hand away and replaces it with her own, her thicker, rougher fingers plunging in and out of Jinx’s wetness so much harder and faster than what her sister was doing. Jinx nearly screams as she arches her back, her walls clenching as she covers her face completely with Vi’s jacket.
Vi rips it away, then doubles down, leaning over Jinx’s body as she kisses and bites at her lips until all she can taste is blood and her sister’s spit, until she’s swallowing the girl’s moans and gaps and pleas for mercy that Vi isn’t in the mood to grant.
“You have a big bed.” She grunts in between sucking the wetness off her fingers. Her hands move down to Jinx’s narrow waist, squeezing for a moment before she’s lifting the girl up.
Jinx bites her lip. “We-we can share it.”
Vi grins, then plants a wet, sloppy kiss to her sister’s mouth as she carefully carries her into the bedroom. “Couch is lumpy as fuck,” she mutters, then she gently sets her sister down on the bed and drifts down between the girls legs for a taste.
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