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Caitlyn Kiramman has a problem.
Not the worst problem, to be sure, but a problem nonetheless. A problem built out of solutions to other problems.
That is, to say, Jinx.
Jinx has been a problem before, but, as previously mentioned, this is a new sort of Jinx shaped problem.
Gone are the days of jaw snapping bombs and pistol whippings. Circumstances, time, and shared moments of peace have coalesced into pleasant familiarity.
That familiarity is what brings her to the current problem.
Jinx and Vi used to share a bed. Vi and Caitlyn currently share a bed. Jinx is very small, and owner of a pair of puppy eyes. Despite reservations, Caitlyn caved to those eyes and Vi’s pouting lower lip.
Now Jinx shares their bed.
Not every night, just when she’s in the neighbourhood. Just when it’s cold out. Just when she remembers to shower first and not track dirt and sand between the sheets. Caitlyn has her limits. She’s good at sticking to her guns.
It can be nice--seeing the sisters reunited in slumber, curled around each other like cats. Caitlyn’s snapped a picture or two.
It can get awkward though. Jinx has walked in on the two of them in an intimate moment more than once. Caitlyn didn’t notice the second time until she felt the covers over her head pulled back and realized that Vi yanking her hair was a warning, not a directive. She still made eye contact with Jinx while her nose was pressed against pink pubic hair and a very swollen clit. Caitlyn replays that moment in her head a lot. Mainly because she swore she saw Jinx lick her lips before fleeing to the guest room instead.
Boundaries.
Boundaries she accidentally bowls over this morning.
Here we get to the present problem.
Jinx came in last night--well, this morning. It was around three. She recognized the boot falls from her nightmares, and that adrenaline always wakes her like a falling dream. She breathed through her teeth and kept her eyes closed as she felt a familiar weight sit on the edge of the bed.
“Powder Kiramman, you had better not be getting into my bed wearing your work pants,” she said, throwing an arm over her eyes.
A pause, then a little scoff, “Aye-aye, Sheriff Cupcake.”
She heard the slapping of the dropped salute before the shuffle of pants hitting the floor. Yes, she did squint through the gaps in her skin to admire briefs (pale green) covering a round backside as Jinx situated herself in the middle of the bed, spooning Vi’s back.
“G’night Shmaitlyn.”
This was something Morning Caitlyn forgot about, so when a familiar round arse grinds against her, she responds as she usually does: by teasing her fingers down Vi’s abs to finger pink curls under her boxers.
Caitlyn does that this morning and the results are as follows:
Waist: narrow.
Abs: lean.
Underwear: panties?
Pussy: wet.
Moan: gravelly.
Hair in her mouth: very long.
Conclusion: this is not Vi she’s about to fuck.
Caitlyn’s finger is touching Jinx’s clit for a moment too long before springing back as if burned.
“Goodness! Jinx, I am so sorry,” she flings herself from the bed in her haste to distance herself from the very real crime she’s just committed.
Jinx is side-eyeing her with a blank expression. her lips are pink and parted, exposing a bit of purple tongue.
The sound of brushing teeth draws both of their attention to the bathroom door. There stands Vi, eyes wide as she performs dental maintenance. And, she absolutely just saw the scene prior to the scene she is currently witnessing.
Violet Kiramman has a problem.
Well, she has a lot of problems. Problems like: “Stop destroying civic property while pursuing suspects, Vi.” and, “Apologies, Mrs. Kiramman, we do not make suits with the explicit purpose of having sleeves that can be flexed off.”
As far as her actual life goes though, it’s about as good as it’s been since the Good Old Days. Powder’s back in her life. In a good way. They can give each other soft touches and noises again. When she reaches for Powder what she gets is a lap full of contented sister instead of a stick of dynamite to the mouth.
They even convinced Caitlyn to let Jinx sleep in their bed. After sex, of course, not during. That would be a weird boundary violation.
Well, except.
Except for a few times when Jinx just had bad timing as all.
The most recent example being--look, Cait’s a bit of a freak, and Vi’s a bit of a freak in a complimentary way, so they gel. The bed faces the balcony, and the balcony faces the square, and they leave the balcony unlocked more often than not. First: because the idea of being seen or caught gets her and Caitlyn both so wet . Second: because it’s welcoming to Jinx. Part of rebuilding the trust is the little assurances that: she is welcome. She is wanted.
It’s probably a normal catch up, really, her little sister walking in on them. If everything hadn’t happened and Vander had lived this probably would have been common in their youth. Four kids all entering adolescence around the same time? There were bound to be sexual walk ins and mishaps.
In this case, it was last week. The best kind of night, too, in Vi’s opinion. Her on all fours, Caitlyn’s hips pistoning the soaking strap in and out of her while wrapping a big hand around her throat. Choice dirty talk fell from Cailtyn’s lips as Vi begged her for more.
She had something like: “Please, Mommy! Ruin my pussy,”—when she heard a little scoff.
Her eyes snapped open and locked with Jinx’s, a sneer half on her face.
And Caitlyn hadn’t stopped fucking Vi.
If anything she had doubled down, pulling Vi onto her dick as hard as she requested.
So, Vi’s mouth fell open in a moan and she came violently all while looking at Powder.
And, her horny brain hadn’t really let that train derail, so she came thinking about: what if Powder was pulling my hair? What if she was fucking my face? Those braids bouncing along with tiny pierced tits (something they had in common and compared in a totally normal way when both noticed) as flared hips would work up and down… or in and out. How Vi would have a great view of the hip tattoos while getting her throat destroyed by Powder’s co— Vi pushed that thought down so deep it hit the repressed memories box. Memories like teaching Powder how to kiss with tongues, and of trading favours with prisoners and guards alike to make her life in Stillwater just a little more comfortable.
“What are you two, rabbits?!” Jinx asked incredulously, but her reaction was delayed.
“Knocking exists for a reason,” Caitlyn replied testily as she pulled out of Vi with a squelching sound that was definitely audible to everyone.
Thoroughly fucked, and humiliated, Vi just burrowed her face in the covers and let the two of them solve the quarrel themselves.
They didn’t even bother to change the sheets. Powder was dressed down and reading in bed when they made it out of the shower, looking like she hadn’t just heard Vi beg Caitlyn for even more under the spray.
It’s wonderful. Waking up wedged between her two favorite people. Her face in Caitlyn’s neck as Powder holds her from behind, or some other combination. She’s awoken to the two of them each spooning her sides before. Infinitely cozy until she has to pee.
Which is something close to what happens the morning she comes back from the bathroom just in time to catch her wife sticking her hand down her sister’s underpants.
One would assume that is the problem of which Vi speaks.
It is and it isn’t.
The problem is that Vi is stuck there having to make a reaction to what she saw that isn’t: Cait, take the covers off so I can see better.
Which is not the reaction she was expecting herself to have. Or, maybe just not the reaction she’d let herself have.
She should be yelling at someone. Acting territorial. Thing is, no territory feels encroached on to her. Caitlyn is her territory and Powder is her territory. If Caitlyn and Powder wanna touch each other she doesn’t have a problem with it. She just wants to know when so she can pull up a chair and give some suggestions.
Suggestions like: “Use her braids as handles, babe,” and “Don’t let her up for air just yet, Pow-Pow.”
And, if she was asked for her physical input, then Vi wouldn’t be rude and stand on ceremony.
This is the problem.
Violet Kiramman’s unwelcome thought box explodes with the avoided truth: she wants to watch her wife and sister fuck, and she maybe kinda sorta wants to join in.
(The Powder fucking thing is… not a new revelation. She’s not dumb. Jinx isn’t subtle with her affections, and while Vi originally tried to discourage it… she noticed a reciprocal desire in herself. It happened during a sparring match. She had knocked Powder onto her knees and was standing behind her when she saw the curves and dips of her form. Vi thought, I bet I could fit most of my hand around her waist. And then she wondered why she’d ever want to in the first place. Unbidden, cane a flash of Jinx presenting herself on all fours. Vi avoided her sister for close to a week—triggering a breakdown in Jinx. It’s messy. It’s all a mess that she still needs to clean out.)
But right now she’s brushing her teeth and needs to come up with a reaction.
The reaction she lands on is: “Got an early sparring session, see you tonight, love you bye.” Followed by kissing both of them. On the mouth. Wetly. She’s not supposed to, but Powder’s mouth is open and she gets her upper lip. Then Caitlyn, with more tongue.
It’s just the wetness that is the issue, she must stress this. She’s been giving Jinx ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ mouth kisses since her little sister half moved in and started getting pouty when Vi only kissed Caitlyn. Caitlyn, for her part, is cool with it. Vi has even caught her watching with a smile.
They should all probably have a sit down discussion about that, but Vi’s excuse to skedaddle is a real one. She has to go beat Jayce to a pulp, so this is gonna have to wait.
Jinx has a problem. That problem is one part Vi and one part Vi’s giant girlfriend.
She’s made peace with the existence of the giant girlfriend. She’s even discovered the appeal of the giant girlfriend. Caitlyn’s tall. She’s infinitely forgiving. Has a great body. Lots of money. Smells nice. Big soft boobs. And then there’s the other thing… See, Caitlyn wore braids once as an attempt at ‘fitting in’ and Jinx finally saw it. She slipped her mouth next to Vi’s ear and said, “She looks like Mom.”
Which is weird because she doesn’t even remember Mom.
Vi’s face going red proved that she does at least.
“Not really!” Vi hissed back.
“Do you call her Mommy when you’re…?” Jinx made a lewd gesture.
Vi put her in a headlock for it. Jinx relished the time she spent being crushed by her sister’s breasts and biceps. She got to breathe in Vi’s heady musk. A scent she wishes she could bottle and keep with her at all times. The best she has to settle for right now is stolen sweaters and sniffing the sheets.
(Vi does, she learned, call Caitlyn “ Mommy” when she’s rearranging her guts. Seriously, the strap she uses on Vi is massive. Jinx tested it on herself and found that only half would go in. But, she didn’t have Caitlyn there to patiently stretch and push her into it bottoming out.)
After the explosion, she went between binges and purges of Vi’s scent. She’d quarantine the best pieces--blankets, sweaters, shirts, and save them for the worst days. Or, when it all became too much, she would make a nest and just breathe Vi in.
She had revelations in that nest. Revelations of a Pavlovian variety. Namely, that, if you masturbate while sniffing your sister’s pillow, you’re going to associate her smell with having an orgasm.
Jinx used to hold onto that. Treasure it and keep it always. The last traces of Vi would be hers and only hers.
Vi plowing back into her life with strokes to the cheek and back had complicated those posthumous urges. Still, with everything around them, all she wanted to do was drown in Vi. She wanted to scream at her and break her nose. How dare she pull the disappearing act and let Powder think she was dead. She had things she was saving for Vi. Firsts. Touches and the like, that she gave away bluntly because she could never deliver them to a dead target.
The closest they got to kissing as Vi-and-Jinx was spit and drool hitting each other in the mouths during tussles. Not intentional, until it was.
They kiss now. Dry chaste kisses that still carry the intimacy of a tongue in a mouth. Sometimes for minutes, just pressing their lips together and breathing heavily. It’s proof of their progress.
It’s sisterly affection.
It’s not sex.
They just hold each other tight enough to bruise while kissing. It makes Jinx’s clit pound. So she always picks a fight. Gets a good scuffle in that means Vi will press in harder with her body, or shove a knee between her legs by accident. Jinx’s looked up at Vi with bitten lips and a pushed up shirt and felt the tension. Vi always pulls back, shaking herself off. Because Vi has Caitlyn. The annoying tall girlfriend who isn’t that annoying because she’s just so nice. And, that tall wife sees them kissing and scuffling sometimes and just ruffles their hair or kisses an exposed shoulder.
And sometimes Jinx will walk in on her sister and her wife kissing like married people do, and it doesn’t fill her with jealous rage anymore. She observes the straining of Vi’s neck muscles, the tension in Caitlyn’s wrists as she pulls on pink hair. She likes spotting the flick of tongue, like a fish slipping between waves. They fit so neatly together. Vi relaxing in ways Jinx has never, ever seen.
It’s the relaxation that she can never give her. Vi, is, and will always be, her older sister. If she were to fuck Jinx’s brains out, it would be as her older sister, and if she were to beat her at a parkour race then it would be the same. Vi can never relax around Jinx because it has been her job since day one to keep Powder safe.
Her job with Caitlyn is to hold and be held. Caitlyn protects Vi. Vi can become weak, and soft, and small—in ways that are, frankly, a turn off for Jinx. Yeah, she’ll take soft and touchy Vi. She’ll take sentimental gentle Vi. But, she never wants to see the sappy sobbing mess Caitlyn has held through the night. It’s not how they work.
Vi isn’t allowed to be weak for Powder, and that’s why Caitlyn is allowed to keep her place at her sister’s side.
Well, that, and because Jinx has a limited authority on Vi’s marriage.
Caitlyn is also allowed to be around because, once she’s muscled through the hatred, Jinx recognizes that her sister’s wife is hot.
She recognized it when she first kidnapped her fresh out of the shower, but now she can take her time admiring a pert heart shaped butt and legs for days at her leisure.
Some nights, when they’re lying in bed and sleep won’t come, Jinx traces Caitlyn’s swooping cheekbones and crooked nose. She brushes the pads of her fingers against supple lips, or admires the tone of her skin in the moonlight.
She wants to strip her again. To see the moon illuminate the curves and dips of her body. To see what color her nipples turn under a spotlight of bluish white.
Jinx has a problem and it’s that she’s just so fucking horny and she’s sharing a bed with two hot women.
Her body reacts before she does, which is why she was grinding her ass against the nearest heat source anyway.
The hand down the pants was a welcome reprieve.
It’s what made her almost scream in frustration when Caitlyn retracted, looking mortified and apologetic.
All with Vi watching.
If Jinx had her way, Vi would toss the toothbrush, cross the room, and tear both their clothes off. If Jinx had her way, Caitlyn would be fingering her right now.
Instead both of the cowardly shits are making excuses about work before vacating the premises.
Jinx flops back in bed, grabs Vi’s (delicious) pillow, and screams into it.
Caitlyn wishes the day were busier. She awaits fire, riot, or hostage crisis to draw the attention of her and her enforcers.
Naturally, the worst crime committed today was a parking ticket.
Vi even got her paperwork handed in on time.
Which leaves Caitlyn’s mind a horrible amount of time for wandering. It takes the forbidden path to a fantasy of two pretty girls in matching lingerie. Those two girls gently kissing and petting each other. Kissing with tongue. None of those long closed mouth kisses they have that Caitlyn will admit to replaying as she rubbed her clit in the shower. It’s sick and it’s wrong. It’s a violation in so many ways—and yet. Her mind can’t stop. A cock stretches out in front of her and two mouths are kissing around it. Then she’s tugging on braids as Jinx deepthroats her and Vi pushes her tongue inside of her. She thinks about the two of them looking up at her with cum coated eager faces. In her fantasies they put on a show of prepping each other’s holes for her to fuck.
The fantasies get lewder with each bell of the clock. In the morning it’s slow kisses, and by evening she’s got them both in stocks and spacer bars.
And that clock is ticking ever closer to the return home. Home, with heavy expectations and an apology for assault that she struggles to stomach. Jinx is supposed to be safe in their bed, and Caitlyn took advantage of her prone form. Just that is enough to sober her horny fantasies.
“Sheriff,” Lewis’s knuckles rap the door as he opens it, “Box for you.”
Excellent. She hopes it’s a bomb.
The color of the box is pink. A shade and shape she recognizes. It’s the cupcake bakery—not the one closest to the house, but the one on the border with Zaun that has the better flavors.
It might yet be a bomb.
“Thank you, Lewis, did it come with a card?”
“Ah, yes,” he hands it over.
Got you another box to finger - (a drawing of a cloud with a smiley face)
Caitlyn sighs through her nose and opens the box warily.
Three cupcakes. Icing of magenta, teal, and navy. All… thoroughly fingered. There’s a cross pollination of icing, swirling the mess around and pushing icing into all the cupcakes. Like they’re loaded… with… frosting.
Then, on the inside of the box, drawn with those sticky icing fingers, is a crude drawing of two stick figures with a third on its hands and knees between them.
“Everything alright, Ma’am?”
“Yes. Quite alright,” Caitlyn gathers a finger of teal icing and sucks it into her mouth, “Can you send Vi in?”
“Have you ever, hypothetically, been sleeping with one person, but have been eyeing another?” Wow, great start, Violet.
Jayce drinks from his water and dabs his forehead, “I mean, all the time. I like sex. I like people. I like sex with multiple people. It gets me in trouble sometimes.”
Then he remembers who he’s talking to, “But, if you’re thinking of cheating on Caitlyn, I am legally and morally obligated to kick your ass.”
Vi waves him off, “Yeah, I’d like to see you try. It’s not… me. It’s more like. I know she wants someone and I wanna see her…” she gestures, “Get everything she wants.”
“So, I need to be giving Caitlyn the shovel talk?”
“No. I just… I want to watch her and this person, you know, go to town.”
“Gotta say Vi, did not take you for the cuck fetish type.”
She scrubs her face, “I mean, I guess so. Not for everyone. I just wanna see my girls getting fucked good and proper.”
“Wait, girls?”
She recovers quickly, “Yes, girls, Jayce. I have sex with girls and only girls.”
He’s too distracted by the new guy with his nipples out entering the gym to pay Vi much more attention. She sighs in relief and hits the showers, ready to face the day by trying not to think about it.
Punching her feelings has always been great for the mental clarity. She’s making a list. She’s gotta talk to Caitlyn. Gotta talk to Powder. Gotta rub one or five out so she can do so with as much neutrality as possible and not betray how much the idea turns her on. There’s a line and she’s not gonna cross it. In the case of Powder, that’s her little sister. And, yeah, they kiss and cuddle now, but anything more is over the line. It’s gross of her to even think about it. Powder relied on her for food and comfort—she still does when she lives with them. Vi using her own horniness to leverage anything is disgusting of her.
Caitlyn’s different. There’s no blood or adoptive relation. She’s good and attentive. She’d make love to Powder, build her up high and bring her crashing down again and again.
Not like Vi, who’d pin her sister to the bed and rut into her until they’re both too exhausted to move.
Vi slaps her cheeks to exorcise the thoughts of it from her head.
She succeeds at avoiding Caitlyn for the entire shift. Too easily. Caitlyn is probably avoiding her too. Which isn’t like her. She loves processing things out loud. She must be really spooked from this morning.
The summons from Lewis comes as a welcome surprise.
“Hey, you called?” she sticks her head in the door.
Caitlyn’s breathing is short and sharp. Her eyes are almost black as they flick to her from staring at… a donut box?
“What is that?” she asks warily.
“A message from your sister.”
“Is it ticking?” Vi enters the office, closing the door behind her.
The display is, to say in the least, unexpected. A crude and lewd drawing made of frosting on the top flap of the box. Two stick figures of pink and blue supporting a third, teal figure, between them like the bridge section of two towers.
Her and Caitlyn double teaming Powder by the looks of it.
“Wow,” she laughs breathlessly. The image isn’t lost on her. Not two figures. Three. Three cupcakes stuffed with each other’s frosting.
Fuck, she can feel her clit immediately stand at attention. Jinx drew herself in the middle. Vi wets her lips.
“Yes,” Caitlyn mechanically reaches for a cupcake (the pink one stuffed with blue and teal icing) and wolfs it down messily, “What shall we do about this?”
Vi’s brain is stuck on the image of Jinx on all fours looking up at her through sticky black lashes as she pulls on Vi’s pussy lips with her tongue. When she looks across she sees Caitlyn, gloves on as she massages the globes of Jinx’s ass.
“You’re sick and disgusting and Vi is going to never speak to you again,” Mylo hisses in her ear.
“Leave now before they get home. They can’t reject you if you leave first,” Claggor tells her.
“It doesn’t matter. This was all a distraction from your true purpose,” Fishbone says in Silco’s voice.
On the other side of the psychological courtroom, her pussy is suggesting that they undress and wait in bed on full display. Go big or go home, right?
The scratching of the lock has her reaching for any weapon on hand.
“You’d better be careful of that final trajectory,” Caitlyn says.
Jinx lets the teddy bear loose, smirking as it bounces off her forehead. Caitlyn sighs. She doesn’t stand in the door, instead she just steps over the bear and walks in, Vi lagging behind with a hangdog face.
This is the problem with Vi. If left too long to her own devices, she will second-guess and regret. Jinx chews her lip in her disappointment.
Caitlyn’s heels clack on the tile floor, “Dinner should be sent up shortly.”
Dinner. Sent up. Fucking rich people.
Vi clears her throat. Caitlyn twists her fingers into her blouse and says, “So, I received your gift box at the station.”
Jinx nods with an implied “and…?”
“And, I believe we should probably have a proper sit down and talk to air out the events of this morning.”
Jinx sags in both relief and frustration, “Are you sure you don’t wanna just… pound it out before dinner?”
Vi chokes on her own spit. Caitlyn thumps her back and turns red again, “Yes, well, we should all probably discuss what ‘pounding it out’ looks like.”
“I know for a fact that you know what that looks like.”
“Yes, but, boundaries of who being involved in what, agreed safe words, acceptable touches….”
“We could do that,” Jinx takes a risk and unbuckles her belt, “Or we could all just fuck right now,” the word ‘all’ being key as she makes eye contact with Vi.
“Powder—Jinx. Jinx. We can’t have sex,” Vi’s voice cracks.
Tears begin filling Jinx’s eyes and she hears Mylo again: “I told you. She thinks you’re disgusting. She wants you to leave.”
“You’re my baby sister. I can’t take advantage of you like that. It’s wrong,” bleeds through what he says. Jinx blinks away tears.
“So I can take advantage of you then?”
“What? No!”
She’s across the room in seconds pulling on Vi’s belt, “You said you taking advantage of me is wrong. But, if I’m the one fucking you then there’s nothing bad right?” she nuzzles Vi’s cheek, and the way Vi melts into her touch is heartening.
“What? No, I-I, any way of me touching you like that is wrong because you’re younger and you probably only wanna do this because we kissed with tongues that one time when you were too young to know any better.”
“What?” Caitlyn asks.
Jinx beams, “I forgot about that.”
Vi goes pink. Caitlyn goes pale. Oh Cogs, they’re thinking again.
Tits are the smoke bombs of conversations. So she flashes hers, hoping that the hardness will compensate for the size.
“I wanna do this because you’re hot, and I’m hot, and she’s hot, and you fucking think too much,” then she pulls Vi down for a kiss. It’s sweet as candy--oh Vi you’re so--”Dandy,” she finishes against her sister’s lips then giggles.
There’s a strangled noise and she turns to see Caitlyn, pupils forming an eclipse on her iris.
“Do it again,” she says.
Jinx pulls Vi so that Caitlyn can see them both properly. She leads Vi’s hand… so hot and rough, against her tit and licks that lip scar.
“Powder,” Vi growls, rolling a calloused thumb against her nipple, then using the other to grab her ass, “You’re such a fucking brat.”
“So punish me, big sis,” she licks Vi’s neck and turns around to grind her ass against her sister’s groin, pointing her tits at Caitlyn. “Unless, Sheriff Kiramman wants the first turn.” She saunters over to Caitlyn wrapping her arms around her neck, “...Pick up where we left off this morning.”
Caitlyn is more resolute, it turns out. She grabs Powder by the jaw and pushes her mouth open to receive a wad of spit. Powder swallows and moans, “Mmm, tastes just like a—“ Caitlyn grabs her by the face and says,
“Mouth open, but you will not speak. You will take whatever we put in your mouth.”
Powder nods, feeling her pussy gush . The cop thing doesn’t usually do it for her, but the authority is… woof .
Caitlyn, true to word, holds Jinx’s mouth open and fucks it with her tongue. Powder moans as a slick tongue traces her palette, counts her teeth, and draws her own tongue into that dominating mouth. Saliva strings connect their lips, slipping down Powder’s chin as Caitlyn cleans her own face off.
“Vi, knees. I want your face in your sister’s arse.”
Powder doesn’t see Vi nod, but she hears the thud of weight and then feels rough hands shucking her lower half. She has to bounce on her toes because she wants to present herself properly--with a jiggle. Vi groans, spreading the globes and laving her tongue everywhere, “I love you Pow-Pow,” she says against the soft flesh. The texture of lips dragging against the sensitive inner skin of her ass has Jinx's eyes rolling backward. “Prove it,” she pants, wiping her mouth and getting slapped by Caitlyn for it.
Caitlyn flinches, stricken by her own impulse for violence. Jinx’s teeth clatter in her mouth, but she’s had worse.
“Mmm, got another one in you?”
Anything else gets lost in Vi licking a stripe from her cunt to her clit, and nudging her nose against Powder’s asshole.
“Fuuuck,” her knees almost give out and she does drop as low as she can. She knows Vi can take it, and she wants her to.
Caitlyn is unbuttoning her blouse. Powder feels her eyes double as a lacy brassiere comes into view, and then drops to the floor.
Big, fat, pink nipples are bouncing in front of her and she’s happy to get another slap if she can taste them first. Caitlyn seems to be of the same mindset though, because she’s got Powder by the hair and is feeding her nipple between purple lips.
“Suck,” she commands.
“Yes Mommy,” Powder pulls off to say.
Caitlyn bites her lip, and Jinx sees the conflict there. See, Jinx just broke the rules, but she is obeying the second command. Her triumphant smirk turns shaky, eyes crossing and mouth watering because--holy shit Vi.
Jinx whimpers against Caitlyn's tit, feeling those massive hands stroking through her hair while her big sister's tongue is stroking her--
"Little arsehole," Caitlyn whispers against the shell of her ear.
Salvation. That must be this taste, Vi decides. She's on her knees, freeing her baby sister of all the demons in her head, all while praising the woman who brought them here. To guilty grace. To freedom, and love, and pleasure.
It shouldn't be allowed, Vi huffs roughly against Power's cheeks. This is wrong. It's good. It's right. It's medicine.
Powder whines. Her knees are knocking and her back is bowed, trying to find purchase on Vi's face like she's a well-worn chair.
She is, now. She will be. The eager seat for either wife or sister. After all, what better way to finish a hard day?
She's come home to find Powder, sprawled across the bed with some schematics like half off her ass isn't out and tempting everyone with a pair of eyes. It's made Vi want to grab and grope possessively. It's made her want to use her fingers and tongue to ruin her baby girl's concentration.
Jinx has mooned them a few times during their cat and mouse games. Pants around her knees, round ass on display...
If Caitlyn noticed that Vi always fucks her doggystyle and hard after these missions, she didn't say anything except for:
"YES!" and "MORE!"
Much like she's whimpering now, as Powder pumps three fingers in and out of her perfect, wet cunt.
"Let's get horizontal, right, Mommy?" Jinx says, popping off a nipple.
Caitlyn grabs her face and looks down at Vi, making hazy eye contact, "Can you believe how naughty this brat is, Violet?"
Vi can only extract herself from Jinx's ass for as short as possible, replying with a, "I can. I count on it," before making a knife with her tongue and pushing her way into that puckering hole.
"Violet!" Powder shrieks, sounding just like--well, herself. She's pushing back against Vi's mouth as much as she can.
"That gives me an idea of how best to punish her," Caitlyn says, dragging Jinx away by the choker.
"No! No, don't take me away from her," Jinx's fingers scrabble at Caitlyn frantically.
Vi snaps into action, "Hey, hey, baby, it's me," she kisses all over Powder's face, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Vi, don't let me go," Powder sobs, eyes wild.
Poor thing. Poor baby. How could Vi ever leave her again? How could she ever want to be apart? If anything, they've been too far apart for too long.
"Cait, can you grab me a dick potion?" Vi says.
"Same idea," Caitlyn says, going to the cabinet for one of the magic little bottles they've got on special order.
Vi sits on the bed, letting Powder scent and rub her. She hushes her shaking sister and strokes her hair.
"You're not gonna leave me, right?" she asks with a small voice.
Vi takes the offered potion and pops the cork with her teeth. "No baby, I'm gonna stay. I'm gonna make us closer than we've ever been," Vi says gently. Caitlyn has crawled onto the bed behind them and is combing her fingers through pink hair in the most soothing of ways.
Jinx's eyes light up at the sight of the potion, "Let me," she says, pouring it into Vi's mouth. Having Powder trace a finger around her lips sets her nerves alight.
"You're gonna take my cock and my come, right baby girl?" Vi growls.
Powder rubs herself on Vi's lap eagerly. And, fuck, the dick grows in fast. For that moment of stretching, burning, and what feels like her guts bursting from her clit, it's almost unbearable. It's worth it, though, to have Powder freeing the fresh cock from Vi's pants while Caitlyn rubs her nipples from behind.
"Can I have it in all my holes, Vi?" Jinx growls against her jaw as she roughly jerks it with her hand, "Even my ears and nose? I want your come to drip out of my eyes while you're breeding my ass."
"Why don't you ask Mommy to jerk off on your face while I stretch your cute little butt out instead, Pow-Pow?" Vi whispers back, licking her way into Powder's mouth.
"Can you cream me too, Mommy?" Powder bats her lashes at Caitlyn, who responds with a savage kiss that somehow involves all of their mouths.
Vi is no stranger to Caitlyn's rod, and she relishes in the idea of Powder biting off more than she can chew. The sight of her baby sister's belly bulging around a cock that is much too big for her, and taking it like a champ anyway.
"Yeah, Mommy, can you?" Vi challenges with a smirk.
Brats. The both of them. Little brats who need to be taught a stern lesson in manners.
It's a good thing she has just the stick for disciplining them, Caitlyn thinks, as the ten inch member sways to life between her legs. She's smiling at Jinx, wriggling in Vi's lap and trying to impale herself on her sister's dick. That yawning purple cunt, drooling with slick, and so eager to swallow its sibling mate. Caitlyn feels her mouth water. Stroking herself is a given as she's grateful to be present for the show of a lifetime. Powder and Vi. Vi and Powder. Finally loving each other the way they're supposed to. Her taboo little girls. Her babies. She's going to devour them afterward, but how can she interrupt this?
"Vi, please, I need you," she whimpers.
"Easy," Vi says, stroking a slim tummy and perky tits, "Now," and she drops her.
Jinx sucks in a gasp. Vi is still holding and hushing her, dotting her with kisses.
"Violet," Jinx whimpers, voice small.
"Yes, Pow-Pow?" Vi says, awed at the wet heat wrapped around her. Caitlyn's eyes can't look away from where the sisters are connected. That is, until she hears the wetness of an intimate kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby, so much."
"Can we do this every day then?" Powder asks, working herself up to the tip of Vi's cock.
"I don't know if every day is possible..." Vi yelps as Powder extracts herself from her sister's arms.
"I want you to promise me," Jinx hisses.
Caitlyn should be moving in alarm, but her dick just got painfully hard at the sight of her wife having her dick teased and her face squeezed by her little sister.
"I'll try, Pow, as many days as we can."
"Swear it to me, even if I'm in a coma or--or," Vi cuts her off with a sloppy kiss.
"I will, Powder. I'll fuck you every day."
Jinx giggles into Vi's mouth, rolling her hips as her pussy teases the head of Vi's cock, "Not if I'm fucking you first."
Vi moans, licking against Jinx's tongue, "I want you to fuck me so bad, Pow. I want you to stick your hands and mouth all over me."
"I'm gonna ruin your pussy, Violet," Jinx licks her sister's ear then locks eyes with Caitlyn, "Me and Cay-Cay both are gonna ruin you into nothing but a cumslut."
To correct her, Caitlyn grabs Jinx by the pigtails and pulls her into a bruising kiss. "Correction, you're both my cumsluts, and I tag whoever's been the better pet in to stretch the other out. To bring this point home, she rests her cock on Jinx's face and says, "Now suck."
Vi's inside of her. Vi. Is. Inside of her.
It's glorious. Having her big sister's dick stretching out her pussy. The dick her pussy was built for. The one she should have lost her virginity to. Vi would be so gentle at first, then so rough, giving Jinx exactly what she wants.
Kind of like now, she finds, feeling a spongy head rubbing her g-spot with every thrust. She groans at the sensation, her mouth otherwise occupied by the massive cock fucking her throat.
Of course Caitlyn is young, rich, and hung. Life can't be fair, but she's on the winning end of unfair this time. Getting stretched and filled from both ends. Vi's hips are stuttering to keep from cumming too fast, and that's annoying, because Powder wants to be bred. She wants every drop and her holes drink greedily from both of them.
"Powder, fuck, you're so tight," Vi is whining and humping her as rough and slow as she can. In contrast, Caitlyn's hips are moving like smooth waves as she operates Powder's head like a puppeteer.
"Drink, baby girl," she's whispering, holding her head in place as she speeds up a little.
Powder might fucking pass out, and it'll be worth it, because she told them to keep going even if she does. Waking up with her holes stuffed and used without her even being present? A full deep woof and awooga. She wants to wake up and find mystery cum all day.
Vi snaps first, holding onto both of Powder's tits as she cums with a, "Pow-Pow, I'm gonna...!"
She hates that she doesn't feel that hot slick cream splashing her insides, painting them white like incestuous graffiti. VI WAS HERE in off-white letters on her womb.
Caitlyn pulls out to finish all over Powder's face, neck, and tits. Huge, salty splashes slide down her skin and she sticks her tongue out, rolls her eyes back, and cums.
"Fuck yeah, you two got another six rounds in you?" she asks, flexing by doing a sit up and spreading her creamed pussy on display.
Caitlyn and Vi exchange such a dangerous look that Powder's cunt fucking gushes.
The next three hours are spent in chokeholds, full nelsons, and mating presses. Her ass is lightly gaping, double stuffed with Vi flavoured frosting and Caitlyn flavoured frosting. Her tummy is swollen from all of the cream in her womb, and from the huge cocks bruising her intestines from the inside. Cum is flaking off her face, neck and tits, and she's taking a bit of a break while Caitlyn does her nightly pounding of Vi's pussy.
Dinner is a... quiet affair. Vi chews almost mechanically as she looks at the mess they've made of the room. Powder's bra is on the fan. Sex toys still need to be cleaned. Cum is leaking down everyone's thigh.
She's admiring Powder shaped bite marks on Caitlyn's tits, and the massive plug that has Powder wiggling in place as she eats.
"If you don't lose a drop, I'll let Vi put a real baby in you next time," Caitlyn says with a smile as she spoon feeds Powder some mashed potatoes.
"I won't lose a drop, Mommy," Powder says, before exchanging another tongue kiss with Caitlyn.
"Would you like that, Vi?" Breeding your baby sister good and proper?" Caitlyn says, smirking at Vi's erection.
Vi shows her how much she'd like that.
Caitlyn Kiramman has a problem.
Rather, she has a solution to one problem which is itself posing a new challenge.
Namely, Powder.
Namely, being addicted to rough threeway sex with Vi and Powder.
Gone are the late nights of slumber or sex being interrupted by a tiny terrorist climbing in through the window. Gone are green briefs and tank tops for pajamas--or pajamas altogether.
No clothes in bed. No leaving bed. Fuck or be fucked. All night long.
If Powder wakes Caitlyn up by grinding her ass against her crotch, it's because she's worn Vi out and needs to be pounded against the pillows. Pre-work showers have gone from twenty minutes to an hour, needing the time to wash off and rub up the three of them.
She's getting comfortable with being late for work.
She's getting even more comfortable with hiding a wanted criminal beneath her desk on long days when she needs a cunt or cock warmer.
Keeping Powder on all fours keeps her out of trouble. She can't fuck the demons out of the girl, but she can try. Not just for sex, but being there when Powder needs her.
"I love you," Caitlyn says to both of them, once they've all collapsed from exhaustion, despite still having will to go on. The sun is crawling over the horizon and both are nursing at her tits.
"Love you too, Cupcake," Vi rasps adoringly.
"Love you too, Shmaitlyn," Powder mirrors, before falling asleep.
Caitlyn joins them in dreamland with a smile.
And, if she sleeps through her alarm the next day then... there are worse problems to have.