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It was pathetic, Vi thought to herself, holding back a moan. Not only that, but it was also beyond cruel and vile.
She could hear Cait laughing and chatting excitedly from the next room. They were about to get married, after all. It was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. The day where they would vow to stay together and to respect each other for the rest of their days.
Caitlyn was giddy, gushing to her mother about how happy she was...
And Vi was in the dressing room, bent over, suit pants down to her ankles as Jinx fingered her from behind.
"She sounds excited, that's a good sign." Jinx whispered into her ear, and Vi could practically hear the smirk.
She wished she could say she didn’t know how she had gotten herself into that situation, wished she could say she had done her best to fight against it... But that would’ve been a lie.
Jinx hadn’t forced her, hadn’t tricked her. She had simply grinned and said, amusement in her voice, “You’re looking at me like you want your little sister to fuck you before you get married.”
Vi had swallowed, cheeks reddening. She could have said no, could’ve scowled and chastised Jinx for even suggesting such a thing at the day of her wedding. She should have.
But when she walked into her dressing room to find her sister sitting on the couch, gorgeous in her suit, bow tie undone and hair tied into a long ponytail, her first thought had been exactly that.
How she wanted for Jinx to fuck her.
So, when Jinx smiled, dangerous eyes and sharp teeth, pulling Vi into a harsh kiss, she had let her. They fell into it all too easily, the motions all too familiar at that point.
So much for saying the last time it happened would be their last time.
"I knew we'd end up like this at some point today," The blue haired girl giggled, kissing Vi’s neck softly as she pulled her fingers away. The brawler felt her cheeks redden as she whined at the loss of contact. Jinx laughed again, and Vi could feel something slip between legs. “So, I packed a little something. A wedding gift.”
Biting down her own lip, Vi shut her eyes tightly as Jinx slowly moved her hips, strap-on teasingly grinding against her soaked cunt. It was unfair, how much that turned her on. And it was especially unfair that Jinx knew it.
The young girl knew exactly what buttons to push to get Vi to that state, embarrassingly wet and ready to be fucked. She didn't know if it was because this had happened too many times already, or if Jinx just instinctively knew how to make her crumble.
“Happy wedding day, sis.” Muttered, breath heavy as she began to slip the strap inside her big sister.
“Fuck.” The pink haired girl cursed.
“Shh, we wouldn’t want to be interrupted, would we?” Jinx spoke, thrusting forward way too abruptly for someone trying to be inconspicuous.
Vi could feel blood in her mouth as she continued to bite down on her lip. How was she going to pull herself together enough to look normal for the wedding? How would she explain her swollen lip, ruined panties and bite marks to her soon-to-be wife?
“Look at you, so turned on that you have to put all your strength into being quiet.” Her sister sneered, voice low. Her pace was getting harder and faster, and Vi knew the table she was bent over was likely making too much noise at that point. She focused her hearing, Cait still seemed to be chatting away, unaware of what was happening to her fiancé just a door away.
A sharp slap echoed as Jinx hit her ass, and Vi could feel herself tightening around the strap-on.
“No thinking about her while I’m the one fucking you.” The smaller girl pulled her hair and hissed into her ear, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. She pushed Vi further down, pinning her against the table with all of her body’s strength, hips moving more forcefully. “Your little sister is the one deep inside your pussy, making you whine and moan, don’t forget it.”
Another slap, just as loud and hard, and this time Vi couldn’t help but to let out a small whimper.
“Wait,” Jinx teasingly asked, hips slowing their pace and earning her a frustrated hiss. “Don’t tell me you liked it, sis.”
The older girl swallowed, petrified.
The pace slowed further, “Answer my question or I’ll stop." Threatened. "Do you like it?”
Vi nodded, ashamed as she writhed against the strap, trying to get more friction. “Y- Yes, I do.” Muttered
Jinx’s face lit up in victory, resuming her pace. “Tell me properly, use your words.”
“I...” Stuttered, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. “I like it... When you spank me, Jinx.”
The smaller girl hummed, hand coming in contact once again with her sister’s ass. “Pervert. I bet I’m the only one who gets you like this,” Jeered, hips rolling against Vi. She could feel herself tighten around the strap, body shaking. “I bet you play top with all the others, pretending that deep down you’re not itching to be fucked, pretending you’re not your little sister’s whore.”
“Fuck, Jinx!” The pink haired girl put her hands over her mouth to try and keep quiet. Her hips bucked erratically against Jinx, desperate and clumsy.
Biting into her hand, she began to come, her orgasm stronger than she’d ever felt.
Slowly, she came down from it, her sister grinning smugly on top of her. Jinx always had the same satisfied look on her face after sex, Vi on the other hand, could feel the familiar guilt she always felt creeping in.
'It's my wedding day.'
“Vi?” A soft knock came at the door. “Is everything ok?”
It was Caitlyn’s mother.
“Jinx, please,” Whispered, trying to get away. In all honesty, Vi was more than strong enough to escape by herself, something they were both very aware of. She wasn't sure what exactly that said about herself, the fact she let Jinx overpower her.
The younger girl huffed in annoyance, but complied, pulling the strap out.
“Y- Yeah, everything is ok!” Vi replied, voice cracking slightly at the motion. “Just doing some pre-wedding-“ Flinched, legs wobbling as she tried to pull her pants back on. “… Workout.”
Jinx snickered.
“Workout?” The older Kiramman asked, suspicious.
“We’re sparring a little bit, you know Vi.” Jinx declared loudly. Vi winced, unsure if her sister’s words would make things better or worse. The girl skipped to the entrance, strap still out of her pants, and panic rose inside the brawler. “Getting physical is the only thing that calms her nerves.”
Hiding most of her body behind the door, Jinx nudged it open slightly. Vi rushed to fix her clothes, wiping the blood from her lip.
The woman took one look at Jinx’s grin, then Vi’s disheveled state and rolled her eyes. “Don’t get too carried away, you’re getting married in a few hours. Can’t do that with a bloody nose.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jinx nodded excitedly, “I’ll make sure she’s presentable.”
A curt nod and she walked away without so much as a second glance.
Retreating footsteps, more laughter from the next room.
“Relax.” Jinx rolled her eyes, shutting the door. “Us fucking is the last thing that would ever cross her mind.”
“What were you thinking?! Opening the door?” Hissed, temper flaring up as she stomped towards the smaller girl. “And put that away!” Motioned to the strap.
A smirk. “I will.” She held it in Vi’s direction. “As soon as you clean it up.”
Her whole face flushed, “What? I’m not-“
“Guess I’ll go check if your bride wants a lick.” Shrugged, hand turning the doorknob. “It was just inside her future wife, after all. I’m sure she’d like that.”
Vi rushed forward, grabbing the girl’s arm. “Don’t.”
“Think carefully about your next move, sis.” Jinx spoke, amused. “You wouldn’t want to cause a scene and postpone the wedding, would you?”
Gritting her teeth, the taller girl slowly got on her knees, and Jinx’s eyes glowed with approval. Cheeks red at the demeaning position, Vi wrapped her mouth around the strap, sucking it softly.
“Fuck, you’ve never looked better, Vi.” Jinx grunted, grabbing at the short pink hair to guide the girl’s movements.
She was being surprisingly gentle, Vi noted, raising her gaze to meet her sister’s. The satisfied look was back on her face.
It was best not to aggravate her, who knew what Jinx would do to ruin the wedding if she felt wronged somehow. Vi inched forward, taking the whole strap inside her throat, and Jinx’s body trembled in response.
‘This was the last time.’ She promised to herself. ‘This was the last time.’
“If they could see you now… On your knees, sucking me like that…” Her grip on Vi's hair tightened. “You love this, don’t you? Being mine.”
Vi could feel herself becoming wet again. "This will be the last time."
Jinx simply laughed in response.