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Powder and Jinx's shared room above Vander’s Tavern – Late Evening
The apartment was unusually quiet as they stepped inside. The usual ruckus that came with their chaotic family life had been swallowed up by the tension hanging thick in the air. Even the hum of the refrigerator seemed muted, as if it was conscious of the heaviness that had settled when the twins entered.
Jinx kicked her shoes off in her and Powder's room and walked straight to her bed, not bothering to turn on the light. She sat onto the edge of the mattress, her fingers twisting into the fabric of her pants as her chest rose and fell in uneven, shallow breaths. Every part of her felt taut, like a string stretched too tight, and she couldn’t shake the image of Powder. Powder dancing. Powder teasing. Her words. The way her body moved, too much, too fast, too close. It was like a storm in Jinx’s chest, leaving her disoriented and frustrated.
But Powder wasn’t done.
The door clicked shut behind her with a quiet finality, and Powder leaned casually against the frame. The same playful smirk still lingered on her lips, but there was something different now. An energy crackled around her, almost daring Jinx to look up. Powder crossed her arms, her gaze sharp and knowing.
“You’re acting weird again,” she observed, voice light, almost teasing.
Jinx didn’t look up, didn’t respond, her fingers still twisting the hem of her pants as she stared down at them. “I’m fine.”
Powder didn’t buy it. Not for a second. She pushed herself off the doorframe and moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate, full of that same mischievous confidence Jinx was too familiar with. The moment Powder was near enough, she dropped onto Jinx’s lap with the kind of casual ease that only Powder could pull off. Her knees pressed into Jinx’s sides, her body leaning forward just a little too close.
Jinx froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest, and for a second, everything else seemed to fall away, leaving only the weight of Powder’s presence on top of her.
“Powder—what are you—?”
Powder grinned, the playful glint in her eyes matching the teasing tone in her voice. “Do you want me to give you a lap dance?” she asked, voice low and smooth as she slowly began to move her hips against Jinx’s lap.
Jinx’s eyes widened in shock, her whole body stiffening. “What—what?” she stammered, her hands instinctively reaching for Powder’s shoulders, but she couldn’t seem to find the strength to push her away.
Powder laughed lightly, her chest vibrating with the sound, clearly enjoying the chaos she was causing. “God, Jinx, calm down. You look like you’re gonna have an aneurysm,” she teased.
Jinx’s face burned bright red, her hands trembling as she tried to push Powder off. Her body, however, was betraying her. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t find the words. Every inch of her was hyper-aware of the closeness, of the heat coming off Powder’s body, of the slow, rhythmic grinding that was sending sharp jolts of electricity through Jinx’s nerves. The world was spinning, and she was caught in it. Her thoughts were a mess, a thousand racing questions and emotions crashing against one another. But there was only one thing her body could focus on—getting away.
“Seriously, Pow—fuck you!” Jinx finally managed to yell, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and anger. With one sharp push, she sent Powder sprawling onto the floor.
Powder landed on her ass with a soft thud, a surprised expression quickly turning into a frown. She rubbed her backside before sitting up, glaring at Jinx, eyes full of frustration. “What’s your problem, Jinx?” she snapped, the tone sharp, the playful facade faltering. “I was joking.”
But Jinx didn’t respond, her body curled into itself, her knees hugged tightly against her chest. She was shaking slightly now, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, and the heat in her face hadn’t faded. It wasn’t just the embarrassment. It was the way Powder had crossed a line she didn’t know how to react to. It was too much. Too fast. And Jinx couldn’t handle it.
“Fuck you,” she muttered under her breath, the words laced with frustration and hurt.
Powder’s expression faltered. For a moment, she just stared at Jinx, her eyes searching her sister’s curled form, trying to understand the depth of what was happening. She’d pushed too far, hadn’t she? She hadn’t meant for it to go like this. It was just a joke, just something playful between them, but Jinx wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t playing along. She was hurt.
The weight of that realization crashed over Powder like a wave, her chest tightening in guilt. She had pushed Jinx too hard. She hadn’t even realized it until now. The line she’d crossed was no longer something distant and unclear. It was right there, burning brightly in the space between them.
“Jinx…” Powder whispered, her voice softer now, the teasing edge gone. She wanted to reach out, wanted to fix whatever it was she’d done, but her body didn’t seem to know how. She didn’t know how to make it right.
But Jinx didn’t move. Didn’t look up. Her back was turned, her face buried in her knees, hiding the tears that Powder couldn’t see but could hear in her sister’s muffled sobs.
Powder stayed on the floor, her hands pressed into the carpet beneath her, her mind racing with guilt and confusion. She’d never meant to hurt Jinx. She’d never meant to make her feel like this. But now, with the silence stretching between them, with the tension thick enough to choke her, Powder realized that she had, in fact, made a mistake. A huge one.
She swallowed thickly, the weight of her sister’s pain pressing down on her. The joke, the teasing, the playful banter—it was all just a cover. A mask for the deeper feelings she wasn’t ready to confront. But Jinx—Jinx was always the one who saw through her. Always the one who felt everything.
And right now, Powder could feel it too. The crack in their bond. The distance between them that wasn’t supposed to be there.
“Jinx…” Powder tried again, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
The tension in the room hung heavy like a storm cloud, neither of them daring to speak for what felt like an eternity. Powder’s apology was quiet, almost drowned out by the silence that had enveloped them.
She sat on the floor, facing Jinx’s bed, staring down at her hands, not sure how to approach her sister. The room felt too small, too close, and yet so far away from the connection they once had.
“Jinx,” Powder whispered again, her voice a little shaky. “I’m... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... push you. I... I didn’t realize how far I went.”
Jinx didn’t move. She stayed curled up against the wall, knees drawn tight, her face hidden in the folds of her blanket. The only indication that she was still listening was the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders.
“I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable,” Powder continued, her voice softening. “I just... I didn’t know. I thought you were just messing with me... But I can see now I... I really crossed a line, huh?”
There was a long pause. Jinx’s voice, small and fragile, broke through the silence. “I... I want it.”
Powder blinked, her heart racing, confused. “What?”
Jinx didn’t look up, but her voice was raw, barely above a whisper. “The lap dance. I want it... but you were just teasing me. You didn’t mean it. It was all a joke.”
Powder stared at her, struggling to process what Jinx had just said. “What... do you mean? You really want me to give you a lap dance?”
Jinx’s voice faltered, and Powder could hear the sadness lacing her words. “Yeah... I do. But you don’t actually want to. You think it’s weird. You think it’s disgusting. And you don’t want me like that. You never will.”
Powder's chest tightened as she processed this, feeling like the ground beneath her was suddenly shifting. Her lips parted, unsure of how to respond, her mind trying to make sense of everything. She felt... awkward. Unprepared. “Jinx,” she said hesitantly. “If you really want it... I’ll give it to you.”
Jinx’s eyes finally met Powder’s—teary and confused. “You don’t want to,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “You think it’s messed up.”
Powder rolled her eyes, trying to shake off the tension. She couldn’t let this go on any longer. This was her sister. She had to do something to break through. “Do you want one or not?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.
Jinx hesitated, her hands shaking as she pulled her knees tighter to her chest. Finally, she nodded, just barely. “Yes.”
Powder stood, her heart pounding in her chest, unsure of what was happening but feeling the weight of her sister’s vulnerability pressing against her. She walked over to Jinx, gently pulling her away from the wall, her fingers brushing against Jinx’s wrist. “Okay, then. If you really want it, let’s just... do this.”
Powder takes a deep breath, trying to hide her own nervousness. She positions herself onto Jinx’s lap, her arms wrapping around Jinx's neck. She begins to move slowly, her body pressing against Jinx as she starts to grind against her, matching the rhythm of her earlier tease. The room is filled with a tense, charged atmosphere as Powder tries to focus on Jinx's reactions, ensuring she's doing what Jinx wants. Jinx's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into the touch, her body responding despite the emotional turmoil she's in.
As the lap dance continues, the atmosphere in the room shifts from tense to charged with a mix of emotions—embarrassment, desire, and a strange sense of intimacy. Powder moves with a newfound purpose, her hips grinding against Jinx in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leans in, her lips brushing against Jinx's ear as she whispers, "Is this what you wanted?"
Jinx's breath comes in short gasps, her body betraying her as she feels a rush of sensations. She nods slightly, her eyes still closed, lost in the moment. "Yes," she whispers back, her voice barely audible.
Powder continues leaving soft kisses along Jinx's neck. Jinx's hands tentatively reach out, gripping Powder's hips, pulling her even closer. The dance becomes more intense, more passionate, as they both lose themselves in the moment.
Suddenly, Jinx's eyes flutter open, and she pulls back slightly, her expression a mix of confusion and realization. "Powder, I—" she starts, but Powder cuts her off, a soft smile on her lips.
"Shh, don't overthink it, Jinx," Powder murmurs, her voice gentle. "Just feel."
Jinx nods, taking a deep breath, and allows herself to be pulled back into the moment. They move together, their bodies syncing in a way that feels both foreign and natural. The room is filled with an electric tension, a mix of unspoken words and raw emotion.
As the dance comes to an end, Powder slows her movements, her breath ragged. She leans her forehead against Jinx's, their eyes locked. "Better?" she asks softly.
Jinx takes a moment to respond, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. "Yeah," she finally whispers. "Better."
They stay like that for a moment, their foreheads touching, their breaths syncing. Then, slowly, they pull apart, the spell broken. Powder stands up, offering her hand to Jinx. "Come on, you can sleep with me tonight. You've had a long day."
Jinx takes her hand, allowing Powder to pull her up. As they climb into Powder's bed, side by side, the room falls silent once more. The events of the night hang heavy in the air, but there's a new understanding between them, a bond forged in the heat of the moment. They lie there, back to back, their breaths slowly returning to normal as they drift off to sleep, the weight of their shared secret a comforting presence in the darkness.