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“You wanted it,” Jen whispers into Andy’s neck as she sinks right down onto her cock. Andy shivers, closes her eyes; Jen doesn't need any sort of special ability to know that she's telling herself it's okay, my girlfriend won't come back anyway, I've really done it this time and now no one will ever want to be with me besides my stupid fucking half-sister, so what. It's endearing how her face twists around, how she bites down on her lip to keep the pleasure from slipping out. Jen finally has something on her—-her teenage sister. It's pathetic, but she's proudly pathetic, she isn't pathetic at all, how dare you.
They're in the school's private accessible bathroom, because Jen getting what she wants outweighs the need of anyone who might actually need the room, and Andy is draped over the closed toilet, skirt around her legs, one stocking pulled down.
I didn't say sex stuff. Gross. But then Andy had made a big deal of Jen's lack of power once again, gloating her words out in front of the whole damn building, almost as if she'd wanted it, a sick taunt. What choice was there?
"You're mad," Andy replies, her voice tight and controlled.
"I'll tell mom you didn't get in," Jen says, a soft kiss into the underside of Andy's jaw—too gentle for their dynamic. "How do you think she'll feel?"
"She'll find out eventually, idiot," Andy whispers back. She clearly doesn't know what to do with her hands, keeps them hanging down, horribly awkward.
"Do you fuck your girlfriend like this?" Jen asks, and it draws a sharp laugh from Andy's throat, vibrating against Jen's lips. "No wonder she—"
"Remember I have super strength."
"You won't use it on me. You know better."
She wonders, for a brief shooting-star-fleeting moment, if Andy's lack of touch is because she is afraid. If she did use her powers on Jen, the consequences within the family would be far too great, and then they'd ask questions; it's nothing more than that, there's nothing there. Her stupid sister.
Jen has always affirmed her—the fact that she finds Andy horrific has nothing to do with that support, she's just being a good person. She's such a good sister, Andy doesn't even know it. She takes Andy's right hand with hers, carefully drags it over her thighs and up the sides of her torso. Her touch is indeed strong, but Jen sees the care embedded in her hesitation; she really doesn't want to hurt Jen.
Now she feels bad. Just a little bit.
"Hey," Jen whispers, pulling back to strike Andy with a glare. "If she was gonna find out anyway, why'd you let me do this?"
Andy only shrugs. It's maybe the most honest gesture she has ever made in Jen's presence.
Jen kisses her.
