Chapter 3: A Sister's Advances
Peeta's POV
The death of my mother-in-law isn't the only tragedy to befall the family I have wed into. Several months after Prim's and my wedding, my brother-in-law, Gale Hawthorne, tragically perishes in a mining accident. It is one of the worst collapses in District 12 history, the worst on record - close to 70 men lose their lives in the rubble and ensuing blaze. My wife's sister, Katniss Hawthorne (neƩ Everdeen) is left the widowed mother of a little boy, and is pregnant with her second child.
It is left up to me to take care of the funeral. Primrose receives an urgent medical assignment from the Capitol. Being the wife of a Victor, she is afforded the opportunity to travel for her career, and I let her go. She clearly does not want to be around for the memorials for Gale, and seems to wish to be alone in her grief. She tells me in our bed one night that her Healing work in the Capitol might do some good for her, to cope. I see my wife off with a kiss goodbye on the train, then turn my attention along with Haymitch to bury my brother-in-law. Katniss wears all black in mourning on the funeral's rainy day, and is inconsolable.
Prim's assignment takes her away from home for many weeks, and I am left alone in an empty house. From observing the mansion next door, I can how Katniss's belly has grown steadily rounder; it is a miracle she hasn't lost the baby.
One evening, I am preparing myself dinner, when there is a knock at the door. I open it to find my sister-in-law with a very pronounced stomach, and she staggers in without even waiting for me to ask her inside. She is crying, clutching her stomach, and at first I wonder if she is in labor, or in any kind of pain.
"Katniss, what's wrong?"
"I want Gale!" she cries. "I want Gale in my bed and I can't have him; my libido is driving me crazy!" I blush at the comments untoward; the last thing I want to know about is my sister-in-law's sex drive. Primrose can be pretty horny and assertive when she wants to be, and although we have yet to discuss having children, I have a feeling that when she does get pregnant, she will want to make love heartily and often. Primrose is half-Merchant on her mother's side, so any children of ours would be three-quarters Merchant, just as any children of Katniss and Gale's will be three-quarters Seam. And speaking of children...
"Where's John?" I ask, referring to Katniss's son, and Primrose's and my nephew.
"Haymitch is with him," Katniss dismisses. She raises her eyes to me, looking and sounding like a lost little kid. "Can... can I stay with you?"
I nod, and with a shrug, lead her over to the couch, where I hold her as she weeps. It is many minutes, before she calms, and says, with a sniffle, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" I blink.
"You've never been anything but kind to me, and I've disappointed you time and time again. I... I'll always regret not responding to advances all those years ago."
I gape at her in astonishment, my heart pounding, and all at once begin to feel very nervous. My heart leaps into my head practically, when Katniss's hand suddenly cups my cheek, turning my face and her lips crane up to kiss me deeply on the mouth.
At first, I don't resist, but then I pull away. "Katniss..." I breathe, my voice heavy, "we can't do this." Though she may be widowed, I am still a married man - married to her sister! - and I want to remain faithful to my wife.
She blinks, eyelids hooded while staring at me with doe eyes. "Why not?" she whispers huskily. And then she is moving her mouth along my jawline, leaving her lips and hot breath lingering against my jaw. Her mouth feels wet against my skin.
My principles crumble. I give in. Tilting her head back, I kiss Katniss roughly on the mouth. Moaning almost in relief, she kisses me back, and we tumble back onto the couch, making out.
Like all those years before, the hem of Katniss's blue dress rides up high along her thighs and she spreads her legs eagerly for me. Our fingers and hands tug at clothes in our haste to undress each other, and I soon have myself lined up to her entrance.
I plunge into my sister-in-law, the woman I have still in some small, unspoken measure wanted for years, and begin to thrust. And thrust. And thrust.
"Oooooh... Ahhhh... Ahhhh... Uhhhh... Mmmm... Hmmmm... Guhh... fuck, fuck, fuck, motherfucker..." Katniss is babbling and moaning sounds in my ears, her fingernails clawing at my back.
I growl like an animal, stoking and stoking her core, and finally with a weak slam, two, I spill all I have into her. With a sexy wail, Katniss follows moments later.
We stay on the couch that night, wrapped in each other's arms, confident that the train from the Capitol is days away and likely won't be back until well after tomorrow. I wake up late the day after to find that my sister-in-law, sex hormones satisfied, is gone.
