It was beyond wrong, but both of them had stopped caring.
Klaus shoved Violet back onto the bed, causing the bed to squeak and bounce. Her brown hair fanned around her face on the age-spotted pillow. She grinned, shyness still present in her eyes, even though they had done this countless times before. Klaus crashed his lips into hers, hungrily sliding his tongue into her mouth. Violet gasped, then moaned. She pressed her palms against her brother's chest.
Once, the cold sensation of shame would have been present in her shoulders.
But not anymore.
At some point the line between the platonic love of siblings and something more had been blurred. Horribly blurred. Neither of them could remember how it had started; it seemed that it had always been this way. Sneaking kisses when no one was looking, having fast, desperate sex wherever they could. They both knew it was wrong. They were siblings. But they had continued, and nothing had stopped them.
And they weren't sure they could stop on their own.
Klaus fumbled at the crisscrossing ribbons on the front of Violet's dress,almost ripping them off. She let him do as he pleased, gazing up at him lovingly, his face shadowed and hard to make out in the dim light of the room. He and Sunny were the only people she had, the only ones she could depend on. Ever since the fire, they had been the only ones. It only seemed natural to do this with Klaus. She loved him, after all.
She tried not to think about what would happen to them if people found out.
She tried not to think about what their parents would have said, had they known.
She tried not to think about Sunny, who was in the next room. Sunny. Losing her innocence so young.
When Sunny had been a clueless toddler, it had been easy enough to get some privacy. They just made up an excuse and she had unquestioningly obeyed. Then, gradually, she had figured out what they were doing. They weren't exactly quiet in their lovemaking, and they always came back with their clothes askew, flustered and out of breath. Now that Sunny understood the horrible things her older siblings were doing, it became difficult to just ask her to leave. She would regard them with a wide, almost accusing stare. A stare that stabbed into Violet every time she saw it. But Sunny always left without protest, leaving them to repeat their past mistakes.
Klaus had managed to open the front of Violet's dress, revealing her pearly pale breasts. He ran his thumb over her nipple, and she arched her back, pressing into his hand. She gasped his name. He grinned slightly, leaning down to run his tongue across her chest, eliciting moans from her.
They didn't have much time. Klaus didn't even bother to remove either of their clothes; he simply lifted Violet's skirt and pumped quickly in and out of her. Violet clutched the dirty sheets beneath her back as he thrust into her, making the bed creak. When they were done they lay in a heap on the ancient bed, sweaty and panting.
It was so wrong. But it didn't seem to matter anymore.
A/N: God that sucked. But I wrote it, so I'm posting it. I watched the movie last night, so I was in the mood... I wrote it in like ten minutes and didn'tedit anything, so... Yeah. It's super crappy. Review anyway! P