It had been seven months and twelve days since Klaus's last birthday, closing the age gap between Klaus and Violet down to just a year, him 16 and her 17 years old.
It had been two months since that horrible storm that landed them on this island, face down in the sand, miraculously alive.
It had been three weeks since Klaus had made love to his sister. God, it sounds so wrong when you say it like that.
He sat on the beach as the sun set behind him, watching Violet splash in the shallow waves with Sunny. The younger girl laughed easily, trying to jump the waves as high as Violet could. Violet grabbed Sunny under her arms and headed for deeper water with her, letting her practice her swimming. Klaus and Violet had taken turns teaching her, but she was a very fast learner.
Klaus held the growing Beatrice in his lap while he sat cross legged in the cooling sand. The baby was starting to reach for everything now, of course pulling off his glasses all the time. She smiled a lot, too. She also never wanted to be set down. She loved being held, crying whenever they even thought about leaving her in her cradle in order to get something done, so Violet had made a little pack for her to sit in, that could strap to either their front or their back, and they could carry her with them but leave their hands free for other things. Genius.
Soon, Sunny was running across the sand, standing over him, water droplets falling in rivulets off of her and onto them. Klaus handed her a towel. "Did you see me?" Sunny asked proudly.
"Yes, I did. I think you are probably the best swimmer I have ever seen!" Klaus told her, pulling on her arm so that she fell to sit next to him in the sand, and he put his arm around her. "And, just remind me, what is the number one rule of swimming?"
"Never go swimming alone," she piped, leaning into his side as Violet walked up the beach toward them.
"Right," he said. "And what is the second rule of swimming?"
Sunny scrunched her forehead in confusion. She looked up into his face and said, "I don't remember the second rule, Klaus."
"The second rule of swimming," said Violet teasingly, as she approached them, taking a towel from Klaus, "is don't get eaten by sharks!" Klaus tickled Sunny suddenly and she shrieked in laughter.
"That's not a rule!" she squealed, laughing at the joke.
"No," Klaus agreed with her, "but it is really good advice."
Late that evening, Klaus lay facing Violet in their small bed. The babies had been tucked in and Violet had turned on the rocking device for Beatrice's cradle, which helped to keep her asleep for longer. Using it felt a little like cheating, so they rarely relied on it, but Violet had come to bed with an unusual glint in her eye.
They hadn't had sex since that first time. Not because Klaus didn't want to, he definitely did, and some days it was all he could think of, but because then he would also think of Kit, and the baby and all the blood.
Violet traced circles on the back of his hand that lay on the bed between them. She moved her whole body closer to him, close enough that her head now lay on his pillow. "Klaus," she asked quietly, "can I kiss you?'
A corner of his mouth snicked up in a half smile. "Of course," he answered in a voice that said he was teasing, and he pointed to his cheek, offering it to her. She made a sound in the back of her throat that would be the soundtrack to eyerolling, but she kissed him, sweet and quick on the cheek. He pointed to his other cheek, lifting it from the pillow to turn toward her. She kissed him there. She smelled like the wind and the sea, like outside, and a little bit like Beatrice. He pointed to his forehead and ducked his head for her to reach it with her lips. He continued with his nose, but when he pointed to his chin, Violet place an oh, so warm, open-mouthed kiss there, and continued right on down his jaw line, stealing all the levity and replacing it with a hollow feeling in his chest, a longing that just about stole away his breath. How could he have forgotten, in just a few weeks, how good it felt to to have Violet's mouth against his skin, not realizing how incomplete he had felt until she was there completing him, filling him up again?
He turned his face so she could kiss him all the way up to his earlobe, where she nibbled naughtily, saying in his ear, "Can I touch you?" But she was already running her hand through his hair, her thumb over his cheek, down his neck and shoulder.
He nodded. "Yes," he said, all breath. She traced his collarbones, one with her fingers, the other with her lips, pushing him over onto his back. She brushed her fingers down the front of his tee shirt and back up inside of it to rub the soft hair that grew on his chest, then back down to draw circles around his belly button, taking her sweet time all the while. Klaus had forgotten what a huge tease his sister was. Violet placed her mouth over his nipple, the shirt still in between them, and sucked at it, using her hand to pluck at his other, making it harden, sending little pulses of electricity straight to his groin.
"Violet," he urged, but once again he was unsure of what he wanted from her. He felt his concerns…Kit, pregnancy, blood… fading, fading in the face of such desire and the promise of sweet pleasure gotten from Violet's body. He remembered now how good it felt to thrust into her, to feel her soft body, pliable, under his. He pulled her over him to lay on his chest as he ran his hands down her spine and back up under her shirt, pulling it off quickly. She took a moment, her head above his, just to look into his eyes, making sure of him, then brushed her nose against his. He captured her lips with his, their first kiss in almost a month. It felt like the first one all over again. Except it wasn't just one kiss, was it? It was like communicating with your heart, when every press of lips and tongues, every breath shared, was followed by another and another, each saying love, and care, and mine, mine.
Violet lifted herself a little when Klaus tried to reach his hands between them to cup her breasts, giving him room to duck his head down to kiss there, too. He kissed wherever he could reach, pushing his hands back down her back and into her underwear to squeeze her bottom. "Can we take these off?" he asked.
Violet lifted herself onto her knees, wiggling out of her panties, before pulling his boxers down his legs for him. Klaus sat up to pull his shirt over his head, meeting Violet on his knees for another heated kiss, a bit more desperate than before, pulling her hips close to his and pushing his erection in between her legs to slide in her damp curls. It felt good already and he wasn't even inside her, yet. Quick, breathy sounds were coming from the back of Violet's throat and she was holding on so tight, her arms wrapped under his arms to curl around his shoulders. He picked her knees up to either side of him, making her fall back on her bottom, running his hands up her thighs and body, until he was laying on top of her. "Okay?" he asked her.
"Yes," she answered, then he was pushing into her, as deep as he could go. "Oh," she called out in a long, drawn out moan, "yes. That's good." Klaus felt proud to have made her cry out so. He began to thrust, slow and deep strokes, one forearm holding him up over her while he used the other to squeeze her hip, wrap around her thigh, brush up her arm, or palm her nipple. It all felt better than he remembered. Amazing.
"You feel amazing," he told her, unintentionally speeding up, pushing himself up, kneeling between her legs and thrusting into her, holding her waist tight. Her body was laid out before him, her breasts bouncing with each bump of his hips to hers, her hands reaching down to hold his knees, to keep herself from being pushed away by his movements. He could see the way his shaft went in and out of her slick center. It was too much, too stimulating, too exciting. "God, Violet." He wished it could go on forever, but the end was coming too soon, and there was no stopping it.
"Don't stop! I'm…I'm so close," she had her eyes closed so tight, concentrating on her own pleasure.
"I can't," he said breathlessly, shaking his head, himself dangerously close. He tried thinking of something else, anything to keep the end from coming.
"Klaus," she pleaded. "Please,.. just…," but she had no words. Her muscles were wound up so tight, her limbs shaking in anticipation, her own pelvis thrusting against his movements, but it was no use. Her voice, her obvious pleasure, her body, it all just worked to send him over the edge even quicker.
"Fuck," he said under his breath, pulling out, barely getting out in time, to spill his seed across her pubic bone. He immediately replaced his thrusting movements with his fingers pushed deep inside her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Klaus repeated to her.
He used his thumb to brush her sensitive nub, and she had been close, because her mouth was open in silent, pleasurable agony, because he could feel her pulsing tight around his fingers, thighs closing, but not preventing him from continuing, though he did slow, only stopping when she cried out in a strangled voice, "Klaus!" Then again, softer, "Klaus."
She lay there, just breathing, and smiled dopily at him when she finally opened her eyes to find him watching her, then covered her face with her hands. "Don't look at me like that," she said with a small chuckle.
"What? Like you're beautiful?" Klaus asked her.
"It takes some getting used to, don't you think," Violet replied, "to be totally bare and vulnerable in front of someone you care so much about?" She laughed again.
Klaus pushed her knees to the side and crawled up the bed to lay beside Violet, curling his long frame around her. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are so beautiful, so smart, caring and sweet. You are too many good things to even say. You are absolutely sexy." He laughed a little bit. "You see how quickly it all goes, from start to finish? That's all your fault for being too sexy…and everything about you just feels too good."
"Well, I think we just need some practice," she said with a wink, and he just groaned, because he could feel himself already hardening again at the thought, and he wondered for a minute if she would want to try again, tonight.
Several hours later, no, more than that, because a slice of dawn was peeking through the window, Klaus fell out of sleep as Violet was slipping back into bed. "Where are you coming from?" Klaus murmured, reaching out and pulling her back snug against his chest.
"Feeding Beatrice," she whispered back. "She almost slept all night. I was afraid she wouldn't want to go back to sleep, but she was out like a light."
"Sorry, I didn't even hear her," Klaus apologized. He kissed her shoulder softly. She had put back on her button up shirt when she got up to feed Beatrice, but according to what his hands were feeling right now as he rubbed them up her thigh to her stomach, that was all she was wearing. He held one of her breasts, and noted it felt really warm compared to the rest of her skin, and heavy. He ran his thumb gently over the side of it before pushing his hand up through the top of her shirt to caress her neck and nudge her face in his direction so he could kiss her mouth. He pulled his whole arm out to work on the buttons of her shirt.
Violet pushed her bottom back against his erection, and he bucked his hips gently in the cleft of her backside. Klaus nudged her hip that was against the mattress, motioning her up on all fours, following up to kneel behind her, holding her waist to steady them both. He drew his hands up her back and down her shoulders in a relaxing, massaging way, all the way down to her bottom and thighs. She looked over her shoulder at him, meeting his eyes, just as he slid his fingers along her slit, feeling how wet she was for him. He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Oh God," she said, arousal and also nervousness lacing her tone.
He hitched the head of his penis just inside her, placed a hand on each of her hips and pulled her back onto him. "Oh God," she said again, closing her eyes, letting her head drop forward. Klaus tended to agree with her. It felt really good. He began a steady rhythm, could feel his pubic bone hitting her bottom and liked the way it sounded. He could see how his erection was covered in her slick wetness as it pushed in and out of her. He was squeezing her bottom, her waist, and leaning heavily over her to reach her breasts.
They were both grunting with every hard thrust, out of breath, but Klaus thought Violet must be right about the whole practicing idea, because he felt his stamina was going to be much better this morning. He pushed himself deep into her, then wrapped his arms around her as if embracing her, but instead pulled her torso upright. He kept moving shallowly in her as he removed the old shirt that hung open now from her shoulders. He kissed her neck and shoulder, both arms wrapped around her middle, hands roaming freely.
Violet felt really tight in this position, and it made it harder to thrust into her, but she must have really liked it because a stream of incomprehensible sound was coming from her mouth now. He added to her stimulation by letting his hand slide down her belly to land between her legs, rubbing soft circles.
"Does it feel good?" he asked in her ear, sucking on her lobe.
"Yes," she answered, loud in the quiet of the early morning.
"Shh. Your body feels so good, Violet," he encouraged her.
"It's…you, Klaus," she replied with a breathless voice. "You are… the good…one. I need you."
"I'm here," he reminded her. "I love you."
"God, yes," she exclaimed loudly. He could feel her body trembling under his hands. "Faster… a little faster! Klaus… please?" He did his best to accommodate her, rocking his body up into her, tilting his hips a bit faster than before, and then she was coming, and it must have been the first time she had while he was inside of her, because it all became so tight, pulsing and trying to push him out.
"Oh, Violet," Klaus groaned, doing his best to push through her orgasm. Violet dropped forward, unable to hold herself upright any longer, onto her forearms, hands twisting in the sheets. He leaned over her, hands planted on the bed, chasing his own pleasure now, pumping fast. He lasted long enough to feel Violet pulse around him again, fainter than the first time, but still so good when she gasped out his name in surprise, and he could feel himself coming and he had to pull out, even though he really didn't want to. He had to. He was still leaning over her and tried to sit back quickly, pushing down hard at their coupling with his hand to force himself out, trying to block himself from squirting all over her, or in her, for that matter. Had he? He really wasn't sure. Well...shit.
What a dangerous game to play.