Klaus Baudelaire could barely keep his eyes open as he lay all by himself in the very small bed that he shared with his sister, Violet, drowsing along to the sound of her singing a soft lullaby to their baby sister, Sunny, laying her down to sleep on the other side of their tiny attic room. After kissing her little sister sweetly on the cheek, Violet rushed across the cold room to the bed, shaking him awake as she landed on the mattress with an indiscreet bounce, backing in quickly next to Klaus and grabbing his arm to wrap over her own as if his limb were a blanket.
"I'm freezing!" Violet shivered, her teeth chattering just a little. "I hope you don't mind too much, but I thought Sunny should keep the blanket tonight. It's gotten pretty cold up here the last few nights and she already has the sniffles."
"Of course it's fine," Klaus mumbled through the tangle of hair that had landed in his face when Violet had flopped down next to him, "but you're cold, too. What if you catch a cold?" Klaus extricated his arms from her grasp and gathered her hair all into one hand, laying it up and out of the way on the thin, gray pillow they shared. He noticed regrettably that Violet had only the one thin dress to wear and that wouldn't be nearly warm enough for the oncoming winter.
"Well, I have you to keep me warm, don't I?" she answered with a chuckle, squirming to get comfortable as Klaus wrapped his arms back around her, placing his cold nose in the crook of her neck.
"Klaus! Quit!" Violet squealed, scrunching up her shoulders to push him off. "Your nose is like ice and your breath on my neck is giving me more goosebumps!"
He laughed against her neck again, causing a cascade of gooseflesh to appear across her arms and down her back, making her shiver violently in his arms, making her laugh. It was rare for Violet to be in such a playful mood. Klaus took advantage, tickling her sides, making her giggle and protest as she tried in vain to push his hands away. "Shh," he said in her ear, causing even more chilly goosebumps to rise over her neck and down her shoulder. "You'll wake the baby."
Violet harrumphed. "Two can play at that game!" She turned over quickly to face Klaus, giving him an evil grin, pulling at his sweater and making hasty work of untucking the oxford shirt underneath. Before he knew what was happening Violet had placed her freezing cold hands directly on Klaus's stomach.
He complained, objecting wildly, but quietly, since Sunny was asleep. "Violet, no, your hands are like ice cubes!" he laughed as he struggled, but she was scrappy and stronger than she looked, because somehow she managed to pull herself even closer to him, sliding those ice cubes she called hands around to his back. They wrestled like this for a few minutes, legs and arms hopelessly entangled, until Violet begged him to stop.
"Please, Klaus," she pouted, "You're so warm and I'm so cold and I don't have a blanket!"
Klaus found the sensation wasn't too bad if she kept her hands perfectly still on his back. He eventually relaxed into the embrace and Violet beamed at him affectionately for letting her have her way, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek to say thank you.
"Now, be still and go to sleep," he said to her in a bossy whisper, feigning grumpiness.
Klaus had grown quite a bit in the last few years. He now stood at least six inches taller than Violet, and as he lay with her he rested his chin on the top of her head as she snuggled her face into his chest. Once again, he gathered all of her unruly hair into his hands, pulling it from around her neck where it had twisted to smooth the long strands down the length of her back.
"Hmmm," Violet hummed into his sweater. "See? Isn't this nice?"
Klaus barely flinched when she slid her hands up his spine to curl around his shoulders, leaving him his own trail of goosebumps in their wake. Violet pulled herself closer to him, wiggling and getting comfortable for sleep, rocking her pelvis firmly against his as she settled in. He noticed, because he was a boy, and boys notice such things.
He ignored it easily. A complete accident of course. After a few minutes passed between them in silence and stillness, Klaus's eyes drifted closed. In his deep relaxation, Klaus hardly noticed a tightening of Violet's fingers around his shoulders and another, almost imperceptible, rock of her hips. But wait. There it was again, and then again. Again, he felt a small bump against his pelvis.
Now, Klaus was definitely awake, eyes wide open, trying to control his breathing. He held perfectly still. Should he try to ignore this? Should he pretend to be asleep, pretend that this wasn't happening? Was she trying to be sneaky?
He had, not often, but definitely had sometimes entertained thoughts of something like this happening between them. When the night was cold and sleepless and Violet was laying right next to him, when a little comfort and pleasure would have been welcome, when there was no privacy between them, only inches, he would sometimes look at her and forget for a moment that she was his sister, because she had grown into a lovely girl with curves that he longed to touch. These thoughts would be followed with immediate shame, but the images he'd conjured in his imagination often haunted him in his dreams. He had certainly had his share of naughty dreams about his sister. He forgave himself these private indulgences, because he knew that Violet was the only girl he interacted with on a daily basis and it made sense that his hormone-wracked body would subconsciously react this way.
Unfortunately, some of these naughty ideas started to pervade his mind now, causing his erection to grow. He practically rolled his eyes at himself. Violet was laying so close he was sure she would be able to feel how hard he had become inside his pants, and then there would be no sense in pretending to be asleep.
Sure enough, her next gentle rock caused her to let out a stilted breath against his shoulder. Klaus clenched his jaw tightly at the pleasurable sensation. His self control crumbled entirely too quickly and was replaced with the arousal and desire that he usually kept well hidden. Klaus let out a long breath as he curled his own body around Violet's, placing his face on hers, cheek to cheek, sliding his arms down to her lower back, splaying his fingers firmly on her waist.
Violet became perfectly still, trembling slightly under his hands. Was it anticipation, or maybe guilt at getting caught? Did she think Klaus wanted her to stop? She was breathing rapidly into his shoulder, her fingers pressed into his shoulders. He paused, silently asking himself if this was a good idea, if she wanted this, but only her stillness answered him, and that wasn't a no.
So...this was really happening.
Holding her waist, he grasped her firmly to him while drawing long, slow lines with his pants-covered erection from the top of her closed thighs to her pubic bone and back down again. He could feel Violet's tense body under her thin dress, but still she did nothing to stop him, only raked her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Taking control, Klaus moved against her again and again. It felt pretty good, better than good, actually. He lost himself in the steady rocking rhythm that was born of instinct, and was secretly enchanted by the small noises she unconsciously made in his ear. Her body was taut as a bow string, her muscles visibly trembling, as she let him find his pleasure with her. Klaus realized she was close, so close to having an orgasm that he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her.
He couldn't help but think how wrong it would be to kiss his sister, then mentally berated himself over the irony of this thinking, when what they were already doing was potentially way worse. Instead, he turned his lips to Violet's temple and slipped his hand around the curve of her bottom, bunching the skirt of her dress out of the way to tug gently on her thigh, pulling her leg over his, opening her up so she might feel more. He was very aware of the warmth emanating from her core, even through all their layers of clothes, and it was a heady feeling to think he could easily slip her panties out of the way if he wanted.
Violet's breaths became erratic as she mindlessly rocked with her brother. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her body was so rigid, her leg so tight around his waist, that Klaus thought she might fly apart any moment, and then she did. Her body shook uncontrollably, and though he thought they couldn't get much closer, she held on to him so tightly he thought they might never part again.
"Klaus," she practically sobbed, softly in his ear, and Klaus was undone. He was a witness to this secret miracle. He was awed to be a part of something so special with the person he loved most in the world, to be the one to hold Violet in his arms when she was this vulnerable, ridiculously please to know he was the cause of such intense pleasure.
Klaus thrust several more times against Violet's soft core, a slow tingling emanating from the base of his spine until he thought he would burst. Then he was spilling into his pants and whispering Violet's name softly into her temple.
He kept Violet pressed against him for a long moment while their breathing slowed and their tense, tired muscles melted into sated relaxation. Violet shivered slightly as she slipped her hands from Klaus's back to touch the hollow of his neck and curl against his chest. Her hands were warm now, comfortable and more than acceptable now against his body, and his palm on the bare skin of her thigh felt forbidden and exciting. With a sigh, he sat up from their embrace, pulled his sweater up over his head, leaving his untucked oxford in place and he wrapped the worn, warm garment around Violet like a blanket, tucking her into his own body, pulling her legs in between his to keep her warm.
Violet yawned deeply and pushed her nose contentedly into his throat. He leaned his head back to look at her face. She looked peaceful with her eyes closed and a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. He hoped she knew how much she was cherished. He gave in then and pressed a long, chaste kiss to her lips and then one to her forehead. He lay his head down at last on their shared pillow and finally went to sleep.