AN: After like a month of not writing, I'm back again with some good ol' incestuous filth! Honestly, there'll be more exposition and story in future chapters (probably), but I do enjoy writing drama for these two, so expect a bit a of that in the next couple of chapters. Not here though. Pure smut, and warning for laugage I guess? Enjoy!


There's very few things that Claire treasures in this world. She could count the little joys of her life on one hand, and use the free fist to break a skull or two. There was Serah of course. Sweet lipped and bright eyed, the younger twin had always been there for Claire. She was the strong one when their parents died, because all Claire did was hide behind a new name and a blank gaze. Took out her fury on street rats and became a demon herself in time. Lightning the Scourge, Pink Haired Monster to everyone else.

"P-please don't stop, Eclaire!"

Breathy moans fill the tiny bedroom, and Lightning is embarrassed to be caught daydreaming while on top of her sister. Serah is nude beneath her, lips parted and eyes much more hungry than they'd been before. Where was the nerves? The cute, worried pout that Serah would get when she did something dumb? Claire feels fortunate that the lights are out, so just maybe her lover cannot see the hue to her cheeks. Embarrassed to be caught daydreaming, especially when this was finally happening. It felt surreal to the yakuza, a woman accustomed to nightmares and fitful rests.

Forcing herself out of such ideas, Claire's lips collide with their intended target. Not the plump pink of the smaller girl's lips, or an earlobe or pert nipple, but instead, the groove of Serah's neck is her intended target. Claire's fingers are calloused and so delicate that even the younger sister is surprised. The look in Light's eyes betrayed any sense of fondness, because she looked ready to ravage. The soldier's lips found purchase against Serah's already bruising collar, and aforementioned girl squealed excitedly at the feeling, creamy legs wrapping around Lightning's waist out of a need, a desperation to ease the warmth building up in her stomach, pooling from her core like some urge. The sound of skin being sucked, the shifting as Claire easily undid her own skirt, allowing her younger sister to see the simple cotton panties beneath. Claire catches the sister's gaze and resumes her previous position, straddling her with both of her long legs on either side of Serah, fingers intertwined and so close, Serah could feel the dampness of her sisters underwear.

"S-stop teasing me!" Serah's voice is almost babyish, and the guilt, followed by realization that she's being played, passes through Claire's eyes. When she realizes that Serah's just being bratty to get a rise out of her, the domme tighten's her hold on the smaller girl's hands, eyes playful but oddly menacing.

"I said I'd show you how much I love you, right?" Claire's never talkative with anyone else, and no one would ever see this side of the fighter, cheeks hot and tongue slick, ready to deliver on a promise. "I'm rotten, baby sis. To the core." she catches Serah in a kiss so heated, that by the end of it, she's grinding her hips upwards, bucking against Lightning's soaked panties in a silent cry for attention. They break apart, and a trail of saliva connects their lips for a moment, Serah breathless and Claire suave.

"How is this?" Serah's not sure how she didn't notice the hand over her entrance, but she sure felt the finger. One slow movement, Claire's middle finger pushing past the folds of her labia, deeper, deeper until.

"I-I'm...!" Serah's heart was rabbit paced and under her older sisters hand, she was a china doll, ready to be toyed with. Just as quickly as it happened, the delightful finger leaves her wetness, and she's left with a better version of shellshock, tiny waves of pleasure hitting her and making her legs numb as Claire's fingers rubbed the fold of Serah's pussy, spreading the lips to tease at her clit again.

"So fast? But i haven't gotten a proper taste yet, have I?" Claire's eyes are devious still, and instead of sucking her fingers, tasting Serah's juices secondhand like before, she merely shifted again. No longer was Claire straddling the girl, but she sat on her knees between Serah's legs, pressing lavish kisses against the girl's navel. Her toned thighs was a nice contrast to the hue of Claire's short hair, and as the older sibling reached her destination, she marveled at the sight. Serah was soaked, her bud throbbing gently with the attention that Light had given it moments ago. Serah could tell that her sister enjoyed the view, and as such, thrust her hips out, so that the pink folds of her labia were clear as day.

"Don't look at me like that." Serah's voice assumed that gentle quality and it's innocence was enough to make Lightning's heart falter and her legs tighten. In reply, she merely nodded anxiously, parting Serah's legs so that her thighs could rest on Lightning's shoulders, before she went to work. Her tongue was curious, exploring the crevasse of Serah's womanhood eagerly, leaving no spot left untouched. It wasn't long before Serah's shaky gasps became moans, and a lewd sound, the noise of slurping and skin hitting something wet, was all that filled the room. Serah's juices coated her sister's mouth and chin, and Lightning's tongue was deep now, almost as deep as her finger had gone. If they had any neighbors, surely someone would question the nature of the younger Farron's moaning. Especially when she was moaning her sister's name.

"I-I can't hold it back..." Serah's fingers gripped through messy pink locks as if trying to keep her grip on reality, or to keep Lightning in one particular spot, right as the smaller girl began to right Claire's face, toes curling and chest heaving as she came hard, harder than she ever had when she fantasized of this night. Her grip loosened and she could hear a muffled "mmph!" as Light feasted on the cum, a wet smacking sound signalling her finish. The sensation of her sisters tongue sliding out of her left Serah numb still, and she looked to her sister with lust-filled, eager eyes.

"I'm... you're incredible, Claire."

"And you taste incredible, sis." Lightning is upon her as if she's not drained, easily wrapping the smaller sister upon her lap and bringing her in for a kiss. Serah doesn't mind the taste of her own juices, and wraps her arms around Claire eagerly, riding her as the two kissed.

"Please, let me make you feel good." she's hurrying too much to even bother taking Claire's panties off, pulling soaked fabric to the side so she can feel the warmth of her sisters pussy. She watched the older sister's normally stoic face twist in surprise, and then degrading ecstasy. "Please, please." Serah is begging, and baby blues never looked so good as the girl humped her older sister's legs, tongue pressing to Claire's ear. "I want to make you feel good."

Claire's response comes in a series of huffs and moans, her body weak to Serah's touch. It's telling, how easily the younger sister could take control with just a few words and well placed kisses. Without even having sex yet, she already knew how to get the girl off. Dreamed of it, and touched herself to the fantasies all in preparation. So Serah knew what to do when Claire's legs spread just a little more to make room for Serah, and she knew that Lightning would moan her name, head falling onto Serah's shoulder as the smaller girl pressed her breasts against Lightnings. "You're gonna cum, right?" her voice is low and challenging, as if she's daring Light to do it. Challenging the dominant older sister to make herself vulnerable. And of course, Light's cheeks are just as pink, and she can't meet Serah's eyes because she can feel the girl's pussy against her, how is she still horny? After cumming twice?

She doesn't have time to ponder on such a thing, because Serah, the little snake, is still trying to fuck her senseless, like she's lost her mind. And it's working, because even as Light falls back against the bed and Serah's humping becomes rough enough to shake the bed, she wants more. She can't imagine stopping, because the look in Serah's eyes is hypnotic. Such lust, an urgent hunger, it was mesmerizing and panty-dropping to see it on her younger sisters face. Light is a silent type, but she screams in pleasure, her folds squirting her juices as she came, hard. Serah's thrusting never even slowed down, and she rode the girl's thigh as Light rode out her orgasm. Finally, the energized little sister relaxed herself against Claire, curling up against a bare breast and giving it a gentle peck, out of breath.

"We... need to try that again sometime, huh?" Lightning looks down to the starstruck Serah, who's staring right back at her with her usual brand of love and adoration. Nothing would change, and that was reassurance.

The only thing, interestingly enough, was that they became even closer.