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Jessica had always hated the rain. As thunder bellowed and lightning struck, the laughter of children could be heard.
Niki still remembered the first time, cold and harsh like yesterday; like tomorrow. Icy fingers crawling inside of her tight body, eliciting noises she had never had reason to produce before.
Her sister leant down, hot and heavy, coating Niki’s body like pale mercury; like clean mud. She cried without abandon, for Jessica to stop, and for her to never stop, and please.
Niki had always loved the rain. As the clouds collided and raindrops pelted the earth like bullets, the secrets of children could be heard.
Jessica whispered in her ear, and Niki loved when she did that even as she felt her stomach turning. So wrong and yet all she needed, family and blood her only thoughts as her sister stroked her deeply, taking pert nipples into hot hot heat.
Jessica rained mercilessly down upon Niki, never gentle, never tender-always loving. Because what Jessica loved, she loved violently. She loved, like thunder.