##Training Tina (MM/f, F/f, loli, age difference, incest, humiliation, drug use, watersports, bodymod, snuff, con, non-con, and lots more)##

[The following is a work of speculative fiction, only a fool or madman would take anything written here as fact or consider actually performing any part of it.]

1 First Night

Only the small standing lamp behind the couch was on and the living room was mostly plunged in shadow.

It was Friday night, way too hot, their dad was away on a two-week business trip, the fridge and freezer were stocked, there was pizza money for the weekend and some more for emergencies and next week would be the last before the summer break. Pauline, 16 years old, would have to babysit her sister, but she would definitely use the time to fucking relax for once and maybe get to sneak out for some fun with her friends.

Maybe they could sneak into a club. The bouncers usually looked the other way when her friend Phoebe was with them, she had pretty impressive tits and fake driver’s license.

That only left the problem of her baby sister. She never really talked to Tina – almost seven years was just too much of an age gap to play together or have the same interests – and she often stayed out as long as she could anyway, hanging with her friends.

But by god, she could manage watching that little nuisance if that got her two weeks of real freedom. Dad was always on her case about her grades and she really needed some time for herself.

She turned to look over her shoulder, as pattering feet approached the stairs from the hallway above.

Her 9-year-old sister Tina hopped down the steps in her fluffy white-yellow bathrobe, blonde french braid swishing after her. She had just showered from the wet look of her hair and the smell of strawberry shampoo permeating the house.

As the young girl cheerily bounced toward the couch, sinewy and strong Pauline placed some snacks on the low coffee table and sat down while she tried to straighten her messy black hair that fell, open, to her shoulders.

„So, what do we do first? Cartoons?!” asked Tina, excitedly shrugging her bathrobe to the floor, revealing her pink long-sleeve pajamas and smoothly bellyflopping onto the couch.

As Tina wiggled around to her left and scoured the cracks between the upholstery for the remote, the older teenager already sitting at her feet leaned back and yawned. She glanced over and, somewhat conspicuously, ogled her sister’s surprisingly shapely butt. Two nice, round curves in pink, long pajama pants that jiggled slightly when Tina shoved her hand all the way into the gap between the armrest and seat.

How could a fucking 9-year-old have such an ass, goddamnit? Must be all that running she did with the mandatory every-day fitness class the younger kids had, Pauline thought to herself. The high-protein, high-fat diet in the school cafeteria probably also helped. Sure, it was partly chub, but not too much so. Pauline blinked, then swallowed.

The skinny older girl, only wearing black panties and an oversized, also black, if slightly threadbare, SLAYER band shirt and matching (if cliché) pentagram necklace, nimbly leaned over her sister and yanked the remote out of her hands just as the latter triumphantly held it up.

She tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in her chest as her small handful of breasts brushed over her sister’s head. She was probably just amped up from the Chinese snuffvid she saw scrolling through TikTok while she bathed earlier.

Featured drowning in citric acid, real gnarly and painful, especially on the eyes – until it got into the lungs. Then they really started kicking.

She had watched it four times and was considering playing with the shower head when Tina knocked and killed the mood, wanting to pee. Annoying little shit.

“Well, for tonight we should prolly just watch TV, it’s late and I need to get your bratty ass into bed. For tomorrow, aunt Carla’s coming over to help with the gardening and Sunday we got all to ourselves. I’ll head to the park and hang with some friends. You can tag along if you promise not to be annoying or run off. Dad ’ll fuckin’ kill me if you get hurt.”

Tina whined. “Aww man, do we hafta? I don’t wanna do gardening. Like, what’s the point? I don’t like the garden. Dad removed the swing set and...”

Thina sniffed.

“We never sit there, and I can’t really play there and since mom died, we haven’t even had a garden party…” Tina sniffled some more, she still missed her mother, though she was just 5 when the euthanasia notice came in the mail.

That was dad’s fault, Pauline grumbled to herself. He always tried to shield her from reality too much.

“Don’t be such a baby, you learned why culling is necessary already, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, if you’re a big girl, then tell me, what is the point of the cull?”

With the flat tone of someone that had to recite a specific factoid dozens of times, Tina said “There are lots more girls than boys being born because of the 2001 re-tro-viral pandemic. It changed chro-mo-so-mal distribution” – she had to try and pronounce the trickier words right – “in the offspring and when a girl can no longer make boys or has done something bad or costs more than she gains for society, she should be put down.”

Not entirely true, Pauline thought. According to her biology teacher it actually started in the 90s, as a gradual shift where more and more girls were being born, and scientists only isolated the cause after the exponentially growing drift became unignorable in ‘01, which was quickly followed by more and more strict legislation to balance sex distribution. But close enough.

“Good girl.”

Pauline brushed her sister’s cheek and smiled encouragingly.

Tina looked a little happier at the praise and seldom-felt touch of her sister, so Pauline kept going.

“And why is OUR mom being culled a good thing?”

“Cuz she doesn’t feel… feel useless anymore and… and that freed up lotsa resources and allowed dad to take the traveling breeder job cuz he has no wife anymore.” Tina trailed off in a defeated voice, looking at her lap.

Pauline nodded, making her choker necklace with pentagram and goat’s skull pendants shift and jingle.

“Go on. You also remember what dad said back then, right? You were little, but I bet you remember.” Pauline prodded.

Tina again spoke in the monotone recital voice, but tried to emulate her dad’s cadence:

“Euthanizing a family member is always better than hiding them. It allows the woman to die at the time and in the way she wants and does not burden the men in the family with wasting their energy providing for a lost cause. It also means the woman will not be snuff-raped by hobby-cullers. That hurts lots and would be really stressful and embarrassing for her and anyone she loves.”

She sounded brave, but there were still tears glistening in her bright eyes.

Pauline’s mind wandered at the sight of those eyes. To what had changed in her, when she was Tina’s age. Before mom died, even.

That last part, hobby culling, had become a bigger problem in the past 10 years but had been around since the first euthanasia act was passed, making murder, at first directly state-enforced, then societal norm, technically legal if the victim was a female incapable of birthing male offspring or a felon. That is, if they did not voluntarily take the euthanasia drug by the date set for them.

Because people, mostly those that were already teenagers or older when the pandemic hit, and knew what the world was like before, were often hiding their condemned loved ones, the government had amended the first euthanasia act 15 years ago with a clause explicitly allowing regular citizens – after a weekend course including the legal restrictions and proper handling of firearms and restraints - to search their surroundings for a rogue woman and detain her or do the deed themselves for a small monetary reward. Saved a lot of costs regarding policing and enforcement.

Though today, for most of the few young men in each given community, this was really just an excuse to get some free pussy, as the law did not only strip the condemned of all rights, but did not specify how the culling was to be done or what state the body was to be in when picked up by waste or food services.

The government did issue free euthanasia pills and injections at pharmacies, but most teenage boys, having lots of time and no fear of consequences, enjoyed the more traditional and hands-on methods. They were hunting down dangerous criminals, after all, and being violent when needed was just part of being a hero.

And a convenient little app even pinged them with a picture and last known location.

Damn, how she wished girls were allowed to join those groups.

Another sniffle brought Pauline back to reality.

“See? It’s better for everyone, this way.” She said encouragingly, softly rubbing her sister’s shoulder.

“I know, I’m not a baby, okay? I just miss her, ‘s all.” Tina sobbed a little. “Miss Miller says feelings don’t have to be rational and it’s okay to have ‘em and tell others.”

“Well duh, you should talk about it if you’re sad or scared. It’s important to accept these things. Like we are doing now! My lil’ sister IS growing up!”

At this praise, Tina finally smiled an actual smile and wiped the tears out of her green eyes using her knuckles.

Too bad, she looked a lot prettier when she sobbed.

Wait, where did that come from? Pauline looked down at her right hand that had somehow found its way to her crotch and was slightly rubbing it with the remote.

This was getting ridiculous, the little minx had to be doing that on purpose, Pauline decided.

Time to teach her a lesson about what the world was really like. Could always blame it on school friends, if the kid blabbed to dad. She would see if her sister was just putting on an act. And if not…

“Soooo, did you learn what a culling actually looks like, yet? Like, in school?” Pauline asked innocently, initiating the first step of a half-formed idea that was slowly coalescing into something more. Something sinister.

“Yeah, in natural sciences! We even looked at pictures! Well, drawings, but it’s basically the same thing, cuz it was a scientific illustration! Wait, I’ll show ya!” With that, Tina practically bounced off the couch and made a hell of a racket bounding up the stairs two steps at a time.

She really must be starved for attention, Pauline mused.

While loud rummaging noises came from the first floor, Pauline turned on the TV and casually circumvented the age restriction setting using the standard password she had found on the back of the cable box years ago.

She skipped through the adult video-on-demand streaming channels her dad thought she was still too young to know about at 16, though these mostly showed stuff that was much tamer than anything passed around on the net these days, and selected one she thought would do the job of scaring her sister into stopping this charade.

And maybe, hopefully, also reveal she was in fact not so fucking creepily, dangerous-thoughts-inducingly innocent.

She started the video and immediately paused it at the title screen. THE FUCKBUTCHER RETURNS it read, the red letters running like blood in classic slasher movie fashion.

When Pauline heard the door to her sister’s room slam, she quickly pressed the menu button to bring up the TV settings and hide the title screen. She got another good look at her sister’s bouncing ass through the railing as Tina ran down the stairs and hopped backwards onto the couch next to her.

She was clutching a school folder, meticulously well-kept and filled with neat, girly handwriting and paper cutouts.

“Here, see!” Tina opened the notebook enthusiastically and flipped backwards through it. She put the notebook on Pauline’s lap and leaned over, snuggling up to her older sister. This irritated Pauline. She didn’t do snuggling. Or hugs.

But somehow, she did not mind it so much today.

Past charts and texts copied from a blackboard and overflowing with text marker colors and little pencil notes she flipped the pages, stopping for a second to show off her surprisingly precise anatomical drawing of a heart.

Tina started rambling:

“Look, I drew that last Wednesday! It was a bit gross but it was really cool to cut it open and see all the bits on the inside! Mr. Hansen said we should imagine it inside us and that made me feel funny.”

She touched her chest absentmindedly, seemingly imagining her own heart again. The she blabbered on.

“So, I let Brandon do the cutting cuz it was so squishy and felt weird. He dared me to taste it but Mr. Hansen said I could get a disease when he overheard cuz it was rejected material from the slaughterhouse and I really should not put it in my mouth uncooked and so I didn’t. Okay, here it is!”

With that, she had found the page she was looking for. It was apparently from a kid’s intro course to social science and slaughtering and explained how people mostly ate animals for protein back before the pandemic generated an excess of human meat sourced from culled women. There was a cut-out textbox glued to the page with more detailed explanations.

Below the blurb was an illustration showing two scenes, probably also cut out of a government-issue worksheet, judging by the gray recycling paper and terrible print quality.

The first one showed a family sitting around a woman lying down on a lounge chair. She was naked and had placed a towel below herself. The woman had gray streaks in her hair and some wrinkles in her face and sagging breasts, a clear sign she was a regular culling candidate. A younger woman, apparently her daughter, was holding her hand and her husband was plunging a syringe into the vein in the crook of her arm. A younger boy was watching with a serious expression. The women were smiling.

Next to the image were several hand-written bullet points copied off the blackboard:

>-When a woman receives a euthanasia note, they and/or their loved ones have two weeks to comply and submit proof of culling and/or request a meat pick up. If they do not comply, a culling alert is sent to registered citizen cullers in the neighborhood.

>-The culled female can either administer the euthanasia drug themselves orally or have someone inject them with the more potent parenteral mix. Rarely, unconventional culling candidates may choose self-administered hanging or exsanguination according to personal preference and depending on the planned preparation method of the meat should the family choose to use it themselves.

>-Using an absorbent or easily cleaned surface is important, as release of urine or feces is probable upon death unless properly emptied via enema. Due to the hallucinogenic components of the euthanasia drugs (intended to calm the culled) some subjects also experience excess wetness that can stain upholstery.

An arrow – drawn in blindingly bright pink by Tina - pointed to the second illustration. This one depicted the corpse of the older woman from the previous scene being carved apart by her daughter using a butcher knife and her husband and son happily grilling her limbs on a barbecue.

Tina traced her finger over the picture of the gutted torso, in a gesture that looked somehow proud but also a bit reverent.

“See? I know EXACTLY what it looks like!” Tina then exclaimed, haughtily raising her chin and crossing her arms.

Pauline scoffed and gave her a playful shove.

“No, you don’t. There isn’t even blood there! And it’s real outdated info, like, it doesn’t even show her flicking her clit or anything. Everyone does that today. Get the most out of the drug high before you snuff it, y’ know. Live to the fullest. It’s supposed to be the best feeling ever, snuffing it like that.”

Pauline looked intently for a reaction on Tina’s face as she kept her own face blank and serious, and was not disappointed. Tina gaped, pink lips forming a neat O and tongue nearly hanging out. She really had not heard that before, not even from her older friends in school.

“What?! For real?”

“Well duh, if you had to die, would you not want to have fun until the last? I thought you saw with mo-. Oh wait, no, you didn’t, did you?”

“No, she sent me away to Auntie after saying goodbye.” Tina said in a small voice. Then, louder “And yeah, I guess, but why would people touch themselves with everyone around to say goodbye? Like, that’s wrong! Mr. Hansen said sex is only important for making more boys and saving humanity and stuff. And if you are culled you can’t do that, right?”

“Come on, Tina. You’re messin’ with me now; you really don’t talk about that with your friends? Watch snuffings on TikTok? Send each other stuff in group chat?”

“Dad doesn’t let me get that stuff on my phone; he said I can only have it if I am old enough to have babies ‘cause there are lotsa creeps out there that would take me if I gave them the chance.”

Tina looked crestfallen at missing out on all the cool adult stuff.

“Y’know, he’s probably right about that. You’re pretty cute. Would make a fine little rapecunt.” Pauline said in a calculated, level voice, but with a cheeky grin.

At Tina’s shocked and suddenly worried look, probably half because of her choice of words and half because of the thought itself, she added:

“Don’t worry, I’m joking. There are some guys out there abusing the stupid “can’t have babies” loophole by culling kids too young to give birth, but they’ll still be prosecuted for property damage if they’re caught hurting someone that’s not officially slated for culling. Especially if they are little kids and could grow into a good breeder. It’s not a huge problem, ‘least where we live.”

That last bit was partially a lie. It was common knowledge online that, at least as a man, you could get away with a slap on the wrist in most regions of the world, even after raping an underage girl to death, if you could plausibly explain you met them unsupervised outside their home or school (and thus the property rights of the parent were forfeit and you basically did the world a favor by removing a drain on resources).

The same applied if the incident was between kids below the age of 14.

There were also regular PSAs about young kids or teenagers experimenting with home-snuffing techniques they found online and intentionally or accidentally killing themselves or each other.

But Tina seemed to truly, genuinely not know that. Dad must be really trying to protect her. Maybe because she looked so much like their mom, Pauline realized.

“Wh- what would they do to me?” Tina finally said, looking at her sister with big eyes and a slight stutter in her voice. She was tense, with a trembling lower lip.

Damnit, Pauline thought, she was really cute.

She had only ever felt this kind of feeling before when looking at really intense porn, or snuff vids of clearly underage victims, though the distinction between the two became rather blurry as technically-forbidden media became more normalized in unregulated social media apps.

Tina must really not have thought about what it means to be a girl in concrete terms yet. Well, the authorities did their best to make the world look normal and display a façade of propriety, including in schools. If she was cut off from the internet, she really may not know.

As she drank in the sight of the scared little girl, Pauline’s mind wandered further back. She always knew, after a fashion, that she herself was a bit different from other girls. Not only because of her taste in music.

As her friends discovered their sexuality, and porn, they talked about love and having kids and serving a man well. About being a good wife and giving the world lots of boys. Pauline talked along, but meant not a word of it.

She constantly had to mask her true self ever since.

As they found and shared more dangerous content, her few friends talked about how hot it would be, growing old and useless after having sons, to then get fucked by hubbie’s big cock for the last time. Then feel a knife enter your neck slowly, seeing your blood and life splash away below you as you came so hard your heart stopped.

Supposedly, it was even better if you used euthanasia drugs but killed the culled with a different method before it took them.

Pauline tried to fit in, yet she found she never really fantasized about being in that position.

She enjoyed seeing others in it. Thinking about it. And, most taboo for a woman, imagined doing it to someone herself. A lot.

Now, with her sister, she got the same feeling she had back when she first discovered technically-illegal content online and started watching women die messy deaths.

Tina seemed to be lost in thought too, looking right through her sister with wide eyes. Studying her, Pauline realized that if dad curated her media as much as she thought, Tina was practically blind.

And she only got the very sanitized official version from kindergarten and school, too. She was primed, but not actually aware. If her friends did not squeal…

You could read in her face how fascinated Tina seemed by this sudden expansion of her world. How terrified. From the minor fact of life that women get killed, which she never really thought about, into a vast sea of possibilities, chief among them that this may someday happen, directly, to her. A concrete danger. An exciting prospect. Tina was biting her lower lip very cutely, still lost in thought.

This was it. Pauline saw her chance to go further.

Tina’s lip trembled. She whispered:

“Please tell me. What will they do to me?”

Pauline acted almost instinctually.

“First, they’ll GRAB YOU!”

With that she playfully lunged at her sister, who let out a little squeak at the sudden motion, and seized her wrists. The notebook tumbled, forgotten, to the floor. Holding the wrists with two hands and moving them above her sister’s head, Pauline slowly stretched the younger girl out lengthwise on the couch and straddled her legs.

“They’ll take you to a quiet place. Far away, maybe a verrrry lonely cabin. Somewhere nobody can hear you. No matter how loudly you scream.”

There were goosebumps on Tina’s restrained arms.

“Not that anyone would care about a useless, dumb little girl screaming.”

Tina’s breath caught. Her eyes were fixed on her sister’s brown orbs.

Pauline leaned forward on Tina’s wrists with one hand, forcing them down over the armrest, and slowly grabbed her neck with the other. Leaning so close to Tina’s ear she intensely smelled the strawberry shampoo, she whispered:

“And then they’ll touch you. Everywhere. Play with you like a doll.”

Pauline felt a tremor in Tina’s legs. A light bucking of her hip. She grinned broadly and squeezed the chubby hip between her muscular thighs.

“They’ll use you. For pleasure. THEIR pleasure.”

At this, she slid one hand down and squeezed her sister’s neck, only a little.

“They won’t care if it hurts you.”

Tina began to lightly wriggle her thighs on autopilot, but otherwise remained stiff and stared into her sister’s dark-brown eyes with hers, terrified, glittering in the low light and the color of spring grass.

“A- And… then- ghck!?” she intoned breathlessly, then was cut off.

Pauline squeezed harder and counted to five until her sister’s face got flushed and her darting eyes took on a panicked glaze.

“Then they’ll start to break you.”

She released the pressure and slid her hand down from her sister’s neck and across her chest as Tina breathed in deeply.

The teenager then found her little sister’s tiny, hard nipples easily through the thin fabric of the pajama top and gave them a short, but firm, pinch each, with her fingernails.

Tina gasped.

“It won’t hurt much. At first. It’ll only sting – like this. They’ll do it just to get themselves in the mood. To hear you whine.”

Pauline pinched again. Tina moaned in pain.

“They’ll want to make you cry.”

Pauline pulled, hard, on Tina’s left nipple.

Tina let out a little muffled shriek.

“Then, slowly, they’ll get braver. They’ll try to hurt you more, want to see you squirm. Hear their CUNTMEAT sob and fucking BEG!“

As Tina’s breath caught, Pauline’s hand slid below her little sister’s long-sleeved pajama top and moved up to her ribs on her bare skin. Tina shivered.

Pauline hesitated a moment, waiting for her words to process, then put some pressure on and felt Tina’s hard breaths and racing heartbeat before she dragged her fingers lower, lightly scratching, just below the bellybutton, where her fingernails dug deep into the slight chub.

At that, Tina gasped again and her breathing came ragged.

“Do you know what comes next?” Pauline hissed.

“N- No?” Tina moaned quietly when Pauline did not speak for a few seconds, just slowly increased the pressure with her hand.

“Then they really start to MESS YOU UP!” Pauline growled.

She moved forward a bit and sat down hard, so she straddled her sister’s pelvis further up, as she lay stretched out below her, wrists still firmly held and with the other hand under Tina’s shirt.

As she pushed her nails deeper into the soft skin, she ground her own pelvis into her sister’s and continued, in a low but insistent voice:

“They’ll slap you and punch you and cut you and beat you and burn you and when they see you pass out, or mentally go away, they’ll give you drugs. You stay awake and you feel EVERYTHING, no matter what they do. No matter how much it hurts.”

The slow, tingling feeling in her pussy she had tried to ignore since she first looked into her sister’s green, tear-filled eyes, grew more intense for Pauline. Looking down at the petrified girl below her, she could not help herself and continued, still grinding.

“And then, when you are finally broken, crying and begging and sobbing and can hardly move, they could just get bored of you. So… they’ll FUCK. YOU. TO. DEATH!”

With those last exclamations she moved back into a kneeling position, knees to either side of her baby sister’s legs, and let go of the soft skin, enjoying the tiny, bright-red trickle of blood from each puncture where her nails had been.

She took a beat to enjoy the sight, then she grabbed and roughly pulled on the now panting Tina’s pajama pants and panties.

The garments came down in one smooth motion and Pauline leaned forward again, so she was almost kissing her baby sister, staring deeply into the inky pupils in their sea of green.

“Time to see if you like the idea of being rapemeat as much as I think.”

She roughly grabbed a handful of Tina’s braided hair and yanked her head forward so she was looking down her flat chest.

“Look. LOOK, YOU SLUT!”

Even though she suspected it, Pauline was stunned by the sheer thickness of strands of glistening wetness connecting her sister’s smooth cunt lips to her panties. When Pauline looked up again, she saw the wide, white-green orbs of her sister staring at the proof of her own excitement.

Tina’s breath came heavy and fast, and her face was red.

She looked between the wetness in her pink panties, Pauline’s flushed face and then… Pauline’s own panties. As Pauline noticed this, she herself really LOOKED and saw the big damp spot that had formed in her own crotch, coloring the faded black a darker shade.

Blushing even more, she let go of her little sister’s wrists and panties and hastily sat up to the side. She pretended to look away and check the clock in the hallway to hide her own red face but glanced at her sister’s quivering form reflected in the dark window. Casually, she said:

“Okay dweeb, now you know. And you seem to like it, you slut. Pull your pants up and sit down, we’re gonna watch a movie for big girls.”

Tina’s mind seemed to still be reeling, struggling to catch up. She took a beat, suddenly looked very ashamed.

Then she reached down and fumbled with her panties that became tangled and scrunched up as she accidentally pulled the pajama bottoms up first.

She was still shaking a little, Pauline noticed. As Tina finally had dressed herself properly and calmed down a bit, a more concrete desire and, more importantly, an actual plan was forming in Pauline’s mind.

Fragments of fantasy and research clicking together in ways she had not thought of before.

It was… Dark.

Some might say truly evil.

But HOT.

She just needed something to help do the initial convincing.

Couldn’t afford to get caught. That would have consequences. Lethal consequences, for a girl.

She got up and grabbed a small box from her backpack in the corner. She walked back and stood straight in front of Tina, who was still sitting down with her hands in her lap and staring into nothingness, occasionally glancing subtly at Pauline’s crotch and butt, much to the latter’s amusement.

“Wanna watch the movie like the older kids do?” Pauline asked, towering over her. “Or are you chicken?”

“S-Sure.” Tina replied bravely, sitting up straighter.

“Right. This here is a weed oil vape. Got five of ‘em off the Janitor for a handjob. Gets you real high, but not in a bad way. You just feel… more. More happy. Makes a movie more interesting. You heat it up by pressing here, then inhale like I do, deep breath, hold, and let it out. See?”

Pauline demonstrated the correct vaping technique and blew a huge cloud of cherry flavored THC in her sister’s face, who wrinkled her nose. She held up the device with a smug smile.

“Wanna try? Or are you scared?” Pauline said, wiggling the vape.

“…Yes. I think. G-give it here.”

Pauline pulled her hand back.

“No, you know what, I’ll hold it for you. That’ll be easier.”

She smirked.

Still standing, Pauline slowly lowered the vape so it stood out straight from her pubic mound, with the mouthpiece hanging directly in front of Tina’s lips and the flat back was rested on Pauline’s panties.

“Here, now put your mouth on it. Close your lips tight. Breathe in, slow and steady, and don’t stop breathing in even if it feels weird. If you cough, you get punished for wasting my shit, though. Better try hard.”

Tina hesitantly leaned forward, heart pounding. Her world hat shrunken to the glowing green dot on the little pen before her lips.

Other than the sickly-sweet cherry flavor she also smelled a musky wetness from the panties inches from her face.

She breathed in excitedly, her chest fluttering.

“Come on, scaredy cat. It can’t hurt you.”

Tina put her lips on the mouthpiece and, very slowly, steadily, inhaled. It felt hot on her lips and on her tongue.

The burning sensation in her throat immediately made her twitch and try to cough, but she powered through it and pulled harder.

“That’s it, good girl. Keep going.”

Pauline stroked Tina’s head with her free hand, at the same time keeping her firmly in place.

Tina suppressed a small cough, making her chest twitch, and kept pulling, with a determined face.

"You are doing sooo good. Breaaathe. Good girl! I’ll help you keep it in, don’t worry!”

Tina breathed in harder at the praise and her eyes, looking up at Pauline adoringly, seemed to smile a little.

For her, the tickling in her throat was getting worse though. And her tongue tingled. And her chest. Her nose was full of cloying cherry smell. And somehow also her mind.

As Pauline finally took the pen away in one quick motion, Tina wanted to exhale and cough in relief immediately, but right then her sister grabbed her neck again with two hands and squeezed, this time in the front with her thumbs. She wanted to cough but her chest only cramped and there was a flaring pain deep inside.

“DON’T fucking waste it!” Pauline snarled.

Then she crouched, still pressing on Tina’s windpipe and angrily staring into her face, inches away.

Tina was panicking and desperately wanted to exhale but only a slight whistle came out. Her chest contracted in a cough that went nowhere, then another.

She scrunched her eyes shut in sudden pain. After another moment of confusion, her eyes flew open, darting around, she started to wriggle and struggle, but Pauline did not relent. She held her tight and looked into her now bulging, emerald eyes. Tears were streaming down from them. They begged her to let go, emotional hurt and a sense of confused pain evident in them as more tears welled up deliciously.

After another ten seconds of enjoying the panicked look, she locked lips with her sister, whose eyes were now rolling back, and loosened her grip on her neck but held her shoulders firmly, pressing her into the seating.

Tina coughed hard, shaking, and Pauline breathed in deep. It tasted like spit and weed and cherry and a little like the orange juice her baby sister had with dinner.

As Pauline broke the kiss and spat some excess drool back in her sister’s face, Tina jerked once, then practically shot upright, wheezed and swayed for a second, dropped to her hands and knees on the tiled floor and coughed so hard she sputtered and drooled.

Her braid had become tangled and messy with loose strands matting a tear-streaked face, her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and a bit of snot was running out of her left nostril and a nice glob of spit was sliding down her cheek towards the pink pajama top.

She looked adorable, if you asked Pauline.

She grinned to herself and headed off to fetch a wet towel while Tina coughed and spit, both on the floor and on herself.

The older girl squatted down on the floor next to her still wheezing, kneeling little sister and wiped her face as she calmingly rubbed her sweaty back with the other hand.

“D-Do grown-ups really ha- have fun… like THAT?” Tina asked in an incredulous rasp after a minute of steadying herself.

“Well, sometimes. I wanted to help you really feel the first one, make it special. That is always the best.”

She handed her little sister the vape.

“Here, try again on your own.”

Tina felt weirdly dizzy and like her body was tingling all over. Had that been her sister’s lips earlier?

No. Yes? She just held her. Helped her hold it in. Her neck? Did she…? No. Her neck felt weird. Like a missing pressure, like when you took off a scarf after a long winter walk.

Everything was hazy and her face was wet and her mouth tasted funny. But she tried again, not the least because she really wanted to impress her sister by being a big girl, and managed a big breath on her own – though she coughed it out immediately.

Still coughing, she begged.

“S- sorry, didn’t mean to hchck…. to cough ‘n’ … hck … waste it… sorry!”

“It’s okay, sis, you’re doing great!” Pauline encouraged her, stroking her cheek with a thumb.

Forcing a smile, Tina breathed for a few seconds, then tried again and managed a smaller inhalation before collapsing backwards against the couch, coughing hard and curling up into a ball.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough, Snoop Dogg. Don’t want you to green out now. Let’s watch this fucking film. You’ll love it!” Pauline grinned, taking the vape away from her pale and slightly twitchy sister.