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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Gotham_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Alice_Tetch/Jervis_Tetch
  Character:
      Alice_Tetch, Jervis_Tetch, Barbara_Kean, OFC
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Spanking, Frottage, Oral_Sex, Just_the_Tip
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-19 Words: 1862
****** don't be kind to it ******
by mr_charles
Summary
     Alice has to earn her treats.
Notes
     this started off one went, went another, and ended much differently
     than I planned.
     I am acutely aware this is 3 different fics spliced together but I
     like it.
     title from hozier.
 This isn’t the first time Jervis has done this. He knows his a handsome young
man, so it’s relatively easy to hang around one of the clubs he performs in and
let women come to him. Even Miss Kean, owner of the club, casts a curious eye
in his direction before letting her lover swoop her into a back room.
 “Hey there,” a girl says, a lascivious smile on her glossed lips. “I liked
your show.”
 She’s not quite what Jervis is looking for— her hair is too light and not
curled enough but her dress is almost the right shade of blue under the club
lights. And when she drops to her knees in the grit of the alley behind the
club, Jervis can close his eyes and pretend that it’s someone else swallowing
around his cock.
 She doesn’t seem to mind Jervis’ hands gripping her hair, nor does she
hesitate to swallow when he comes. Her only objection is to look him in the eye
afterwards, with her gloss smeared off her wet lips, and ask “Who’s Alice?”
 
 Alice is sound asleep on their sagging couch when he comes back to their
shared apartment. Judging by the muted TV and afghan haphazardly thrown over
her legs, Jervis figures she fell asleep watching something. Maybe waiting for
him to get home. He lifts her legs so he can fit on the end of the couch,
Lazily, he rubs a thumb over the skin of her ankle as she stirs in her sleep.
She stretches and absentmindedly rubs her heel of her foot over his crotch.
 “Did you bring pizza?” she grumbles, rolling onto her back. She’s still half
asleep, curls at odd angles. “Hope you brought pizza.”
 Jervis reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a chocolate bar— her
favorite. “No, sweet sister,” he says with a smile. “But I did bring you this.”
 “What is it?” She’s struggling to open her eyes
 “Sit up for it,” he coos, rubbing her knee. “Come on, darling.”
 Alice yawns as she scoots into a sitting position, legs still thrown over her
brother’s lap. “You brought me candy!” With all the urgency of the 15 year old
she is, she tries to snatch the chocolate from his hand.
 Jervis lets out a tsk as he holds the chocolate over his head, chuckling as
Alice moves so she can rise on her knees to try and reach the chocolate. Her
nightshirt, an old thing that once belonged to him, lifts dangerously as she
stretches to snatch her prize. He laughs as Alice tumbles into his lap. She
loses her balance and falls forward, catching herself on the arm of the couch.
Her nightshirt has flipped over her hips, letting him see that perfect shade of
blue covering her backside.
 “Jervis,” she growls, trying to push herself back up, “give me my damn candy!”
 “I don’t know,” he sighs playfully, dangling the confection in front of her
face and smiling as she reaches for it before he pulls his arm away. “You’ve
misbehaved, Alice. Up late on a school night.” He trails his hand down her back
as she fidgets.
 “You know I can’t sleep when you’re not here,” she says matter-of-factly.
 “Tsk, tsk,” he clicks his tongue, smoothing the gathered nightshirt in his
hands. She hasn’t taken note of her exposure, too distracted by the candy bar
that he drops to the ground. “You know Mother always said education was
important.” He punctuates the last word with a firm smack to Alice’s backside.
 “Jervis!” she cries out, wriggling in his lap. “What are you do—“
 “Shh,” he murmurs, watching the soft flesh of her ass move as she smacks it
again. She cries out again, a soft little noise that Jervis decides he loves to
hear. “You need to understand the consequences of being naughty, Alice.”
 She makes a small noise of protest but settles down into his lap. He moves
until she is all but sprawled out in his lap, her feet rubbing against the
discarded afghan in anticipation. 
 Jervis is shaking with arousal. He had lusted after Alice since the sweet
curse of womanhood fell upon her, filling out her chest and hips. She’s much
shorter than he, and he always felt she was the perfect size to fit in his
arms. After the accident took Mother and Father last year, she spent many
nights asleep in his bed, thin arms wrapped around him like she could keep him
with her forever.
 He did everything he could to lavish his sister like a princess. He would
kneel at her feet and sleep at the foot of her bed like a dog if she asked it.
He would slice the throats of the classmates who tease her at her command. He
would worship every inch of her body if she would just say the word.
 “J-Jervis!” she cries as he spanks her again. She tries to jerk away from his
touch but instead ends up grinding herself against him. He allows himself to
dip his fingers between her clenched thighs and his cock, rapidly hardening,
twitches at the dampness he feels.
 “Oh Alice,” he groans. “You terrible girl.” His hand shakes as he desperately
grabs at her underwear. “You naughty girl.” He finally gets the blue fabric
tangled around her knees and she squeals as he rubs her. She giggles, unused to
the stimulation, as her fingers clutch at the couch helplessly.
 “I…” she gasps, pleasure overwhelming her. “I need.”
 “What is it, darling?” he plays, deft fingers rubbing her clit as she raises
her hips into the touch. “Tell me what you need.”
 She growls in frustration as his fingers stop. Cautiously, she raises herself
and readjusts so she’s facing him, thin legs braced on either side of his. She
reaches behind herself to discard her panties, but her face is flushed and she
won’t meet his eye. Her slim hips hover above him, unsure of what to do.
Slowly, she lets Jervis slide the nightshirt over her head and drop to the
floor.
 “Do you need me to kiss you?” He teases, fingers on her chin. She nods, but
says nothing. “Where, darling?”
 She glares at him, a look that says where do you think, dummy?, and instead he
presses two fingers to the thin skin of her neck.
 “Here?”, he offers, leaning to kiss the delicate skin. “Or here?” He trails
the fingers down to her collarbone, his mouth following. “What about here?” His
mouth moves lower, to her breasts and she gasps. Her fingers, sweet and naive,
curl into his hair as he kisses the soft skin above her nipple.
 “Please,” she begs, her hips twitching against his.
 Finally he presses his lips to hers, his arms pulling her close. She moans
into the kiss as her breasts press against the rough fabric of his suit. She’s
clumsy and inexperienced; he’s overwhelmed— the kiss is sloppy and awkward.
Neither seem to care and Alice keeps up a stream of small, muffled noises in
the kiss.
 He can’t take her, she’s too youngand he’s too turned on. What he can do is
damn near rip his pants open in haste, cursing and mumbling as Alice giggles
above him, her tender thumb between her teeth. He replaces her thumb with his
own, guiding it past her lips. Shyly, she flicks her tongue against the pad of
his skin, and he groans, eyes closing as he gets a hand on his own cock.
 The angle isn’t ideal so he guides Alice onto her back on the couch. He tries
to undress as quickly as possible but there are so many damn layers, So he ends
up with his trousers tangled around his ankles and his vest and shirt pulled
open, but Alice doesn’t seem to mind as she kisses him with urgency and need.
 He lines up his cock to press against the line of her, the head playing at her
clit. She gasps at the first thrust of his hips, head thrown back against the
old pillow.
 He calls her petnames, darling and sweet as he sucks bruises into the skin
above her breasts and collarbone. She keeps stuttering out his name, short
nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.
 He gets too caught up in her, in her breath on his neck and her arms around
his shoulders, that he doesn’t notice he’s slipped until the head of his cock
buries in her soft cunt. She cries out at the intrusion, looking at him with
scared eyes.
 “It’s okay,” she gasps, “Just do what you were before.”
 He ignores the smear of blood on his cock and realigns himself. Alice shivers
at the stimulation but kisses him again. Unfortunately, he comes first, in a
sticky mess on her stomach. She starts to sit up, but he gently pushes her back
into the couch.
 “No, sweet,” he says, “I’m not done with you yet.”
 It’s awkward for him to scoot down on the couch, but he guides Alice’s legs
over his shoulders. She blushes as she’s exposed.
 “W-what are you doing?” She asks.
 “I hurt you,” he says simply. “I have to kiss it better.”
 “Oh.”
 He flicks his tongue over her clit.
 “Oh!”
 Her legs twitch as her licks her. She’s so eager and wound up that it doesn’t
take long under she’s calling out his name and her thighs clench. He keeps
tasting her until she whines for him to stop.
 
 That’s when the gravity of the situation sets in. He feels icy panic grip at
his heart and fears Alice might lash out at him. Her hands shake as she gropes
for her nightshirt and she stands as she pulls it over her head.
 “I, um,” she’s staring at her feet. “I’m gonna shower. And, um, go to bed.”
 “Yeah,” he nods, struggling to button his shirt back up. “I’ll wake you up for
the bus.”
 
 “Mister Tetch!” Miss Kean snaps her manicured fingers in front of Jervis’
face. “Hello? Are you at the bunny farm up there?” She flicks his forehead.
 Jervis realizes he’s still at Miss Kean’s club. It’s time for his encore show.
“I apologize, Miss Kean. I must have lost track of time.”
 From a seat down at the bar, the blonde woman from before smiles at him.
 She rolls her eyes. “Oh, Jim Gordon was in here today,” Miss Kean says, a hand
on his arm. “Something about trying to find your sister?”
 “Alice, yes,” Jervis says. “I haven’t seen her since she was a girl. She was
15 when I lost her.”
 “Well Gotham is a small town,” Miss Kean says. “I doubt she’s gone far.”
 
 In a dirty apartment across from the club, Alice shrieks in her sleep. That
dream was always a favorite of her brother’s— making her earn her sweets.
Jervis had replayed the dream in her mind dozens of times, hoping she would see
his side and give in.
 Instead she dresses quickly, throwing her clothes in her bag. Metropolis is
much bigger than Gotham and she’s got just enough money for a train ticket
there.
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