Title: The Dream (subject to change)
Part: 1 of ?
Author: Irishclover
E-mail: dmhallock@mac.com
Rating: R just to be safe.
Disclaimer: (You know I was looking and almost no one has a disclaimer in their post…) Ok, so I do not own anything. Disney owns Motocrossed and I'm just borrowing for a little while and I'm gonna try to play nice. So don't sue me, I'm a very poor college student. *Grin*
Summary: Umm… I don't want to give to much away but Andy has an interesting dream.
Archive: FF.net, my page when I get it up and running. Anyone got a Motocrossed site that wants this dirty little number?
Feedback: Sure why not. You will all probably flame me as well so sure.
Spoilers: watch the movie and then umm… forget all that you saw. I don't like Dean. He was a dork.
Notes: This has twincest in it. So if you don't like it don't read it. You have been warned.
Dedication: To Mistress Evil, because I don't think I have laughed so hard about flames since I read that Judas/Jesus fic and all of his flamers. You rock!
Chapter One: The Dream
Andy sat and stared at the blank computer screen that was supposed to be his history term paper. He leaned back into the chair thinking about what to write. His hands tapped the keys lightly without typing anything. 'Why does this have to be so hard?', Andy thought to himself. He heard the door open behind him. Andy didn't really pay attention to who walked in but said a brief 'hi' anyway. Since he wasn't paying attention he didn't really notice that who ever it was didn't answer him. Andy just continued to tap the keys and hold a dim hope that the essay would do itself.
When the feminine hands touched his shoulders, Andy jerked forward only to be dragged back, so that his back was against the chair. They were nice hands, slightly calloused with a fresh coat of dark red nail polish. The hands worked their way down Andy's arms making the hairs stand on end. Andy being curious to whose hands these were, turned to look only to have one of those nice hands turn his head forward again. That's when he felt the lips on his neck. Gently sucking and licking at the soft flesh on is neck.
Andy moaned a little bit. He quickly became turned on to this. 'If only I know who this was', Andy thought to himself. Her hands worked her way down his chest and at the hemline of this shirt. 'I can't believe she is teasing me like this!' Her teasing and his quiet musings lasted a few more minutes when his lovely hand attacker was caught off guard. Andy jerked around and saw a similar face staring back at him.
"Andrea?" Andy's first words to her startled her as she came back to the real world.
His next word of, "why?" was quickly covered up by Andrea stealing a hard quick kiss and then it all shattered.
Andy jumped up and almost hit his head on the bunk bed. 'What the hell was that? Andi is my sister, she is my twin. Why am I thinking this way? God she was hot. No, no, no. I can't think like this. I have to calm down. She has really soft hands. God, I can't do this. How am I going to face her in the morning?' Andy laid back down but never really went back to sleep. The thought of Andi was still swimming around in his head.
Part: 1 of ?
Author: Irishclover
E-mail: dmhallock@mac.com
Rating: R just to be safe.
Disclaimer: (You know I was looking and almost no one has a disclaimer in their post…) Ok, so I do not own anything. Disney owns Motocrossed and I'm just borrowing for a little while and I'm gonna try to play nice. So don't sue me, I'm a very poor college student. *Grin*
Summary: Umm… I don't want to give to much away but Andy has an interesting dream.
Archive: FF.net, my page when I get it up and running. Anyone got a Motocrossed site that wants this dirty little number?
Feedback: Sure why not. You will all probably flame me as well so sure.
Spoilers: watch the movie and then umm… forget all that you saw. I don't like Dean. He was a dork.
Notes: This has twincest in it. So if you don't like it don't read it. You have been warned.
Dedication: To Mistress Evil, because I don't think I have laughed so hard about flames since I read that Judas/Jesus fic and all of his flamers. You rock!
Chapter One: The Dream
Andy sat and stared at the blank computer screen that was supposed to be his history term paper. He leaned back into the chair thinking about what to write. His hands tapped the keys lightly without typing anything. 'Why does this have to be so hard?', Andy thought to himself. He heard the door open behind him. Andy didn't really pay attention to who walked in but said a brief 'hi' anyway. Since he wasn't paying attention he didn't really notice that who ever it was didn't answer him. Andy just continued to tap the keys and hold a dim hope that the essay would do itself.
When the feminine hands touched his shoulders, Andy jerked forward only to be dragged back, so that his back was against the chair. They were nice hands, slightly calloused with a fresh coat of dark red nail polish. The hands worked their way down Andy's arms making the hairs stand on end. Andy being curious to whose hands these were, turned to look only to have one of those nice hands turn his head forward again. That's when he felt the lips on his neck. Gently sucking and licking at the soft flesh on is neck.
Andy moaned a little bit. He quickly became turned on to this. 'If only I know who this was', Andy thought to himself. Her hands worked her way down his chest and at the hemline of this shirt. 'I can't believe she is teasing me like this!' Her teasing and his quiet musings lasted a few more minutes when his lovely hand attacker was caught off guard. Andy jerked around and saw a similar face staring back at him.
"Andrea?" Andy's first words to her startled her as she came back to the real world.
His next word of, "why?" was quickly covered up by Andrea stealing a hard quick kiss and then it all shattered.
Andy jumped up and almost hit his head on the bunk bed. 'What the hell was that? Andi is my sister, she is my twin. Why am I thinking this way? God she was hot. No, no, no. I can't think like this. I have to calm down. She has really soft hands. God, I can't do this. How am I going to face her in the morning?' Andy laid back down but never really went back to sleep. The thought of Andi was still swimming around in his head.