Tegan
I cursed myself for not getting my driver's license as I walked through the rainy Vancouver weather, eager to escape the cold sleet. I needed to meet Sara for coffee and discuss the arrangements for tour, not that I was looking forward to spending an entire year crammed in a bus with my twin sister. All she ever did now anyway was talk about Stacy, almost like she was trying to make me jealous that she finally got a really hot girlfriend. If that was her goal, I wasn't going to give in to her little game.
As the wind kicked up and blew crystals into my eyes, I sped up and jogged to the café. I thought about calling a cab, but going against common sense seemed to be my specialty these days. I always manage to fuck things up for myself, considering that Lindsey had walked out on me after a fight over the smallest things. Finally reaching the café, I bursted in which grabbed the attention of everyone in the unit, staring like owls. I shrugged them off and waddled to Sara, the only person who hasn't laid an eye on me, but instead a thick book.
"Hey Sara." I said bluntly as possible.
"Why didn't you call Lindsey or someone to drop you off?" She replied just as emotionlessly, still not looking up from her fucking book.
She knew Lindsey left me, she was just trying to get on my nerves, which was working as I subtly gritted my teeth at her indifferent personality towards me. I managed to hold my composure and reply passively, "I just wanted to walk and think about things."
The slightest twitch in her mouth gave away that she was concerned with what pushed me to walk three miles in the freezing rain to think, but I knew better than to give a smile to her. I wouldn't give into her piercing gaze that burned into my mind as I sat down and pulled my computer and notepad out of my backpack.
"Let's just get this over with." I mumbled, shaking off my wet coat and already dreading this tour with my stone-faced sister.
"So I've got a few ideas on where we would stop while in Toronto." Sara began, seeming shockingly uncomfortable. Whatever, I was tired of acting like I was happy anymore. Sara's twisted mind and silent arguments between us wire me out along with all the other stressful situations I was facing. But before we knew it, we were buried in our computers and discussing plans in perfect synchronisation.
I looked down at my clock on the screen and noticed that an hour had passed by, but as I looked up, I caught Sara's eyes looking at me before she quickly jerked her attention back to her Mac. It sparked curiosity in me, but I didn't dare pry, not wanting to get on her bad side again and get in a fight.
After Glasgow, I always wanted to pretend I was happy and understanding, despite wanting to scream my true emotions out. I needed Sara, I wanted to be there for her when she went through that rough patch after Emy. But Sara was just unlovable, as simple as that. She has no light or excitement in her, only lurking darkness that she hid since she found Stacy. Eventually, I just gave up trying to be the one that made her happier, knowing that Stacy provided temporary relief. But I know better than that.
"What?" Sara snapped me out of my thoughts as I realised I had been staring at her.
"Nothing. Sorry, just got lost for a second." I said in a lower octave.
She eyed me again before speaking up. "What's wrong?"
I couldn't even begin to tell her what was wrong. Lindsey, Sara, Stacy, my apartment, this tour, this fake excited carefree mood that I'll have to put on for each audience we play for. Why did Sara have to bring Stacy for the first week? She knew that I didn't like the idea, but she also knew that I would never hold her against her happiness.
"Nothing is wrong, Jesus Christ." I sputtered, annoyed with her concern.
She rolled her eyes, looking back down at her screen. The rest of the session went by quietly, agreeing to whatever ideas we had in mind before my phone vibrated. As soon as I saw the caller ID was Lindsey's, I accepted and eagerly said hello.
"Look, I'm sorry I walked out on you. I was fed up with work and came home in a bad mood." She said, sounding exhausted and drained. Funny how she called it home, when I never felt like it was anything close to warmth and soft memories. All I ever did was sleep, have sex, and work on the computer in that place. But whenever Sara came over, it oddly did feel like home, before she replaced that feeling with snide comments and bragging about Stacy.
"I'm sorry too. Do you wanna come over tonight?" I said meaninglessly, knowing that she just wanted sex right now.
"Please." was all she said before telling me she had to get back to work. Once again I caught Sara's eyes. I could have swore I saw a twinge of jealousy in her. Too bad, you missed your chance, Sara. I wanted to be your one-man call, and you threw me away like I was nothing when you met Stacy.
I hung up before Lindsey could lie and say she loves me, and shoved my phone back in my pocket.
"You know, if Lindsey keeps playing mind games with you like that, you shouldn't-"
"Will you just shut the fuck up and mine your own business?" I cut her off, suddenly enraged. Everybody I knew now was playing games with me, I'm tired of it.
Sara stared at me speechlessly as I stood up and began to pack my things, eager to get out of this hell that I was put into.
"Why are you leaving?" she questioned, sounding hopeless and weak, and she knew that tone in her voice always made me soft for her. Bitch.
"We're done. We can do anything you want. I'm going to my house and taking a nap." I replied colder than before. She didn't ever put up a fight like I always wished she would, so I walked out on her before she could say anything else.
Standing outside the café now, I called a taxi, knowing better than to hope that Sara came out. But to my surprise, here Sara suddenly was, leaving me breathless as she hugged me close to her.
"I love you." her hot breath hit my ear as she whispered it like a forbidden promise.
No matter how much I wanted to tell her the same, I didn't give in, choosing to stand rigidly as my sister squeezed me tighter. She slowly let go as she realised that I wasn't going to reciprocate the movement and words, and looked up into my eyes. I realised how significantly our roles have switched, like she was always pining for my attention while I left her cold and empty. Locking my eyes with her honey irises, I clenched my jaw at home close we were. I wanted to kiss her but I knew better than that.
And she must have saw it in my eyes, because next thing I knew, she grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner into the alleyway. Pushing me against a wall, she stood on her toes and leaned in for a kiss before I shoved her off of me and walked to the cab that had just pulled up. I hurried in, knowing that look on her face meant she was in angry shock. I told him to go back to my house and he sped off as I watched Sara in the rear-view mirror, standing in the road staring at the cab shrinking from sight.
As we went on in silence, I thought about how cruel Sara is being to me. She knew that I was chasing her, yet she turned it into another twisted game, no matter home fucked up it was already to be in love with my sister. We didn't need this stress or worry while on the first tour for Heartthrob, and I didn't need the frustration of knowing that we're both cheating on our girlfriends.
I practically tossed my money at the driver and walked to my house without a single word of thanks to him. Stepping inside, I looked and noticed how much I tried to make it seem like a home, despite it only being shelter while off tour. I shed my coat and walked to my room to take a shower when I found Lindsey sitting on my bed, scaring the hell out of me.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I said, almost yelling as I stumbled backwards.
"Oh my God. I'm sorry. I texted you that I got off early."
"Yeah well I didn't get it." I wheezed, still out of breath. It shocked me on how I became suddenly afraid of everything.
She stood up and walked over to me, pulling me into her arms. "I'm sorry. I acted up over nothing." She cooed as she nuzzled into my neck. I felt extremely uncomfortable, considering my twin sister had just told me she loved me and tried to kiss me. Unfortunately, I held her against me and gently walked her backward to the bed.
"Baby, we don't have to do this." She said, but it was obvious that she just needed a good fuck.
I said nothing, pushing her down and going immediately for her pulse point as she let out a feminine moan and tangled her fingers through my hair. Slipping my cold hands under her shirt, her body jolted under mine as I pulled them back out and began to strip her of clothing while she did the same to me.
"I need you." I growled as I pulled her shirt over her head and gripped her sides, thrusting my hips into her. She let out an exaggerated moan and thrusting upwards, eager to find some friction. I let her grind against me as I unclasped her bra and licked hot trails around her nipples, causing her back to arch and a pleading moan to break through her open mouth. I pushed her hips down to the mattress and licked around her breasts before I unbuttoned her ripped jeans and tore them off.
Getting off of her and reaching over to pull my nightstand drawer open as she unzipped my pants, I grabbed the purple phallus and black leather strap. I helped in her attempt to get my pants off, nipping her earlobe and letting a low moan escape my own mouth. I slid my hands down her eager body, twitching and aching for me to be inside of her, and slipped her underwear down her legs. I then slipped my own off and wasted no time with strapping on. She knew that I was going to give it to her rough, looking up at me as I placed my hips between her and hooked her legs around my shoulders.
I lined the phallus against her aching slit, running it up and down through her fluids as she squirmed and whimpered against me. I pressed my finger to her mouth, whispering, "Shh." before I slammed my hips into her, not bothering with foreplay. She let out a pained scream as I pulled out and shoved my way back into her, thrusting at a pace she could hardly keep up with. I wished she were Sara, I would have shown her so much more affection and care than I was with Lindsey, who's eyes were squeezed shut as I bit into her collar bone, crying out and digging into my back.
I didn't show any mercy on her, going out on her as fast and as hard as my body would allow me. "T-Tegan! I'm gonna cum!" she squealed, scratching more at my back and desperate to get out of the position I had her in. Hearing her, I went even faster, growling and huffing as I slammed into her pussy.
"Cum for me." was all I said before she was screaming in ecstasy and shaking in absolute nirvana. I wouldn't stop, though, pulling her on top of me and sitting her onto the phallus as she begged me to stop. If sex was what she wanted, I was going to give her what she wanted. Crying out, she tried to to lift off of me as I gripped my hands on each side of her hips and slammed her against me, thrusting upward so it could go deeper into her.
"Take it, baby. I'm gonna make you cum all over me." I grumbled out of breath, watching her breasts bounce up and down as she threw her head and let out a loud guttural moan. Her juices dripped onto my stomach and pelvis, but I refused to stop until she was nothing more than a body full of tender meat. She let out another prolonged scream and fell backward.
"Tegan please please please-oh fuck! Oh my fucking god I'm cumming! Oh!" she screamed, squirting hot juices onto my abdominals. I jumped over her and entered her pussy once again as she laid there, boneless and moaning. Slowing down, I gently pushed in and out until she was too tight to enter anymore.
I took the strap off and walked to the bathroom to clean it, washing soap and pumping my hand around it as I still heard Lindsey softly whimpering. Drying it off and putting it back into the nightstand, I slipped back in bed and held her to my naked body, whispering all the things that I loved about her. She buried her face in the crevice of my neck and fell asleep while I stared at the ceiling, thinking about Sara.
My phone then vibrated, and as if on cue, Sara had messaged me.
S: I'm sorry about what happened.
Okay.
S: I know you don't care anymore. I know I pushed you away until I was with Stacy, but I do love you, Tegan. I do.
If you loved me, you would be sleeping on my chest after the sex we just had, not Lindsey.
I decided to react coldly to her, not regretting that last message I sent her. She didn't reply. I won this battle. But then my phone vibrated and it was a photo. I didn't expect it at all to be of her naked and looking at the camera, breasts beautiful and pale. I stared at the photo in disbelief before screenshotting it, ashamed that I knew I would masturbate to it.
I couldn't reply to her, not being able to think of anything to say. There she was again, she won. Whatever sick and twisted game she was playing with me, I was too tired to fight right now, so I gently nudged away from Lindsey and went to the bathroom to satisfy my aching clit.
I sat on the floor against the cold tub, looking at the photo as I imagined her fingers deep inside of me, curling as her naked sweaty body slid against mine. I circled my clit slowly, the muscles in my legs twitching in pleasure as I moved on to push two fingers inside of me and curl. I let out the smallest whimper, not taking my eyes off of the photo, and speeding up my thrusts to calm my need.
"Fuck, Sara." I moaned quietly. I clenched myself around my fingers, thrusting gently but firmly as I let my imagination run wild with thoughts of my sister. "Oh my god," I mouthed, speeding up my pace and curling more. "I'm gonna cum." I continued, imagining my small whimpers and moans reaching Sara's ears as she smiled down at me. Unexpectedly, my juices ran down into my palm as I shook in pleasure, letting out the smallest cry and slowing down my thrusts until I pulled out.
After my body had recovered from the orgasm, I sat in an emotionlessly pit, but soon that blank expression turned to one of anger. I had never denied Sara of anything. I had been her first kiss, that moment when I realised that I was hopelessly in love with her. And she just giggled and walked away, thanking me for letting her know what it was like to kiss a girl. She always teased me, giving me imagination, but not letting me dare touch her body. And when I give up, she wants me. I'm sick of it. I won't succumb to her little games.
This was going to be one hell of a tour.
