A/N: Hey guys, okay so a friend of mine, who has chosen to remain anonymous, has written a quincest fic, and I'm just here to post it... It might be a one shot, and I might contribute to this fic, but anyways here it is!

Sara's POV

"Spend all night/losing sleep I'd spend the night..." The last lines of "Living Room" sweep over the venue and rests in the ears of hundreds of screaming fans. It's the last night of the Canadian tour and that means one thing: Celebration!

This excites me for all the wrong reasons. See, for a couple years now there's been this crazy sexual tension between Tegan and I. This tension is released, in sometimes small ways whenever Tegan gets drunk. Tegan gets drunk at least once every few weeks while on tour. Sometimes the acts are small, a lingering glance here, an inappropriate comment there, and sometimes...there's more, a lot more.

--flashback 6 months ago---

"Oh my GOD!!! Tegan!" Sara breathing so heavy her words are barely audible. Tegan thrusting her pelvis into Sara's so hard Sara let's out an "ow" in between "yes..." and "o God oooh!". "You want me to stop?" Tegan says somewhat concerned, but mostly NOT wanting to stop. "No no...don't!" Tegan began grinding into Sara again up against a VIP washroom wall at a club. "Yeah just like that...faster!" Sara demands.... "Like this?" Tegan asks as she thrust quicker and even harder "Yes... yes...just lik- o shit! oh ...ooooh shit" Sara exclaims as she climaxes. Tegan slows down and eventually stops. Still leaning into her sister and breathing heavily. Sara holds Tegan's head into her shoulder, although still up against the washroom wall, possibly the least romantic setting ever, Sara still fears this moment might be too sentimental and quickly pushes Tegan off of her and swiftly gains her footing as Tegan drops her thighs which she's been holding up quite well for the last 15 minutes or so.

"Geez you shit you could at least let me catch my breath, we're pratically the same build, it's like I was holding my own weight up against a wall for like 20 minutes and fucking it!" Tegan protests.

"Wow, I'd love to stay and have this chat with you but I need to go to the hotel and shower. I just had a fully clothed friction fuck with some chick and am feeling rather unfresh...but very satisfied" says Sara as she walks over to Tegan, now rinsing her face with cold water, and places a quick kiss on her cheek and hurries out the door.

--Present Day, Sara's POV---

As soon as the show ends the energy is so high. We're all running on pure adrenaline- which could also be the cause of the situations Tegan and I find ourselves in. I mean it is taboo and frowned upon, it's forbidden so therefore it's a rush.

I say goodbye to the fans. Sometimes I think I should just take the much less taboo route and take my pent up sexual frustration out on a fan. I mean these young girls, barely in their 20s and well, easy. Sometimes I want to a bad role model and let one "slip" pass security and give them the night they'll never forget, the one they never thought they would have-one with me. But no, instead I turn my back on all their willing faces and hope that my sister of all people, will get intoxicated enough to sleep with me.

As we're waving goodbye and about to leave the stage Tegan gives me the most seductive look. It really unsettles me because whenever something happens between us Tegan is drunk so I figure, like most drunk girls, she's just looking to get off. But if she's giving me this look now and something happens later...no, could it be that she sometimes plans these interactions? I can't even let my mind wander in that realm of possibilty.

You wouldn't think it would take 5 people 2 hours to get ready to go somewhere and to agree on a place to go. Well it does. We decide to go to a lesbian bar about an hour from the venue but still along the road we're taking out of here anyway. It's a small town I don't even know the name of but the scene is jumping, the girls are hot and the vibe is right. I love to watch the guys' reactions to normal lesbian activity. They act like it's the most amazing thing, like a dog walking across the street on it's 'hind legs.

Not even 15 minutes after we walk through the back door a girl lost on her way to the bathroom spots us "Oh my GOD!!! NO WAY OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU!!!!" She yells stammering and stuttering and simply goes on her way. I see Tegan get a familiar twitch in her right eye, o no, headache time. She asks the hostess for pain pills and the hostess comes back with purple/blue-ish pills which I notice right away and Tegan doesn't and before I can say anything she shoves the pills into her mouth swallowing them whole and chasing them with a rum-n-coke! "O shit!" I...apparently say aloud, "What?!" Tegan asks, completely clueless. "You fucking just took E!" "What no! O...oh no...yeah...maybe" Tegan says and puts her arms out in front of her as if she's walking a tight rope trying to steady herself. She manages to rise to her feet. She walks over to me pushes me in a corner so dark it seems as though we've disappeared. She leans against the wall and holds me close to her, I'm slightly intoxicated with her scent and the sweet smell of rum-n-coke on her breath. "Mmmm" she moans in my ear "touch me...touch me here" she pleads as she unbuttons her jeans and grabs my hand and slides it inside her panties...ahh here we go...again.