AN: So, after all of the amazing reviews I got for Here I Am, I decided to post another piece I'm working on. It starts out kinda weird but there will be more depth I promise. WARNING: Quincest, language, sex... ya know the usual. :) Feedback is love. I hope you enjoy...
Tegan's POV:
I watched in agony as my sister laughed and flirted with some girl she'd only just met. She had her fucking hand on my Sara's arm and, even though I kept telling my self that I had no place to be jealous, I felt my blood begin to boil. Maybe Jager was a bad idea tonight. A growl was building in my gut as that girl's fingers traced Sara's tattoo. I couldn't take it. I was going to walk over there and hit the slut if I didn't just leave.
"Fuck Tegan," I said to myself, "get the fuck over it. Sara is your sister not your fucking lover". I shoved my hands into my pockets as I turned to leave, and just as I was about to get through the door I felt someone grab my elbow.
"Tee, where you goin?" Sara asked, looking sad for some reason.
"Back to the hotel" I snapped, causing her to flinch. Instantly I felt like an asshole. My tone softened, "my head hurts" I said pathetically. More like my heart aches...
"Hang on, I'll get my coat and come" she said turning before I could protest. I needed to get away from her before I broke down and confessed how I was feeling, and now she was coming with me.
"Fuck me..." I whispered.
Sara's POV:
I don't know why I was talking to the blond in front of me at the bar. I wasn't really interested but when she came up and asked me if the tattoo on the inside of my wrist hurt, I kept talking after I'd answered her question. I let her flirt and the vodka and beer running through my system allowed me to open up and flirt back. After only a couple minutes though, my brain fixated on the only woman in the bar I cared about. My sister, Tegan. Where is she anyway I thought to myself and looking around, convinced I would find her hiding in the corner with some girl trying like mad to focus on her eyes, not anything else, but instead I saw her walking toward the exit.
I practically ran to her, catching her just as she was about to escape and asked where she was going. She was moody and snapped at me at first but when she told me she had a headache, I decided that I was going with her back to our room. It was my turn to take care of my big sister, no matter how awkward it made me feel. I love Tegan and nothing could change that, even if the love wasn't exactly the kind you should feel toward your twin.
Tegan:
I let my better judgment get clouded over by the sweetness of my little sister's eyes, well that and the way her hips swayed slightly as she was walking back to grab her coat. She was so beautiful and all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and kiss those sweet lips, to feel her body pressed tightly against my own and to hear my name on her lips as I... Whoa, so not going there right now. Not when Im drunk, not when she's drunk and oh so not when she's following me back to the hotel room that we will be sharing for the next two nights.
I tried hard to block those thoughts out of my mind as Sara walked back toward me, swaying a little more than before and leaving me to wonder if maybe she knew what she was doing to me. As soon as she could reach she hooked her arm in mine, giggling when I shivered. If only she did know what was going through my head, (and body), she wouldn't want to be so close. God she was VERY close, I could smell her shampoo and it was making me dizzy with desire. In an instant I was back in my head, feeling her breath against my neck as I ravished hers with my mouth, my hands slipping over her body, in between her clothes and her skin.
"Ah, fuck."
Sara:
"Ah fuck what, Tee?" I asked, curiously as we walked back to our room. I could tell my sister had something on her mind, and what ever it was, I wanted to help her deal with. It's always something I've tried to do, be there for her when she needs me. I would listen to anything she had going on in her life, and try to give her any input that might be helpful. This wasn't always easy either, especially when it involved other women. Honestly, I hated hearing about how she loved someone else but they didn't understand her, or they simply didn't want her back. How could they not? For fuck's sake she was even more precious and beautiful in her heart than what could be seen from the outside. She was smart, thoughtful, gave her whole heart to her girlfriend, (whom ever it was at the time) and so funny. I didn't understand how anyone could not love her.
"Huh? Oh, nothing..." she said quietly blushing. She hadn't meant to be heard. She didn't make another peep as we walked, arm-in-arm, the rest of the way back to the hotel. Neither of us did. I was afraid I might tell her that I had fallen in love with her if I started talking again. I have a tendency to ramble on when I'm nervous, add alcohol to that and everything just spills out of my brain through my mouth. The same mouth I'd been dreaming of using on Tegan so many times over the last fifteen years...
Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud? What if she heard my thoughts in her head and knew I wanted to make love to her? "OH fuck" I whispered. OH SHIT, that did come out of my mouth. Damn it now I was rambling in my head and it was only a matter of time before more things started coming out of my mouth. I can't just tell her that since we were about fourteen I had been having these fantasies going through my head about having sex with her. She's my sister and I want to kiss her so deeply, that she can't help but get wet and want to feel my tongue pushing into her soft, pink...
"Sara? Sasa?" she asked. "Um, are YOU okay?"
"What? No, I'm good. Really Tegan, I'm fine" I said quickly. Too quickly. "Let's just get upstairs and go to bed. Not together, but, in our own beds, 'cuz there's two of em." I laughed nervously. Shit, fuck she knows. Oh god she can see it on my face I bet. Bad Sara. Do not think about how your sister would taste, and the way she would moan your name when you made her cum. Oh God, I'm thinking about it again. Fuck, I'm wet too. I bet she can tell. She knows. I'm dead.