I'm so fucking surprised that so many people have read this. I feel loved. Sort of :')
Um. This chapter is a sort of recapping chapter about thier first, y'know. Shower. Yeah. It's all Sara's pov again.
This chapter is again rated M for sexual hints and my severe verbal diarrhea.
I have more ideas to post soon; including another shower scene (I find something totally hot about the idea of the two of them in a shower ... mmm) and a supermarket scene (you'll see ...)
Feeeeeedbacks:
-enthusedsilver: I have several shower scenes in the making. One will include sexy time ;) ... So, yeah. It'll be posted asap. Or as soon as I can write the ending.
-mooeymooey: Thanks. I'm definately continuing. They're so great to write about, haha.
: Yeah, you can thank my anally-retentive English Lit teacher for my great attention to details, haha. I'm definately continuing with writing about them.
-theseachange: Sh'yeah, evil, i know, bwahaha. I will try for longer stories next time :)
-brawl-freak: Thanks dooooooood :')
-Strix171: I love detail. Detail is good. Merci ;D
Some several years ago …
Sara remembers the first time herself and Tegan shared a shower. It was during the first leg of their very first European tour, in a very cramped and nasty hotel room in Germany, or possibly even France, she wasn't that sure.
She also remembers the stains on the pale coloured bedsheets that proved that whoever had shared the room before them had indeed spent a very happy night together. She remembered being completely grossed out as she watched Tegan strip the bed of it's sheets and unceremoniously throw them into a corner of the room before declaring that they should just sleep on the bare mattress.
Sara secretly wished that Tegan and herself could add their own stains. Tegan being on her fucking period was not what she had in mind.
It was now almost seven am and their bus was due to leave in thirty minutes. They had one shower stall and nowhere near enough time for the both of them to shower separately, so Tegan suggested they shared. Sara's face immediately flushed a disturbing shade of pink at the thought of being so close to her sisters hot, wet … uhmmng … fuckable body.
Sara remembers everything. Every single minute fucking detail about that tiny shower stall; from the dirty grey tiling cement to the way Tegan's body seemed to just … positively glow under the grotty bathroom lightbulb. She remembers the awkward moment when Tegan dropped the only bar of soap and asked Sara to bend down and retrieve it for her; she remembers how her cheeks began to burn so violently she was surprised she didn't vaporise the shower water as she carefully folded her body downwards, fully exposed in front of her twin sister to grasp at that goddamn bar of goddamn soap.
She remembers her stealthy glances every time Tegan turned her body, her eyes taking in every detail of her sister every several seconds or so; her taut stomach, her amazing breasts, the way her nipples stood to attention under the heavy stream of water engulfing the two of them.
Sara shuddered at the unfairness of her soul being cast into a human form instead of a bra form.
Oh, if I were a bra upon that breast, she internally cackles.
She remembers Tegan breaking the awkward silence and asking her if she could so kindly "get my back". The small giggle that escaped Tegan's lips did nothing to ease the tension.
"Come on sis, you wash my back, I'll wash yours, yeah?" Tegan mumbled, trying to lighten the fact that she was currently stark-fucking-naked in front of Sara.
"I guess … It's only fair that I offer my expertise." Sara replied, feeling so damn proud of herself for making a wise-ass joke in such an awkward situation that she felt she deserved a gold star or someshit like that.
Tegan handed her a loofah, then swivelled to turn off the water, reaching for the bottle of shower soap as she did so.
"You can wash my back whilst I shave my legs." Tegan said, in a voice that implied that this was a real fucking treat for Sara. In all honesty, Sara agreed.
She watched as Tegan absent mindedly gnawed on her bottom lip as she applied soap to the sponge for Sara, playing with her labret with her teeth. Sara managed to stop herself from offering to gnaw it for her. Tegan grabbed at the razor and bent down to carefully attack her legs with it, presenting Sara with her back and a really great view of her ass.
Sara focused her attention to her hands, which had now started rubbing the purple loofah sponge across her sisters smooth back, beginning to have a really hard time controlling herself. She somehow managed to refrain herself from grabbing her sisters waist, turning her around and fucking her right then and there in the shower stall.
She placed her other hand on Tegan's back, rubbing circles with her palm, massaging the soap into her sisters shoulder muscles, marvelling at how slick and supple and fucking gorgeous Tegan's back looked.
Tegan straightened up and turned the water back on, disturbing Sara's train of thought as the curtain of water cascaded down her face. She glared as Tegan washed the suds from her body, watching as all of her hard, soapy work was literally washed down the drain.
"Turn around, I'll do you." Tegan offered, pushing at Sara's shoulder in an attempt to push her to face the other way. Sara cringed at the thought of Tegan 'doing' her. She reached out a hand and turned the shower to run only cold water. She needed to fucking calm down.
Tegan screeched as the cold water hit the pair of them, causing Sara to laugh uncontrollably.
"Just because you're more hormonal than a fucking teenage boy, doesn't mean you have to punish me with the old 'cold water' trick too!" she yelled, stepping back from the stream of falling water, pressing her back against the tiled wall.
"Fuck you. Do my back." Sara giggled, turning to show Tegan her rear. Tegan braved the cold water again, reached out her arm to soap her sisters back again.
"You're real pathetic, you know that?" Tegan muttered, rubbing the loofah against Sara's skin a little rougher than she intended to. Sara laughed and bumped her lower back against a shocked Tegan, who instantly blushed at the contact. She placed a hand on Sara's waist to steady herself, then quickly withdrew it, suddenly realising that running your hands across your sexually frustrated sisters' bare waist was not a good move.
Sara stepped back under the water to wash the soap from her body, knowing full damn well that Tegan was still watching her from behind. A tiny shiver ran down her spine at the thought of her sister staring at her ass.
Tegan turned the water off once Sara was finished, then opened the sliding shower door, allowing a flood of freezing cold morning air to caress at their bodies. Sara gasped. Tegan reached for a towel.
Sara remembers the even more awkward moment when the two of them realised that the shitty hotel had only supplied them with one towel. She stood still and dripping inside the shower stall whilst Tegan stepped out and dried at her body, seeming to take extra fucking long to towel her breasts. Sara wished she was a fucking towel. She honestly couldn't take any more of this teasing.
Tegan threw the towel into Sara's unsuspecting arms, stepping foreword so close that their noses almost brushed.
"Get dried." she hissed. "I'm not in the mood to put up with your sexual frustration in the shower," Sara's eyes shifted uncomfortably to the floor. "But I am willing to put up with you on the bed." Tegan continued.
Sara's eyes darted back up, staring into Tegan's, begging for what she just said to be true. Tegan briefly brushing her lips against Sara's confirmed her words.
She turns and leaves Sara in the bathroom alone, grasping the semi-damp towel.
"I never knew you could be so demanding, Tegan." Sara called out as she began to towel dry her legs.
"I have needs girlie. I'll take it where I can get it." Tegan replies just as loudly from the other room.
"Believe me, you can fucking have it." Sara mutters, running the rough material over her stomach and hopping from the stall.
22/02/'10
Soooooorry for leaving it at a lack-of-sex-ending. The next chapter WILL include sexytime. I promise! It's already written and everything, I just need to figure out a good way to end it.
Reviews are love. Seriously. I'm much more tempted to write when I know why stories are being appreciated ;)