--Tegan's POV—

--2 years ago—

"That's one way to end a movie" Lindsey says looking up at me. It's only now that the movie has ended that I realize she's laying on me, on the couch. When did that happen?

"Yeah and…not a good one"

"I don't get it, I mean I understand they didn't want to be predictable but well shit, that made no fucking sense" Lindsey's voice picks up the more passionate she gets. She brings herself slightly off my shoulder and upon making her point returns to her comfortable position.

"Yeah totally…kinda stupid"

"So, what's next!?" She asks excitedly

"Next? It's…2:30, I was kind of hoping for bed soon"

"Oh, yeah I usually don't sleep til about 4, sorry, I'll go, you should sleep…like normal people do"

"No you don't have to leave, here I'll even put on another movie, as long as you don't hate me for falling asleep in the middle of it"

"Um, no, that's…that sounds fine"

I put in a movie, yes, any movie, I'm so tired I just grab one from the stack next to the entertainment center and pop it in. Lindsey has mastered all the remotes and as soon as I slide the disc in she starts it up.

About five minutes after the opening credits I feel myself start to fade. Nice stamina TQ.

--Lindsey's POV—

About fifteen minutes into the movie Tegan's breathing picks up a steady pace. She's sleeping already. 'Middle of the movie' my ass. I was shocked to find myself growing sleepy as well. Usually it would take me a couple more hours to feel such a thing. But as I relax my head on Tegan's stomach, I fall into her slow, relaxed breathing pattern and immediately start to drift off.

--Tegan's POV—

"What the-" I mumble, barely able to make any proper sound with my voice yet. I freaked out for a second when I saw a person lying on top of me. Definitely not used to waking up with someone. Lindsey's fast asleep with her head on my stomach. She's looks so adorable that I feel sad when I remember that she's straight and I don't have a shot with her…at waking up with her like this, under slightly different circumstances.

I ease myself from under her, gently but quickly replacing my stomach with a pillow under her head. I make my way to my bed. I pull off my pants and button-up and feel comfortable in my boxers and my beater. I slide under the covers and prepare for a couple of blissful hours of sleep. As soon as I close my eyes I hear my phone buzzing in my back jean pocket on the floor. You have GOT to be kidding me! I reach down and pick it up, lazily as possible without even bothering to get out from under the covers, I pull the phone back quickly almost falling off the bed. I reach the phone on the 4th "ring", though it's not a ring, it's a vibration. I really have an odd hatred for ringtones. Without even checking the display, in my haste to simply just end the damn buzzing I hit 'answer'.

"Hello"

"Sara?" I say, my voice just sounding slightly better than it did twenty minutes ago.

"Did I wake you?"

"Unfortunately no. I was just heading to sleep"

"I have a bedtime story for you"

"Is that right?"

I can barely handle the tone of Sara's voice right now. She's speaking so slow and her voice sounds so husky and smooth in my ear. Each sylablle is like a little nibble on my ear, driving me wild.

"Yes, I picked up this really cute, really shy girl last night. She reminded my of myself when I was younger"

"Wow, so she was a whore…like a young whore"

"I'm not a whore! I just…have a healthy sex life. And anyway I mean she reminded me of me before I…had any sex life"

"Oh God, Sara, how old was this girl?!"

"23, I said, she reminded me of myself as a young girl, doesn't mean she's young"

"True, sorry"

"Anyway! I could tell she wanted me. But we talked for like an hour and she didn't make a move. So I took her back to my place and watched a movie"

"What movie?"

"I have no idea, something with Sandra Bullock"

"Of course"

"You know me too well. About half way through the movie I just grabbed her and kissed her, hard." Something about the way she said hard sent a jolt of electricity to my clit. Fully awakening it and acknowledging me of what her intent on telling me this story was.

"So after about twenty minutes of making out, she still seems like she's being somewhat reserved so –"

"Sara why are you-"

"Wait cause this is where it gets interesting. I lead her to my bedroom and tell her to sit down. I go to the bathroom and come out with a pair of your black boarder shorts and a black sleeveless shirt"

"Also mine, why were you wearing my clothes"

"Because, I told you, she reminded me of how I was when I was younger. You broke me out of that when you fucked me for the first time. And so I had this idea that if I somehow channeled you, I could do the same for her" My mind flooded with memories of our first time together. We were 16 and it was incredible. I feel myself already starting to forget to breathe as she continues her twisted tale.

"So I came back out and sure enough she thought I was going to top her. But just like you did I sat on the bed and made her come to me. She did she started to kiss me gently. Then I moved further back onto the bed and laid down. I made her follow. She paused when she got on top of me. I gestured for her to kiss me and she did. While we made out I unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it on the floor…."

God she's doing this exactly how we did this…fuck I can't take it! I think to myself as I slide my hand in my boxers.

"I grabbed her right breast in my left hand and her left in my right and began to suck on her left nipple. While I was squeezing her right breast I unbuttoned her jeans. I slid my hand in her pants. Oh god, Tegan she was so wet"

"Mmm was she?"

"Are you?"

"You know I am"

"Me too"

"Did you put your hand inside her panties?"

"Not yet, I rubbed her clit over her panties, I wanted her to lose control. I wanted to push her to make a move. To get what she knew she wanted. I knew if she was like me it wouldn't take long."

"Fuck" I say barely able to speak at breathe properly at the same time at this point. "So what did she do?"

"What did I do?"

"She….umph she…took your hand and slid it in her panties" I say, breathlessly.

"Mhmm. Then I got on top of her. I put my weight on her and took my hand out of her panties and pulled her underwear and pants off…then you know what I did"

"You fucked her"

"Yes"

"Oh my God"

"I didn't even take my clothes off, I just climbed back on top of her and pushed my hips into hers. "

"….oooo fuck, yeah?"

"Yeah. Really slow and steady for a few minutes, then faster"

I knew Sara was talking about her and some girl I don't know. But all I can visualize is our first time. The more detailed her description became the more vibrant my visual. It made me rub myself more violently than ever. I ached for her.

"And then I…I just kept making a circular motion with my hips…faster"

"Sara…"

"Faster"

"Sara…fuck…oh shit I'm gonna come"

"Harder…oooo oh Tee I am coming……

"Sa--ra!" I feel myself seeping through my boxers and with all the strength left in me I hit 'end' on my blackberry. And with that orgasm, as with all my Sara induced orgasms comes the side effect of guilt and depression. Even if we weren't sisters, this relationship would be considered unhealthy. We're not in love. I love my sister as a sister, or as a best friend. But there's also a physical attraction between us that can best be described as an obsession. We've been sleeping together since we were sixteen.

I've had many girlfriends. I've liked some and I've loved some. But I've cheated on all of them with my sister. Even though Lindsey's straight, I still feel like we connected. But instead of being in there with her on the couch, I'm in here trying to gain enough strength to get out of bed and take a shower.

Sara owns me. It's sick. I'm addicted to her. I crave her. I wish I could walk away. But the sound of her voice, her touch, her walk, her style, her…everything draws me like a magnet. I'm a slave to her every need. It's absolutely depressing.