TEGAN
I walk back into the house to find that Lindsey and Kaki seem to have been talking while I was away. They're seated on the couch of the living room, Lindsey still holding the stack of CD's in her lap. They're distanced on each end with Kaki's legs crossed, much like she had sat at Sara's apartment. I get the feeling that she does this when she's putting up a wall of defense. As if she needs to hold herself back and stay under control. Next to her, facing away from me, Lindsey's shoulders are slouched. If I didn't know her as well as I do, I would take her posture as just the way she sat. But I know better. Lindsey only sits like this when she's uncomfortable or upset. I step up behind her and watch Kaki slowly look up at me. Lindsey's eyes soon follow hers and she turns, straightening her back as I come fully into view.
"Watcha been talkin' about?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Lindsey answers before Kaki can respond. "Touring. Well, her touring. We were just discussing the possibility of me coming along with her on her next trip to Australia to take pictures. That's awesome, isn't it?"
Lindsey turns her head to smile back at Kaki. "Totally." Kaki stands up. "I'm sorry to have to kick you guys out, but I've got to start packing."
Lindsey gets up from the couch and I take the CD's from her hands.
"Yeah, that's fine. We've got to get going anyway. Let's go, LB." I start towards the front door with Lindsey following behind me.
"I'll see you soon." Kaki calls before we walk out, Lindsey shuts the door politely behind us.
On the ride back to Sara's apartment, Lindsey asks me about the CD's.
"So, what's on them? Is it... porn?" She laughs at her own joke. I laugh with her, maybe a little too loud.
"No! They're just some live video's of Sara and I for a new DVD we're working on. Gotta keep the fans happy while we're not touring."
Kaki is already beginning to pack her bags to get Sara in New York. I don't know what her plan is, other than to somehow 'help' us. I'm hoping I can trust that Sara will be sober enough when Kaki shows up to her hotel room. There's no way Sara's going anywhere with Kaki, let alone open her door to her. I hate it when Sara gets drunk. She makes the worst decisions. The tattoo she got in Portland a few years ago is pure proof. Even if she did beat everyone at Wii boxing, it doesn't exempt the fact that she can't keep herself from doing anything without thinking of the consequences. She can be so mindless when she's wasted. At least I have a little awareness of when to stop when I've had two too many drinks. I was always the more contained one when I'm smashed. Although, I'm known to forget most of what happened the night before I wake up to a freight train running through my head. I also can't seem to refrain from drunk texting.
That is, unless I have someone take away my phone for the night. Sara is usually the one to do so.
"I can't wait to see it." Lindsey snaps me out of my daze and I see her grin at the road in front of her, which she never lets leave her vision. After the car accident, Lindsey promised that she'd make sure something like that would never happen as long as she was in the car. I love how protective she can be. Sometimes I like being babied by her. I feel as if I do enough of that on my own when it comes to Sara.
When we make it back to Sara's apartment, Lindsey wastes no time in taking advantage of the time we have alone together. With Sara still in New York, we have the place to ourselves and Lindsey is fully aware of this. We haven't been able to do anything intimate for months now. Sara has always been here to keep Lindsey from making any moves on me. Lindsey hasn't tried to do anything since the episode in the back seat of the Sedan. Sara is a different story. She didn't care that Lindsey was in the living room when she whispered my name from her bedroom door. In the dead of night, when Lindsey was passed out on the couch, I would hear her call to me.
"Tegan? Tee, come here."
And every time, I'd come to her. She'd pull me into her room. Her hands would land on my hips and press my back against the door. Slowly, silently, we'd make our way to her bed. Her knees would hit the edge of the mattress and Sara would melt with me into the fabric of the sheets.
Lindsey's teeth graze my neck and my thoughts are sifted away from my sister. In the living room, Lindsey is guiding us to the bedroom. I hesitate before we reach the door and Lindsey takes my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging it and making me move further into her body. Her hands tangle in my hair, which has grown past my shoulders. My hands fall to her hips. When her back hits the door frame, I turn the knob and let us into the empty room. We stumble inside and and Lindsey sits down on the bed. Sara's face flashes under my eyelids as I kiss Lindsey and I make quick work of my belt and jeans. I step out of them without breaking the kiss and kick them into a pile on the floor. Lindsey's hands are on my hips before I can slip out of my shirt and bra. I add them to the growing pile of discarded clothes.
Shamelessly, Lindsey slides her palms flat against my backside and squeezes roughly. I groan when she catches a nipple between her teeth. Her hands leave my bum and pull her shirt up over her head. She tosses it to the side, paying no attention to where it lands. Her bra soon follows suit. Her pants are off before I realize they are and we're both left with only our underwear to remove. Lindsey leans back on the bed as I back up a few inches and thumb the waistband of my boy shorts. I'm half straddling her and her eyes are aimed at my hands, which are teasing their way beneath my boxers.
Lindsey has on white laced panties. But not for long.
"Lay back." I say and Lindsey complies, displaying her jutting hipbones to me. She holds herself up with her elbows to see me settle on my knees. I coax her legs apart with my mouth, kissing each knee cap until I'm satisfied with the distance between them. I place my hands on Lindsey's thighs and slide them up until I reach her hips. I slip my fingers under her panties and pull them down to her ankles. She toes them off the rest of the way and she's completely bare. My eyes behold the sight before me. Lindsey's cunt is smooth and shaven, save for a light patch of curls on her mound. Inches from me, she's wet and waiting, ready for me to make her squirm under my tongue.
I bring my tongue right above her core, licking the length of her slit slowly, marvelling in the way she moans my name.
"Teeegaan."
I haven't tasted her in so long. I'd almost forgotten how sweet she is.
I repeat the motion of my tongue a few times, gradually adding more pressure. Lindsey's head has fallen back and she's given up on trying to watch me between her legs. When I slip my middle finger inside of her, I move my mouth to lick quick circles around her clit. Her hands fly to the back of my head and I lift my eyes to see her back arch. I add my ring finger to the mix and I hear my name again.
"Oh, fuck! Tegan!"
I'm pumping in and out of her, never breaking the contact of my tongue. My free hand grips her ankle as hers mash my face into her clit. I curl my fingers and Lindsey's body shakes. Her hips rise off of the bed and her toes curl. I flatten my tongue while she rides out her orgasm.
Her body relaxes after a few seconds. I know it's not over yet. I still haven't had my turn and I know how much Lindsey loves making me come.
"God, I love you, Tee."
I can only smile as she helps me off of my knees. They've turned red from the carpet, but I don't mind. Lindsey stands from the bed and our mouths meet. She catches my tongue between her lips and begins to suck gently when I try to deepen the kiss. She turns us around and we scoot onto the bed. I take her face in my hands and separate our mouths.
"We need to clean the sheets." I breathe.
Lindsey pulls my hands from her face and places them on her breasts. She shakes her head and leans in close to my ear.
"Shut up and let me fuck you."
I can feel the lust in her voice when she nibbles on my ear, her warm breath ghosting along my neck and back to my lips.
I continue to knead her full breasts as she tugs my boy shorts off of my body. Her lips leave mine and she finds my eyes.
"Do you still have it?" She asks.
"What? Have what?"
"Your toy."
Lindsey knows that I occasionally wear the strap-on she gave me on our four year anniversary. It's the only sex toy I own. The very same that I'd worn when Emy kidnapped Sara and I. I thought about getting rid of it. Burning it, even. But I kept it hidden, wrapped in an old t-shirt that I keep stashed in a secret compartment of my suitcase.
I've used it on Lindsey a few times. I didn't expect her to ask for it now and I don't really want to use it tonight. Or ever. I could lie to her, tell her I left it at my house in Vancouver. She doesn't know about Emy and the incident. I don't ever plan on telling her, either. Not about practically being raped by my sisters ex-wife with the same thing I'd made love to her with.
"Where is it?" She asks again.
I sit up without thinking and Lindsey lets me out of the bed. I return from the closet with the strap-on in hand, which she promptly takes from me.
"Get on the bed." Lindsey puts on the silicon schlong and adjusts it to fit her. I crawl back onto the bed and lie face down with my bum in the air. Lindsey follows behind me and sets herself between my legs. Her hands rub my backside and she gives my right cheek a light smack.
"You have the nicest ass I have ever seen, you know that, Tee?"
I moan in satisfaction when she smacks the other cheek. Lindsey's hands plant themselves on my hips. I feel the head of the strap-on begin to probe my core, searching for purchase. When it catches and slips inside of me I lean on my arms and rest my head against balled fists.
Lindsey slowly inches her way in deeper and I cry out when the base meets my flesh. It's only seven inches, but it feels amazing. Lindsey pulls out before pushing back in painfully slow. I move my hips, trying to get as much of her cock inside of me. She holds my hips still and forces me to quit riding her.
"I said let me fuck you."
Frustrated, I relax under her palms and wait for her to continue. Lindsey pulls out before slamming back into me, causing my breasts to sway. She picks up the pace and all I can hear is the sound of our skin slapping together with every violent thrust.
Behind me, I hear clattering and turn my head to see the pile of hidden cameras fall off of the bed and onto the floor. I'd forgotten all about them. My mind goes to Sara then. I wonder if she's still drinking...
I turn my head back around and cover my face in my hands, biting down on the comforter to muffle my moans. Lindsey's hips are rocking into me, sending flashes of pleasure throughout my body, tearing my thoughts away from Sara.
"You like my cock inside of you? You like it when I fuck you from behind, Tegan?" Lindsey pants.
"Umph! Yes!"
Lindsey's right hand leaves my side and reaches to make fast circles with her fingertips on my clit. I see Emy's hands instead of Lindsey's. I'm in that room again. Sara is feet away from me.
My legs shake and my body tightens. Lindsey's fingers keep going as she stills her cock deep inside of me.
"Oh, Sara!"
Lindsey's fingers stop moving. I ride out my orgasm and my body goes limp. But Lindsey's cock doesn't leave me.
"What did you just say?"
It's then that I realize what I've done.
"Lindsey! Lindsey! I didn't mean- that was- I'm sorry! Lindsey, please."
I'm actually frightened. Lindsey hasn't pulled out yet and it feels like she's pushing in further.
"Please, it was an accident." I beg her to let me go and she finally pulls out of me. The slick sound of the strap-on echoes in my ears.
"Why the hell did you say Sara's name?"
My face turns beet red. How do I explain this to her?
Lindsey steps off of the bed and I roll onto my back, hugging my legs to my chest and leaning against he head board. I feel more exposed than I did when Lindsey was on top of me.
I look into her eyes and swallow. "I've just been worried about her. It was honestly a mistake. She was drunk when I talked to her on the phone. She's just been on my mind, it's not like that at all. That's gross, Lindsey! I mean, I can't believe I did that to you. That was so weird, I'm sorry, Lindsey."
Lindsey takes off the strap-on and holds it in her hands, staring at the sheen of come that I left on the phallus with a grimace.
"No, I understand. You didn't mean to. I get that you're worried about her. I'm sure it's happened to other people, too. But you've got to make this up to me,Tee."
Lindsey looks up at me and gives me the smallest of smiles before running an index finger along the length of the strap-on. She gathers up the remaining cum and holds it up to her face.
"Now go clean the sheets." She says and licks her finger clean.