Yay! An update! Hi, How are ya? I'm good. I wrote this tonight. I'll try to write tomorrow but no promises! I hope you enjoy. I'm sorry for the long gap, writers block but hey, I wrote it out. :) Please comment!

Moments ago, I snuck out. Tegan is way too drunk to notice I've left. I'm so sick of being babied. I'm an adult; I can do whatever the fuck I want. Especially if that's Stacy. That's Tegan's number one rule: "You most importantly, cannot see Stacy under any circumstance."

She's all about rules. It's ridiculous. Another rule is no drugs in the house but she has gone and broken that rule tonight. She is drunk and stoned off her ass. She is celebrating the club's anniversary and I guess it's an accomplishment that it's been open for years. Most clubs last six months at the most.

Tegan took away my cell phone, so I have no way to contact anyone. I have to walk to Stacy's apartment and hope for the best. Her lights are on, so she must be home. I walk up to her particular apartment and knock on the door.

"Who's there?" She asks through the system and my heart skips a beat at hearing her handsome voice.

I can't talk though, I'm too scared. I knock again and she opens it. She is sober, but I don't think it's a permanent thing. Unfortunately, Stacy refuses to let me in. I look up at her with what I hope is big innocent eyes. She balances on her bare feet, her toes painted a glittery gold, matching her fingers. She is in her pajamas. They're shorts and a tank top. The shorts are lilac with little pink roses. The tank top is white and shows that she's not wearing a bra. I smile and I reach out to touch her. She pulls away.

"What do you want?" she barks.

"You," I state.

Stacy stifles a giggle, her cheeks flushing. She steps back inside and shuts the door. I panic when I hear a man's voice. It's deep and raspy and named Paul. It asks my Stacy if everything was all right. I can practically feel the arrogance drip from his lips. I hate Stacy but I love her at the same time. I love her so goddamn much it hurts.

I love her so much; I hit my fists against her door. I glare into its dull metallic reflection. I punch the door again, demanding that I need Stacy. I don't know who this guy is, but I know that I will fight for Stacy. Again, I hit the door as frantic tears stream down my red face.

"I'm in love with you!" I scream, my weight falling to the door in heavy collapse of tears.

I hear a click and I pull away, looking as Stacy opens the door. Immediately, she pulls me into a tight embrace. The whole time I think about how wrong Tegan is about Stacy. I love Stacy, I really really do. She's the single most sincere girl I've met.

I pull away slightly and look up at her. She looks down at me, tears streaming down her face just as bad as mine. I cling to her, begging for her to let me stay.

"I'm in love with you, Sara," I hear her hushed voice.

"Thank you," I whisper, back.

My throat is dry from all the crying and shouting. Stacy offers water and she lets me inside. I catch a look at Paul. He's a douche, as I'd guessed. Stacy asks him to leave and he doesn't protest. He must see the desire etched into my features.

Stacy pours me a class of water. I chug it down like it's the last drop of water I'll ever have. Stacy rubs my back and I have to lean into her to stop from collapsing on the ground. She kisses my cheek.

"It's okay, Sare."

"Are you sure?" I trembled.

I almost dropped the glass, I was shaking so terribly.

"Are you cold, baby?" Stacy inquires.

I nod and she takes me into her room, laying me on the bed. She lies next to me and pulls the covers over us.

"Undress," Stacy's small voice spoke.

I do as I'm told and immediately, she wraps her frail arms around me. My entire body begins to warm and I start to feel okay again. I wrap my arms around her waist and look up into her inviting eyes. She giggles, smiling big and leans down. Her lips graze against mine.

Everything is all right and eventually, I taste the salt of her sweaty skin and I hear the moans ringing through her delicate vocal chords and I see the strain of her arching her back and I feel the sting of her nails digging into my back and she's mine and I'm hers and everything is so great. And I know that I'm in love. I'm in love with her smile and her heart and her laugh and her eyes and her touch and everything she is.

Tegan will never understand this love. I never expect her or anyone to understand. There's a strong bond between Stacy and I. It's something that only we can share and no one else can be a part of. We're us. That's all there is to it.

"That was utterly uplifting!" Stacy exclaims, giggling as she turns to look at me.

I grin, blushing at the compliment. Stacy rests her hand on my cheek and I pull her close again. I kiss her hard and firm. She elicits a moan and it influences me to continue. I move my hands down to her bum, pulling her crotch against mine. Stacy breaks the kiss to look at me, breathing harshly.

"Is this okay?" I ask her.

Stacy giggles and nods, kissing me tenderly.

I smile into the small lip lock and trail my hands up to cup her beautiful breasts. I hold them, just enjoying them. I moan quietly as her nipples harden against my palms. I look up at her, still amazed by our difference in height. Her eyes are covered by her hands, but a smile plays at her lips. I giggle, biting her lip and moving my hands lower. Stacy's skin rises with goosebumps, all over. We kiss.

I gently slip two fingers inside of her. Her cunt easily sucks my fingers in and grips them tight. I love that. I kiss her neck, stroking her walls as she shakes. Stacy's body is hypersensitive to my touch. I'm sure that we're meant to be lovers. She moves her fingers into my hair and clutches securely. I love the sensation. I whimper as she slides the pad of her finger over my clit. I'm putty in her hands. We kiss again, desperately.

My fingers curl to hit her soft spot, to which she calls out my name.

"Sara!"

I will never tire of that.

She gasps, my thumb circling over her erect clit. I smile and work harder and faster.

Her doorbell rings and we both groan.

"Wait, babe," Stacy chimes and stands up.

She covers herself with a sheet and walks to the door. I lie in her bed, letting my body be consumed by her.

But she calls my name. I get up, reluctantly, and dress. I walk into the living room and see my twin, standing at Stacy's door.

"What?" I ask Tegan.

She looks exhausted, worried and annoyed- all at the same time.

"Why the fuck aren't you home?" Tegan sneers.

"I'm with Stacy," I explain, trying to remain calm.

Stacy sits silently, looking back and forth at my twin and I.

"Did I give you permission?" she demands.

I can only shake my head. I have no idea what it is, but I cannot say no to Tegan. I can't stand up against her. Here, I have his life-altering sex with Stacy but the moment my twin comes to the door, demanding answers, I cower. Like the scared little dog I am. I listen to her, because I know, she controls everything for me. I don't know how she does it, but I know she does.

I shake, "I'm sorry."

She holds a hand up. She doesn't even seem buzzed, it was as if she never drank.

"Let's go, Sare," she whispers.

I look up at Stacy. I need to come up with an excuse but my mouth won't open. I need Stacy to stand up for me, but now she's just looking at her feet. I need to kiss her goodbye, at least. I figure I love Stacy enough to do that, but when I get close, we both turn away.

"Bye," Stacy mutters.

"Bye," I say back.

I feel like a teenager. I feel like Tegan is my big, scary dad and if I don't listen, I'll get beat- so I listen. I walk down to the cab with Tegan. I get in and hang my head low with my tail between my legs. Tegan pats my back.

"I know she's all that and a bag of chips, Sara, but she's no good for you."

I stay silent, the whole way home.

Upon arriving home, it was like the party never happened. The house is immaculate. I admire Tegan, but I wonder if the party was just my imagination.

Tegan sets her keys down on the counter and walks into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of chocolate milk. I sit at the counter, looking at my hands, still trembling with fear.

I wait for the smack to my face to come, but it doesn't. I look up at her as she downs the milk. That's the only way Tegan can drink milk, within two minutes of her pouring the beverage. I flinch at every move she makes. I know I'm in trouble; I'm just waiting for her to acknowledge it.

"Down on your knees," she finally demands.

I'm quick to follow orders, on my knees in front of her in a second. She unbuttons her jeans and unzips them and pushes them down. I'm met with her feeldoe and I can't even hide my excitement. The adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I place my mouth on the tip and take my sisters dick in my mouth. I hold the base as I work up and down. I see Tegan bite her lip as I look up at her face. We look at each other and I hate that she can see that I love this. I hate that she knows I want this.

And I do.

I pull away and Tegan sits me on the counter, pulling my pants and underwear all the way off. She lines the tip of her feeldoe with my clit and presses it down. I whimper, my hands holding onto the counter. Tegan grins, running her dick through my folds. I want to grab onto her, but I won't. I can't let her win. I clutch the counter until my knuckles turn white.

Finally, Tegan slips into me. It automatically hits the right spot. I won't moan, either will Tegan. We just gasp and look down at out crotches. I won't give her the satisfaction at knowing that I'm all for this; whatever it is.

Tegan pulls me closer, angling me so my cunt is wide open for her. She pounds my pussy, her thumb working fierce circles on my clit. I refuse to moan. I can't. I keep gasping and whining.

I'm so fucking close. She's fucking winning. I fucking hate her. I fucking love her.

There it is. Shit, fuck, fuck, shit, shit, shit.

"Fuuuuuck!"

I lie back, my chest heaving as I hear my juices drip down to the tile floor. Tegan pulls out, grabbing my shirt and forcing me to sit up. She pulls the toy out of her and places it on the counter. She gets on her knees and spreads my legs as she begins lapping at my pussy.

I can't stop the slew of moans, I can't stop from pulling on her hair, I can't help from crying.

I sob as she eats me out. I sob hysterically until I cum.

And she doesn't care.

She stands up straight, looks me in the eye and says, "Think about that next time you wanna run away."