X-overs 1. Chapter 1

Sara's POV

It's been a year since Stacy caught Tegan and I together in the shower. Within that year, it's been a lot of heartbreak, lies and awkward tension during tours. But now all of that is over because Tegan and I left our girlfriends for each other, realizing our love for each other is the strongest love compared to any other relationship we try to drown ourselves in.

We still keep our love hidden from our band mates and friends. Lindsey and Stacey actually started to date each other. Isn't that something? Tegan moved from her nice place in Vancouver to come live with me on the other side of the country in Montreal. And we've been ever so happy. And horny.

"What's for dinner?" Tegan is outstretched on our couch, flipping through a lesbian magazine. She glances over it briefly, catching my eye and wiggling her eyebrows. "You I hope."

I smile and roll my eyes. "Shrimp scampi. You like that." I take out a package of Alfredo noodles and set them next to the thawed shrimp. I fill up a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. Walking over to the couch, I yawn and plop right down on Tegan's lounging legs.

"You're right," she grins. "I do like that." She sets aside the magazine and holds out her arms. I bury myself in them and she kisses the top of my head. "I'm so happy we have each other," she murmurs.

I rest my head on her beautifully made collarbone. "So am I." I gently kiss her neck. "So am I." I sit up and stare into her eyes for a minute. I take in a scene of desire behind those hazel irises. I straddle her hips and just keep eye contact. She carefully places her hands on my thighs and leans back, studying my face and all that's on it: my pores, the crinkles in the corners of my eyes, the little, minuscule scar beneath my bottom lip.

Tegan pulls me in close and I arch my back a little against her strong arms. She doesn't kiss me, just holds me. I stare down into her face. Her fingers work at my shirt slowly, taking it off. It was our lazy day today so I'm not wearing a bra. She pushes her legs up so that I can lean back on her knees.

I shiver with want when she traces one finger in between my breasts and down my torso. I dip my lower back into the crotch of her sweatpants, exposing my bare chest even more.

Tegan smirks as she gingerly removes my underwear, letting it then shimmy between her nimble fingers to the floor. "Wanna take a seat?"

I chuckle and take a quick glance at the stove. I don't want to have to clean up a water mess on top of the mess Tegan is about to make. I lean forward and lift one leg up and next to the side of her face, then the other. I sigh as she places the palms of her hands under my ass and pulls me closer to her mouth. She blows a thin trace of breath on my sensitive part. I shudder and drape my arm over the side of the couch, supporting my upper body.

Tegan closes her eyes and rolls her tongue up and down my slit slowly, passionately. My breath hitches in my chest and I smooth her hair away. I hear her lips work and that makes me even more aroused. I steadily begin to ride her face as mine begins to scrunch up in concentration.

Her mouth is warm on me, as if it were a wet, comforting blanket over my clit and I bask in the feeling. I moan and gasp when she bites me, pushing her face in further with my hand. Now I hump her face, creating a sheen of sweat on my chest and back.

I arch into her and feel myself getting close. I don't let her come up for air. Burying her face deeper I belt out, squirming and twitching on top of her now cum-splattered chin. I take in a deep, ecstasy-filled breath and watch as she swallows what's left of me.

I grin and flip her over, tugging her sweatpants off of her soft legs. My hands skitter over her ass, squeezing it and rolling it. She sighs and rests her head on a pillow, lifting her ass up. I glide her boxers down and keep them caught on her knees. I let my fingers plunge into the deep dip she's created in her spine and she pushes her butt up even higher at that.

I place a kiss on each cheek and spread them with my thumbs. She's so pink from back here that I nearly blush. It's a beautiful shade and looks so petal-like and inviting. I dive my face in and begin to lick at her clit and bite her shaven labia.

Tegan squeals and kicks her legs alternately. I watch all of her movements from back here, never ceasing in what I'm doing. Sliding two fingers in and tilting them up, I pay attention to what it is she wants.

"Ooooh," Tegan groans. She presses the heels of her hands into the cushions and pushes back like a cat, burying my face even deeper. "Yes, yes!" She plops her face into her folded arms, breathing heavily.

With my free hand, I reach around and play with the tip of her clit, all the while continuing to pump and suck. Her body starts twitching and writhing but I keep going.

"Ah fuck!" she screams. She reaches back and holds my head in place as she rides out her orgasm. Letting go, she collapses on the couch, face down. I clean myself, and her, up and walk to the stove. The water is viciously boiling so I empty the packet of noodles in.

"Dinner will be ready soon."


	2. Chapter 2

Tegan's POV

I roll over on my side. After dinner last night, Sara and I took it back to the couch and that's where we crashed. I open my eyes to see Sara sitting upright with her head lolled to the side.

I yawn and stretch, lifting myself slowly from the bed, careful not to wake my snoozing counterpart. I jump a little as my foot makes contact with one of our toys, trying not to break it.

Tugging my t-shirt over my head and my underwear on, I pick up the empty wine glasses and bottles from the mahogany coffee table, placing the glasses in the sink when I reach the kitchen and discarding the bottles. Sara is a neat freak so every time after dinner, the dishes are always put away and the leftovers are immediately shoved in the fridge. Less work that I have to do.

I sleepily drag out a pan from a bottom cabinet and a spatula from our utensil container near the stove. Shuffling to the fridge, I pull out some eggs and bacon, then at the pantry I remove a box of pancake mix from the shelf.

I crack the eggs in a bowl and whip them up, adding some pepper as I go along. I hum silently to myself as I pour the eggs into the heated pan and smile a bit when they sizzle. God I love food.

As those cook, I start on the pancake mix, taking out a griddle from where I got the pan. When that heats up, I measure out some not-so-perfect circles and slap on the batter, placing the bacon in the margins.

I wince a little as tiny pops of bacon grease pinprick my arms. I check on the eggs, see that they're done, turn off the heat and add some cheese to them. I divide them evenly and transfer them to plates.

I smile when I feel arms wrap around my waist and a kiss on my neck. "Good morning," she croaks.

"Hey there," I say back, flipping the pancakes and bacon.

"Need any help?" She steps around to look into my face. She's wearing an oversized tee that stops just below the knee. I didn't hear her get up to change.

"Just get some cups out and silverware and the orange juice I guess." I pick up the butter boat and spread the butter on top of the pancakes. "Here's your plate," I say, setting it on the table.

"Thank you baby." She kisses me hard on the mouth then continues with placing everything on the table.

When I fill my own plate, I plop in a chair across from Sara. We both start to eat. "What's the plan for today?" I ask.

"What day is it?" She pours some syrup on her pancakes. The thick liquid slowly slides down the sides and makes heavy contact with the other foods.

"Thursday," I reply, chugging down some OJ. "Let's go through shall we? We're on a lengthy break from touring, we just moved in together, we haven't seen mom in awhile."

"Do you want to see mom today?"

I shake my head. "Maybe some other time when we can manage to keep our hands off of each other for a couple of hours."

"Want to go to the park? Take a walk maybe? Or do some laundry today?"

"I don't know. We'll figure everything out as the day goes along." I bring a piece of bacon to my lips. "I think a new bookstore is supposed to be opening around here. Maybe we can have another go like we did last time while looking for books." I waggle my eyebrows at her and bite into my bacon.

"We'll figure everything out as the day goes along," Sara says mockingly. She trails her foot in between my legs, massaging my inner thighs. I try to act unbothered by this but really it's getting me excited.

She pushes her chair in closer to the table, allowing her foot to go further. She hits dead center and rubs deep circles all the while keeping eye contact with me and a piece of bacon in her hand.

I sigh and lean back in my chair, opening my legs up. "Why must you do this so early in the morning? You just woke up!"

"I'm the overly sexual one, remember?" She drops her piece on her plate and gets up from her chair. She circles around the back of mine and licks the back of my neck. "Get up," she says in my ear. She grabs my wrist and picks me up.

"And why must you always be the dominant one?" I wrap my arms and legs around her body as she carries me to the counter.

She stops momentarily and gives me a look. "We both know the answer to that." She lays me out across the countertop and crawls on me. Her lips press against mine, tasting sweetly of syrup.

I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her in. "All I wanna get is," I start to sing.

"No. Please don't." Sara frowns slightly but then giggles when I smoosh her face.

"A little bit closer." I abandon whatever space was between our mouths, entangling my fingers in her hair. We play a harsh game of tonsil hockey and surprisingly I win. I bite Sara's tongue hard and she cries out in pleasure.

"Take these off," she whispers hastily, tugging down my underwear and throwing it on the floor. She pulls my legs on her hips and removes my shirt as well. Her hands squeeze my chest firmly as she presses her pelvis down against mine.

I raise my hand above my head and underneath the cabinet. Sara bites my nipples and sucks them for a long period of time, all the while having me moaning and gasping. I tighten my thighs around her frame.

She bites at my stomach, leaving welts in her wake. Her arm reaches behind her into the utensil container, pulling from it a big, navy blue plastic spoon. She teases my entrance with the handle before tonguing my clit.

I scream and join my other hand up on the bottom of the cabinet. Sara spits on my entrance and the handle if the spoon, trailing a string of saliva behind which is such a hot sight.

She pushes the thick utensil in me and I immediately buck against it. "Do you think I can get on the other end?"

"Are you crazy?" I gasp. "It'll stretch you out!"

Sara shrugs. "I can be wild." She squats over the dip of the spoon and inserts it inside of her. She lets out a deep moan mixed with pain and pleasure. Slowly she rides it, testing it out. The handle is hitting my spot each time she rocks.

I reach forward and take off her shirt, pulling a breast into my mouth as she continues to thrust. We moan together as she quickens. Her hands are planted firmly on my shoulders, her bangs falling from behind her ear and into her focused eyes.

I cum a split second before she does and we both are convulsing in waves of ecstasy, twitching and squirming under and over each other.

"Let me see," I say to her when she hops off the spoon and takes it from inside of me. Sara leans back on the counter and opens her legs wide. Her entrance is obviously slightly bigger than last time but not dramatically so. "It's not bad." I lay on my stomach, stiffen my tongue and eat her pussy inside and out.

Sara shivers and squirms, her feet planted on my ass. Both of her hands hold my head down with such force I'm afraid I'll get a headache later.

She takes a sharp inhale of breath followed by a squeal as her body unloads and she slumps back. I kiss her deeply again before I hop off of the counter, spray some disinfectant on the spoon and throw it in the trash.


	3. Chapter 3

Sara's POV

"We need to go shopping today." Tegan and I are sitting on the couch flipping through channels.

Tegan stretches her arms over her head. "I know," she says. "What do we need?"

"Eggs, milk, butter, bread, snacks. The essentials." I turn off the tv and pat her leg. "Let's go. I want to get this done so I can get some time in to read today." I get up to go get changed. We're just going to the store. I don't need to look too much at the top of my game. Not even trying to cover up the hickeys and bruises from yesterday morning, I settle on a plain navy blue T-shirt, some pale jeans and sneakers, grabbing my sunglasses as I fix my sock. I shove my wallet in my pocket.

Tegan tugs on her shoes and we're out the door. We walk into the dazzlingly bright May sun. Everyone is out soaking up this rare Canadian weather. People are walking their dogs or their babies in carriages. I look extra hard and longingly at the children that pass by. I think my biological clock has run out.

"So, do you want me to cook dinner tonight?" Tegan's voice interrupts my thoughts and I tilt my head in her direction.

"If you want to." I slip my fingers in between hers.

"Might as well since you've been treating me this whole time." She kisses my neck as we turn the corner to our destination. The market is huge and promising. We walk through the automatic doors into a burst of air conditioning.

"Grab a cart," I tell Tegan. "I want to speed this along." We walk down the dairy aisle first. I start browsing the best brands for everything we need. I pull out a carton of eggs from a cool shelf and check the inside. They look fine so I put them in the cart.

"Honestly though," I say, heaving a massive gallon of regular milk and almond milk in the cart, "we should see mom soon. She hasn't seen us in what, a month? Two months?"

"We talk to her everyday," Tegan replies, throwing in a pack of sausages and wheeling along.

"But she still needs to see us, Tegan! Has she said or done something to you that makes you not want to see her?"

Tegan shakes her head, running her thumb absentmindedly against her bottom lip. God I want to be that thumb. "I just think we're not in the right frame of whatever to be seeing her right now. Like what I told you yesterday. When we manage to keep off of each other, then we can go."

I give her a puzzled look. "We're keeping off each other now!"

Tegan's eyes flash and she pushes the cart aside. "Not for long." She strides up to me and pulls me into her from the back of my neck. Our lips part and we tap our tongues against one another. "Come on," she says when she pulls away. She tugs me by my wrist.

"The cart!" I protest.

"We'll be back soon. Don't worry." She drags me to the back. I'm ready to be pushed up against a stall in the bathroom but she pulls me right past it and goes instead through the Employees Only door.

"When did you get this wild side in you?" I ask, giggling a bit nervously. I don't mind fucking publicly, I actually love it, but sometimes the bar can be set too high.

"It's always been there. You're the one who brought it out seeing as we're always trying to upstage one another." She pushes me up against crates upon crates filled with snacks and junk food, lifting my leg up rather hastily on her hip.

"I like it," I growl in her ear, fueling her already blazing fire. I bite one of the many bruises on her collarbone and she hisses happily against my shoulder. She unbuttons/unzips my jeans and plunges her hand inside. I moan against her cheek, letting my pelvis push into her hand.

"Fuck Sara, you're so fucking wet." She pinches my clit and twists it a bit causing me to yelp out. I hitch my leg up even higher, granting her some access inside. She takes the initiative and slowly slides in two fingers. "God you're so soft," she murmurs.

"Uungh." I brace myself against the crates as Tegan pumps the life out of me, curling her fingers and stiffening them. "Oh fuck Tegan. Yes!"

"Cum for me," she whispers into my ear and that's all I need for me to pool in her palm. She sticks her fingers in my mouth as I get down on my knees, taking her leg over my shoulder and inching her pants down just enough.

I flick my tongue over her and she presses my face in. I tug gently but firmly at her lips, pulling them far out with my teeth and letting them snap back into their perfect place. She sighs and rides my face slowly, trying to get a buildup.

"Hey!"

I snap up from my position and Tegan quickly pulls up her pants, whining slightly. It's an employee who looks amazed and shocked at what he just witnessed.

"You're not supposed to be back here!" he calls.

I look at Tegan and she looks back. We flee but before we do so, I grab a handful of snacks from the crate. We run out as fast as we can snickering behind our hands but our hearts are hammers.

"Shit!" we both say when we reach our cart.

I drop the snacks in there. "We need to hurry before he finds us."

"I doubt it," Tegan says with a mischievous grin. "We did him a favor and he's most likely jerking off right now." We laugh and get whatever else it is we need, pay for it and head home. It's Tegan's turn to wine and dine me.


	4. Chapter 4

Tegan's POV

I let the shower head run over me, cascading down my bare body in tiny droplets. Splashing the chilly water through my hair and on my face I sigh.

"Tegan come on!" Sara is also in the bathroom, brushing through her hair.

I peek around the shower curtain. "Come join me," I plead.

She slams down the brush, agitated. "You know that it would take even longer." She rakes the brush through her brown silk. She's becoming nervous.

"We can be quick!" "No Tegan!" She turns on her heel and out the door as I whimper in defeat. I squeeze some soap on a sponge and lather it up, dragging it harshly along my skin so that I'm sure the smell will stay for awhile during the day. I take extra time to wash my breasts and my cunt, rubbing slow circles as I do so.

When I finish my shower I hop out quickly and scrape a towel against my flesh. I wet my toothbrush, glob some toothpaste on it and stick it in my mouth, rushing out the door and into the bathroom.

"Tegan come on." Sara is applying some Chapstick to her pink lips. "I've been ready for like twenty minutes now." She taps her fingers against the vanity. She watches my naked body as it tugs on appropriate clothing while still managing to scrub at my teeth.

I rush to the bathroom, rinse out my mouth and grab my keys. "Let's go." We pack our bags in the trunk and walk around to our separate doors.

While in the car we listen to the radio and sing along. I drive with the windows halfway down, seeing as this day is just as beautiful as yesterday. The wind shimmies in the car, providing a nice sense of ventilation.

"I'm glad you finally agreed to going," Sara says when a commercial pushes it's way through the speakers. She's beaming.

"You guys are closer." I keep my eyes on the road when she interlocks our fingers.

"Shut the fuck up. She hates when you say that." She untangles our hands and unbuttons my pants, her voice has a seductive edge. "But you know what I don't hate?"

I take a shuddering breath, placing my hand over hers to stop anything going any further. "I'm driving, Sar."

"I don't hate when you moan my name. Come on, lemme get this out since we won't be able to for who knows how long."

I sigh and remove my hand; Sara unbuckles her seatbelt and automatically goes to work with her tongue with what she can reach. "This would be easier if you had a dick."

I shrug my shoulders. "Sorry." I focus on the road and take a smooth turn down an exit lane. We've already been driving for nearly an hour but time really does fly.

I gasp, sharply inhale and push Sara's head down when she bites me in my most tender area. I stop at a red light and let my head fall back against the headrest. A car pulls up to my left. I pay no mind until the light turns green and their bumper sticker is a 'God Hates Fags' one.

I floor it when the light turns green, causing Sara to yell in surprise. We get caught at another red light and I make eye contact with the female passenger. "Homophobes right next to us," I say to my twin and she glares them down. This light is pretty long.

"Oh really?" She kisses me in front of them and sticks her hands down my pants, scooping up some of my juices. She pulls out her hand and points at it, eliciting a look from he woman. Then, Sara does the unthinkable and smears my cum all over the window.

"Okay, Sara," I say when she sticks her hand in my pants again. She has always had the worst temper. She reaches over with her clean hand, rolls down the window and flings my cum in the woman's direction.

"Bitch!" Sara spits when the woman pulls out a rosary from the glove compartment, her face completely replaced by just disgust, complete horror and shock. Thankfully, the light turns green and I step on it without a second look at the car.

"You need to learn how to calm the fuck down," I say, thoroughly annoyed at how Sara handled the situation. I roll up the window and wipe the white stuff from it with my sleeve. "We could've just kept driving. You didn't have to bring attention to it."

"You're the one who brought attention! You pointed it out!"

"Yeah! Just to tell you! Not for you to provoke the woman! Fuck Sara, when the fuck will you get it?!" At this, Sara leans back in her chair, arms crossed. I button up my pants and sigh, aggravated. We don't speak for the rest of the way.

*Another hour later*

I pull into our mother's driveway. She's sitting outside on her porch and she squeals with pure delight, running up to us. When we step out of the car, we are immediately attacked with kisses and sweet hugs.

"My motherfucking babies!" she cries. "How are you both?!"

Sara and I refuse to make any type of contact even though we're both ecstatic to see our mom, Sonia. "Good," we say together.

"Come inside! I fixed your favorite tatertot casserole!" She shuffles us inside and closes the door.


	5. Chapter 5

Sara's POV

Tegan's right. I should really control my temper a bit better. But when people piss me off, I make sure they know.

"So how's everything with touring?" Our mom asks after closing the door.

Tegan coughs nervously and rubs the back of her neck. "Relaxing." Her voice cracks and goes up an octave.

"Uh-huh." Mom fills up plates for us and takes them into the living room. We follow. "What's this I hear?"

"What," we both say.

"Both Lindsey and Stacy have called me saying that you guys are no longer with them." Mom looks hurt. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

"It happened so fast," I start, hoping Tegan plays along in the right way. "I mean, I know I was probably coping with it differently."

"For a year?" Mom says, not convinced. "You told me the last time you came here, which wasn't long ago, that everything was fine between you and Stacy. Perfect even!"

"I didn't want to have to face it again. I didn't want another Emy to happen." I stab my fork into my casserole and chew quickly, tears peppering my eyes. I still haven't let go of Emy. I think of her every single day, just wondering how she is.

"I'm sorry Sar bear," my mother says, reaching forward to pat my leg. "What's your story, Tegan?"

Tegan shrugs. "I have no idea what happened."

"So you're telling me that you just let five years drop just like that?" "Sadly yes. Now can we move on? How have you been?" The day goes on with us catching up and looking through our baby pictures and watching our old 80s home videos.

What seems like in no time, a dark blue blanket is pulled over the sky, creating shadows. Tegan and I retreat to the trunk to get our bags. Tegan closes the trunk and starts to go back in the house when I pull her sleeve.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I don't like when we get like this."

"You need better control." She leans her hip against the car, strap over her shoulder.

"So teach me. It can't be that hard." I giggle when she raises an eyebrow at me. "Alright. I guess I have to work. But I'm willing to do it. I don't want to lose you."

"We're in each other's lives regardless," she says and pulls me in for a hug. "Come on." We walk through the front door. It's pretty late at night, probably past midnight.

"We're gonna head up mom," I say.

"Already?" Mom is drinking some tea in bunny slippers. The classic mom look.

"Yeah. That two hour drive really got to us," Tegan chimes in.

"Well alright. See you both in the morning. My bedroom or the guest room?"

Tegan and I exchange glances. Mom's bedroom is bigger and the bed is soft and the sheets are heavenly. The guest room has two beds with handmade quilts on them just for our visits. How would we explain to our mother why we washed her sheets?

Tegan seems to have read my mind because we both say "Your room," in unison. We kind of race up the stairs and turn right, throwing our belongings in the corner. We shut the door and immediately we're all over each other.

"Shouldn't we wait until she's asleep?" Tegan asks between heavy kisses.

"Yeah. But who knows how long that will take?" I push her onto mom's bed and she sighs, melting into it.

"I've always loved this bed," she says.

I plop right next to her on my back. "Me too." I put my arms behind my head. "Remember during thunderstorms when we would both run in and jump on mom, screaming?"

Tegan chuckles. "Yeah. She was always tired but she still sang us Bruce Springsteen before crashing." She kisses me. "I'm still kind of pissed at you."

I whine and straddle her hips. "What do you want me to do? How can I make it up to you?" I drag my nails down her bare arms. "Tell me."

Tegan doesn't break eye contact and props herself up on her elbows. "Get up. Stand against the wall."

I try to hide my giddiness, faking sad as I shuffle to the wall, right next to the closet. My mother's room is smoothly painted a nice and deep burgundy. It's rich and beautiful. Her bed is a King Size with massive carved wood posts.

"Take off your shirt." Tegan pulls down her pants and underwear, opening her legs wide and impaling the atmosphere with her sweet scent. "Do it slowly."

I let my bangs fall in my eyes as I excruciatingly slowly unbutton my shirt and push it from my shoulders, letting the thin, sheer fabric crumple to the floor.

"You know we have to fight to be silent tonight," my sister says. "What you can do to make it up to me is be loud. Jeopardize everything."

I put my hands on my hips. "Are you fucking crazy?! This isn't the fucking supermarket. This is mom's house!" I scoff, disgusted. "It's about respect."

"True." Tegan leans back further, tapping idly at her clit. "Then your challenge will be to not utter a word. Not my name. No shouts of approval. Nothing."

"Way too fucking easy. Let's go." I remove the rest of my clothes, charge at Tegan and hop on her body, both of us laughing.

"Come here," she says, her hands gesturing to me.

I let my thighs crush her face, arching my back and relieving my neck of any tension. "I'm ready. Give me the time of my life." I grab one of the gigantic four posters on the bed. I watch her face in between my legs and ride her face. "Ah, shit. Mmm." Tegan squeezes and slaps at my ass.

"Harder!" I breathe.

Tegan pulls away for a second. "You already lose."

"Fuck it. I don't care. Fuck me." I shove her face in, silencing her more. I ride her face, rolling my hips in a circular motion. Tightening my grip on the bed post, I lean my forehead against the headboard.

I reach behind me and rub Tegan's clit before inserting my fingers. I push and pull at her spot and she bucks her hips up. She moans into my clit, chewing hungrily at it.

"Oh god," I groan. I bite my free wrist while still pumping the shit out of her. I'm twisted weird so my shoulder is going to start hurting soon.

When I cum, I pause from pleasuring Tegan and grab onto the pole ridiculously tight. My body shakes and trembles on top of her face.

"Don't move," Tegan says, getting up to rummage in her suitcase. "I came prepared just in case mom left or something." She extricates from her bag some rope and a strap on. She ties my wrists to the base of the pole and buckles up her harness.

She sits on her heels behind me, places her hands on my hips and guides me down onto the cock. She lifts her hips up just as I slam down. I look over my shoulder at her work.

"Damn Sara. You're so tight."

I moan as she speeds up. "We haven't used a strap on in awhile." I pull against my restraints. "Dear god." I bite at the rope. "Don't stop. Faster."

"Ughn. Yes ma'am." She keeps her hands on my hips and squeezes, pulling them down and back. She pushes my torso forward a little bit. "You have such a pretty pussy." She reaches around the front and plays with me and I gasp.

"Yes! Yes!" I whisper. "Oh. .mmm, fuck." My eyes widen when she hits the spot one last hard time. I scream into a pillow and collapse forward but Tegan catches me, unties my wrists, and holds me back against her. She's still thrusting into me slightly.

There's a knock on the door. "Goodnight my sweet girls!"

"Goodnight mom!" We look at each other and burst out in laughter.


	6. Chapter 6

Tegan's POV

After breakfast and lunch with our mom, we spend one more night over her house, taking her out to dinner and treating her to everything she wants to make up for us not telling her about our ex-girlfriends and not coming by often enough.

After our last hugs and kisses goodbye, we jump in the car and head home. It's dark out and the stars are skittered about the deep blue canvas.

"We need to get some gas," I say, eyeing the meter. We're really pushing it.

"Alright." Sara stares out the window, jaw set.

"What's wrong?" I pat her leg, rubbing circles with my thumb.

She takes a deep breath. "It's just that I want to be able to be open with mom. And everyone! Our fans, the rest of our family. But we can't. It's like coming out of the closet all over again but in a different way."

I nod, taking in what she's saying. "I know. One day we'll get there. It may take years but we will get there. I so promise you that." I grasp her hand in mine. "Don't worry, alright? How long have we hid our sexuality? We can do this for awhile, too."

"Right but I don't want to hide anymore! I really don't! Part of me just wants to scream it to everyone."

"I know. Me too." I pull over into a little gas station. It's not one of those major names, just a convenient place to go. "Do you want snacks for the road? We have a bit of a drive."

Sara nods. "Loads of Mars Bars."

"Get your ass up and get them yourself. I have to fill up! I'll meet you inside cause I want to use the bathroom before we head out." I get out of the car and open the gas tank, placing the nozzle in it. There are no other cars here in the lot. I lean against the car door as it gets filled up.

Sara is so right. I don't want to have to keep running from the truth. We should do something about it soon. And then I remember something: Mars Bars make Sara crazily horny. I smirk to myself. So that's why she wanted a lot. To take her mind off of all this insanity that we have to live. Well I can help her out with that.

The tank makes a clunking sound so I know that it's finished. I put the nozzle back, close the tank and wait in the car, rubbing at my face. I can't be tired now. I need to stay awake.

Sara comes out of the store with a bag looped on her arm. She hops in the car and hands me an energy drink simultaneously pulling out a Mars Bar for herself.

"Don't you just love these?" she says, giddily. "The chocolate is just so rich." She tears open the wrapper and takes a huge bite, sliding back in her seat. "Heaven."

I crack open the can to my drink and take a sip. "I always have." I look over and she has already finished the first and is halfway through the second candy bar. "Slow down there, man. How many did you buy?"

"Enough," she says back.

"Right. I'll be right back." I hop out of the car and make my way through the little store. There's a man, obviously bored, flipping through a magazine at the counter. A miniature tv is on behind him.

I speed walk to the bathroom. I really have to go. I reach the door and hurriedly push it open and close it just as fast, not even thinking about locking it. I unbuckle my pants and go, sighing in relief. The bathroom is pretty dingy and slightly unkempt.

When I flush I hear a knock on the door. "It's occupied," I say, turning on the sink and lathering up my hands with mediocre smelling soap. The door starts to open. "I said it's occupied." I turn around and it's my sister, closing and locking the door behind her.

She looks at me with a blatant desire in her eyes. She leans against the door, puffing her chest out. "I realized that I had to go to." She pulls down her leggings and stands there in her panties.

"How many Mars Bars have you eaten?" I ask, astonished.

"Four," she replies nonchalantly. "And a half." She takes off her shirt and bra, stuffing them both between her legs since there is nowhere else to put them. "Let's make this quick."

I jump on her, kissing every part of her. I squeeze her exposed breasts and play with the nipples, making them taut and stand to attention. She moans as they tighten up.

"Hit them," she breathes. I do as I'm told, slapping at her chest hard. I take one in my mouth, swirl my tongue around it and then bite down. She gasps and arches her chest into me.

I kiss down her torso, get on my knees and remove her clothes from her legs, holding them in one hand. She wraps her legs tightly around my shoulders and I take a deep inhale. She smells so sweet, all from the sugar she just consumed.

Tearing down her red panties, I quickly lap at her. I'm into it but I really want to get on the road and get home so we can continue this in our own bed. I gnaw at her perked clit. She moans and slides down the door an inch, her eyes closed. I pull away and with my free hand I slap at her pussy, making her scream and giggle. I push two fingers up and inside her, curling them so she can hurry up and cum all over.

Attacking her clit with my mouth again, I pump fiercely.

"Don't stop!" she cries. "Yes! Right there, right there." She goes quiet, her mouth in a perfect ring, her eyes shut tightly and her eyebrows knitted. Her head falls back against the door and she finally arches her back. Her thighs start to twitch and shake when she screams out, humping my hand.

She's breathless when she pulls on her pants and I feel a wetness in my own. We open the door to the guy at the counter standing right outside. He looks slightly aroused, slightly perplexed and all together surprised at what he just heard. I lick at my fingers and we walk right by him into the car.


	7. Chapter 7

Sara's POV

Tegan and I finally get home three hours later due to traffic and unpack. It's two in the morning and we're beat. We shuffle around the bedroom, occasionally throwing clothes in the hamper, putting hairbrushes and jewelry and makeup back on our dresser's vanity.

"That was fun," Tegan says, flopping back on the bed.

"And you didn't want to go." I put my toothbrush in its holder in the bathroom and then make my way to the bedroom, plopping down right next to Tegan.

"Yeah I know. But I'm glad we did." She rolls on top of me and kisses me. "It's late. We should get to bed." She shrugs off her top and I help her with her jeans. "We've been up all day." She straddles my thighs and gives me a neck and shoulder massage in her underwear, keeping eye contact.

"You've been driving all day," I whisper, giving into her firm touch. I let my eyes shut and I sigh. I've been really tense in these parts lately and it feels so good to have them worked out.

"I know," she whispers back. "How about we just relax now? It's late, maybe we can snuggle, read to each other, whatever you like."

I sigh and roll my head, giving her another angle to massage. "How about," I say slowly, "we take a bath."

Tegan slides off of me and gives me a kiss. "Whatever you wish." She undresses me and we walk to the bathroom, hand in hand. I turn on the water and sit on the toilet.

"Relaxing, huh?" I say, patting my thighs so she can come take a seat.

"Just relaxing." She obliges and wraps her arms around my neck. She strokes my face. "Why are you so beautiful?"

"Then you must be too seeing as we have the same face," I giggle and she swats at my lower back. I take a deep breath. "Do it again." I shudder when she hits me again and a bit harder. "Why can't you be rough with me more often?"

Tegan blinks. "Well if you want me to I can. Do you want me to?"

I nod. "I'm always rough with you. I think I deserve to be getting the same treatment back."

Now she nods in return, pondering. She gets up from my lap and holds her hand under the faucet, checking the temperature. Reaching behind her, she grabs a huge jug of bubbles and pours in a generous amount. Immediately the white, rose scented bubbles accumulate everywhere.

She tilts her head, implying that I can get in now. I rise and step in the tub, yelping a little at the high heat. I sit, hissing as the scalding water makes contact with my delicate parts.

Tegan slithers her body in between my legs and closes her hand around my throat. "I can be rough."

I bring my hand up to her wrist. "I meant when we're full awake," I choke out.

"Why not now? You seem awake. You slept in the car. I didn't." She pushes my head back and it meets the wall. The water swishes around us. "Let's do this and then we can go to sleep."

I lean back and close my eyes. "Do what you want with me." I let my fingers fall from her wrist. I open my eyes as stare straight into hers. She moves to the side, places her hand on the back of my neck and shoves my head under water, her grip tight.

I try not to panic. I know she's not going to kill me but it is a bit of a shock. My ass is in the air and I feel her fingers plunge into my pussy. I try to lift my head up to regain some consciousness but she pushes down harder.

My lungs burn and I'm afraid I'll get an attack. I'm nowhere near my puffer and the attack can only get worse. I circle my arms and try to reach behind me to stop her but I'm lost in the feel of her fingers.

Tegan yanks hard and pulls me back to the surface, removing her fingers from inside me. I take in huge gulps of air, my hair completely drenched and covering my entire face. I grasp at her arm, still clutching my neck.

"Rough like that?" she asks.

I cough, now wheezing. "I meant when we're in the bedroom. Not on the verge of murdering me," I choke out. "Did you forget about my asthma?"

"Oh I'm fully aware." She reaches up on the shelf and gets a bottle of mango smelling body wash. She squeezes it onto her hand.

"Then why would you do that?" I ask, watching her every movement. She rubs her hands together, creating a lather.

"No reason. I felt that you like it when I grab your neck like that. Now stand up."

I do as I'm told. "Please don't do that again. My lungs and chest hurts."

"Yes ma'am." She rubs the soap along my thighs, really scrubbing it in. I lean my back against the wall. "Touch yourself for me. Give me something to look at while I get you clean."

I lick my lips and slide my hand down between my legs. I tickle my clit with my fingernail and take a deep, well needed breath. I let my hand do the work, seeing as it has a mind of its own. It circles my button clockwise as my other hand reaches up to grab my breast. I sigh and open my legs wider.

"Look at me," Tegan says, now massaging the soap on and inside my ass, squeezing as hard as she can.

I tilt my head down and keep my contact with her. I move faster, a pressure beginning to build up. Tegan gets on her knees and splays the body wash along my stomach and breasts. She kisses and licks my outer lips as she does so.

I tremble and let my eyes flutter shut for a second. I'm brought back to attention with a hard slap to my pussy. "Keep to me," Tegan says through my loud moans. She stands and cleans the rest of my body up, paying extra attention to my breasts.

I lift and lock my leg around her waist, pulling her in. Her body pushes against my fast moving hand, adding more pressure to my throbbing parts. I never take my eyes from hers.

My breath hitches in my throat when I finally reach the pinnacle of my orgasm, cum running itself all over my fingers and thighs.

Tegan sighs. "I just cleaned you. Shame." She crouches down and licks up my mess. I slide down the wall and plop into the tub. "Come here," she says and pulls me into her. We fit our legs together and use force to resist against the water, rubbing our cunts together. It's a real workout but it's so worth it.

The water churns all around us, wave upon wave toppling over each other and rolling back into the depths of the tub. Tegan grabs onto the soap holder and really grinds into me hard and I try to match her pace. Soon we're breathless and screaming each other's name. The bubbles clear up any and all of our white, sticky residue.

Now I take the bottle of soap and clean Tegan up with one hand and finger her deeply with the other. She "Ooohs" and "Ahhs", opening her legs as wide as the tub. I wash her torso as she leans back against the faucet, holding her knees.

"Come on," I whisper, really using all of my arm strength. I courageously push in a third finger and she gasps.

"Holy fuck," she gasps.

"Don't make my use my entire forearm in you." I shove and curl my fingers and that's what finally sends her over the edge. She yells out and let's her head fall all the way back, heaving, twitching and moaning all at once.

"There we go," I say and lay my slick, warm body on top of hers. "There we go. Now we can relax. Really relax."


	8. Chapter 8

Tegan's POV

The thunder cracks all across the sky. Rain falls helplessly to its death in pacts, its clear blood splattering in every direction. Sara and I are cuddled up on the couch, getting caught up on Lost Girl.

"Do you want anything from the kitchen?" I ask, unfurling my body from its fetus-like position and standing up. "I'm thirsty."

Sara nods. "Me too. Can you get me some water?"

"Sure thing." I pour us both glasses of Fiji with extra ice cubes. As I'm walking back, the thunder booms ominously and then the power goes out.

"No!" Sara screams. "No, no, no!" It takes a little bit for my eyes to adjust in the pitch black scene. I hear Sara bump into the coffee table, eliciting a "Shit!" from her.

I set our waters down on coasters on the coffee table. "Where are our candles and matches?"

"In the cabinet. Dammit, Tee! I really wanted to get caught up!"

I extricate our matches and Clean Linen smelling Yankee candles. I strike a single match, cup my hand around it and begin to light up the living room. Then I bring some into the bedroom and bathroom and light those up too. I open a cabinet drawer and remove a flashlight from its comfy home. "We recorded it for a reason, Sar."

"Right but I wanted to get caught up and get it out of the way."

"You'll live." I blow out the match and size up Sara's body with my eyes. She's sitting on the couch with her chin in her hand, feet on the coffee table and crossed at the ankles. "I know what'll make you feel better."

"What?" she asks, clearly annoyed.

"Remember that whole 'Oh be rough with me Tegan' thing?" I continue when she nods at me, now arms crossed as well as her ankles. "Do you wanna try tonight?"

Sara sighs and shakes her head. "See this is what I'm talking about." She stands up and walks toward me, keeping her eyes locked on mine. She leans in and whispers sexily in my ear, "Don't ask. Just do."

I bite my lip and look down at hers. They look really rosy today. I grab both of her upper arms and push her backwards into a wall. I force my tongue in her mouth automatically, keeping my grip on her tight.

She tries to wrap her arms around me but I catch her wrists and pin them hard behind her back. She pulls away and looks at me with a grin.

"What?" I ask.

"This is exactly what I was fucking talking about." She notices the flashlight dangling from my fingers. Tapping at it lightly, she wraps a slender leg around my waist and I push my pelvis into hers. "Take me like a slut," she growls.

So I do. Turning her around, I push her head against the wall and pull her ass toward me. She grinds it into my area and I push back, causing her to plow into the wall. I trace the end of the light along her soaked panties. "Come on," I whisper. I make her walk ahead of me, keeping her arms behind her back.

When we reach the bedroom I push her forward and she flies face down onto the bed. I get behind her and strip her roughly of all her clothes, pushing the back of her head down and smothering her in the mattress.

Sara lifts her bare ass in the air and I smack it forcefully. She gasps and groans, pushing it back against my palm. Reaching around her body, I squeeze and tug at her breasts.

"Mmm, fuck. Harder!" She wails followed by a deep chuckle when I twist and pull her sensitive tits. Then I poke and prod the flashlight inside her. She squeals in arousal and surprise. "I thought you were going to use it to see!"

"I had something else in mind."

"Well don't stop!"

"You like this?" I pump hard, really letting the light dig deep. She clutches onto the sheets when I twist it in and out. When she finally explodes with a satisfied scream and a relaxed sigh, I let her go and undress myself, walking to our toy bin as I do so.

"No games today. I just really want to fuck you." I step into a harness wielding a neon blue studded phallus. "Get on your back," I command. I figure I don't need any lube seeing how Sara is acting so I toss the bottle back in the bin.

I approach one side of the bed and lift up a candle. Sara is laying on her back, seductively biting a fingernail, legs splayed wide so I can get a beautiful view of her glossy cunt.

"Smells nice doesn't it?" I ask, taking a deep whiff of the candle.

"Very tranquil," she responds, skittering her fingers along her inner thighs. She's ready and hungry for it. It's so evident.

I climb on the bed, careful not to spill any wax on the sheets. Sara takes my cock in her hand and pulls me toward her. I slap her hand away and press my hand down on her chest, lowering her further into the bed.

"Breathe," I say before I slowly tilt the candle forward. Sizzling wax makes contact with Sara's pearl skin and she arches her back and moans.

"Oh shit," she says, her face playing with a smile. "I like that." She has a sharp intake of breath when I tilt again, dripping out a bigger amount down her abdomen. Her eyes shut.

I dive my hand between her legs and keep it stationary. She whines and tries to grind against the heel of my palm but I move it each time.

"Fuck Tegan I thought you said no games." Lightening surges through the sky and through our window, followed up by the biggest crack of noise yet.

"I did. I'm just teasing." I rub her clit in circles. "Get on your hands and knees, ass facing me."

"I love it when you tell me what to do." And she does it without question. I sneak my hand around her waist and resume my circling pattern, now dragging the wax all along her back. She hisses in pain but quickly sighs in pleasure when the wax cools.

Soon the candle is devoid of wax so I put it aside. "Suck my cock, filthy whore," I say to her defined shoulder blades.

"Yes master," she says. I start to feel my pussy pool. I like being called that. She turns around and gets eye level with the stap-on. She closes her lips around the tip and pushes her head down, taking all of it to the back of her throat.

The visual of all of this really turns me on. I keep my hand on the back of her head and she keeps her eyes looking up into mine. She gags and chokes on the cock which only fuels my burning desire. I thrust harshly into her mouth and she holds tightly onto the base.

When I pull out, she breathes deeply. "Hold on to the post and stick your ass up." I steady myself on my knees, position myself behind her and enter her smoothly. What's lube when you have the amazing Sara Quin, everybody?

"Oh fuck, Tegan," she says into the pillows. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I grip her hips so tightly, my nails, which I thought were short enough, cut into her flesh, bringing about bright blood. But Sara seems to love this so I dig my nails into her back and drag them downward, through the dip in her spine and over her ass, giving it a final, hard whack for good measure.

I hold onto her ass in my fingers and I impale her with my dick. The studs are undoubtedly just giving her a euphoria right now. The base is pounding my clit and it feels so damn good.

I bring her ass up higher and pound and pound until she unloads everywhere. But I'm not finished. "Stand up. You were athletic once. See if you can do a back bend against the wall."

"Yes master," she says. She gets up and slowly bends back. She nearly loses her balance so she stands upright immediately. "It's been awhile, Tegan. I don't know if I can do that."

"Just try," I say reassuringly. I go to help her and sure enough I get her into the perfect position.

"Tegan!" Sara says, voice inflicted with panic. "I don't know how long I can stay like this! My arms are weak."

"Shh. I have you, don't worry." I take her hips in my hands and hold tight. I slide right into her and she screams with pleasure.

"Oh shit! That feels so good," she yells. "Yes! Fuck!" I pump into her at top speed, a loud, wet squishy sound happens each time. I push so far in at such a fast pace that I'm pretty sure I'm hurting her.

"Are you alright?" I say slowing down a bit.

"Don't you fucking stop! Don't fucking stop!"

I smile to myself at her protests. "Yes master." I slam her body into my cock and her breath begins to hitch. She's getting close. I place my palm flat on her stomach and circle her clit with my thumb.

"Dear Christ," she screams. Her body locks up and then erupts in shakes and tremors. She's moaning louder and gasping harder than I've ever heard. I cum shortly after and pull out of her, collapsing on the floor.

Sara slowly lowers herself onto her back, rolls over with a grunt and crawls up to me. She deep throats the cum-soaked strap-on until it's spotless.

The rain propels itself against the windows. In this candlelight, Sara's features are more defined and more beautiful than anyone can ever proclaim. I touch her face and bring her up for a long, well needed deep kiss.

Our lips smack when we finally pull apart and I hold her in my arms.

"Well shit," she breathes. "I'm ready for round two!"


	9. Chapter 9

Sara's POV

"Well shit, I'm ready for round two!" I take the phallus by the base and jerk it, being sure to hit Tegan's hidden button.

She responds graciously, sighing deeply and lifting her pelvis up. "Sara," she whines. She puckers her lips comically and I smile into our kiss. I continue to give her a hand job, now straddling her thighs, not breaking away from our tongue-filled kiss.

Tegan humps with every down motion that I make. The candlelight seems brighter now, the wick slowly shortening and the wax descending into the golden dome. I pull away from our kiss and study my sister's beautiful, flawless face.

"I love you," I say. I unbuckle the cock and throw it aside, melting my body on top of hers.

She relaxes back and takes me in her arms. "I love you, too." She gasps when I bring my knee up between her legs and put heavy pressure on her clit. I roll my knee around.

"Do you really?" I twist at her tits, now rocking our bodies with my eagerness.

"Yes!" she screams. She breathes deeply when I take my knee away from her area. I lean back on my elbows and circle her button with my toes. "Oh dear God," she moans, throwing her head back.

"Like this?" I take her wet pussy in between my toes and pull, making sure to squeeze. "You like this, Tee?"

Her head snaps up to keep eye contact with me. "Don't you fucking stop." She rolls her pelvis in time with my motions. I press my foot against her and she yelps out, tangling her fingers tightly in the sheets.

"Someone's wet," I coo before plunging my big toe into her.

"Fuck Sara!" she exclaims. A whoosh of sex-contained breath escapes her mouth. "Yes. Oh yes." She squeals when I push deeper and curl up. "This is new."

I shrug my shoulders. "I like to spice it up." I lean forward and thumb at her clit and she smiles in ecstasy. Working my leg back and forth, I use all of my strength to really get inside of her and it seems to be working.

Tegan grabs my neck tightly as she starts to bounce from my force, her bright eyes glowing lustily in the light. A huge crack of thunder sounds that startles me. I jump and my toe hits her spot very, very hard.

Tegan screams out in deep, sincere pleasure, her grip on my loosens and she falls back on the bed. I place my palm on her button and grind the heel into it at such a heavy pressure that she grabs my wrists and has her final moan before completely dripping all over my toe and the sheets.

I sit back for a second and accept my reward visually. Her slick cunt is completely oozing and my mouth is slightly watering. Tegan is spent, chest heaving.

I come in between her legs and waste absolutely no time in taking in that delicious mess. I smack my lips against her cum-covered ones. Her thighs surround my head and begin to quake. I suck and pull with my teeth at her and she loses it, her body completely lifting from the bed in a high ride orgasm.

"Stand up and bend over, keep your knees straight," I order, picking up the discarded strap-on and stepping into it myself.

"Yes, Sasa." Tegan rises from the bed and bends over, ass totally surrendered.

I slap and pull at it. "Good girl." I enter her pussy and Tegan screams. I slam into her hard, the beautiful music her cum is making gives me sweet chills. Tegan reaches behind her to grab at my thighs.

I widen my stance a bit and really just impale her body. Our bangs fall into our eyes simultaneously and neither of us make a move to correct them. Tegan let's go of my thighs and places her palms on the floor.

"Oh God. I'm gonna cum! Saraaa!" And sure enough with two more deep, hard hitting thrusts, her cunt erupts in a white lava all over me. Her knees tremble and she falls to the floor, moaning softly.

With her back facing me, I take the opportunity to grab a candle. "Take a deep breath," I say in her ear, crouching down. I watch as her shoulders rise, preparing herself. I slowly tilt the candle forward, letting the wax drip over the rim of the holder and make contact with Tegan's skin.

She shudders in response and moans, clawing at the carpet. "I love it." She hisses when I poor more but never let up, creating a waterfall of wax down the smooth curves and ridges of her back.

"Good girl," I repeat, putting the candle back. She leans back into me and I hold her body to mine.

"It turns out it is all physical," Tegan says and we laugh for a very long time after that.


	10. Chapter 10

Tegan's POV

About two days later, our power finally comes back and we're able to watch all of our shows. The apartment smells like the clean linen candles we've been using. It's so fresh and calming. The ominous clouds have rolled out stubbornly, eliciting forth bursts of sunshine and a nice warm breeze in its wake.

"You know something, Tegan?" Sara says to me, stretching her naked body over mine. We are entangled in our sheets, melting into each other. I wrap my arm around her back.

"What's that something?" I kiss her nose and she smiles.

"We haven't gone bike riding in years. We have them in the storage area. Do you want to go riding?" She traces circles on my chest thoughtfully.

I ponder this idea for a second, chewing on my lip. It has been awhile. "Sure." I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It's three in the afternoon. "That sounds like fun. Let's get dressed then."

Sara drags her body off of mine. "I think we should go just like this. Give a show to everyone." She stands up and rummages through the dresser, settling on some jeans and a simple T-shirt.

I mirror her clothing choice and grab a pair of sunglasses, tugging on my sneakers. "Let's roll." We make our way down into the storage garage, extricating our bikes and hopping on them.

"Where to?" Sara asks as we pedal side by side, keeping a neutral pace.

"Let's just ride." And we do. We ride through the rough streets and past green, inviting parks. Past sparkling rivers under stone bridges. After about three hours, we have ridden our bikes around the entire town and we're winded.

It's getting really dark for six o'clock so we walk our bikes to a nearby park and sit on the bench, trying to catch our breath.

"That was beautiful," Sara heaves, "but we are not doing that ever again." She elicits her puffer from her pocket and inhales three times, taking deep breaths in between.

"Are you alright?" I ask, rubbing her shoulder.

"I will be." She slips her puffer back in the pocket and leans in for a kiss. I oblige, reveling in the fact that it's just her and I. All of the parents, kids, dogs, teenagers have left the park, leaving just us against the world. It's nearly pitch black save for the streetlights illuminating the area.

"Are you sure?" I say, barely moving my lips against hers. I toy with her earlobe using my fingertips.

She tilts her head toward my hand and giggles. "Yes. I'll be fine." She deepens the kiss so far, that I'm forced to lean back as her tongue slithers it's way down my throat.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her onto my lap, pushing my hands up and under her shirt.

"Scratch me," she whispers. Her chest arches against mine when I dig my nails into her back and drag them downward. She moans and leans forward, ruthlessly attacking my neck with bites and sucks.

I groan and push her off of me. Grabbing her hand I say, "Let's go in the play area." So we race through the park, and towards the jungle gym. I get there first and start climbing the ladder into a little crawl space. Sara is directly behind.

I sit up against the wall and Sara resumes her position on my lap. She's quickly undoing my belt buckle and zipper. "We need to hurry. New episode of Girls tonight."

I gasp. "I totally forgot." So I help her with the removal of my and her clothes only to reveal a surprise. She's packing and she's packing big. "When did you out this on?"

"What, this?" Sara asks innocently, stroking the shaft of the phallus. "I slipped in quick when you weren't looking."

"How did you ride the bike then?"

"Didn't you see that I was in discomfort the whole time?"

I think back to how her face was today. "I thought it was just your asthma!"

Sara shakes her head. "No. Now shut up and let me fuck you." She kisses me and lifts my legs up on her hips, sliding carefully into me. I moan and prop myself up on my elbows, bucking my hips. She rocks our bodies back and forth, causing my back to repeatedly hit the plastic play wall behind me.

"Fuck, Sara," I hiss, keeping my eyes locked onto hers. She thrusts into me faster and faster, heaving as she does so. Her bangs unhook from behind her ear and fall sexily into her face, completely covering her eyes. She makes no move to put them back in their place.

She leans forward, clawing at my thighs and cramping me up against the wall. I lock my legs behind her back. I feel the burning in my core as I get close.

"Mmm," I utter, clamping my hands on her bare shoulders. "Oh god!" I let my head fall back as I concentrate on the tingling feeling coursing through my body. When I explode, I gasp for breath, moaning all the while.

"Ass up," Sara breathes, finally shaking her now sweaty bangs from her face. "All the way up. Put your chest on the floor and keep your ass up."

"Mmm, I love it when you command me." And I do. It's such a sexy side of Sara that I'm glad I get to see pretty often. I do as I'm told and immediately I feel Sara's nails pierce into my hips as she rams into me at top speed.

This dildo she has chosen is huge and fills in any empty space inside me, creating a fierce maximum pleasure. I cry out and curl my hands into fists as Sara completely owns me.

"Dirty whore," Sara says, slapping at my bare ass. My body scrapes against the cold metal floor with each hard driving pound.

"Fuck!" I screech as my pussy clenches and empties itself all over Sara and the floor. I don't move from my spot, ass still in the air seeing as I'm trying to regain my composure.

Sara pulls me up onto my knees by my hair and faces me toward her. "Suck it clean, Tee." She rests her hand on the top of my head when I enclose my mouth around the cum-splattered shaft. I bob my head up and down, bringing a hand up to hold the base.

Sara lets out little moans as she watches me go to work. When the phallus is spotless, we rise as much as we can in this little space and get dressed. Hopping out of the jungle gym, we walk over to our bikes and get on them.

"What about you?" I ask. "I didn't get to fuck you."

"Trust me," Sara replies, "I came plenty.


	11. Chapter 11

Sara's POV

"Are you ready?" I lean against the kitchen counter and pick at my fingernails.

Tegan calls from the bedroom, "Of course I'm ready! This is what we love to do! We have, what, three or four more days and we're back on the road!"

I pick harder at my nails, suddenly nervous. "Do you think we should tell them?"

"Tell who what?" She is rummaging through the room trying to get packed ahead of time. She holds up a silky black shirt with chest pockets, folds it neatly and stuffs it in a suitcase.

I realize I should be doing the same thing so I walk in and grab my own suitcase and start putting in the things I need. "The guys. I think we should tell them that we're. . .a thing. We've been keeping it from them long enough."

Tegan halts what she's doing and sits on her haunches, wide eyed. "Well don't you think they already suspect something? I mean, Linds and Stacy are together now. So that's a red flag that something has happened."

I nod my head and open a drawer. "True. But I think it's time we tell them ourselves."

She shrugs. "Okay. Fine by me."

"Are you sure?" I brush through my bangs with my fingers and twiddle them.

Tegan stands up and comes over to me. She plants her hands on my shoulders and rubs them. Looking me in the eye she says, "Yes. I'm sure. Don't be nervous! They've known us for so long now. They have to suspect our incestual tendencies."

I nod again and plop my head on her shoulder. "Coming out all over again," I remind her and she chuckles.

She wraps her arms around my frame. "It'll be alright. Now calm down. I still owe you that dinner from weeks ago."

I step out of her hold and sit on the bed. "You totally do! Get on that!"

"Yes ma'am," she says, dashing out the room before calling over her shoulder, "Stay right there!"

I pick up a nearby book on the nightstand and begin reading as I hear pots and pans clanging around in the kitchen. I look up briefly when she runs back in to grab something out of her suitcase.

"Forgot something," she says and skitters right back out. I giggle and turn back to my book. Sighing, I really push myself into the bed and curl my toes. Reading really relaxes me.

The sizzling of food in the pans makes my mind wonder what she's cooking me. In no time the smell of garlic and cheese wafts into the room, completely enticing me and making my mouth water. We both have always been really good at cooking.

In what seems like no time at all, my name is being called. I rush into the kitchen and my eyes bug at the sight. Tegan has stripped down completely naked and is standing next to the table with her hands behind her back. Around her neck is a long black leash with studs around the collar.

So that's what she forgot, I think to myself.

I smile and take a seat in front of my steaming plate full of garlic spinach, seasoned baked chicken, buttery pasta noodles and a buttered dinner roll. She also filled up a glass with red wine for me.

"This is so nice of you," I say, continuing to grin. "Please join me." I gesture to the seat across from me and she obliges.

"I just put together a few of your favorite," she says and fills up her own glass of wine.

"Thank you." I reach over and grab the handle of the leash and study it. "This is cute." I bite my lip as the desire creeps through my core.

"Surprise! I bought it awhile ago. Whoa-!" I yank her forward and she falls to the floor on her knees, looking just like a dog. "Wasn't expecting that," she says, rubbing at her neck.

"We can eat later," I growl. I wrap the leash around my wrists slowly. "Crawl," I command and she does. She crosses in front of me so I have a nice, ample view of everything. "Slower." I practically drool with each switch of the hip or bounce of a breast.

"Yes Sara," Tegan replies. She makes her pace smooth and syrupy.

A low moan catches in my throat. I take small strides, my eyes screaming thanks. I follow behind her into the living room. Tegan kneels in front of the coffee table and I take another abrupt yank at the handle.

She gasps and falls forward in front of my feet. "Do what you want with me," she says.

"You know," I say, pulling her up to her feet by the leash, "we really should be packing or practicing or something." I turn her around and her ass makes contact with my lower region through my pants. Reaching around, I slap and pull at her round tits.

She moans deeply. "Yeah. We should be." She grinds her ass against me slowly and I completely lose it at this point.

"Crawl to the bedroom." I shiver with glee when she slinks to the floor on her hands and knees again. When we reach the room, I kick the door closed behind me.

Tegan sits at the foot of the bed obediently and watches as I impatiently rip my clothes off.

I lay on the bed. "Come here," I growl. I squirm, ready, as she climbs on top of me and sticks her tongue out. I take it in my mouth, sucking and swirling it around. "Keep it out," I whisper, placing my hands on either side of her head. I attack it with bites and long licks, moaning as I do so.

She lets little exhales of breath enter between my lips. I slide my hands down her body and lift her up by her ass onto my legs. I release her tongue with a hollow 'pop' sound.

"Just fuck me please," Tegan whines. She rubs our clits together and I hold onto her hips, dropping my head back.

"Tegan?!" We both freeze when there are hard knocks at the front door; our walls are thin. "Tegan open up please! It's Lindsey!"

I stare into Tegan's eyes with mild fear. "Go!" I whisper.

"Okay." Tegan jumps off of me and tugs on a robe and rushes to the door.

"Fuck," I groan, my body writhing.


	12. Chapter 12

Tegan's POV

Adjusting my robe to cover the collar on my neck, I unlock the door to an emotion-ridden Lindsey. Her face is wet from her tears, hair clinging to it. Her arms are crossed loosely and she's chewing on her bottom lip.

"Lindsey, what's wrong," I ask, ushering her inside.

"I miss you!" she blurts. "I miss us and how things were. We talk but not enough!" She takes a breath, calming herself. "You are the very first woman I fell in love with. I've had all men before you and you're the one who showed me what love and chemistry is really like."

I shift my weight uncomfortably, the throbbing that was in my clit slowly dying out. "I don't know what to tell you," I mutter to the floor.

"Didn't I mean anything? Weren't we something for those five fucking years?" She wipes angrily at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Of course you did! What happened to Stacy?"

Lindsey swallows and shakes her head. "She's beautiful. Gorgeous. But she's not you. She's not the one I fell in deep love and adoration with. We're not together anymore."

"Since when?!" I ask a bit too shrilly.

"Since when does it matter?" she counters. "You've kept you and your sister under wraps for who knows how long and you get mad at me for not telling you that I broke up with Sara's ex? Excuse me but I think that my news isn't as shocking as yours."

I set my jaw, look directly in her face and narrow my eyes. "Look," I say sternly. "I love you. So much. But Sara is my life. I don't care how 'shocking' that may be. We're linked for life. That can't be changed."

Lindsey is silent for a minute, not meeting my eyes. She slowly walks forward and puts her head on my shoulder, body trembling. "Please," she whispers, "please come back."

I kiss her forehead and wrap my arms around her. She relaxes into me. "I'm sorry," I say, "but I can't."

Lindsey sighs. Her hands slowly approach the knot in my robe. Taking one piece in her hand, she gently pulls, unraveling the whole thing. "If you won't come back to me," she says softly, "then can we fuck one last time?"

I gently push her off of me, my robe opening a bit to expose the leash.

"What is that?" Lindsey asks, pointing to the collar. "Why are you wearing  
that?"

"Um. . .I. . ." I lick my dry lips. "Just experimenting."

Lindsey nods. "I'm outta here."

"Lindsey wait!" a voice calls. We both turn around to see Sara standing in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the woodwork. Her body is completely bare.

"Sara!" I whisper sternly.

"No no, Tegan. It's okay," she replies. "How about we just let Lindsey join us?"

I look to Lindsey who's cheeks are flushed. "I. . ." she stammers.

Sara walks forward, extending out her hand. "It's alright Lindsey," she purrs.

"It is?!" I whisper when she walks by but she shushes me.

"I've secretly always imagined what you'd be like in bed," Sara continues, now in front of Lindsey and closing a hand over her wrist.

Lindsey makes no move to escape. She seems transfixed by my sister and her body seeing as she keeps raking it over with her eyes. Sara tugs softly on her wrist. Lindsey reluctantly follows behind in the bedroom.

I stare after the scene that just went down, mouth agape. 


	13. Chapter 13

Sara's POV

I'm a bit surprised that Tegan's ex is actually following behind me right now to the bedroom. She looks very unsure but she is willing. I like that.

"Join us," I repeat in Lindsey's ear, stopping in the center of the room. Tegan stands in the doorway, completely shocked, mouth open.

I place my hands on either side of Lindsey's red, wet face. "Just breathe, okay?" I drop my palms to the hem of her shirt and slowly lift it up and over her head. I'm nicely surprised at the sight before me.

Lindsey's breasts are bigger than I imagined underneath all of that fabric! She's wearing a black and red push up and every shivering breath she takes, those beauts bounce ever so slightly.

I trace the lining of the bra with my finger tips. Ever so slowly, I lean in and tilt my head. Lindsey doesn't recoil so my lips plant firmly on hers. I initiate the kiss deeper, smiling as she lets my tongue violate her mouth.

Still feeling Tegan's presence, I beckon her towards me without opening my eyes or breaking this intensifying kiss. I hear the floor creak a bit as she walks over, planting her hand on my arm and giving it a gentle tug.

I break away from Lindsey and crash my lips on my sister's. Knowing how she likes it, I suck on her tongue and bite her lips. Tegan wraps her arms around my neck and moans, bringing her body closer.

I take a peek over at Lindsey. She's standing awkwardly off to the side, her cheeks reddening. I encourage her over to us. She shuffles shyly and Tegan pulls away from me, consumes her ex, and sweeps her up in a viscous tongue battle.

I unzip Lindsey's pants while she and Tegan try to rekindle what they had through their lips and shared breath. I take in her ample ass, her cheeks barely covered by the boy shorts she's wearing. I take her soft skin in my hands and squeeze, a moan trying to force it's way through my lips.

Lindsey gasps in Tegan's mouth. "Oh," she whispers when I play with her from behind, my fingers rubbing firmly against the fabric.

I clear my throat and stand up. "Tegan," I say boldly, "strip Lindsey." I sit on the bed and watch the two stand in front of each other, staring into each other.

Tegan reaches out a hand and hooks her fingers in the waistband of Lindsey's panties. She takes a step closer and inches them down slowly. Oh she knows what I like. Every movement she makes is as if it were syrup. Smooth and slow. And later on we'll all get sticky.

Lindsey steps out of her underwear, a beautiful patch of manicured, dark brown hair is revealed. I knew she wasn't completely shaven. I push my thighs together, fighting the strong urge to slide my fingers across my dripping sex.

Tegan reaches behind and slowly unhooks the bra with one hand, keeping the other rested on Lindsey's collarbone. The push up dangles from Tegan's hand before it slumps to the floor with the other pieces of clothes. Lindsey's breasts bounce. Fuck, they're so nice.

"Lindsey, take off Tegan's robe and bring her leash to me," I command.

Lindsey nods slightly and pushes the robe from my sister's shoulders. With a hesitant hand, she grabs the handle of the leash and walks it toward me.

I bring her in for a long kiss in thanks. "Crawl, baby," I coo. I shiver with glee at the sight of Tegan getting on her hands and knees, approaching me seductively. All the worry has drained from her face and has been replaced with straight up desire. Sex.

My eyes dart to Lindsey. She's standing awkwardly off to the side but she's very intrigued, she too rubbing her thighs together.

Tegan finally gets up to me, eye level with my cunt. I nod at her, running my hand though her hair. "You know what to do, Tee." I smile when she comes a bit closer to completely immerse herself into me. I widen my legs, inviting her mouth all the way in.

I look at Lindsey and she's watching Tegan through half-closed lids, biting her lip. "Come 'ere," I beckon her with my finger. I lean back when she approaches uncertainly. "Eat out your ex," I say, toying with a smile. "Since you wanted to so badly."

Lindsey smiles a bit and kneels behind Tegan, wasting no time in closing her lips around her.

Tegan moans deeply into me, causing me to cry out myself. I tangle my fingers in her curly, unkempt bangs and pull. She starts rocking a little, hinting that Lindsey is pumping the hell out of her.

I take a peek around Tegan at Lindsey. I'm turned on even more when I see her playing with herself as she fucks my sister.

I look into Tegan's eyes, biting my bottom lip, my eyebrows furrowing. I feel it coming. Tegan keeps her hot mouth on me, her tongue flicking at me firmly.

"Shit," I mutter through shaky breath. I arch my body into her wet mouth. "God. . .Oh fuck!" I pause while my orgasm takes over me. It rushes through my entire system making my frame quake from its power.

I let go of Tegan so I can catch my breath and watch as she's on the track to cum right after me. She leans forward and rests her head on the carpet, presumably watching Lindsey work.

I grab up the leash and yank her head up. "Look at me," I growl before shoving my tongue between her lips. We battle hard while we listen to the mouth watering sound of Tegan getting eaten.

"Shit!" she breathes after she pulls away. Her orgasm bursts through and she's wailing and gasping. Riding Lindsey's face, she relaxes against the floor, trying to get her bearings.

I make eye contact with Lindsey and motion at her with my finger. I step into my harness and buckle myself up. "Knees," I say.

"Yes ma'am," Lindsey replies. She drops to the floor and I twist her hair in my hand and push her mouth on the phallus. Her head bobs up and down.

"I'm surprised by your skill," I say.

She pulls away. "I used to be straight remember?"

I nod. "Fair enough." I watch as she expertly flits her tongue over the tip. "Turn around," I growl, making her choke on it one last time. I grab onto her one hip and push into her. With my other hand I wrap up the leash in my arm and pull.

Tegan chokes and flies toward me. I love that sound of her losing breath. "Sit back and play with yourself. Give me a show."

"Yes Sara. Fuck I love when you get like this." She sits back and opens her legs wide, her wet pink cunt so inviting.

I ram into Lindsey and she's screaming our for more. I reach forward and play with her clit, pinching it in my fingers.

Tegan inserts two fingers and curls them in herself. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she licks her palm and rubs it on her button slowly, widening her legs for a better view.

I throw my head back. "Fuuuuck," I groan. My adrenaline is racing. I wiggle Lindsey's clit around, slap at it a little. She is so wet, I'm sliding in and out with ease. Her thick, milky cum pours from her and creates a fresh coating down her inner thighs.

Dear god the sight of that made me cum myself. I tighten my hold on the leash and on the hip. I rest my forehead on Lindsey's back and let my orgasm carry me away.

I pull the leash and Tegan crawls to me. Pulling out of Lindsey, I bend down and lick at her juices. Her twat is pumping out cum faster than anything I've ever seen. I suck at her opening, gathering it all in my mouth.

I gesture for both of them to kiss me simultaneously. They lean in and part their lips as I grab the back of their heads. I spit the cum in their waiting mouths, incorporating my tongue as well. We all just moan and gasp.

When I finish the swap, I lift Tegan up and on my strap on. She rides me deep just as Lindsey comes around to lick at my nipples.

"It's okay," I say. "You can bite them." And she does. I breathe sharply. "Sit on me," I demand. I smile widely when she comes forward and rests her gorgeous, wet pussy on my face. She and Tegan swap spit while I eat and while Tegan rides really hard.

My back rubs against the carpet with each hump. I spread Lindsey's smooth lips apart with my forefingers and insert my tongue. She gasps in Tegan's mouth and reaches behind to hold my head there. We're all one big jumble and we've all managed to cum in sync. So when we get our big moment, screams, moans, gasps and chains of curses fill up the entire room.

When they hop off of me, I remove the strap on and toss it aside. "Was that okay?" I ask.

Lindsey is breathing hard, sitting on her haunches. "Oh that was more than okay."

I nod. "But I think you understand why this can't happen again."

Tegan nods. "It was fun but. . .interferences will not help at this point in our relationship."

Lindsey nods. She looks hurt. She stands up and tugs on her clothes. "Well thank you for inviting me in. At least I got to fuck like I wanted."

I yank Tegan to her feet by the leash. "We'll walk you out." I drag Tegan along slowly, feeling a wetness begin to pool again at the sound of the chain and her short trying breaths.

"It was good seeing you, Linds," Tegan says with a wide smile. "Maybe next time we can hang out normally."

Lindsey grins. "Yeah. I'd like that." She looks at me. "Thanks for making me shake like that. That was nice."

I smile back and nod. "We'll see you soon."

She nods. "You will." She gives us final hugs, waves goodbye and steps out the door.

I shut it and slump behind it. "You know, I didn't really get much attention."

Tegan chuckles. "I'll get the candles."

"I'll get the whip!" We dash around the apartment giggling.


	14. Chapter 14

Tegan's POV

Touring time has started and it's time to pack up and make our way over to Europe, touching base first at London. Sara and I straighten up the house so that when we return we're not overwhelmed alongside our jet lag.

"So glad we already packed," I say. "Now we can just go." I lay on the couch with my legs crossed over top of my twin's. She's reading a book a fan had given her at a past show.

She flips a page. "Yup." The book is held up high, covering her face.

I pick at my nails. "Do you wanna do anything before we have to catch our flight? We'll be gone awhile." I hold up my hand and study it.

Sara dog ears the page she's on and sets it aside on the coffee table. "I do actually. Get up. Put on your shoes."

We arise simultaneously. I notice that she's wringing her hands and she's shaking a bit.

"What's the matter?"

"Hmm?" She steps into her green Miu Miu shoes and places on some sunglasses.

"What's wrong?" I repeat. "You're shaking."

"Flight jitters, that's all," she says dismissively. "Are you ready? We'll be back before we have to get to the airport so just leave everything here." She pats at her jeans quickly.

"Let's go then." I step over the threshold and lock the door behind me. We walk to a park that has many memories for us. We would come here as kids and it's where I broke my arm one time out of four from falling off of a swing.

We sit on a bench underneath an elaborate and beautiful tree. The sun is shining hella brightly and there are kids running all around, giggling and chasing each other.

"Nice place," I breathe. "Very peaceful."

"Yeah. I just wanted to come here before we left." Sara looks off into the distance, coughs and looks back at me. "I love you. So much."

"I love you, too," I respond with a smile. I bring up a hand and brush her bangs away and tuck them behind her ear. She tilts her head into my palm.

"I know." She sniffs. She turns her body so she's completely facing me. "And I wouldn't wanna spend the rest of my life with anyone else. Because you are my other half. You really are and I don't know what I would do without you."

I smile and kiss her hand. "That's so sweet. I feel the same way."

She takes a breath. "That being said." She drops down on one knee in front of me. My face flushes and I look around for any hidden cameras.

"What are you looking for?" she giggles. She raises her sunglasses.

I look into her eyes, her beautiful hazel eyes. The sunlight is making them sparkle and dance right before me. "What're you doing?"

"I've known you my whole life, Tee. So it's only right if you remain in the rest of it." She reaches into her jeans pocket and pulls out a smooth red case.

"No," I say, tearing up.

"Tegan Rain Quin," Sara says confidently. "Will you marry me?" She opens the case and my eyes pop. A huge, HUGE silver rock is nestled so nicely in its velvet bedding. It elicits light blue sparkles.

"Sara!" I gasp. "How did you. . . where did you get the money? This looks like it costs our mortgage!"

"Doesn't matter, what matters now is your answer."

I frown. "I don't know, Sar," I say. I shake my head slowly. "This just doesn't feel right." I eye the ring.

Sara's shoulders slump. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Of course I am! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" I kneel down to where she is and kiss her. I kiss the living shit out of her. I kiss her until I feel all of the energy transfer from my body to hers. I kiss her until the world stops spinning. I kiss her until the tears have soaked both of us.

"You scared me for a minute," she says when we finally unlatch. "I believe this is yours." She slides the ring on my finger.

"No fucking way." I hold my hand up and study it in the light. "No fucking way."

"Fucking way," Sara smiles when the people around us cheer and clap, not realizing we're sisters. She kisses me again, rises to her feet and holds out a hand to help me up. "Now let's go. We need our flight."

*3 Hours Later*

"How does it feel to be engaged?" Sara asks as we load our luggage in the overhead compartment. Somehow we managed to afford first class.

I beam at her. "Shit, it feels good."

She smiles back. "Good," she says and plants her lips on mine. She looks into my eyes, a film of lust glazes over in hers. "I think we should celebrate," she whispers. She slides her tongue up my neck.

I look around. Everyone is seated either reading, on computers or listening to music. No one is paying us any mind.

"Excuse me, ladies." A very beautiful and curvaceous flight attendant with curly red hair and bright green eyes comes up behind us. "You need to take a seat. The pilot is about to make an announcement."

Sara turns around. "I was just going to head to the bathroom. I'm having a problem with my underwire and I need this one," she points to me, "to help me remove it. Is that okay?"

The flight attendant, Patty, seems mesmerized by Sara and she even steps back a bit. "Sure. Of course. But please hurry back to your seats." My sister's beauty can catch anyone.

"Thank you, Patty," Sara says, letting every word drip from her tongue. She grabs my wrist and pulls me through the aisles into the bigger but still very cramped bathroom. There's a mirror with lights down the sides and the sink is a perfectly polished silver.

Sara heaves me up on the sink and locks the door behind her. "Hello, fiancée," she smiles.

"Hey," I giggle. I tilt my pelvis upward as she jams her hand down my pants. My back is pressed up against the cool glass.

"Take these off," I growl. I tug at the waistband of my jeans and Sara pulls from the bottom. She lets them drop to the floor. I widen my legs and she rubs her palm up against my sensitive spot through the dampening fabric.

"There?" she asks knowingly.

"Mmhmm," I respond, letting my head fall back. "Fuck me."

Sara swirls her fingers around me and pinches. I grasp onto her shoulders. "We gotta make this a quickie," she says. "Can't be too obvious." She pounds her fingers in me, stepping closer so that her chest is against my stomach.

I unbutton her pants and dip my hand in as well. She's pooling up quickly. I rub her in large, fast circles.

"Fuck," she whispers, spreading her stance. She really uses her wrist to plow into me and it feels so damn good. This is probably the fastest she's ever made me cum because I'm gasping and gripping onto her in no time. My body erupts in ripples of trembles and I jolt when she strokes at my clit.

I hop down from the sink and get down in front of her. I inch her pants down just enough to expose her wet, throbbing cunt. I stick my face in her at once.

"Ooh,"she moans. She leans forward a bit and rests her knee on the counter, really allowing my tongue to go deeper. "C'mon, Tee," she whispers, riding my face and holding my hair.

I flatten my tongue as she continues to fuck my face. She tastes so heavenly that I don't want to stop. I place my hands on her ass and pull her in even closer, shaking my head as I nibble on her clit.

That final little bite is what does it. She bites hard at her knuckles as her bucking slows down. "Shit," she smiles.

I kiss her deeply, my tongue literally sliding along the back of hers, ridiculously close to her uvula, nearly making her gag.

I tug back on my pants and we check each other for any cum marks. Sara clears her throat and walks out first. No one is paying us any mind. I sigh with relief.

We walk by Patty. She's pushing the cart of food and drinks.

"Got it," Sara smiles at her.

"Good," Patty says, returning her smile.

I believe I saw her internally swoon.


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