Fic: Quincest: Part 3
Title: Quincest (Part Three, Travelling)
Pairing: Sara Quin/Tegan Quin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 925
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: It's the morning after and Tegan and Sara have to go take care of more business.
Disclaimer: This is all from my imagination. I do not own Tegan or Sara.
Quincest #3
Traveling
Waking up in the arms of a still sleeping Tegan, Sara sat up and walked to the bathroom. Glancing behind her swiftly, she saw that Tegan had started to wrap all the bed sheets that were in her reach to her torso. A fine smirk exploded on Sara’s face. Only until now, was when she realized that she had slept with all her clothes on. It was probably because she was still not comfortable with her naked body in front of her sister’s. Thinking about being nude reminded her that she needed to take a shower.
The sound of cool, loud water awoke Tegan from a strange, raunchy dream. Realizing that she was still clothed, she thought that it would be a good idea to accompany her sister in the shower. That way, they could both enjoy the exposed bodies of one another. Stepping in the shiny, colorless bathroom, Tegan felt instantly heated. A fine pleasing shape danced in water right beneath her eyes.
Sara gasped and speedily tried to cover her breasts and cherry with her slippery arms. Tegan responded with a cackle of entertaining. Finally, Tegan decided to strip for her sister. Sexily unbuttoning her checkered blouse, unleashing a steamy pair of perky tits. Her jaw dropping, she licked her lips lustfully and made a come-here motion with some fingers. Squeezing out of her tight garments, she jumped her womanly formation into the watery rainfall that was a shower.
With the slimy soap in hand, Tegan started at Sara’s voluminous breasts. Making circles around them then dotting them with studs of soap at her sturdy nipples. This motion made Sara wet, and groan with a small pleasure. Although, this was not what she wanted to do, she wanted to pleasure her sister’s well-designed frame. Tugging the soap out of Tegan’s her firm hands; she twisted and turned the smooth brick down to her bellybutton. Snaking her way down the lofty, smoky legs and making sandals with a white, pearly trail.
Tegan almost slipped and fell; Sara’s movements were too clever. Now, it was time for the shampoo. They both spread the silky liquid in their hands and rubbed them together like they were brewing an evil plan. With shampoo-filled hands, Tegan shot her hands directly in front of her, fondling Sara’s boobs and leaving ridiculous hand prints. Turning her around, Tegan stroked her scrawny hair. Sticking her fingers through tangles and massaging her scalp, she managed to get all the soap out of her hands.
Now it was Sara’s turn, she turned Tegan around like a ballerina. Firstly, she copied her sister and rubbed all the way through her shiny dripping locks. She ruffled and played with certain strands. Then, with the back of her malleable hands, she embraced her back. Spotless skin made her jealous. Massaging and twisting at certain parts of her skin, Tegan seemed to enjoy it, responding with groans and grunts of happiness.
Rinsing off, the sisters smiled at each other. Searching for a towel, all they could find was a colossal pallid one that was hanging over the edge of the bar. Wrapping themselves in the giant towel, they twirled and twisted like worms, laughing. They ended up making up with a feisty make-out session that lasted several minutes. Sara ran over to the blow dryer faster than anyone could imagine; leaving Tegan’s body to fidget in the cold. Fighting over the blow dryer, they blasted each other in the face with strong currents of air, making snorts and chuckles of little kids.
Hearing the annoying alarm clock in the other room, they sprinted to locate and pull on their simple clothes. Every now and then the twins would find each other in the same position, and raced to finish first. They were tripping and stumbling everywhere. Quite a mess these two made. Both at the door at the same time, they looked each other over. Sara leaned in and gave Tegan a quick peck on the cheek. “You look good” She blurted out before chasing her out the door.
Racing towards the two large tour buses, the twins saw that the rest of the crew was already there waiting in a huddle. The swift breeze was frigid and everyone was wearing oversize puffy coats which made them look like marshmallows. With crossed arms and pale faces, they did not look too amused. Tegan laughed uncontrollably at their humorous expressions. They stuffed their immense suitcases in the cargo space and hopped on hurriedly.
Settling themselves close to each other on the sofas, Tegan and Sara cuddled, but not too closely. They didn’t want anyone to know about their little secret. Sara thought that some of them already knew because of all the moaning that they had made throughout the past few days. The engine sputtered, growled and began rolling efficiently on the cement towards their next destination. Both of them knew that it would be a long journey, several hours stuck in an extended bus with only the two of them. With Tegan’s tough tattooed arm wrapped around her brawny shoulders, Sara felt safe and warm, reading her intriguing novel.
After some time Sara felt Tegan’s head lazily slump on her secure shoulder. Looking over, Sara saw her eyelids passionately closed. She cautiously raised her hand and located it on her twin’s bumpy chest, feeling the dawdling, sleeping heartbeat. Screeching to a stop, Sara guessed that they had come to their precise location. Poking Tegan annoyingly on the arm, she attempted to wake her up.
Pairing: Sara Quin/Tegan Quin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 925
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: It's the morning after and Tegan and Sara have to go take care of more business.
Disclaimer: This is all from my imagination. I do not own Tegan or Sara.
Quincest #3
Traveling
Waking up in the arms of a still sleeping Tegan, Sara sat up and walked to the bathroom. Glancing behind her swiftly, she saw that Tegan had started to wrap all the bed sheets that were in her reach to her torso. A fine smirk exploded on Sara’s face. Only until now, was when she realized that she had slept with all her clothes on. It was probably because she was still not comfortable with her naked body in front of her sister’s. Thinking about being nude reminded her that she needed to take a shower.
The sound of cool, loud water awoke Tegan from a strange, raunchy dream. Realizing that she was still clothed, she thought that it would be a good idea to accompany her sister in the shower. That way, they could both enjoy the exposed bodies of one another. Stepping in the shiny, colorless bathroom, Tegan felt instantly heated. A fine pleasing shape danced in water right beneath her eyes.
Sara gasped and speedily tried to cover her breasts and cherry with her slippery arms. Tegan responded with a cackle of entertaining. Finally, Tegan decided to strip for her sister. Sexily unbuttoning her checkered blouse, unleashing a steamy pair of perky tits. Her jaw dropping, she licked her lips lustfully and made a come-here motion with some fingers. Squeezing out of her tight garments, she jumped her womanly formation into the watery rainfall that was a shower.
With the slimy soap in hand, Tegan started at Sara’s voluminous breasts. Making circles around them then dotting them with studs of soap at her sturdy nipples. This motion made Sara wet, and groan with a small pleasure. Although, this was not what she wanted to do, she wanted to pleasure her sister’s well-designed frame. Tugging the soap out of Tegan’s her firm hands; she twisted and turned the smooth brick down to her bellybutton. Snaking her way down the lofty, smoky legs and making sandals with a white, pearly trail.
Tegan almost slipped and fell; Sara’s movements were too clever. Now, it was time for the shampoo. They both spread the silky liquid in their hands and rubbed them together like they were brewing an evil plan. With shampoo-filled hands, Tegan shot her hands directly in front of her, fondling Sara’s boobs and leaving ridiculous hand prints. Turning her around, Tegan stroked her scrawny hair. Sticking her fingers through tangles and massaging her scalp, she managed to get all the soap out of her hands.
Now it was Sara’s turn, she turned Tegan around like a ballerina. Firstly, she copied her sister and rubbed all the way through her shiny dripping locks. She ruffled and played with certain strands. Then, with the back of her malleable hands, she embraced her back. Spotless skin made her jealous. Massaging and twisting at certain parts of her skin, Tegan seemed to enjoy it, responding with groans and grunts of happiness.
Rinsing off, the sisters smiled at each other. Searching for a towel, all they could find was a colossal pallid one that was hanging over the edge of the bar. Wrapping themselves in the giant towel, they twirled and twisted like worms, laughing. They ended up making up with a feisty make-out session that lasted several minutes. Sara ran over to the blow dryer faster than anyone could imagine; leaving Tegan’s body to fidget in the cold. Fighting over the blow dryer, they blasted each other in the face with strong currents of air, making snorts and chuckles of little kids.
Hearing the annoying alarm clock in the other room, they sprinted to locate and pull on their simple clothes. Every now and then the twins would find each other in the same position, and raced to finish first. They were tripping and stumbling everywhere. Quite a mess these two made. Both at the door at the same time, they looked each other over. Sara leaned in and gave Tegan a quick peck on the cheek. “You look good” She blurted out before chasing her out the door.
Racing towards the two large tour buses, the twins saw that the rest of the crew was already there waiting in a huddle. The swift breeze was frigid and everyone was wearing oversize puffy coats which made them look like marshmallows. With crossed arms and pale faces, they did not look too amused. Tegan laughed uncontrollably at their humorous expressions. They stuffed their immense suitcases in the cargo space and hopped on hurriedly.
Settling themselves close to each other on the sofas, Tegan and Sara cuddled, but not too closely. They didn’t want anyone to know about their little secret. Sara thought that some of them already knew because of all the moaning that they had made throughout the past few days. The engine sputtered, growled and began rolling efficiently on the cement towards their next destination. Both of them knew that it would be a long journey, several hours stuck in an extended bus with only the two of them. With Tegan’s tough tattooed arm wrapped around her brawny shoulders, Sara felt safe and warm, reading her intriguing novel.
After some time Sara felt Tegan’s head lazily slump on her secure shoulder. Looking over, Sara saw her eyelids passionately closed. She cautiously raised her hand and located it on her twin’s bumpy chest, feeling the dawdling, sleeping heartbeat. Screeching to a stop, Sara guessed that they had come to their precise location. Poking Tegan annoyingly on the arm, she attempted to wake her up.