Fic: Quincest: Part 1
Title: Quincest (Part One, Sara's Secrets)
Pairing: Sara Quin/Tegan Quin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,157
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: Sara confesses to Tegan about her feelings and the crazy lovemaking starts.
Disclaimer: This is all from my imagination. I do not own Tegan or Sara. (and I know my plot is so jumbled and goes fast.)
Quincest #1
Sara’s Secrets
Backstage, there was a cluster of emotions and people walking everywhere. From behind the giant curtain there came two sweaty, lean women who had just finished a concert. With a huge grin, Tegan patted a tired looking Sara proudly on her back. She groaned, flicked a quick glance at Tegan and walked away to put her guitar down near all the other piled equipment. Tegan suddenly felt a bit rejected, so she just went and talked with the other groups of people surrounding her until the time was over.
In the dressing room, there was a memorable smell of cereal and coal. Tegan walked in and saw Sara sadly slumped in a chair right in front of the mirror. Closing the door behind her, she shyly asked, “Sasa, what’s wrong?” Hearing that familiar nickname, Sara glanced upwards towards Tegan’s glowing face, with an anxious expression on her face, she replied, “Tegan, I think I need to confess something that might be a bit shocking for you.” The tall lady nodded, pulled up the chair in front of her, sat down and exclaimed, “Well, I’m all ears.”
Her jaw line was popping out, her eyes were glistening, her strong hands were on her knees and she was listening. Sara stared Tegan into her deep, gleaming eyes. Suddenly, her cheeks became flushed and her movements were flustered. She whispered, “Teetee”, taking a long pause to breathe, she continued, “I… I think I might… love you.” Saying this with closed eyes, she now opened her beady eyes and looked her accepting sister directly into her eyes, waiting for a reaction.
“What?!” Her surprised voice was itchy and growly. Tegan’s furrowed brows raised weakly. Sara was anxious, so she tried her best to explain. “Tegan, I know you might not understand this, it’s probably really hard for you. But let me explain. At every interview and every time we perform, I am so tempted to kiss you and to hold you. It’s just that, I find you the most appealing when you’re singing and talking. I try so badly to hold it in and I always look… frustrated, because I know that I can’t have you. I love it when you sing, it’s so… endearing. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a girlfriend for a long time.” Sara’s mind was racing wildly trying to find more words to say, but before she could speak another word, a lengthy, tattooed arm raced towards the nape of her neck. A wet kiss plummeted down on her soft, speechless lips. Greasy sticks of fingers tangled through her limber hair. Her hands floating off, she gasped and backed away from the forward kiss.
Tegan gazed around the room suspiciously. She had no idea what she had just done. Leaning her damp elbow on the armrest of the chair, she began to nervously bite her nails. Sara was looking down at her sweaty palms in awe and disappointment. She wanted more, but was too shy to ask. Dropping her elbow abruptly, Tegan whimpered something under her uneasy breaths, “I have those same feeling, Sasa.” Looking up at her sister, Sara got her bow-like body off of the comfy chair and approached Tegan gently. Moving her skinny legs cautiously under the armrests of Tegan’s chair, she attempted to sit on her lap facing her.
Their jeans tied together and touching, their eyes met instantly. They had a sudden moment of bonding, like they knew each other so well. Grasping Tegan’s wide, bony jaw with both hands, Sara leaned her whole body inwards and pressed a serious smirk in between the tight, firm petal-coloured lips of her sister. Reaching down towards her uptight rump, Tegan squeezed and massaged her cheeks with both hands. Then, cradling them stiffly, she picked Sara up. The expression on her face raised and became shocked. Walking her around the room, Tegan rapidly slammed the gentle body against the door.
Sara started to anxiously nibble on the wet skin that was Tegan’s neck. Sucking popping veins and gently biting the beginning of the tender arch, Sara felt this was fun. She took her right hand and gently caressed the curves of her clavicles. Planting a peck at her pointed shoulders and then swerving her elegant nose to graze the smell of seashells and sweat. Skimming away at her neck with her cheekbone, she reached up and teased Tegan’s loose earlobe.
Tegan’s moans were slightly echoing throughout the tight, little room. “You’re such a tease”, she whimpered, but the easing pleasure that Sara was giving her didn’t stop her to make a move. Squishing her body against her sister’s, she used her stomach area to hold up her body. Now, with both hands free, she struggled with Sara’s solid jeans, but she managed to slide her feminine hand down into the depths. Tegan had never felt so much pleasure in one day.
Plunging her wet fingers up and down, in and out of her warm lover, Tegan could feel Sara grasping her spiny shoulders tightly. She was trembling, that must be a sign that she touched something right. Slowly, Tegan started to move her fingers in a circular motion, making more satisfaction. Wriggling and struggling, Sara finally let out a huge sigh, she was finished. Tegan unglued her sticky body from the door and underneath Sara’s shape, letting her legs slide off her backside and remain steady on the floor. They stopped dead in their tracks and Sara let out a dry, coughing sentence, “Tegan, I’ve never felt so much pleasure like that, from anyone… thank you.”
Without hesitance, Tegan dove towards Sara’s neckline with her soaked tongue. She made an arch with her tongue and flicked it when she reached her chin. A pleasurable whine escaped Sara’s pursed lips. Wiggling her hands out of her pants and underneath her twin’s buttoned cardigan, Tegan felt two wonderful bumps underneath her scrawny hands. Feeling her hard nipples in-between her fingers, Tegan started to stroke the boobs thoughtfully. Sliding the back of her hands off Tegan’s shoulders, Sara found her sister’s shapes and curves. Her hips replied to her, so she let her cupped hands nest there.
Exploring their own, different bodies, the twins shared an obsessive, tongue-twisting smooch. Their lips locked and stuck together. Tegan was a risk-taker, shoving her saucy tongue down Sara’s cavernous throat. They released their zealous grazing and grinding. Arms were flailing and they embraced themselves in hugs and swarmed each other in salutations with their mushy lips.
Suddenly, the door behind them opened abruptly and Sara tumbled backwards. A woman stood in sudden shock, starting to stutter. Tegan blurted out quickly to save them both, “We, we were just fighting, it’s no biggie.” Raising her arm to wipe the saliva dripping from her mouth, she then proceeded to help Sara up with both arms. Sara, with an astonished look on her apologetic face, scurried out the room.
Pairing: Sara Quin/Tegan Quin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,157
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: Sara confesses to Tegan about her feelings and the crazy lovemaking starts.
Disclaimer: This is all from my imagination. I do not own Tegan or Sara. (and I know my plot is so jumbled and goes fast.)
Quincest #1
Sara’s Secrets
Backstage, there was a cluster of emotions and people walking everywhere. From behind the giant curtain there came two sweaty, lean women who had just finished a concert. With a huge grin, Tegan patted a tired looking Sara proudly on her back. She groaned, flicked a quick glance at Tegan and walked away to put her guitar down near all the other piled equipment. Tegan suddenly felt a bit rejected, so she just went and talked with the other groups of people surrounding her until the time was over.
In the dressing room, there was a memorable smell of cereal and coal. Tegan walked in and saw Sara sadly slumped in a chair right in front of the mirror. Closing the door behind her, she shyly asked, “Sasa, what’s wrong?” Hearing that familiar nickname, Sara glanced upwards towards Tegan’s glowing face, with an anxious expression on her face, she replied, “Tegan, I think I need to confess something that might be a bit shocking for you.” The tall lady nodded, pulled up the chair in front of her, sat down and exclaimed, “Well, I’m all ears.”
Her jaw line was popping out, her eyes were glistening, her strong hands were on her knees and she was listening. Sara stared Tegan into her deep, gleaming eyes. Suddenly, her cheeks became flushed and her movements were flustered. She whispered, “Teetee”, taking a long pause to breathe, she continued, “I… I think I might… love you.” Saying this with closed eyes, she now opened her beady eyes and looked her accepting sister directly into her eyes, waiting for a reaction.
“What?!” Her surprised voice was itchy and growly. Tegan’s furrowed brows raised weakly. Sara was anxious, so she tried her best to explain. “Tegan, I know you might not understand this, it’s probably really hard for you. But let me explain. At every interview and every time we perform, I am so tempted to kiss you and to hold you. It’s just that, I find you the most appealing when you’re singing and talking. I try so badly to hold it in and I always look… frustrated, because I know that I can’t have you. I love it when you sing, it’s so… endearing. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a girlfriend for a long time.” Sara’s mind was racing wildly trying to find more words to say, but before she could speak another word, a lengthy, tattooed arm raced towards the nape of her neck. A wet kiss plummeted down on her soft, speechless lips. Greasy sticks of fingers tangled through her limber hair. Her hands floating off, she gasped and backed away from the forward kiss.
Tegan gazed around the room suspiciously. She had no idea what she had just done. Leaning her damp elbow on the armrest of the chair, she began to nervously bite her nails. Sara was looking down at her sweaty palms in awe and disappointment. She wanted more, but was too shy to ask. Dropping her elbow abruptly, Tegan whimpered something under her uneasy breaths, “I have those same feeling, Sasa.” Looking up at her sister, Sara got her bow-like body off of the comfy chair and approached Tegan gently. Moving her skinny legs cautiously under the armrests of Tegan’s chair, she attempted to sit on her lap facing her.
Their jeans tied together and touching, their eyes met instantly. They had a sudden moment of bonding, like they knew each other so well. Grasping Tegan’s wide, bony jaw with both hands, Sara leaned her whole body inwards and pressed a serious smirk in between the tight, firm petal-coloured lips of her sister. Reaching down towards her uptight rump, Tegan squeezed and massaged her cheeks with both hands. Then, cradling them stiffly, she picked Sara up. The expression on her face raised and became shocked. Walking her around the room, Tegan rapidly slammed the gentle body against the door.
Sara started to anxiously nibble on the wet skin that was Tegan’s neck. Sucking popping veins and gently biting the beginning of the tender arch, Sara felt this was fun. She took her right hand and gently caressed the curves of her clavicles. Planting a peck at her pointed shoulders and then swerving her elegant nose to graze the smell of seashells and sweat. Skimming away at her neck with her cheekbone, she reached up and teased Tegan’s loose earlobe.
Tegan’s moans were slightly echoing throughout the tight, little room. “You’re such a tease”, she whimpered, but the easing pleasure that Sara was giving her didn’t stop her to make a move. Squishing her body against her sister’s, she used her stomach area to hold up her body. Now, with both hands free, she struggled with Sara’s solid jeans, but she managed to slide her feminine hand down into the depths. Tegan had never felt so much pleasure in one day.
Plunging her wet fingers up and down, in and out of her warm lover, Tegan could feel Sara grasping her spiny shoulders tightly. She was trembling, that must be a sign that she touched something right. Slowly, Tegan started to move her fingers in a circular motion, making more satisfaction. Wriggling and struggling, Sara finally let out a huge sigh, she was finished. Tegan unglued her sticky body from the door and underneath Sara’s shape, letting her legs slide off her backside and remain steady on the floor. They stopped dead in their tracks and Sara let out a dry, coughing sentence, “Tegan, I’ve never felt so much pleasure like that, from anyone… thank you.”
Without hesitance, Tegan dove towards Sara’s neckline with her soaked tongue. She made an arch with her tongue and flicked it when she reached her chin. A pleasurable whine escaped Sara’s pursed lips. Wiggling her hands out of her pants and underneath her twin’s buttoned cardigan, Tegan felt two wonderful bumps underneath her scrawny hands. Feeling her hard nipples in-between her fingers, Tegan started to stroke the boobs thoughtfully. Sliding the back of her hands off Tegan’s shoulders, Sara found her sister’s shapes and curves. Her hips replied to her, so she let her cupped hands nest there.
Exploring their own, different bodies, the twins shared an obsessive, tongue-twisting smooch. Their lips locked and stuck together. Tegan was a risk-taker, shoving her saucy tongue down Sara’s cavernous throat. They released their zealous grazing and grinding. Arms were flailing and they embraced themselves in hugs and swarmed each other in salutations with their mushy lips.
Suddenly, the door behind them opened abruptly and Sara tumbled backwards. A woman stood in sudden shock, starting to stutter. Tegan blurted out quickly to save them both, “We, we were just fighting, it’s no biggie.” Raising her arm to wipe the saliva dripping from her mouth, she then proceeded to help Sara up with both arms. Sara, with an astonished look on her apologetic face, scurried out the room.