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I am an individual who enjoys writing and also Tegan and Sara. Why not combine the two, right?

These stories are purely fictional and only serve to amuse the T&S fanbase. They do not in any way attempt to suggest legitimacy or resemblance to the lives of either sister.

On the subject of "quincest", when used in a fiction, it is merely that; fiction. I do not in fact personally believe or suggest that the two sisters are in a sexual or romantic relationship, but I don't judge those who do. It will not, however, be a common theme within my writing.

My personal preference are written works which one can imagine themselves into.

If you have any ideas for stories, simply submit them to my ask box.

I love hearing feedback and criticism since I do consider writing to be my art form.

That being said, welcome to Quin Twins Writings.

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May 22, 2012

The Doorway

The door slammed shut; who slammed it was beyond me. At this point I couldn’t tell where she stopped and I began.

We broke apart and I could see her eyes glistening in the dark of the apartment. Slim daggers of moonlight reached out to us from the window and cut across Sara’s face, highlighting the shade of her right eye. I kept constant contact with the unending darkness of her pupils as I unbuttoned her jacket and roughly pushed it off her body. The corner of her mouth twitched and I instinctually bit my lip. She reached across the empty space and rested her fingers on the zipper of my coat. She tilted her head to the side slightly, as if in a question, never breaking my gaze, as she pulled slowly, torturously. Her hands grazed my breasts gently as she parted the piece of clothing and pulled, letting it fall to the ground. The cool air met my skin and I tilted my head back slightly as a deep breath rode out of my lungs, my chest raising and lowering.

She took a small step forwards moving her body slowly and purposefully. I bent my legs slightly to reach her small frame and ran my hands up the back of her shirt, over the straps of her bra. Her skin was cold against my hands as her mouth crashed against mine, breaking our stare at last. My eyes fluttered shut as a shudder ran up my spine, pushing my hips forwards to press against hers. Her small hands finally connected with my bare skin as she pushed her hands up under my shirt, her touch trailing from the middle of my lower abdomen up and outwards forming a perfect ‘V’. Her movement stopped as her hands reached my sides, just below my bra. Her touch changed to a grip as she fully grabbed my sides and pulled my body inwards, her mouth diving more forcefully against mine. I gasped slightly at the unexpected control she suddenly had and let my hands slip out from the back of her shirt.

Our bodies finally pressed together in their entireties, breasts to breasts, hips to hips. She followed suit, letting her hands fall from below my clothing and quickly threw them around my shoulders. I moaned at the loss of contact between my bare skin and the palms of her hands. In response, she moved her hands to rest on the tops of my shoulders and pulled away from the kiss, instead pressing her swollen lips against my cheekbone and trailing slowly, torturously downwards to my neck. My breathing became uneven as I felt an empty throbbing in my lower abdomen.

Sara’s slow, sensuous kisses mixed with light nibbles as she moved diagonally down my neck to my shoulder. When she reached the hollow above the side of my collarbone her movement quickened and her light nibbles changed to rough biting and sucking my flesh. Her hands moved again, from my shoulders to the middle of my upper back, meeting at the base of my neck and sliding upwards. When she got to my hairline she tilted so that her short fingernails met my scalp and she scratched a decisive path through my loosely curled long hair, her mouth moving across my collarbone. When she reached the hollow at the base of my neck she stopped, her hands forming fists in my hair and pulling my head backwards slightly. Her lips left my skin again and she pulled back. Her seductive gaze caught mine for a spilt second before her lips claimed mine once more in a deep and slow kiss.

I broke the kiss to take a jagged breath and in that moment her hands fell and she took a step back, breath laboured and chest rising and falling. Her left hand rose quickly to touch her own lips and she looked up at me from the tops of her eyes. We both stood that way for a few seconds, looking at the effect we’d had on each other, no sound but each other’s breathing and gasping.

“Oh fuck…” Sara moaned.

My eyes dragged down her body slowly, taking it all in; bare arms, chest heaving, and shirt askew. She was unbelievably beautiful and I knew there was no turning back. I stepped back towards her and crouched again, grabbing her hips and lifting her small frame up to mine. Her legs hitched around my torso in reaction and crossed behind me. Her face level with mine, I stole another slow passionate kiss. As our lips separated again she moved her cheek back to rub against mine. She kissed the very top of my cheekbone, directly under my earlobe and whispered, “Right down the hallway, first door on the left. Now.”