Unexpected || Quinntana
- Quinn: bit her lip and nods. "Well, it is to me." she whispered before touching the top of Santana's hand. "I'm trusting you." she said trying to relax the tension in her muscles from her nervousness.
- Santana: dropped her towel off of the bed and slid closer to Quinn, crawling between her legs. "Baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good." She leaned in and kissed Quinn softly, her hands sliding up the girl's sides to slip under her shirt. Finding her without a bra, Santana groaned and tweaked a nipple. "I'm gonna get you naked, okay?"
Unexpected || Quinntana
- Quinn: "We can't..You don't love me.. I've never had sex before." the young blond whispered nervously. "I know you can make me feel good and god..I want you to so badly but I.." she didn't even know, she was too aroused to be coherent.
- Santana: She groaned and shrugged. "I don't love anyone. Sex isn't about love. Sex is about me making you cum so hard you forget your name." She leaned in and kissed Quinn's inner thigh, smirking. "One little touch. I swear I'll stop if you ask."
Unexpected || Quinntana
- Quinn: Quinn still bright red, shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. "No, I can't. It isn't right of me to..we're sisters..you don't like me..that way..I.." she rambled nervously wringing her hands. She was so confused and conflicted. She knew what this would lead to and the young blond didn't want her first time to be a feeling-less fling.
- Santana: "Come on, Q." She begged. "I've totally thought about you while fucking myself too. I wanna see you naked to see if it matches my imagination." She parted Quinn's thighs and pouted. "Please? We're not technically sisters, and we don't hate each other. Let me make you feel good."
Unexpected || Quinntana
- Santana: Santana stepped in to Quinn’s room, smirking at the younger girl as she sat on the edge of her bed. She could see the wet spot on Quinn’s panties, and knew the girl must be incredibly wet. The fact that she’d said her name twice meant that she was getting off to the thought of her, and Santana felt her own center dampen at the thought of it. “I’m here now. You were getting off to me? Really?” She leaned in towards the girl and trailed a hand down the pale thigh in front of her. “Keep going? I wanna watch you. Hear you say my name
Unexpected- Quinntana
Santana had been at work all day, busting her ass to finish what she had to do on top of her college homework. When she finally got home, she was exhausted, and all she wanted was a shower. After stripping herself in the bathroom and standing under the spray for what seemed like an hour, she climbed out and wrapped a towel around her as she combed her hair out, her mind swimming a little. In the past couple of months, she’d gotten used to living with Quinn and her mother. Sure, they fought constantly, but they got along as well. And Santana loved to tease Quinn, make her stutter and turn bright red. Just thinking about Quinn made her shiver a little, and sliding on her panties, Santana wished that she could just go in Quinn’s room and have her way with her.
She stepped out of the restroom in just her underwear, walking quickly down the hallway to get to her bedroom. But as she passed Quinn’s room, she heard tiny whimpers and she swore she heard her name. Santana backed up and listened at the door, hearing her name a second and a third time. The moan that escaped Quinn after had Santana sucking in a breath and pushing open the door. “I heard my name, Q. What are you doing?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
Quinn immediately stopped her ministrations and blushed bright red with embarrassment. “San..I d-didn’t know you’d be home so..soon..” she murmured under her breath. Looking down at her comforter and not at her step-sister’s damp, towel covered body. Her face was flushed with heat. She knew it wasn’t right. To have feelings for her sister, it wasn’t right and here she was, pleasuring herself at the thought of being able to make out with the Latina. Of course, the young blond had never had sex before and wasn’t planning on having it until she was really ready.
Santana stepped in to Quinn’s room, smirking at the younger girl as she sat on the edge of her bed. She could see the wet spot on Quinn’s panties, and knew the girl must be incredibly wet. The fact that she’d said her name twice meant that she was getting off to the thought of her, and Santana felt her own center dampen at the thought of it. “I’m here now. You were getting off to me? Really?” She leaned in towards the girl and trailed a hand down the pale thigh in front of her. “Keep going? I wanna watch you. Hear you say my name.”
Unexpected- Quinntana
A couple of months had passed in the Fabray-Lopez household. Angry words had been said, pounding on the bathroom shared by two teenagers had been heard and most of all tears had been shed. Poor Quinn was so emotionally confused and sexually frustrated in the worst way. Though she herself had never dated anyone of either gender before, she certainly pegged herself as different from the other girls. But lately, she was getting these feelings, feelings she’d never experienced before about her stepsister, Santana. The Latina was so loud, obnoxious and self assure that the young blond couldn’t help but be attracted to her. She knew the older girl was teasing her, walking through the hall saying she forgot her towel, bringing random girls home from the high school. Unfortunately for Quinn, she couldn’t just push San up against a wall and kiss her senseless, they were sisters; kinda. So she decided to take matters into her own hands and pleasure herself that rainy afternoon.
She was admitting little whimpers and moans as she did so, muttering Santana’s name under her breath over and over, biting her lip to keep from moaning out any louder.
Santana had been at work all day, busting her ass to finish what she had to do on top of her college homework. When she finally got home, she was exhausted, and all she wanted was a shower. After stripping herself in the bathroom and standing under the spray for what seemed like an hour, she climbed out and wrapped a towel around her as she combed her hair out, her mind swimming a little. In the past couple of months, she’d gotten used to living with Quinn and her mother. Sure, they fought constantly, but they got along as well. And Santana loved to tease Quinn, make her stutter and turn bright red. Just thinking about Quinn made her shiver a little, and sliding on her panties, Santana wished that she could just go in Quinn’s room and have her way with her.
She stepped out of the restroom in just her underwear, walking quickly down the hallway to get to her bedroom. But as she passed Quinn’s room, she heard tiny whimpers and she swore she heard her name. Santana backed up and listened at the door, hearing her name a second and a third time. The moan that escaped Quinn after had Santana sucking in a breath and pushing open the door. “I heard my name, Q. What are you doing?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
Gross.
I’m sorry.
It’s whatever.
Gross.
Thank you..by the way..for not hating me..I don’t hate you at all.
You don’t have to thank me for that. Just quit talking about it.
Gross.
Great. I’ll meet you downstairs..in..five?
Sure.
Gross.
My ears are forever scarred. Do you want to go for a walk…with me?
I was thinking about getting a beer and sneaking on to the roof. But I guess we can walk.
