A/N: Okay, I lied. This story is going to be my next multi-chap fic. since it actually deals with them being sisters and musicians! I'm really excited for this plot even though I have no idea where it's going to go yet but I hope you all enjoy the first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

She grabbed Tegan by the elbow, dragging her away from the sleazy middle-aged man. She stopped, satisfied that they were far enough away to keep their conversation private. She took a deep breath and ran a boney hand through her greasy, short blonde hair.

"We don't have any other options, Tegan. We need to do this," Sara stated the words firmly.

Tegan looked to her feet, finding a small pebble, and kicked it across the abandoned parking lot where their Volkswagen bus broke down. Neither could remember what the gentleman outside the bar had told them what was wrong with their traveling house last night after their set, only that it would probably cost around four hundred dollars to repair. Tegan knew they only had about one hundred dollars left until they got to the next city, and played their next show, so Sara was right. It was do this, or become homeless in an unknown city in Ontario.

"Okay, but on one condition," Tegan agreed, giving in. She turned her head towards the man and the huge, incognito black bus behind him, finally feeling the severity of what they were about to do sink in.

"What?" Sara eyed Tegan up and down cautiously.

"When it's all over, we never speak of it again and we don't let it ruin our relationship." Tegan stuck her hand out, her pinky pointing straight.

Sara nodded curtly, hooked her own pinky with Tegan's, and sealed the promise, just like how they did when they were kids. She then turned on her heel, walking away from Tegan and over to the man, ready to get this over with. Tegan followed a few paces behind, her mind racing, and allowed Sara to do all the talking.

"Have you made your decision, ladies?" The man licked his dry, chapped lips, eyeing the two up and down.

"Yes. We'll do it." Sara said.

"Excellent!" He clapped his hands together and turned around. He led them onto the bus while explaining what was to come, "It's all very simple. I'll have you start on the couch with introductions and I'll direct you on what to do, just follow my lead. Got it?"

The two girls nodded in unison, cringing as they sat down on the worn, velour couch. Across from them, the man removed the lens cap from the video camera resting on a tripod and turned it on. A small red light appeared and he grabbed the clipboard resting next to him, beginning the introductions.

"So ladies, can you tell us your names?" He put his pen to the paper, waiting.

"Rain," Tegan blurted out, trying to play it cool as if that were her real name, and not her obscure middle name.

Sara glanced at Tegan, surprised she hadn't thought about doing that herself. If they ever made it big with music and the public found out about what they were about to do, their career would be over in a flash. She looked back at the lens and opened her mouth, "Kiersten."

He nodded, "How old are you?"

"Nineteen," they answered at the same time.

"And you are identical, lesbian twins?" He continued on in a professional, monotone voice.

"Is it that obvious?" Sara replied playfully. With Tegan's buzzed head and labret piercing and Sara's short spiky bleached hair and eyebrow piercing mixed with the baggy jeans they both wore, they were the definition a stereotypical dyke.

"Have you two ever been physical with one another? Or fantasized about it?" His top lip curled up into a creepy grin, already fantasizing himself about what they were about to do.

"No." Tegan said while Sara shook her head.

"Well there's a first time for everything," he chuckled, earning identical weak smiles from the two young sisters. He took the camera off the tripod and stood up, moving closer to the couch. "Can you kiss for me?"

Tegan gulped, pleading to Sara with her eyes that she take the lead. Sara scooted closer, closing the distance between their bodies and rested a shaky hand on Tegan's thigh. Tegan took a deep, shuddery breath and closed her eyes in anticipation as Sara drew nearer. Soft lips came into contact with one another, though only one set was applying pressure. Sara slipped her tongue into Tegan's mouth, forcing her to kiss back. Tegan creased her eyebrows, finding the sensation weird until she could taste the faint trace of Sara's coffee from earlier, relaxing her.

Sara slid her hand further up Tegan's leg and under her shirt, gripping at Tegan's soft flesh, feeling no need to take it slow like she normally would. Tegan mimicked her actions, linking her hands together in the dip of Sara's back under her t-shirt. Minutes passed as they explored each other's mouths, the action coming easier than either expected.

"Show me your bodies," he instructed when they paused to take a breath.

They slipped off their Converse shoes and socks first then stood up. Sara helped Tegan remove her shirt and Tegan helped Sara, kissing each time it felt necessary. They unbuckled their belts and dropped their pants, leaving them in only underwear to reveal the curves that were always hidden under oversized clothing. Two sets of eyes rapidly took in every inch of the other's soft skin and toned stomachs, wondering just how identical they really were underneath the remaining material. Soon, bras and panties were added to the pile on the floor and fingers itched to touch the other's pale skin as hormones took over.

They stood naked side by side facing the camera, letting it catch each difference between their bodies. Tegan had wider hips with thicker thighs and slightly larger breasts. Sara was slightly taller and thinner, with a small patch of trimmed curly hair on her mound.

The man gave them a thumbs up, letting them continue. Sara guided Tegan to lay on her back on the couch before situating herself between her legs. She planted light kisses down her body, causing Tegan to shiver as she felt Sara's own hardened nipples graze across her skin, until she was inhaling her sweet scent. One hand toyed with her left breast while the other trailed along her inner thigh. Sara sighed, taking in her sister's shaved, pink cunt. She ran her wet tongue between Tegan's swollen lips. She took a moment before diving back in, her head spinning over the sweet, but slightly bitter taste.

Sara's tongue came back into contact, sucking on Tegan's swollen clit then moving down to probe her with her erect tongue. Tegan arched her back in pleasure and lifted her legs, holding the back of her thighs, just right above her knees, as Sara continued to work her tongue magically through her dripping folds. The man hovered over her as he recorded from every angle possible, catching two of Sara's long, slender digits slinking their way deep inside Tegan with no resistance. Sara began pumping in and out, the muscles in her bicep prominent as she picked up her speed. Her sister squirmed beneath her, moaning out obscenities each time her younger counterpart would curl her fingers ever so slightly upwards.

"Oh yeah, fuck.. I'm.. Oohhh!" Tegan cried as her legs squeezed shut, trapping Sara's face in her pussy while her orgasm ripped through her. Tegan's legs relaxed when her body came down from cloud nine, releasing Sara.

Sara sat back on her heels, a dazed expression coating her face. Though she has gone down on a handful of girls, none of them had tasted as delicious as Tegan nor had they ever put her in a headlock from such an intense orgasm.

Tegan sat back up and crossed her legs, trying to hide the fact that she was still horny while they waited for more instructions. The man set the camera down and excused himself, escaping through the black curtain towards the back of the bus. He returned a few seconds later, handed Tegan a black harness with a slightly bigger than average flesh colored dildo attached to it, and tossed a condom to Sara. She gave a small smile and stepped into it, pulling the straps up around her hips.

"Have you ever used one of these, Rain?" He asked as he twisted the lens, zooming out to get a full body shot as Sara was sat on the couch watching Tegan adjust the straps of the harness.

Tegan peeked up through her eyelashes, a sly smirk playing at her lips. "A few times, yeah," she chuckled.

"And you, Kiersten?"

"Uh-huh," she uttered, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight in front of her to look into the camera.

Tegan turned her hips toward Sara, strap-on in place, and held the base while Sara rolled the red condom onto the shaft. She gave it a few strokes before taking the tip into her mouth, unsure of where to go from there. The palm of Tegan's hand came to rest on the crown of Sara's head, encouraging her.

As simple as the action was, it gave Sara the boost she needed. Her jaw slackened as she took almost all of Tegan into her mouth, holding still until she felt herself about to gag. A string of saliva connected her to the phallus as she drew back. Tegan kept her hand on Sara's head, helping her as her head bobbed, giving Tegan an expert blowjob.

"Fuck her," the man behind the camera instructed quietly into Tegan's ear, having been standing behind her to catch a point of view shot.

Tegan gave him a short nod and pushed Sara back against the couch. Sara propped her feet up on the edge of the cushion and spread herself. Tegan angled her knees to rest next to the inside of Sara's feet and she propped a hand on the back of the couch. Her other hand continued to hold the base of the cock as she centered it over Sara's wet, pink entrance. She rubbed it up and down between Sara's lips for extra lubricant then slid it in slowly, but easily. A guttural moan passed through Sara's lips when their hips met.

Tegan pulled out and closed her eyes in concentration, letting her mind focus on only the simple in and out movement she had to with her hips before ramming back into Sara, filling the room with the slick sound of her and her scent.

"Fuuuck!" Sara moaned loudly. Her eyes widened at the sudden pressure and pleasure. She dug her trimmed nails into Tegan's back, goading her to fuck her even harder.

Tegan clenched her teeth at the pain and grabbed Sara's calves. She straightened them out and held them against her chest, giving her more leverage. As she continued to pound into Sara at a speed she didn't know she was capable of, Sara reached for a pillow to shove her face into to muffle her screams. Tegan's head drooped low as Sara's legs quivered against her. Sara threw the pillow away, choosing to let her loud moans and panting be heard.

"Change positions," the man directed, interrupting them.

He held the camera at his waist while they found a new position. Tegan slid out of Sara and plopped down onto the couch. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her legs were wobbly from overexertion and she motioned for Sara to ride her. Sara complied, straddling Tegan. The sun gleamed down through the bus windows and onto Sara's face, her cheeks glistening in the light with Tegan's cum. Tegan was mesmerized as Sara guided the tip back into her now loosened entrance, letting it fill her completely until her bottom met Tegan's thighs. She pulled back up only to lower herself a second later, letting her body get used to the feeling of this new position. Picking up her pace, she developed a steady rhythm. Tegan gripped Sara's hips, aiding in her movements, and fell into a trance of watching the heavy breasts inches from her face bounce up and down. Sara smirked, moving her left hand from Tegan's shoulder to her own chest and pinched a nipple, teasing her. Her lips parted as she leaned forward, her tongue circling the stiff bud. Sara gasped in pleasure and Tegan looked up, the smirk still playing at Sara's lips as their eyes connected. The look on Sara's face concerned Tegan. She couldn't tell if Sara was a great actress, or she was really that into it. What concerned Tegan even more though, was that she could feel herself getting wet again from watching Sara. This wasn't supposed to be about the sex, or the pleasure, it was about making a sacrifice to be able to continue touring and playing music.

Tegan drew her head back and focused on just getting this over with. She pressed her thumb to Sara's clit and began working it in a tight circle, positive there was no way Sara could last much longer.

"Ohh, shit. Right there," Sara let out a drawn out moan, tipping her head back.

The camera comes around to focus on Sara's face and heaving chest. When she feels her walls tighten around the cock inside of her she looks straight into the camera through hooded eyes, letting it capture her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her mouth open in a wide, silent scream while her juices poured out of her and onto Tegan.

When her heartbeat returned to normal, she climbed off of Tegan and kneeled between her legs, cleaning herself off the phallus and Tegan's thighs with her tongue. Sara continued her licking and kissing upwards until she reached Tegan's lips, letting Tegan get a taste of her before collapsing next to her on the couch, skin tingling. Tegan loosened the straps to the harness and kicked it to the floor.

The man shut the camera off and held it in the air, giving it a little wave with a perverted grin, "You guys are naturals, the viewers are going to love this."

"Do you have a large audience?" Tegan asked the question that was on Sara's mind, as they both stood up from the couch to find and put on their clothes.

"For this type of stuff? Not really, but don't worry this will definitely get viewed."

Sara couldn't help but feel a little insulted. Then again, this guy obviously catered to straight men and the odds of them wanting to watch two lesbians, who both fell on the more butch end of the spectrum, go at it were probably slim. Besides, if their music ever took off, it would be for the best if only a small amount of people see this.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out their payment. Three hundred dollars to each of them. The two of them step forward as Tegan caught a glimpse of her reflection in the tinted windows, her buzzed hair slick with sweat and skin glowing from post-coital bliss. Her eyes then traveled to Sara's reflection, her hair and face just as equally, if not more, sweaty than Tegan's. She whipped her head forward, staring at the money being passed into Sara's palm and then Sara exiting the bus. Tegan stuck her own hand out, waiting for her share of the money. The man handed it over and patted her shoulder, thanking her for the great performance. She quickly nodded with a grimace and headed out the door. She shut it behind her, hoping to see Sara already a good distance ahead of her but found her leaning against the bus, waiting. She looked around for an escape, unable to handle Sara's presence after what they had just committed. A rusty telephone booth was just at the end of the parking lot, about twenty yards away. She hastily shoved her money into Sara's hand, hesitated a moment and took back a twenty dollar bill then darted towards the phone booth having never made eye contact.

"Where are you going?" Sara called, jogging to catch up to Tegan.

"To call an auto shop. I'll meet you back at the van." Tegan responded shortly, and picked up her pace.

Sara stopped dead in her tracks, watching the hips her hands had just been all over sway back and forth swiftly as Tegan continued walking. She felt their promise slowly break as the physical distance between them grew, their stable relationship already being tested by their actions. She hung her head and made her way back to the van, crawling onto the small bed they shared every night in the back. Her tears fell freely until they were wiped away with small, bunched up fists at the sound of Tegan returning almost an hour later.

Tegan slid the door open and climbed in, still avoiding Sara's gaze she could feel boring into her. She ripped open the cardboard box housing the twelve pack of beer she purchased and stuffed as many as she could into their small refrigerator. She climbed back to the open door, sitting on the ledge with her feet dangling, and pulled out a cigarette from the brand new carton. She lit it up and took a deep inhale, letting the smoke exit through her nose into the warm evening air.

Sara watched Tegan the entire time, waiting for her to speak. She finally realized it wasn't going to happen by the time Tegan's cigarette was almost done.

"So what's happening with the van?" She pressed.

"Someone will come by tomorrow morning to take it to the shop, and it should be fixed by three." Tegan said flatly, leaning back towards the fridge to grab a beer.

Sara nodded, "Can I have one?"

Tegan grabbed another can, holding it out for Sara. Sara made sure to brush her fingers against Tegan's as subtly as she could, wanting to see how Tegan would react. Tegan's eyes traveled from their hands, up Sara's arm, and to her face. With their eyes finally connected, Sara saw only one emotion in Tegan's eyes; shame.

Sara drew her hand back, trying to figure out what it was she was feeling herself. All she knew was that it definitely wasn't shame.