Title: So Red
Author: Danielle et. al ( dmb24708@yahoo.com )
Series: Voyager
Code: Megan Delaney / Jenny Delaney
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yes, I know Paramount owns Star Trek and its characters. I'm jealous, so I'm playing with their old toys. Everything will be back in the sandbox by morning.
Warning: This one has graphic sex between twin sisters. You've been warned.
Summary: T'Lin gave a first line challenge, and it became this PWP. Jen and Megan Delaney enjoy Tom's annual Halloween show.
Archiving: On FFF; ask otherwise and I'll probably say yes.
Feedback: The more the better! Send it to dmb24708@yahoo.com
Note: Written for round XIII the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -- http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
by Danielle et. al
"No way. Absolutely not. I refuse to wear that costume." Megan glared at her twin sister. When she promised to let Jenny pick out their costume, she expected her to have some class. How dare she do this to her?
Jen just grinned, still holding up the frightful thing.
It was so... Red. And huge. And... Red.
Tonight was Tom's Deck 13 Monster Bash, Voyager's wildest party of the year. And Megan would be stuck in that huge pair of lips, trying to keep in step with her sister. What was wrong with Magenta's French maid outfit and Columbia's tap costume? Or, hell, men's pajamas and mouse ears?
But a huge pair of red lips!
"It'll be great," Jen said. "You'll see."
Megan sighed. There was nothing she could do about it. She owed her sister, and owed her big time. So if Jen wanted to share a giant set of lips with her, she would. But she didn't have to like it.
And so her best black satin underwear set was covered by the tackiest costume she'd ever worn.
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Well, Megan had never had so many compliments on her legs before. That was a plus.
Rocky was a riot. In the stage show, Tom was the consummate Frank-n-Furter, as always. Commander Chakotay, playing Brad, got deflowered in the bedroom scene. Harry was gorgeous in Rocky's gold lame briefs and boots; and like a true friend, he fought for Frank in the end. Sue Nicoletti played Janet, and it was a moment to remember, watching her sing, "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me! I want to be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night!"
And after the show, Megan and Jen won in the 'most creative' category of the costume contest.
But the show after the show was always the main attraction of the Monster Bash. The final show was a real riot, a burlesque show in masque. It was great trying to guess who was who. As the night drew on, the acts became more and more enticing, and the more conservative of the audience left for home.
Nearing the end, the acts looked really professional, and Megan wondered idily whether some of her fellow crewmen might have been in the industry in the past. But she didn't wonder for long, getting caught up in the sultry moves on stage.
Sitting in the giant lips for two, wearing only her panties and bra, Megan was definitely feeling warm. But when she felt a hand on the flat of her stomach, her body heat soared.
Jenny's hand roamed up to slide beneath her bra, rolling and tugging at Megan's nipple just as she loved it.
"Jenny!" she hissed.
"Quiet," her sister whispered back, "or you'll draw attention."
As Jen's fingers kept doing their wondrous work, Megan's resolve crumbled. Megan kept her eyes on the beautiful woman undulating on the stage, but her full attention belonged to the temptress at her side.
Jen took away her hand, and Megan felt it next in the crotch of her panties as Jen moistened her fingers. Then those fingers were in the other side of her bra, the slickness of Jen's fingertips rubbing across the aching nub of her nipple.
Megan moved her own hand to the small of her sister's back, silently encouraging Jen to keep going.
Jen shifted a bit to run the backs of her fingernails down Megan's side, causing Megan to shudder, as always. Megan felt her face flush and her breath catch. The woman was driving her to the brink. In the middle of an auditorium filled with fellow crewmembers.
Jen moved back to her other nipple. It was such sweet torture, as Jen raised the intensity to match Megan's arousal, tugging and rolling the nub mercilessly. It had moved far beyond innocent teasing. Megan needed release. Now.
"Come on," she whispered urgently in her sister's ear. "Let's go home."
Jen just shook her head and lowered her hand, gently rubbing Megan's stomach. With every circle, Jen's hand went lower and lower, until it dipped into her panties.
One finger slipped between her lips, so cool against the warmth of her sex. That finger circled around Megan's clit in just the right way, giving the friction she so desparately needed.
Megan bit her lip to keep from crying out. It was so good. So right. And so dangerous.
The heat within Megan's center grew and pulsed, peaked and at long last, crashed over the edge. Helplessly trembling against her sister's hand, she gasped for breath. As she came back to herself, she felt her entire body buzzing with pleasure. Jen moved her hand to Megan's upper back, gently rubbing, soothing her.
The woman on the stage finished her act and sauntered off the stage. Tom stepped up and thanked everyone for staying through the show, wishing everyone a good night and a happy Halloween.