The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants fanfic Archive, submitted by Nik Turner. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw the trailers for "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" was "oh god this is going to make for some hot fan fiction". Every day since its release I've been souring the Internet, rabidly searching for a Traveling Pants story to sedate my unnatural urges. Alas the fan fiction nerds are fat and sluggish, taking time to waddle over to their keyboard and dream up a whimsy tale. Finally I came across the site for all my "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" future fan fiction needs. So far they only have 4 stories but I'm wishing upon a star that soon there will be none of this PG shit and we get into some hardcore lesbian action and fisting.

"Not that I'm saying you're not hot now." Tibby pushed up on her elbow to watch Carmen try and dig herself out of the hole she'd plunked herself in. Her eyes were getting big and she was even blushing a little bit. It was kinda cute. "Cause you are," Carmen continued, growing even more flustered.

Tibby said nothing, just kept watching Carmen.

"Hot that is," Carmen tried to clarify. "Like really hot."

A slow smile spread across Tibby's face at that. She leaned forward to press her lips against Carmen's. The kiss was warm and familiar. Carmen tasted of chocolate and sea water. When she pulled back Carmen was smiling too.

I HAVE A BONER. Wait chocolate and sea water? Was she eating some Twix in the ocean or something? This story totally lost me and I'm going to have to write some constructive criticism on this piece. Boner lost. It'll be back...

– Reid "Frolixo" Paskiewicz

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