Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Adapted by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

Note from JetBoy: This initiates a new series of stories to appear at Juicy Secrets: items from my rather largish library of lesbian fiction that come from… well, I know not where. I compiled thousands of stories before realizing the wisdom of noting A) the author’s name, and B) the website from whence it came. Foolish, I know. All of these are works that I tweaked somewhat — fixing errors, editing out unwanted male sex partners, but mostly expanding the text — which nearly always means adding more sex.

Some of these are simply too good to keep hidden away… so the idea will be to post the story, while encouraging anyone who knows the original (or even better, happened to write the original in the first place) to contact us. In most cases, if the author is willing, we’ll be happy to post the authentic story — and in all cases, we will immediately take ours down if the author so desires. 

Thanks, and enjoy! 

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Sarah had such an incredibly sexy ass that I couldn’t keep myself from stealing glances at it. She wore a thin, lavender muslin skirt and a halter top. Sunlight spilled through the window where she stood, making her long brown hair seem nearly golden. The shape of her body was obvious through her clothes.

I leaned back into the couch, sipping Chardonnay and trying to stay calm. I wanted to play this cool, to figure out how she felt about love between women before I tried anything, but she kept her house chilly, and I could feel my nipples getting hard beneath my dress. I supposed there was no way I could hide that. I just sort of grinned. If I was very lucky, it would turn her on.

She turned back to me and smiled. “Well, the girls seem to be getting along fine,” she said.

I was here on the pretext of a play date for our daughters, who were now in the backyard. They had ballet class together, where I had met Sarah. She was the most attractive of the other mothers, single, and about my age. I had heard through the grapevine that she’d had a bad breakup with the father, and wasn’t dating right now. Perhaps she had given up on men. I could only hope…

She came back, sat down opposite me, and poured herself some more wine.

“You have a lovely house,” I said.

“Thanks.”

She took a sip and leaned back, gazing at me. She seemed very comfortable. I wasn’t. I felt my cheeks start to redden from her attention.

Sarah just kept scrutinizing me. She had the loveliest soft brown eyes, too.

I had never been the aggressive sort, preferring to play things out slowly with a potential lover. To be honest, I had always been a bit awkward at this. Plus, I reminded myself, our daughters are just outside. So I sat there, excited but flustered. It took all of my willpower to refrain from touching myself.

All that being said, I suspected that it was obvious how I felt about Sarah.

Summoning my courage, I smiled at her, looking into her eyes. Then I let my gaze drift down, over her chest. Her breasts were nice and shapely. She wore no bra, and her halter left plenty exposed. She had a nice flat tummy, with a bit of definition to her abs. Her legs were lean and athletic, and lightly tanned. She had kicked off her shoes earlier, when we arrived. Her feet seemed delicate, compared to the rest of her. They were nestled in the plush white carpet.

She parted her legs a bit and gave me a knowing smile. I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t any intention of doing anything with Sarah today, not with my little girl there. I just wanted to get to know her, to find out if she was interested.

It was pretty clear that she was.

The girls came in laughing and holding hands. Kelsey, my daughter, was ten. She was wearing a little blue jumper dress and had her black hair up in curls. I thought she looked perfectly adorable, even if her knees and elbows were dirty from playing outside.

Ashley, Sarah’s daughter, was eleven. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She had her mother’s brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, and a cute elfin face. She stood a few inches taller than Kelsey, and was dragging her along into the house. Both girls were glistening in the shaft of sunlight that spilled through the open door.

“Mom,” Ashley blurted out, “We’re thirsty. Can we get some lemonade?”

I straightened up and tried to seem relaxed, not wanting the girls to see me in such an obvious state of arousal. Sarah seemed to have no such qualms, though. She sat just as she was, legs parted, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Sure,” she responded.

The girls went to skip past us toward the kitchen when Sarah stopped them.

“Sweetie…” she said, “You’re forgetting the kiss tax.”

Ashley giggled. “Sorry, Mom.”

“In our house, we have a kiss tax,” she said to me. Every time you go into the kitchen for a drink or snacks while someone is sitting here in the living room, you have to pay a forfeit of one kiss.”

Ashley went up to her mother, leaned in and and hugged her. Then she looked over at me a bit warily, as if deciding something. She planted a cute little kiss on Sarah’s cheek.

“And Kelsey, I know you’re a guest here, but you have to pay the kiss tax too.”

She beckoned Kelsey to come to her. It was all a bit weird, but I did nothing to stop it. Kelsey had always been an affectionate girl, and loved to give and receive hugs. It was just a bit disturbing to see my little girl embrace a woman I was longing to fuck.

Sarah took Kelsey up into her arms, giving her a big hug. “You’re such a pretty little girl,” she said, “Simply delightful.”

Kelsey had a great big smile on her face as she hugged Sarah back. They kissed each other on the cheek.

“Mmmmm,” Sarah cooed. She gave Kelsey a little pat on her bottom, then looked over at me and gave me a big smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but said nothing.

As for Sarah’s daughter Ashley, she just stood there, studying me.

“All right, girls,” Sarah then said, “you have to pay Audrey the kiss tax, too.”

The girls approached me. Kelsey was closer, and got there first. She crawled into my lap and embraced me. I felt my heart race with a sudden excitement — perhaps because I’d been thinking about sex all afternoon, and was so aroused that even hugging my little girl was enough to intensify the heat between my legs. I was on fire, my heart singing with adoration for my little girl as we kissed each other warmly on the cheek.

I caressed her softly, my sweet little daughter with her dark curls. Her slender body, covered by a soft cotton jumper, pressed against mine. Something lurid passed through my consciousness, a sudden impulse to kiss her on the mouth. I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. My body hungered for love like it never had before and I was quaking with the need for release, but I couldn’t let Kelsey see that.

Then Kelsey drew away, and Ashley lightly touched my arm, as if she was waiting for permission to kiss me. She had her mother’s soft brown eyes, and I could feel myself falling into them.

I took the sweet nymph into my arms and hugged her. How could I not?

She embraced me warmly, tenderly. I felt my hard nipples brushing against her body through the dress I wore.

I let out an involuntary little sigh, my eyes drifting shut. It isn’t wrong to hug and kiss little girls, I reminded myself. That I’m turned on right now, holding Ashley… just a coincidence. It’s her mother I want. Only her.

I felt Ashley’s lips brush against my cheek, then again. Angel-soft little kisses. They were luscious. Then they strayed to my mouth!

It was a tiny kiss, then another — brief, barely even a touch. My eyes flickered open. She sat back looking at me, deciding. Then she kissed me again. I let her. My lips parted, just a bit.

I was kissing a little girl on the mouth. In front of her mother. In front of my daughter.

“Okay, you’re all paid up, honey,” Sarah said, just in time to keep me from bringing my tongue into play. “You girls go on and enjoy your lemonade.”

Ashley drew away from me. I glanced over at Kelsey, not knowing how she might have reacted to seeing me kiss her new friend that way. She seemed a little puzzled, but nothing more. Then Ashley seized her hand, leading Kelsey into the kitchen.

“M-my God,” I whispered, once they’d left the room.

Sarah smiled at me. “That was a bit much for you, huh?” she said.

“Look, I’m so sorry. I don’t ever act like that.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m very open with Ashley about love and sex. She obviously figured out that you like me, and was just playing with you.”

I gaped at her, my heart suddenly racing.

“You do like me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Oh God, yes,” I blurted out.

She smiled hugely. “I like you too. Very much, I think. Why don’t we send the girls up to Ashley’s room and we can go to mine. My daughter knows not to disturb me there. Will Kelsey be all right?”

I began to speak, hesitated. “She doesn’t know about my, um… liking women.”

Sarah gave me a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps it’s time she found out.”

This was not how I had planned things. Sarah got up and walked to the kitchen, and I stared at her legs and ass as she passed. Almost involuntarily, I reached up to lightly brush one of my nipples. It felt divine. There was a rising dampness between my legs.

I nodded to myself. Yes. It was time that Kelsey found out about me. Finally.

Taking a deep breath, I followed Sarah into the kitchen. The girls were fumbling with a big pitcher of lemonade, evidently pouring their second glasses.

When I entered, Sarah reached for my hand. “Girls,” she said, “Audrey and I want to be alone for awhile. Do you think you could both go upstairs to play, and not come out until we call?”

The girls looked at us. Ashley seemed to understand exactly what was going on. She smiled and said, “All right, Mom. Have fun.”

Kelsey looked confused, though, so I went to her.

“Sweetie,” I said, “Sarah and I are becoming more than just friends. Do you understand that?”

“Uh… I’m not sure.”

“I have a lot of warm feelings for her. Adult feelings. She and I want to be together alone, to… explore those feelings.”

“Like you both are girlfriends?” she asked.

“Sort of, sweetie, yes.”

“They’re just gonna get all lovey-dovey and kissy,” Ashley giggled. “C’mon, let’s go to my room and play.” She grabbed Kelsey by the hand and pulled her away, leading her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Kelsey looked back at me, still puzzled.

“She’ll be fine,” Sarah said, wrapping her arm around my waist. She leaned into me. I felt her breast press against my arm. My body responded.

The girls disappeared up the stairs. Then I heard them both giggle.

“See, they’re perfectly okay,” Sarah said. She kissed my cheek gently.

I stopped worrying about Kelsey, turned to my new friend and returned her kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I moaned in delight, melting into her embrace.

We kissed hungrily for a minute or so, then Sarah gently drew away. “Come with me,” she murmured.

I followed her up the stairs, my hand on her ass most of the way. We passed a door that said KEEP OUT in big magenta letters. I heard the girls chattering and laughing on the other side as we continued down the hall to the door at the end. Sarah led me inside, then shut the door firmly before shoving me against it. I gasped in a mixture of surprise and sexual heat.

She kissed me hotly, probing with her tongue. I fondled her ass, the thin fabric of her skirt and panties offering little resistance to my exploring fingers. I pressed between her legs, feeling the back of her skirt grow damp to the touch. She moaned, grinding her pelvis into mine. I allowed my fingers to drift upward, to where her asshole should be, and pressed between her cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered. I was touching her through two layers of fabric, but I could tell I was in the right place. “So you’re into that.”

“College left me with two worthwhile things,” I said. “Kelsey, and my taste for women’s asses.”

“Ooooh,” she moaned, gripping me tightly, her eyes wide as I fingered Sarah’s anus through her clothes.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmmmm, It feels fucking great. D-don’t stop.”

I smiled. I began to feel relaxed, in control. Everything had been so weird, awkward, and nervous so far, but now I had her ass, and she loved it.

I positioned her on the bed, up on all fours, then unfastened her skirt, dropping it to the floor. Her panties were a sheer lilac floral print, so pretty that they literally made my pussy tingle. I bent to give her a few gentle kisses through the fabric, then the panties came off, too.

Her ass was like a dream… like a juicy pink peach, full and fleshy, jiggling deliciously when I gave her a light smack.

Kneeling behind Sarah, I parted her cheeks with both hands. Her rosebud was tiny and smooth, her pussy was and delicate, with swollen labia. I leaned in and licked both with one stroke of the tongue. She moaned. I moaned. Her taste was heavenly.

I licked her anus again, trailing my tongue through the puckered cleft, then gave it a wet, sucking kiss. I felt her whole body tense up. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

I pressed in my tongue, hard, and reached the fleshy inner parts of her asshole. It tasted metallic, and slightly sweet.

“Mmmm… your ass tastes great!” I exclaimed, raising my head. Then, parting her cheeks as widely as possible, I pushed my tongue into her rectum, fucking it in and out. By now, my cunt was throbbing like a idling engine, so I pulled up my dress and groped myself while I ate her ass.

“Holy fuck,” she said, “No one has ever done this to me before…”

“Really?” I asked, breathing heavily, still nuzzling her crack, “I got the impression you were pretty experienced.”

“I am! But this… this is some wild kinky shit.”

“But do you like it?” I cooed.

She twisted her head around, flashing me a bad-girl smile. “I fucking love it,” she gasped.

I grinned back. “Cool. Then you can do it to me.”

I gave her pussy and ass one more wet lick… and when Sarah rolled over and onto her back, I climbed on top of her, then crushed my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.

She moaned as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, then broke away, eyes wild, panting for breath.

“Do you like how you taste?” I asked.

“Mmmyeah… it’s yummy,” she sighed.

“Good. Now lick me that way,” I said.

I’ve spent most of my life as a shy and awkward woman. But whenever I get past that shyness… well, let’s just say I let myself go completely.

Sarah had a big smile on her face. It made me hot. Clearly, she was ready to play my game.

I got on all fours and she knelt behind me. I felt her lift the hem of my dress and stroke my ass through the silk lingerie I wore. I was biting my lip, trembling in anticipation as she slowly slid my panties down. Then… nothing. I turned a bit and looked at her. Sitting back on her haunches, she removed her halter top and tossed it aside. Her breasts were lovely and round, with plump pink nipples. They had a nice natural sag to them that looked very motherly.

She fed her beautiful little girl from those, I thought… and suddenly I had a vision of her eleven-year-old daughter, curled in her mommy’s lap and nursing from Sarah’s breasts. Damn, I told myself, why can’t I stop thinking about Ashley?

I pushed that thought out of my mind. I didn’t want to go there. I arched my butt a bit further into the air, waiting for Sarah to pleasure me.

My skirt had fallen back down, and she pressed her hand tightly against my aching mound. I moaned. It felt so fucking good, but I wanted her to rim me.

“Lick my ass, damn it,” I moaned.

She kept caressing my pussy.

Oh, my fucking God… she had seen right through me! It was our first time together, but she just naturally understood that I was more of a sub than I seemed.

“Please, Sarah… please eat my ass,” I gasped.

Sarah took her hand away from my cunt and lifted my dress again, but she still didn’t give my anus the attention it craved. Instead, she began kissing my thighs and lightly caressing my bottom. Feather-light touches, not the frenzied assault I craved.

She was making me wait. I was building up like a seismic rumble about to turn into a fucking earthquake, and she was teasing me.

I knew, at that moment, that she was the perfect lover for me.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Oh, please, Sarah.”

“What do you want me to do-ooo?” she crooned.

“Rim me, lick my asshole.”

“Are you a dirty little slut?”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Sarah’s voice turned hard, insistent. “Then say it. Don’t make me drag it out of you.”

“I… I’m a dirty little slut.”

“Yes you are…”

I closed my eyes, trying to relax, but my heart was running like sixty. This was turning out even better than I could have imagined.

Her tongue! There, it was slipping through my crack. I shuddered and moaned, reaching back with one hand to spread my cheeks apart. “Oh, yes,” I whispered breathlessly, “yes!”

I felt a line of warm wetness gliding up and down between my buttocks, heard the sound of slurping and kissing. Wanting to bare myself completely for Sarah, I fumbled for the clasp of my skirt, unfastened it and cast it aside.

Now we were both naked but for our socks. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable, the most secret parts of me hers to use as she pleased.

“Should I put a finger in?” she asked.

“If you want,” I gasped out. “My ass b-belongs to you, lover.”

There was a pleased note in her voice. “How many?”

I wanted her to ravage me, tear me apart. “As many as you can.”

It must have been three. They felt enormous, stretching my rectum. There was pain, but it was glorious. I let out a long, hoarse moan. She pumped her fingers in and out, and I rocked my hips with the motion. I was going to come very soon.

Then I heard Kelsey’s voice cry out. The air conditioner had stopped, and the sound must have carried through the vent.

“What was that?” I panted, pulling away, feeling her fingers withdraw from me.

“It’s just the girls playing,” she said.

I’d been so close to coming, God damn it — but I was a mother first.

I stood, reaching for my skirt. “I’m going to check on them.” My legs were wobbly. I tried to breathe normally, but really couldn’t.

“Wait,” she said, “Don’t go. I still have a nanny cam installed. We can check from here without disturbing them.”

She reached for a remote, turning on the TV. She clicked through some complex menus, then an image of Ashley’s room popped up, and our two girls were there.

I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw, and the sight nearly flattened me. Ashley was licking my daughter’s slit.

They were on Ashley’s bed. Kelsey was on her back, the hem of her dress pushed up around her waist. Ashley was lying prone between her legs, naked except for a pair of sheer pink panties. The image was a bit grainy, but I could see her fingers spreading Kelsey open, her tongue flicking in and out of my daughter’s vagina.

“I can get sound, too,” Sarah said, flatly. She fumbled with the remote a bit, and suddenly I heard the sound of Kelsey’s moans.

I could have reacted in many different ways. I could have shrieked, horrified. I could have cried, devastated, broken. I could have been overcome by the beauty of the two girls. I could have felt tenderness, and love.

Kelsey’s face was rapt with pleasure. She let out a long moan and stroked Ashley’s hair.

I sat down heavily on the side of Sarah’s bed and watched as my little girl experienced lesbian sex. Is it her first time? I wondered. It must be.

Sarah sat beside me and put her arm around me. She whispered, “Are you okay?”

My head was spinning, my body numb… but somehow I found the strength to reply. “Um… give me a minute to figure that out.”

“Oh, wow, that feels good!” It was Kelsey’s voice, ringing out over the speaker. She sure didn’t sound like a ten year old.

Sarah stroked me gently and kissed my cheek. “It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” she cooed.

Suddenly I knew that Sarah was right. It was beautiful. I brushed my nipples with trembling fingers, feeling my arousal grow. Ashley’s pert bottom, concealed by those little pink panties, was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. The way her butt squirmed and gyrated was downright hypnotic.

“Ashley’s a dirty little girl, isn’t she?” I said. “God, she’s… she’s fucking my daughter.”

Sarah smiled. “And if things work out the way they should, Kelsey will be fucking her.”

What could I do? I sat and watched as Kelsey’s pleasure grew. Her face was angelic. I so dearly loved her… how could I deny my little girl this happiness?

I turned and gave Sarah a deep kiss. “In answer to your question…” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m fine with this. You’re right — they are beautiful together.”

“Good,” Sarah said, “Let’s go tell them, then. Let’s tell them they are beautiful and that we love them, and we’re happy that they’ve found one another.”

I frowned. “Shouldn’t we, um… wait until they finish?”

Sarah just smiled and took my hand. “Come,” she said, leading me toward the door.

“Aren’t we going to put our clothes on?” I gasped.

She shook her head. “Let’s be completely open with the girls,” she replied. “I want them to know about you and me.” She laughed. “After all… aren’t they lovers too?”

Heart racing, I followed her into the hall. Good grief, what was I getting myself into?

We went up to the door with the magenta KEEP OUT sign. She knocked lightly, then said, “Girls, we’re coming in.”

She opened the door and we entered. They were still in bed, but Kelsey had scrambled away from her little lover and was pressing her dress down. Ashley had rolled over and was smiling at us, her mouth wet from my daughter’s sex.

“Hi, Mommy. Hi, Audrey,” she said, “Kelsey’s pussy tastes great.”

My daughter looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “It’s okay, honey,” I hastened to assure her. “You aren’t in any kind of trouble, I promise.”

Sarah sat down next to Kelsey and put an arm around her shoulders, her bare breasts inches from my daughter’s face.

“Kelsey, dear,” she said, “Your mother and I know what you were doing, and it’s okay. We think it’s a wonderful thing that you and Ashley are so close. Right, Audrey?”

I nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with two girls making each other feel good, hon. It’s a loving, beautiful thing.”

“I told you it would be fine,” Ashley chirped, giving Kelsey a knowing grin. “Mommy and Audrey were doing the same stuff anyway. That’s why they don’t have any clothes on, see?”

I looked at Kelsey. She was blushing furiously, but had relaxed a bit. “Did it feel good, dear, having Ashley lick you?” I asked, figuring that the best way to prove I wasn’t upset was to ask her about it.

Suddenly she smiled bashfully, nodding her head. “Oh yes, Mommy. It felt really nice.”

Kelsey almost never called me ‘Mommy’ anymore. It was sweet that she’d choose to do so at a time like this. The pleasure she had just enjoyed made my little girl so incredibly beautiful that it warmed my heart to look at her.

“You two can keep making love,” Sarah said, “Don’t let us stop you. We’d like to watch.”

Eyes flashing excitedly, Ashley rolled back over between Kelsey’s legs and started to lift her skirt. Sarah was still sitting next to my daughter with a comforting arm around her.

Kelsey gave me a quizzical look, still feeling a bit confused about all of this.

“It’s fine, Kelsey,” I said, “Go ahead… let Ashley make love to you.”

Sarah stared at me, a question in her eyes. I understood her perfectly, just as she’d understood me before. As soon as she had led me to Ashley’s room I had known what might happen.

Now, without speaking a word, my new lover was asking, Shall we join our daughters?

I think my decision had already been made the instant I’d seen Ashley’s flawless ass on the video. I had to have her. Gazing at Sarah, I gave her the slightest of nods.

With a smile, she turned to my daughter, whose eyes were glazing over with pleasure as Ashley nuzzled her inner thighs. “Oh, Kelsey,” Sarah murmured, “You’re such a beautiful little girl. Let’s get you out of that dress, okay?”

Kelsey looked at me again.

“It’s all right, sweetie. If you want to, go ahead. You don’t need my permission for everything.”

Sarah sat Kelsey up and helped her pull off her jumper and blouse. I stared, utterly enthralled at the sight of my naked daughter. She had no breasts to speak of, but her nipples were small, pink, and a bit swollen.

Sarah leaned closer and lightly kissed my little girl on the mouth, then her tongue emerged to lick at Kelsey’s lower lip. My daughter was startled for an instant, but when Sarah kissed her again, she was ready. Her lips parted to receive Sarah’s tongue… then, a few heartbeats later, she began to return my lover’s kiss. Ashley watched eagerly as her mother seduced my child.

Breaking away, Sarah bent down to lick at Kelsey’s nipple, circling the erect nubbin with the tip of her tongue. I heard my daughter giggle, then gasp.

Lifting her head, Sarah gave my child a loving smile, then gently laid her back on the bed. Ashley immediately crawled between Kelsey’s legs and began to lick her again. Kelsey’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned softly.

Sarah curled up next to her, offering her bare breast to my daughter. With a bashful smile, Kelsey took my lover’s nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Sarah cooed gently and stroked my daughter’s face.

My God my God my God… she’s making love to my little girl! How can I allow this to happen?

Then my eyes shifted to Ashley, kneeling before my daughter, mouth glued to her bare slit. My heart began to throb at the sight of her outthrust ass, the dark cleft barely visible through her panties.

Then my eyes met Sarah’s. She looked at me — then at her daughter. She smiled and gave a gentle nod.

I actually licked my lips. It was my turn to play. My lover had just offered me the use of her eleven-year-old girl — a gift I was all too eager to accept.

There wasn’t enough room for all four of us on the bed, so I squatted next to it, leaning in to fondle Ashley’s little-girl bottom through her yellow cotton panties.

“I really like your butt, Ashley,” I murmured. “May I kiss it?”

“Um, sure,” she said, between licks of my Kelsey’s slit.

I kissed her through those thin, sheer panties, on her cheeks. Then my kisses traveled down to the bare cream-colored skin of her thighs before moving back up to her crack. I nuzzled my face into the dark cleft, breathing deeply, filling my lungs with the smell of the little girl’s ass. The girls hadn’t showered since their games outside, and her scent was sweet with a delicate musk. Not like a woman. More subtle.

“I’m going to take your panties off, honey,” I murmured.

She wriggled her hips in a very enticing way as I pulled her underpants down, leaving them dangling from an ankle. Her bare bottom was white, a bit plump, and utterly beautiful. I was smitten.

I reached out with both hands and spread her cheeks. Her asshole was tiny, a little pink jewel; round, lovely, perfect. I leaned in and gave it a gentle kiss. I heard her gasp. I licked it, running my tongue from her pussy up to her anus, through her butt crack, then back to her pussy.

“Mommy, she’s licking my butthole,” she moaned out.

“She likes to do that,” Sarah said, “Does it feel good?”

“It’s all… all tickly.”

I licked her some more, pressing in my tongue, not deeply. She was too tight for oral penetration, but it was lovely just to taste the smooth, slippery cleft of her anus. God, I loved rimming a woman — and now I knew that a little girl’s ass was even nicer.

“Ashley, your bottom tastes so good,” I moaned, raising my face from her crack.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah. Really.”

“Oooohh, that feels nice. You can keep licking me that way, if you like it.”

I liked it. I went in for more. She pushed her rump up, getting up on her knees, her face still nestled between Kelsey, thighs. I licked,  kissed and sucked at Ashley’s holes, alternating between her anus and her slit. My lips and chin were coated in the little girl’s fluids.

Kelsey began to moan loudly. I glanced up and saw my daughter’s face, rapt with pleasure as she drew closer and closer to sexual release. Has she ever come before? I wondered. With a loving smile, Sarah bent down to lick at my daughter’s nipples. I paused in my rimming of Ashley, allowing the child to give her full attention to Kelsey. Instead, I gently kissed the soft globes of her buttocks while she made love to my little girl.

Suddenly a squeal issued from Kelsey’s lips as she came. Her eyes clamped tightly shut, her mouth gaped wide. She let out a long, frantic moan, her body gone rigid for an instant. Then she bucked her hips, making Ashley grab her tightly so as not to be dislodged. Then she kicked out her legs, one of Kelsey’s feet hitting my head, not too hard. It was an incredible sight, my daughter lost in the rapture of orgasm.

Then a warm wave of pleasure surged through me, without warning. It wasn’t a climax. Perhaps it was just love, some kind of deep feeling for this beautiful crazy thing that was happening between mothers and their daughters.

When my eyes fluttered open, Kelsey was laughing in utter joy. “Oh Ashley! That felt so good. Oh my God, that felt so good. Thank you.” She gazed up shyly at Sarah, kneeling on the floor next to where she lay. “Thanks, Ms. Kinney. I liked kissing you.”

“I liked it too, honey,” Sarah whispered. “You have a sweet little mouth…” Her lips claimed Kelsey’s once more, and I felt a delicious shiver as my daughter’s tongue emerged to play with Sarah’s.

Ashley’s pert little bottom was still angled toward me, so I returned to her pussy for more. She’d gotten really wet while Kelsey came, and I began to feast on her warm honey, swallowing it down. I felt her squirm beneath me. She moaned. I licked deeper, pushing my tongue into her vagina, far as it could go.

Then Kelsey’s face was next to mine. She kissed my cheek.

“Mommy,” she sighed happily, “I want to lick Ashley now.”

“Oh, but honey — I’m enjoying this so much.”

“I know, Mommy, but she just did it to me. And she’s my girlfriend, right?”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I relinquished that sweet ass to my daughter. Ashley slid up the bed to give Kelsey room, but remained on all fours.

“Would you lick my butthole, like your mom did?” Ashley asked, twisting around to peer at Kelsey.

“I… I guess,” Kelsey said, looking at me again.

I smiled. “You can if you want to, honey.”

She did. She ran her tongue up along Ashley’s pussy, then licked at her little friend’s ass crack.

“That’s it — lick her bottom, sweetie,” I said. “Make love to her.”

“Mmmmm,” the girls cooed, both of them.

I glanced up at Sarah, who was sitting back against the wall, seemingly content to finger her pussy and watch my little girl rim her daughter.

“It appears that you’ve lost your sweet young ass,” she said.

“I guess so,”

“But,” she went on, “There is still one sweet young ass available to you. A luscious little bottom that you haven’t ever tasted.” She glanced at Kelsey’s butt and smiled.

It had to come to this, of course. I’d already passed over the barrier of what was permitted, what was forbidden. This was but one more small step.

I stared at my little girl’s pert rump — the pale skin, the delicately contoured globes, the dark pink crease nestled between her soft buttocks, the tender rosebud — and my mouth watered.

I returned to my previous position and began to gently kiss my daughter’s ass.

Kelsey raised her face from Ashley’s bottom and looked at me, astonished.

“Mommy?” she asked. Just that one word, in a tiny voice. Her eyes were filled with wonder.

“May I lick you, my love?” I asked.

A radiant smile appeared on her face. “Oh yes, Mommy, please lick me.”

She really said that. Exactly those words.

I closed my eyes and felt another intense wave of feeling pass over me. If I had touched my pussy at that moment, even the slightest caress… I think I would have died.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I felt Sarah watching me, waiting. Kelsey returned to her task, making Ashley moan and squirm. I gave Sarah a long deep look, seeing in her eyes what a major line I was about to cross.

Then I did it. I ate my daughter’s ass. I delved in and licked, probed, tasted. Eager for more, I allowed my tongue to drift down to her bare slit and began to explore. I felt her young, sweet body moan and squirm as I went down on my little girl, twisting around so that my head was resting on the bed, drawing her cunt down to my mouth. She tasted so good. I was in heaven.

I could hear Kelsey getting into licking Ashley, humming happily as she learned to love the taste of another girl. I continued to please my daughter with lips and tongue, her honey coating my mouth.

Suddenly I heard Ashley cry out, coming hard as my little girl brought her off. I felt so proud, knowing that Kelsey had learned to make love. Kelsey came again as I ate her, going rigid above me, calling out, “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy!” Finally she went limp, and I sat up, easing my flushed, dazed daughter onto her back.

Gazing adoringly at me, she cooed, “Mommy, thank you. I love you so much.”

And I loved her. I just started laughing at the wonder of it all, at the incredible thing I’d just done.

Then Sarah said, “Good job, girls. Now, I think it is time to make Audrey feel good.”

“What about you, Mommy?” Ashley asked, “When do you get to come?”

“I’ll get my turn, sweetie. Don’t worry about me. I want to watch you two make love to her.”

Trembling inside, I stood as the girls came close and began to touch me, their little hands caressing my bottom and breasts. Then their mouths were on my nipples, suckling them to aching stiffness. Two little girls, lovely and wonderful, peering up at me as they nursed.

“Oh, my,” I whimpered, my hands gliding over their nude bodies.

“Who wants to lick her butthole?” Sarah asked.

“Me!” Kelsey responded. “I want to. I love Mommy’s bottom…”

No parent could have been prouder of their child than I was right then of my daughter, so unselfishly eager to pleasure her mother.

“Okay, Kelsey, you kneel behind your mother and lick her ass. Ashley, get underneath and eat her pussy. All right, go!”

I squatted down to Ashley’s face, opening myself for her. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt little tongues entering me. I came within seconds. I went rigid. I shuddered. My legs gave out and I collapsed. I guess Sarah had predicted that, because she was there in time and caught me. I didn’t crush our little angels.

Then Sarah took me over to the bed. I was still overcome. My eyes were open, I think, but my mind was swirling. She tossed me face down, spread me open, and then slid three fingers in my ass, right where we had left off before.

There was a sharp pain, but it felt lovely. Her fingers, pumping me. I groaned and buried my face in the sheets. I came again hard, jerking this way and that.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned out.

“Oh, Mommy, that looks great.” I saw Kelsey’s sweet face enter my field of view. She kissed my mouth, passionately, her tongue seeking mine. I was too gone to return the kiss, though — just lying there, spent, exhausted.

“Let’s make her come once more,” I heard Sarah say.

I tried to mumble that I couldn’t. I feared it would kill me, if it happened at all. No words came from my mouth, however.

I felt fingers pumping my pussy. I felt a tongue in the crack of my ass that must have been Ashley’s. Kelsey lay in my arms, kissing me like a lover.

Then I heard a buzzing sound. Sarah must have had a vibrator stashed nearby, although I don’t know where. It pressed against my clit sending shocks of sensation up my body. I can’t call it pleasure, exactly. I was past pleasure and pain, at the level of primal desire.

Another orgasm, or something like one. I couldn’t form thoughts anymore. My body just reacted. I was an animal, a simple creature of need. I was the earth, a stone, the river, the fire. I went completely away.

Except I still saw Kelsey’s pretty little face. Her soft, shy smile. Her eyes. The idea of her being ten years old and my lover seemed perfectly right to me. I’d always had Kelsey. Now we had more. When everything else had left me, there would still be love.

I came back to the world slowly, Kelsey softly nuzzling me. I parted my lips, welcoming her tongue, and my daughter and I kissed. When I was myself again, I turned and looked at Sarah. My heart was singing.

“Did you go there?” she asked with a quiet smile. “To the empty place?”

“Yes,” I sighed happily. She knew! “Except it isn’t really empty.”

“No,” she cooed. “For us, it never is.” Then she glanced around at the girls and me. “Well, then… I guess it’s me now. Why don’t you each take turns.”

We did. We each ate her pussy and asshole, giving her three lovely orgasms. I went last. The vibrator in her anus and my tongue on her clit brought Sarah’s tired body home. When she finally came that third time, she kept her eyes open somehow, gazing intently at me. I felt something deep. Something like true love.

Later she and I lay in her bed watching something stupid on TV. The girls were in Ashley’s room, playing with dolls.

“So, um, you and Ashley have… been together before, right?” I asked.

She smiled wryly. “If by ‘together’, you mean sexually, then yes. I’ve been loving my little girl for years, even before her father left. This was our first time with others, though.”

I shook my head; half in wonder, half in disbelief. “Why me, then? Why would you take that chance?”

“It started with Kelsey, believe it or not.”

“Really?”

“Well, sort of. Ashley had the hugest crush on her from class. So, I thought we’d make this play date and I could keep you occupied somehow so they could hook up.”

“Nice. I made the play date so I could hook up with you.”

“Yeah. I figured that out. Anyhow, when you and I got together I felt something pretty deep, and I knew I had to try… you know… to make something real out of it. But you had to find out about me and Ashley. You had to be into… getting intimate with a young girl. Basically, I rolled the dice. It was worth it.”

I agreed. It was.

“I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of in a woman.”

I nuzzled her face, feeling an unimaginable warmth inside that seemed to light up my very soul. “I love you too,” I moaned. “God, I love you!”

“You’ll move in?” she asked.

“Of course,” I responded. I couldn’t imagine merely dating her. Not after what we’d just experienced.

We discussed living arrangements. She and I would share this room. Ashley would keep hers, and we could redo the guest room to be Kelsey’s. Although, I think we both suspected the girls would sleep together as often as not… and sometimes with us. I imagined the lovemaking the four of us could share.

“So, let’s go tell the girls they’ll be living together,” she said, “I expect they’ll be excited.”

“Yes,” I said, taking her hand and squeezing it, “I expect they will.”

The End

By Cassie

Home, we got out of the car and went indoors. “Hi, Mom, we’re back!” Helena said, as brightly as she possibly could.

“Okay, honey,” floated back our mother’s reply.

Just before we went into the main living room, I pulled my sister to one side and wrapped my arms around her neck.”I love you, Lena,” I said. I leaned forward, eyes closed, and felt my sister’s lips press against mine. My heartbeat raced even at that brief contact.

“Love you too,” Helena whispered back. She hugged me, then broke off and opened the door to the living room. I followed her upstairs, and we parted on the landing between the rooms to our doors. Helena quickly stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. “See you for dinner,” she said.

She turned away and I opened the door to my room. I suddenly felt a little sleepy, and paused to stretch out the tiredness. I took off the clothes I wore and draped them lazily on the bed, pulled my hair up into a rough bun, secured it with a clip, then grabbed a towel by the shower cubicle and stepped in. I turned on the water and stood under the warm flow, letting the stream wake me up a bit.

Unbidden, I began to remember the last shower I’d taken; the shower where I made love to my own sister. I closed my eyes and remembered the touch of her hands, the softness of her skin, the feeling of our two bodies pressed together in perfect taboo symmetry as the hot water fell down and upon us.

It was during this very pleasant reverie that I failed to hear the bedroom door being opened. It was also during this trip down Memory Lane that I failed to hear someone drawing close to the shower cubicle, listening to the soft moaning noises I was making under the jet of warm water.

It was only when the cubicle door itself opened, allowing cold air to replace the warm mist I was enjoying, that I became instantly aware of the embarrassing interruption. The awkwardness lasted only a second, to be replaced by a very intense attack of nerves as two arms slipped round my soapy hips.

“Hey, sis. Want some company?”

“Helena! Are you nuts? Mom could come in here at any minute! Get out, for fuck’s sake!”

“Relax,” said my sister, stepping up close against me in the now-cramped cubicle.

The nearness of her naked body to mine was intoxicating, irresistible — but I was still overcome with the fear of getting caught having sex with my own sister. I tried to push her away from me. “Helena, for God’s sake, get out!” I hissed.

Oblivious to my agitation, my little sister started running her hands up and down my soaped-up body, feeling the smoothness of my skin and the weight of my breasts. I could feel my heart begin to race. God, was it going to be like this every time she touched me? Was it like this for all people who were in love?

Helena used her hands to turn my body; face me away from her, then she scooted herself up close, pressing her slim body up against my back. I could feel her breasts against my shoulder blades, and the soft down of her pubic thatch brush my ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my body, enveloping me.

I felt my knees begin to weaken. We’d had sex not two hours ago and I was already desperate for Helena once again. Could this be right, even for two young people who were madly in love with each other?

And that’s when I realised it — I was in love. Madly in love with my own sister.

Since the moment we touched each other and discovered our mutual feelings, I hadn’t been able to keep her out of my thoughts for more than a few moments. Now I knew why.

I felt the length of her gorgeous body against mine in the shower and closed my eyes to her touch. She trailed her hands up and down my body with all-access abandon, and every square inch she touched made me tingle. “Don’t worry about anything, sis,” she whispered; her lips close to my ear. “We won’t be caught. Not until we want to. And there’s so much more for us to do with each other…”

I felt her lips against my neck, kissing the soft skin beneath my earlobe and shoulder. I tilted my head to give her more access and she nestled her mouth between my neck and shoulder — kissing, licking, nipping me with her flawless teeth. I wanted her to bite me, bite me hard, and I told her so in a husky voice.

“Mmm-hmm, I would love to,” she said, kissing my neck, then rubbing her face against the spot she had just kissed. “But that would leave you with an enormous hickey, sister dear… and we might have some trouble explaining that to Mom.”

By Cassie

Within the hour, with the two of us dressed and decent once more, we were ready to leave. we’d decided to go and see Sasha sooner rather than later, even if it meant me skipping a media class. Helena drove us there this time, and I spent the short car journey trying to tease her as much as I could.

“So what do you think Sasha wants to do with us?” I said, running my fingers lazily up and down my sister’s thigh as she took us on to the freeway. The only thing Helena was wearing (apart from her flat sandals) was the little blue dress we had ‘fought’ over earlier on. Against me it just looked like a large blue rag, but on her it looked stunning; just short enough to ride midway up her long legs when she sat down, tight enough under the bra-line to give her breasts some lift, and cut low enough from the shoulder to show the promise of the cleavage below. Lena had put on just a little makeup; some light red lipstick she knew I liked, and a little eye liner and mascara. She’d put he hair up in a pony tail and looked incredibly sexy. For myself, I’d just pulled on a tight pink vest top, a white tennis skirt and a pair of pumps.

Helena gave me a sidelong glance and smiled. “I know what she’d like to do to us,” she said, emphasising the world ‘like’, “but I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.” Helena shifted slightly in her driver’s seat, opening her legs just a little. I took advantage, running the flat of my palm up the inside of her thigh.

“Sasha’s a lesbian?” I asked, ignoring why Helena had mentioned the ‘yet’ part.

“Well, she’s made it more than clear that she finds me attractive.”

“Cow. Mind your head doesn’t burst.”

“It’s true!” Lena protested, “It’s pretty obvious when she bites my earlobe after kissing me hello and whispering in my ear.”

I giggled, twisting in my seat to turn as much as I could toward my little sister.

“What did she whisper?” I asked.

“Never you mind, bitch. None of your business.”

Helena was squirming as I started tickling the inside of her thigh, trying not to laugh.

“Tell me,” I said.

“No.”

“Tell me!”

“No way, bitch.”

I stifled another giggle and took my hand out from between her leg.

“Tell me,” I said, grabbing the hem of my vest top with both hands, “Or I pull this off and ride topless with you all the way.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would.”

“Would not.”

Without another word, I lifted the hem of the vest top up and over my breasts, exposing them.

Helena looked sidelong, then gasped. “Cassie, put that back on!” she yelped.

“Not un-til you tell me…” I said, in a sing-song voice. I started to rub and caress myself as Helena continued to drive us toward Sasha’s studio.

“All right! All right!” Helena said, taking her hand off the wheel to slap my thigh. “I give up! Put your tits away! Save them for me later, okay?”

“Okay” I said. I pulled my top back down and took Helena’s hand off my knee. On impulse, Lena, brought my hand up to her face and kissed my fingers. Her lips were soft and full of the kind of promise that lasted half the night and got very hot and sweaty into the bargain.

“So, what did Sasha say?” I said.

“She said–” and here Helena dropped her voice half an octave, “‘If you ever get lonely, you can give me a call, even when the camera isn’t rolling’.”

I giggled, laughing at the thinly-veiled message.

Helena giggled back at me, then made a serious face. “Stop it!” she protested. “She was being sweet.”

I leaned across and kissed my sister’s ear. “I wouldn’t leave it to imagination,” I whispered, letting my tongue flick the fleshy part of her earlobe. “My invitation would be a lot more graphic.”

Helena moaned, enjoying the attention my lips were giving her ear. “Yeah? Like what?” she said.

I took her earlobe between my teeth and nibbled it gently, whispering something very filthy as I did it. I sat back in the passenger seat, staring out in front of me and feeling my cheeks begin to burn. God, this thing with Helena was making me a crazy slut.

“Is that a promise?” my sister said to me, as we drove closer to the studio. I turned to her and winked, but didn’t say anything. Within minutes, Helena was parking the car in the large driveway of Sasha’s studio.

We sat in the car for a moment, holding hands and talking.

“So how much do we tell Sasha?” I said, caressing Helena’s fingers in my hand. Just touching her made me want her, and I could feel myself getting hot between the legs in anticipation of our next round of illicit lovemaking.

Helena frowned. “I don’t know,” she said, suddenly getting all serious as she looked away out of the window. “Y’know,” she said, after a long pause, “some of me wants to say ‘the hell with it; I’m fucking my sister, and it’s great’, you know?”

I nodded, gazing at her.

“And… and, sometimes I feel like saying ‘fuck you’ to the guilt, ‘fuck you’ to the taboo of lesbian sex, and a bigger ‘fuck you’ to the idea of sex with my own sister.”

I carried on nodding, not saying anything as I let Helena get whatever worries she had off her mind. Then she turned to me; that serious look on her face. Her hair swished, then fell around her shoulders, and the light from the morning sun caught her as she looked at me. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the whole world right then, and my heart skipped a beat that she was mine; my sister and my lover.

“But the thing is, Cass,” she said, taking my hand in both of hers, “I love you. Love you so much I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got. Will telling the world about how we feel for each other ruin that?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t find any words. So instead I just leaned across the space between the seats in the car and kissed her on the lips.

“I don’t want to ruin what we’ve found in each other either,” I said, pausing in the kiss but not sitting back. I let my breath wash over my sister’s lips, drew in her scent as she breathed back. “I’m not going to walk across town with a placard sign on my back saying ‘I fuck my sister!’ And I quite like the secrecy; the idea that this is something wonderful that’s just between us. I like the stolen kisses, the promises of lovemaking to come. But I’m not going to spend all my time worrying about it every time we hold hands, or hug, or touch each other.” I settled back into the passenger seat again, gripping Helena’s hand tightly. “We’re sisters, right? And we’re beautiful, sexy and not afraid to show it; either to the world or to each other. People can take us as they find us, and we can act as we please around that.”

I finished my third-grade speech, wondering if what I said made sense, both to Helena and myself. She looked down for a moment, then back up at me. Just for that moment, Helena looked exactly like my baby sister, not the ultra-smart and sassy girl she’d grown up to be. She had that look that wanted me to take the hurt and worry away.

“Sasha’s gonna notice,” she said. “Sasha can spot girl-sex a mile away.”

“Good,” I said, suddenly tired at the worry and anxiety. “Let’s see how this photo shoot goes and do exactly what she says. If that means showing her what we’ve found in each other, I don’t care. Come on.”

I got out of the car, stretching my arms high into the sky. The sun was pleasantly warm at this time of the morning, and it made me feel good. Helena got out too and stretched as well, then walked round the car and took my hand.

“Come on, Cass,” she said. “Let’s go get shot.”

We rang the bell at the side of Sasha’s warehouse, and she opened the door within a few moments. Sasha was wearing black, office-type shorts, with black tights and flat shoes, with a slightly horrible purple shirt on top. She’d brushed her short hair back and clipped it tight against her head.

“Hi” she said, offering us both a tight, wary smile. She glanced down and noticed we were holding hands. “Well, you came back, and that’s a good sign,” she said. “C’mon in.”

We followed the photographer into the studio. The powerful lamps were switched off, and the place had an eerie and forgotten feel to it. Sasha led us to a a couple of battered old sofas near the main set, and asked us to sit down for a minute. We did so, still holding on to each other’s hands and playing with each other’s fingers. Sasha looked uncomfortable, and had trouble looking either of us in the eye.

“It’s good that you’re here,” she said, “real good. I was, uh, worried that you wouldn’t come back.”

“Why not, Sash?” Helena said, frowning but smiling to break the sombre mood.

“Well, it’s… it’s got a bit complicated.” she said.

“How do you mean?” I said, not as eager as my sister to cheer this odd woman up.

Sasha looked at us both for a moment, then reached by the side of the sofa she was sitting on and drew out a photo album.

“These are the pictures I took the other day,” she said, offering the book to Helena. “Have a look.”

Helena took the album, then shuffled closer to me as we started to look through it. We flicked through the pages and it was strange seeing the two of us in semi-erotic poses. They did look good, though, and I could feel this new-found lust for my sister begin to flutter in my tummy once again.

Helena looked up. “They look great,” she said.

Sasha nodded. “They are fucking great!” she said, vehemently. “I took those pictures. Me. And I’m not afraid to say that after I’d put them in the album, I stared at them long and hard and it got me real horny. That doesn’t usually happen.”

I felt the first tingle of a blush colour my cheeks. Having the thought of someone (usually a guy on the football team) masturbate over you was one thing, but having someone (a girl, no less!) tell you as much was something else.

“So what’s the problem?” Helena said.

“The problem?” repeated Sasha, as though my sister had said something awfully childish. “The problem is that apparently, they’re not fucking good enough for the kind of money I was expecting.”

“What does that mean?” Helena said. “Are you saying we have to pay for them?” I added, exercising a frown.

Sasha looked worried, and fidgeted in her seat. “No,” she said, finally. “No. Not if I can off-set them.”

“Off-set them?” I repeated.

“Against what?” said Helena.

“Against some more,” said Sasha, getting close to the nub of her worries.

“Isn’t that going to make the bill higher?” I said.

“Well,” said Sasha, “I could off-set all that, and pay you back a healthy amount, if…”

“If what?” said Helena, levelly.

Sasha looked up at us, licking her lips to wet them. “If you want to go a bit further and try something a little, um, hotter.”

“You mean a little more full-on?” Helena said. Sasha nodded.

Helena and I shared a look between us. A look that communicated what we were both thinking. In that moment, my sister and as close to shared empathy as you’ll ever get.

“Let me show you something about full on,” I said. Sasha gave me a quizzical look, but I tossed my hair behind my head and stared at my sister. “Ready?” I said. Helena nodded, a little impish smile playing about the corner of her lips.

I leaned across the space between us on the sofa, slowly and deliberately, so that Sasha could see exactly where we were coming from. I tilted my head a little from Helena’s, then closed my lips against hers and started to kiss her.

At first, we shared light, soft kisses. Then, after a moment, I let Sasha see my tongue start to invade my sister’s mouth as we kissed more fervently. After a couple of minutes kissing, we sat back and stared at the diminutive photographer. She looked hot, and flustered.

“Wow!” she managed. “I’ve never, ever seen something that hot.” She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, as though the seat was suddenly itchy beneath her. “Would you… I mean are you prepared to do that for the camera?”

“For yours,” I said.

“And depending where the pictures go, and how much return we get,” said Helena, ever more shrewd than I was.

Sasha shook her head a little and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to regain her train of thought. “Well, that’s the whole thing,” she said. She paused a moment, gathering her thoughts, then sat forward on the sofa, staring at us both with an earnest expression.

“There’s always money to be made from doing photo shoots. Sometimes it’s the clients of the clients. Sometimes it’s the models. Sometimes it’s even the lowly photographer like me. But there’s always money. It’s all about finding the market, and feeding it.”

She stood up and started pacing on the studio floor in front of us. “Y’see,” she continued, now staring at the floor as much as at me or my little sister. “I thought I had this market licked. At least enough to make a buck or two. I know there’s a market out there in this line. I’d fed it and watered it and changed its nappy over the years. But things have moved on.”

She stopped, put her hands on her hips and stared at us. “You girls watch YouTube?” Helena nodded, and I followed suit. Sasha nodded, satisfied. “You ever see the clip of those Russian twins? Or those sisters from France?”

I frowned, suddenly losing the thread. But Helena nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “The French girls.” She turned to me and said “Couple of hot chicks getting real friendly for the camera. Claim they are sisters.”

“Yeah,” echoed Sasha. “That kind of video gets thousands of views every day. Thousands. All free.” She sat down, as though she’d just been told something painful. I didn’t get where she was coming from, but didn’t have to wonder long as she wanted to finish her own dialogue.

“That’s the market being fed,” she said, “for free. No one paying for those pictures. The only people making money out of those vids are the firms that make blank DVDs.”

There was a difficult, pregnant pause. “But you’ve got us a market, haven’t you?” said Helena, letting go of my hand to sit forward in her seat. “You just want to know if we’re prepared to feed it.”

Sasha produced a filthy smile and nodded. “You got it, baby.” she said.

Helena inched herself off the sofa and crawled, on her knees, toward the photographer. “Guaranteed?” she asked, closing the gap between them.

“Almost.”

“And what’s the snag?” breathed my sister, using a seductive voice she had used to experiment briefly with me. It still sent tingles down my spine.

“The snag,” said Sasha, watching my sister’s hands rest, then part her black, tights-clad knees, “is that this market needs a special kind of food. Very special.”

Helena was still moving forward, lowering her head to kiss first the right thigh, then the left. I was about to join her when she made a three-fingered sign with her left hand as she clutched Sasha’s right knee. It was a pitcher’s sign. One we both used in a computer game at home. It was the equivalent of ‘Hold off’. I sat back on the sofa and watched.

“Explain,” said Helena, sitting up, running her hands up and down the other woman’s thighs. Sasha was fast losing her resolve, clearly getting turned on by my sister’s touch.

“It needs to be full on,” she said. “But classy. None of this grainy 8mm shit you see on the web. Exclusive shots for… ooohh… an exclusive client base. Mmmm, yes. You up for that?”

Helena stood up. “Take some pictures,” she said. “Then you can have another chat with me and my sister.”

“Like this one?” Sasha said, through dreamy eyelids.

Helena held out a hand for me to take and helped me up. She pulled me close to her and we turned side-on to the other woman. I felt Helena’s fingers steal across my ass cheeks and squeeze me. “Sure,” she said.

It didn’t take long for Sasha to get started. In the ten minutes or so before she started barking orders, Helena and I sat on the sofa, playing with each other’s hands. I wanted to understand what my sister was thinking, what the complexities of this business deal should be, but Helena had that wicked little glint in her eye and had more pressing thoughts.

She leaned across to me and started kissing my neck, whispering to me between those moments when her lips caused tiny erotic explosions on my skin. I found my eyelids drooping at her insistent kisses, quickly losing any urge to discuss business. By the time Sasha called us onto the set proper, my pussy was burning. How had it happened so quickly that my sister instilled these incredible feelings in me?

Helena finished her kissing of my neck with a sharp nip to my earlobe, sending a brief stab of pain through me. I caught my breath then returned the dirty, wicked grin Helena had given me as we stood up and walked, hand in hand, to the set where Sasha directed us.

“Okay” said the diminutive photographer, taking a long moment to study our near-identical bodies. “We’ll take a couple of shots with what you’re wearing, then we’ll get the costume wardrobe out, alright? Cassie, you’re the same size as Helena?”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay.”

Sasha struck a pose, finger poised on her lower lip. “Now, with what you’re wearing, I want it to be like you’ve just met each other at a summer fete or something. Nothing too weird, but a kind of innocent build-up.”

“A build up to what?” I giggled.

Sasha ignored me. “Just try to relax while I take a few warm up shots. Go from ‘polite hello’ to ‘sexy’ and listen to me.”

I wanted to ask what that meant, but Helena took my hand and led me underneath the powerful spotlights. She stood facing me, then said, “Look up and away, like we’re walking into each other without knowing.”

I did so, and instantly heard the whirr and click of Sasha’s camera in the background. I concentrated on looking good — tummy in, chest out, mouth pouting — and listened as my little sister coached me through the shoot.

“Now reach out your hand.” I did so, then felt the soft cup of Helena’s breast nestle into my palm. Whirr, click.

“Turn around, shocked.” I did, trying not to giggle at the sight of my hand cupping my sister’s breast.

“Now the other one!” I heard Sasha shout from behind her camera.

I reached out and cupped Helena’s other breast, then stood for a moment, massaging my sister’s small but pert and fleshy globes. I could feel the nipples begin to swell under my touch. Helena was being the consummate actress, playing the role like stop-gap animation. Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

“Lose the buttons!” came the next instruction. I reached between Helena’s breasts and undid the main button, exposing another small triangle of pale flesh to the camera.

I felt Helena’s arms slip round my waist. “I want to get dirty with you,” said my sister. “Real dirty.”

I didn’t say anything. My heart was beginning to pound at the anticipation of having sex with Helena again. I continued to peel my sibling’s clothes off her body, revealing that perfect nakedness which I’d come to adore. Our advances became less stop-gap, more fluid. I felt Helena’s fingers tease open the cheeks of my ass. I leaned forward and closed my lips onto hers. Her breasts squashed against mine and I was suddenly desperate to get naked with her; lost in this erotic, forbidden moment with my own sister.

My clothes came off easily, and then Helena’s hands were holding my breasts, touching my neck, reaching down to the hot wetness of my over-excited pussy. All the time there was the whirr and click of Sasha’s camera as a background tattoo.

I felt one, then two of my sister’s fingers slip inside me as we stood together under the lights, alternately kissing and exchanging brief, whispered promises of escalating filthiness into each other’s ears. It was at that moment, when Helena was telling me how she’d like me to use her as her ‘fuck-puppy,’ that the lights went off.

There was a moment of disconnect as both my sister and I wondered what was going on, what we should do, then the low-lit strip lights overhead flickered on. Sasha walked into view, holding a bag. She looked cross, somehow.

“This isn’t going to plan,” she said, matter-of-factly. She put the bag down and unzipped it. She reached in and pulled out a strap-on dildo, some baby oil and a couple of button vibrators.

“I wanted a slow build up, but you girls are way too horny for that. Get it out of your system, and we’ll try classy another day.”

She walked back to the camera and fired up the spotlights once again. I looked at my sister and she looked back, shrugged, then bent down to pick up the strap-on harness. She removed the rest of her clothes and stepped into it, then did up the buckle on one side. I moved next to her and did up the other side, making it snug around her waist and over her pussy mound.

“Hungry?” she said. I got on my knees in front of her and bent my head toward the 6-inch dildo, stuck 90 degrees out from between her legs. I started wetting the end with my tongue, then began to suck the plastic cock, bobbing my head backwards and forwards between my sister’s legs. Somewhere far, far away there was a distant sound of a clicking camera.

Lena had her hands behind my head, pulling me into her as she slowly bucked and thrust her dildo into my mouth. My hands were grazing up and down the sides of her legs, but then I reached around behind her and started to play with her ass. I pried her cheeks open, then slid my middle finger beneath the stiff leather of the harness strap to find her anus. I began to rub around the puckered skin, and felt Helena relax as I did so, shifting her stance a little to give me better access. She moaned at the twin pleasures of watching her sister giving her a dildo blow-job, with her rosebud slowly being toyed and played with at the same time.

“Oooohh. I am so gonna fuck your ass, sis,” she said. I didn’t say anything, but rasped my tongue up and down the length of her dildo, letting her see how open and ready I was for her.

I jumped up, pressed myself against her and kissed her quickly. “Do it!” I said, feeling the unrelenting stiffness of the plastic cock press against my thigh. I slid back down again, kissing Helena’s body as I went, and assumed a position on my hands and knees.

Helena knelt down beside me and reached out for the baby oil bottle. I heard the click of the cap, then felt a warmish sensation as Helena drizzled the oil on the small of my back and ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands begin to massage the oil into my skin, making me slippery and smooth. Helena leaned forward, her hands running from the top of my ass to my shoulders. Then she knelt back and began to rub the oil into my buttocks, and between.

I closed my eyes and let my body relax as Helena used her fingers to rub and tease the widening crack of my ass. I felt one, then two fingers slip inside my hole. I bit my lip against the unusual, but very welcome invasion.

Helena did this for a couple of minutes, getting my muscles relaxed, then I felt her hands move away from me. “Ready?” I heard her murmur. I looked back over my shoulder and managed to grunt something unintelligible that I hopes she would take as ‘yes’.

I felt the hard tip of the dildo press up against my asshole only for a moment before my oiled and relaxed muscle gave way to Helena’s forward thrust. I felt the thick head pop up inside my ass, then pop out again and Helena teased me with it.

“Aw Jesus, sis, just fuck me with that thing!” I said, exasperated.

I closed my eyes and, when I felt the dildo start to spread wide my crack once more, took the initiative and thrust my ass backwards. I felt the length of the dildo slip into my tight ass, Helena’s soft fingers, gripping my hips for balance.

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

I’d had anal sex only once before, with a guy at college at the previous year’s Christmas party. He was pretty good looking, on the athletics team, and not as rowdy as some. I was drunk, horny and in the mood for something different. We’d gone back to his dorm and had started off well enough, kissing and fooling around, then he started tugging at my skirt. He’d ran his hand over my newly exposed ass cheeks and I felt a little thrill. I stood up, drained my glass of wine and bit my lower lip. I remember staring at him; seeing him wonder if I was going to call it a night and leave, then tell him that he could have me from behind if he wanted me.

He’d given me a look full of relief and stood up. “Behind?” he’d said. I’d nodded, making it clear he could fuck my ass. Every guy’s dream, right? Hot back door action with a sexy girl?

Well, Mike certainly thought so. He couldn’t wait. Couldn’t wait to get me relaxed or properly lubed up, so when he got me on all fours and stabbed his dick in my bung, it hurt like fucking crazy. But by then, he was at that point where “Ow,” and “No,” meant nothing at all.

I remember getting reamed up my ass for about five minutes as Mike built up his load before emptying it inside me. During that time, I’d grimaced, winced and grunted, trying desperately to think of some homework that needed doing; all the while vowing never to get ass fucked again.

That memory flickered briefly as I lay on the floor of Sasha’s studio with my sister Helena plunging her six-inch dildo into my rear end. The irony was there, but nothing else matched my former experience. Under my sister’s expert hands, I’d felt the muscles of my rectum stretch and relax and now, with her hands gripping my hips and the rhythm of her body behind me, the feeling of getting ass fucked was at once about the hottest sex I’d ever had. Part of it was the way Helena had turned me on, how she knew exactly what buttons to press to get me both horny and relaxed. But most of it was knowing, with some incredible sensation of the taboo, that I was getting fucked in the ass by my own sister!

I closed my eyes as I felt Helena increase her rhythm, swinging to and away from me; her stiff dildo like a piston pumping in my ass. She tightened her grip on my hips and drilled the plastic cock as deep as it would go. I bit my lip, wondering if even this was just too much — then felt her withdraw and shift behind me. I stayed where I was and suddenly felt my sister’s hands on my ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them.

“Oh, Cassie!” Helena said, “Jeez, you are so hot.” I felt the sharp stab of her tongue on my ass, her teeth nipping at the skin around my puckered hole.

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

Helena leaned in to me and I felt her mouth close over my anus. I reached back behind me and pulled the back of her head deeper between my cheeks. I felt her tongue dart and probe inside the stretched muscles of my ass.

Then she brought one hand up between my legs and slipped her thumb between the sopping lips of my pussy, rotating it in wide circles as far as her knuckle would let her. Helena kept on rimming me as she worked her thumb inside a pussy that was already dripping with lust. I closed my eyes, trying to contain all the sensations and emotions running through my small head. Eventually, Helena sat back and probed my ass with her other hand, plunging one, then two fingers into my loosened hole. Dirty fucking should never feel this good, something in the back of my mind told me. I told it to shut up.

Helena began to frig me in earnest, concentrating on my hot, wet pussy while two fingers probed my asshole. My upper half collapsed onto the floor, and I felt my legs begin to shiver. I knew I was close to another bone-shaking orgasm, and abandoned myself to it completely.

When the moment came I felt a huge release, the muscles around my tight pussy contracting and loosening around my sister’s fingers. I fell onto the floor and, for a moment, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move — so I just lay there, feeling wave after diminishing wave of pleasure ripple through me.

Helena picked up the dildo harness she’d abandoned a while ago and thrust the bulbous end into her own cunt, using one hand to hold it close inside her. She fell down on me, lying on top of my orgasm-wracked body and clutching at me feverishly with her free hand, working the dildo into herself all the while.

“Oh, Cassie… oh, Cass! Oh, my beautiful sister!” she murmured, over and over again, as if delirious and lost in a fever dream.

I drew both arms around her neck, pulling her into me, never wanting to let her go. Her hair spilled around my head and I drank in the scent and touch of her. No other woman could make me feel like this, I thought.

Somewhere, amidst all this, Sasha had come forward from her place behind the tripod and was standing very close. The sound of her camera was now just feet away as my sister continued to kiss and smother my body. Eventually, I felt Helena’s lips reach my own and we kissed, losing ourselves in that glorious dance of lips and tongues as our faces moved to each other’s rhythm.

We finally relaxed, both breathing heavily, still desperate for each other’s touch, but both too sensitive for more sex play. Some time ago, Sasha’s camera had ceased to click

We lay together for a few moments more, caressing and trailing lazy hands across each other’s bodies, then reluctantly removed ourselves from the cold floor and got up to find Sasha. We quickly pulled on our clothes — playfully swapping panties in the process — and found our photographer in a glass-walled studio room some distance behind the camera. There was a strong smell of coffee.

Sasha was sitting at a computer terminal where, eventually, she looked up at us and frowned. “You two finished?” she said, her tone more than a little abrupt.

“Um, yeah,” said Helena, taking the lead. “Thanks.”

Sasha grunted. “Don’t thank me until the camera says so. I’m downloading the clips now.”

I looked across at my sister and she looked at me. We shared the same quizzical look. Why was Sasha so wound up?

Helena and I sat down on two high-backed chairs and held each other’s hands. We watched silently as Sasha scrolled though screen after screen of pictures on the terminal in front of her.

“Did you, um. Did you get any good shots?” I heard myself say. Sasha grunted, but didn’t reply.

Helena frowned, and I recognised that frown. She was starting to get annoyed. “Hey!” she said. “What’s the problem? Half an hour ago, you were telling me you needed something a little more ‘full-on’. Well if what we did out there wasn’t full-on, you’d better paint me a new fucking picture.”

Sasha turned in her seat and scowled at us. “Well ex-fucking-scuse me!” she said. “Sorry you two professional fuck-bunnies don’t know everything there is to know about this business, but there’s a big fucking difference between screwing each other and playing the camera.”

There was a silence as she let that sink in. “Just so you know, most of these pictures are useless. Lighting’s all wrong, angle’s way off and there’s no photographic progression.”

“Photographic progre-?” I began, then checked myself.

Sasha turned back to the computer and took a deep breath. “There are some good shots. Some very hot ones. But we can’t do it like this again. Next time we’ll all have to be a lot more professional.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” I said, hearing the excitement in my own voice. Sasha turned back an instant.

“Are you kidding? You two are the hottest babes I’ve ever shot. Ever. And you’re, like, real sisters. You know how marketable that is? You bet there’ll be a next time. I just don’t want you to fuck it up by getting too excited with each other on set.”

She turned back, and Helena and I shared an identical smile. Gone were the worries we’d voiced back in the car earlier. There were no secrets between us and Sasha, and it gave us the freedom to be more free and open with each other.

I reached over and grabbed my sister’s hand. I grinned at her for a moment, already anticipating all the fantastic shoots we could do together. Helena opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and frowned. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her cell phone. She frowned again, flipped the lid and keyed the ‘answer’ button.

Helena and I took the car home as fast as we could. I rang up Mom and left a message to say that my lecturer had called in sick, and that I’d be returning home early that day. My sister and I didn’t speak much on the way home, but she found my hand during a stop at a set of traffic lights and squeezed my fingers. I squeezed back.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Cassie

When I next awoke, sunlight was streaming though a crack in the curtains of Helena’s room. A radio was playing quietly off to one side, and there was a constant hissing noise in the background. I rubbed sleepy eyes and sat up alone in my sister’s bed. I felt my heart jump a little and wondered at her absence. Then I adjusted to sounds around me and realised that the hissing sound was the shower in Helena’s bathroom. The shower that was supposed to be broken.

Verrry interesting, I thought with a grin. I got out of bed and padded over to the shower cubicle. This time, I chose to announce myself by knocking on the glass door.

“Hey, sis. Room in there for two?”

There was a pause, then Helena opened the door. Her long hair looked a darker shade of blonde — wet and plastered to her head and shoulders. She had soapy water still running down her body, and the nipples on her breasts looked pert and alive. She looked the very picture of a glamour model in a nude photo shoot, and I realised why people would spend money to look at pictures of her, like the ones Sasha took.

“Come on in,” she said. “Wanna get wet?”

“Sure,” I smiled back, stepping into the cubicle. Helena adjusted the shower head back onto the rack where the water was able to reach us both.

“Ah, that feels good!” I said, as the hot water began to trickle down my spine and between my ass cheeks. Helena smiled at me, and I smiled back.

Something was wrong. Neither of us knew what to say, how to make conversation after the lovemaking we’d shared a few hours earlier. So we showered in silence, offering smiles, or small sounds of apology when my ass rubbed against her hip, or her shoulder brushed against my breasts.

Eventually, I stopped, sighed dramatically and turned to face her. Helen gave me a nervous look, knowing that we had to ‘talk’.

“Look,” I said, trying to hold my voice together, “Are we okay? With each other, I mean? After last night, I–”

“We’re good,” said Helena, hurriedly. “At least I’m good with it. Um.”

I stared into my sister’s beautiful green eyes, searching for a clue, a scrap of understanding.

“I need to know something,” I said, my voice cracking, and barely audible over the insistent hiss of the shower.

“What is it?” said Helena, touching my arm with her hand.

“Do you love me?” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes.

Helena’s eyes grew wide, and she took my face between her hands. “Oh, Cassie… is that what you’re worried about? God, yes, of course I love you. You’re my sister. I’ll always love you, no matter what.” Then her gaze grew soft and warm. “Actually, now I love you even more than as a sister. You know that, don’t you?”

“I love you so much,” I said, feeling the tears begin to sting my eyes. I couldn’t look at her anymore. She was too beautiful, too difficult for me to comprehend. “I love you so much and I–”

“Shh, shh,” Helena said, stepping toward me to gather me into an embrace. We held each other for a long moment, arms wrapped round each other’s slim bodies as the shower rained a tattoo of water down us both.

We stepped a little apart, and I smiled awkwardly at my sister. “I do love you,” I said. “I really do. But after last night, I, I…”

“You don’t want me?” Helena said, a fearful look crossing her eyebrows.

“No, God no!” I said. “That’s just it.” I took her face in my hands and caressed her cheeks. “I look at you now and I want you. Want you as a lover, like we had each other last night. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever been with, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you so much I can’t think properly, and I’m afraid, so afraid, Lena, that wanting you will hurt me, hurt us both.”

“It won’t, sis,” Helena said, pleading in her voice, “It really won’t. We’ll always love each other. That’s what sisters do. For life.”

I stared at her. “And last night? Do we do that for life?”

Helena looked down at her toes, as though I’d asked the one question she didn’t want me to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said, quietly. “I really don’t know, Cass,” she said, finally looking back up at me. She was quiet for a moment, then seemed to gather herself and stand a little straighter.

“But I do know that I want you right now, and will want you next week and the week after that and the month after that, and maybe the year… for as long as we both want to keep being lovers. I’ve never needed someone so much, Cassie. And I’ve never felt so comfortable being with someone as I have with you… and so loved. Like I told you last night, I want to do it all with you.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, thinking back to last night and how hot we made each other. “Do you think we’ve covered the list yet?” I giggled, referring to the list of sex acts we’d be prepared to do to each other for Sasha’s photo shoots.

“I think we’ve gone way beyond lists,” Helena said, a little more seriously. She reached up and caressed my face, drawing her finger across the line of my lips. “Way, way beyond,” she said dreamily, moving closer and tilting her head to kiss me. I closed my eyes and felt her lips press against mine. He arms locked around my waist and I draped mine around her neck.

We kissed under the hot water of her shower, exploring and losing ourselves in the glorious dart and roll of each other’s tongues. I felt Helena’s hands dip down past the small of my back. Her palms brushed over the cheeks of my ass, and it felt good. I knew then that there were no inhibitions with my sister. I loved Helena unconditionally, so my sex with her would be like that too. I arched my back a little and drew my hips closer toward her, giving her hands more freedom to roam. I felt her fingers start to explore the cleft between my ass cheeks, and brush against my asshole. I broke off the kiss.

“Do you still want to do it all with me, sis?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Uh-huh,” Helena said, nodding for added confirmation. I shifted a little, so that I was on one side of her, with my legs apart. I took one of her hands and folded back her fingers until just her middle finger was left out. Then I drew it behind me and pressed it up against my asshole. I left it there and put my hands up against the wall of the cubicle, police-frisk style.

“You can do anything you want with me, sis,” I said. “Anything at all.”

I closed my eyes and turned away, submitting utterly to her touch. I felt Helena remove her hand then, a moment later, she was back. Her fingers slipping up and down the split between my cheeks, exploring the crack of my ass. Without saying anything, she began to slowly push her middle finger inside me. I’d never felt anything like it before, and it made me gasp with pleasure. Just submitting myself to my sister’s whim made me feel hot. Helen began to fuck my ass with her finger very fast and deep, squeezing one, then two fingers into my well-lubed rectum. I didn’t want her to stop.

My fingers found their way to her dripping nest, and we fucked like crazy in the shower, kissing hotly until we both exploded in frantic orgasms. We held each other in the streaming water for a long time, then quietly washed ourselves clean and stepped from the shower cubicle.

Later, when we were towelling each other off by her bedside, Helena suddenly spoke, her face serious. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sis. And there’s a lot I’m learning about myself too. Especially what turns me on.”

I gave her a look of confusion. “Well, what doesn’t turn you on?” I asked.

“That’s what I want to find out,” she replied, very matter-of-factly. “The more I grew into my body, the more I learned about what turns me on. And it’s a lot. Now I want to learn where those limits are. And I want to explore those limits with you.”

I dropped my towel and stepped up close to my beautiful little sister. I put my hands to her sides and began to stroke them, from her ribs down to the curves of her hips and back up again.

“Am I your limit, little sister?” I asked, trying to sound serious, and sexy at the same time. Helena smiled, then leaned forward and kissed me very gently on the lips. She pulled be into an intimate embrace, closing the contact between us so that her breasts squashed against mine, and her long smooth legs rubbed against me. She kissed my neck once, twice, then move up to my ear and whispered;

“You’re just the beginning of my limits, Cassie. I love you more than anything, so that’s what I want to do with you; anything. Everything.” she repeated, kissing the soft flesh of my ear. “We’re not just sisters anymore, you know. You and I are lovers, now… and our adventure together is only getting started.”

I felt a shiver ripple through the whole of my body. I never knew how incredible my sister was, never knew how sexy she could make me feel. And the very thought of what we could do together made me tingle.

Just think, not long ago I was shocked and outraged by what Helena had written down on her list of things to do to me. Now that list seemed like ancient history. The taboo kiss of yesteryear between two illicit lovers compared to the fuck and tumble of teenagers these days. My lips found Helena’s neck and I kissed her soft skin. We had forged something between us that I thought was unique, and knew was utterly special. And I knew that together, we would do exactly what my little sister wanted.

As we were starting to kiss each other and make love all over again, slumped against her bedroom wall, Helena’s cellphone beeped. She broke off and, giving me a lop-sided grin, skipped over to her bedside table to retrieve the phone. She slipped the phone open and stared intently at it for a few minutes. Then she snapped it shut with a snap and put it down, padded over to her bed and lay down.

She looked up to me, nibbling at her lower lip. That suddenly seemed very sexy to me all of a sudden, where before I wouldn’t have noticed.  “It was Sasha,” she said, remaining beautifully naked on her bed. “She wants to know if we have any free time today. She wants to know if we’re ready for another shoot.”

I walked over to my sister and rolled her over, so she was lying on her back. Her ash-blonde hair spilled out into a corona around her head and she stared up at me with large, wide eyes. I clambered up over her, straddling her tummy so that she could feel the hair of my pussy tickle her skin.

“I’m ready,” I said, smiling with a certainty of conviction. I pinned her arms to the bed with my hands and bent over her body, my small breasts hanging close above her face. There were no barriers between me and Helena anymore, as far as I was concerned. But Helena frowned.

“The thing is,” she said, with that intelligence I knew I could never match, “How much do we want other people to know about us, or see us do together? Do we keep our lovemaking something private, or do we show it off, and see where it leads?”

I sat upright, feeling my pussy press against the muscles of Helena’s stomach, struck by this thought.

It was at that very moment that our mom walked unannounced into the room.

She stood, frozen for several moments, staring at the picture of the two of us naked sisters together on Helena’s bed. Lena and I did not move a muscle as the frown on Mom’s face deepened and she said, “What the hell is going on here?”

I could tell that I was going red already; blushing uncontrollably from the chest upwards, with my ears and cheeks starting to burn with heat and shame. I was literally lost for words.

But my beautiful sister wasn’t. She craned her head backwards and threw the kind of look toward Mom that spoke of a terrible injustice. “Mom, can you tell this… this bitch that she cannot come in here and use my shower, then take my stuff!”

Mom looked from Helena to me, then said, “Cassiope?” in her arbiter-of-all voice. I continued to stare dumbfounded, and blush while blood continued to rush into my neck and face. Helena pretended to thrash underneath me.

“Mom, ow! She’s hurting me. She’s such a cow!”

Mom used this as a cue to come into the room and close the door behind her. “Cassiope, get off your sister at once!” she said, waving her arms as if to shoo me away.
“Look at the state of you two. Not a stitch of clothing on either of you! What if I had guests in the house, hmm?”

I clambered awkwardly off my sister’s bed and stood there like an idiot, holding the first thing I could up against my naked body, which happened to be the little blue summer dress Helena had laid out to wear that day. I felt an enormous rush of embarrassment that Mom had almost caught her two daughters making love to each other but, worse than that, felt incredibly foolish that I hadn’t been as quick, or clever as my sister to invent an excuse.

“Now what is this all about?” said Mom, coming to stand in front of us, hands on hips.

Our mother still looked great for her age; short blonde hair — touched with only a little help from the hairdresser’s dye now and again — an angular face that she still kept wrinkle free and painted with only a little make-up, and a body kept trim by hours of swimming and tennis, the two activities she’d loved when she was younger. But since Mom had turned forty a few years ago, she’d decided that she needed to wear more comfortable clothes, as she’d moved on to a different phase in her life. Actually, a better word to describe our mother’s wardrobe would be dowdy. No skirts hemmed higher than the knee. No tops fitted to show off her breasts, which suffered only a little sag from their best years. And the shoes had lower heels too. Helena and I had used birthdays and Christmases to buy Mom some sexier clothes, but she never seemed to wear them much. It as was if she were resigned to sliding into the role of Frumpy Mom by choice, rather than age or circumstance.

Today she was wearing a long, loose beige top, her purple tweed skirt — cut daringly to expose both knees — and flat-heeled black court shoes. A string of fake pearls were hung around her neck, and a pair of large stud earrings topped off a visual package that aged her a good five or ten years. She cocked her head to one side as she looked from my sister to me.

Helena sat up on the edge of the bed, not bothering to cover herself. I noticed that she had not blushed. Not one little bit. “Okay Mom, here’s how it is,” she said, ticking fingers off one hand. “First, Cassie tells me that her shower is broke, so I let her use mine. Then, she takes all my best shampoo and empties it on her crow’s nest of a head–”

Mom went to chastise Helena for being rude, but Lena just waved it away. “Whatever. And then, while I’m getting ready for my own shower, she tries to steal my dress, Mom! I was going to wear that one today!”

Mom looked over at me. I was still blushing hard, and trying to cover my breasts and hips with the little summer dress. “Is this true?” she said.

“Mom,” I said, finally finding my voice, “This is just a big mistake. Sure, I wanted to use Helena’s shower, but I didn’t want to steal her dress. I mean, I thought it was my dress. And then she called me a fat cow and I said, ‘No don’t be mean,’ and then she said-”

“You liar!” said Helena, standing up to confront me. “I never called you a fat cow, even if you are one! Mom, I would never-”

“Tramp!”

“Cow!”

Mom intervened, her hands pushing us away from each other, and standing between us.

“All right, all right. That’s enough!” she snapped, turning her stern gaze toward Lena, then toward me. “Now,” she continued, after the calm had been restored, “It seems to me as though there’s been a silly misunderstanding which has just blown out of proportion. Cassie, I want you to apologise for taking your sister’s dress.”

“And shampoo!”

“-and hair products. Well?”

I shuffled on my feet then muttered a “Sorry.” When Mom indicated that this wasn’t good enough, I stared Helena in the eye and drawled an exaggerated “Sorry!”

Mom nodded her head, satisfied. “Now Helena, I want you to be a good girl and tidy up around here.”

Mom swept a hand over the room that Helena and I had messed up in our wild lovemaking. Mom hadn’t seemed to notice that it was both Lena’s and my clothes strewn across the floor.

“Cassie always keeps her room tidy. You could at least try and do the same.”

Helena looked down at her feet and said “Yes, Mom.”

Mom stared at us for only a second or two longer, satisfied that she had made her point, then turned her back to us; waving her hands vaguely in the air.

“And get some clothes on, the two of you.” She made her way to the door, her back to us, and Helena stepped over and squeezed my breast in her hand. I was about to do the same to her when Mom turned back to us as she opened the door to leave.

“And,” she added, wagging a finger sternly at us both, “I don’t want any more fighting. You two are sisters, for goodness’ sake. Try to kiss and make up or something.”

Mom left. We decided to take her advice to kiss and make up. We did that for quite a while. Then, though only briefly, we tried the ‘or something’ part too.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Cassie

Later that evening, after a mind-numbingly boring media class, I came home to find that Mom and Dad were out late again. I cooked myself a light dinner and had just finished eating it when I heard the door open.

It was Helena. She came in, stopped when she saw me and tried an experimental smile.

“Hey,” she said, closing the door quietly behind her.

“Hey,” I replied, failing badly at returning a natural smile.

“I’m, um, going out in a little while,” said Helena, tucking in a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Okay,” I said, trying to be cool about it all. “You want any food? I just made some pasta.”

“No, thanks,” she said, smiling. “I’m okay. See you in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Helena walked upstairs and out of sight. It was one of the most brief, and most uncomfortable, meetings with my sister I’d ever had. I felt terrible, and curled myself into a ball on the sofa as the TV blared back at me. I started replaying conversations I’d had with Helena over and over in my head. I thought about how sisters should be together; what’s the ideal model? And realized there isn’t one. I thought about modern values and what people expect of each other, and knew that none of that mattered either. Because Helena was my only sister, and I loved her. And it broke me up inside to have this distance between us.

I took that thought up with me as I went upstairs to her room and knocked on the door.

“Lena? Can I talk a minute?”

There was a vague, “Uh-huh,” so I turned the knob and walked in. Helena was sitting in front of her dresser, putting on some eyeliner.

“Hey,” I said. Lena put down her make-up and turned to look at me.

“Wow!” I said. “You look fabulous.” And she did. Helena was wearing a loose red vest top, short skirt and strappy high heels. She had brushed her blonde hair back and put on some wild make-up with glitter on her lips and cheeks.

She smiled back at me, almost demurely. “Thanks.”

“Listen, Lena, about this morning—”

“Yeah, it was pretty intense, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, I wanted to say that—”

“Listen, Cassie. If you want to forget the whole thing, I’m good with that, I just—”

“No, no, no,” I said, holding up a hand to stop her. “Lena, what I was going to say was that I’m cool with it. Really. It’s, it’s no big deal.”

Lena gave me her best Mr. Spock look. “Really?” she said.

I nodded, walking over to her bed and sitting down. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to gather my thoughts. “Well, it’s not, like, your everyday thing,” I said, talking to my feet. “It’s not like, um—”

“It’s not okay, is it?” said Lena, turning in her seat to face me.

I sighed again, then looked up at her. “No, it is,” I insisted, as much for my own benefit as hers. “It really is. Listen, I’ve been thinking about it all. I’m good with it. All of it. What you said earlier was true. We should be comfortable with each other, no matter what.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what. And yeah, let’s make some money out of it if we can, right?”

Helena smiled at me, jumped up from her seat and gave me a hug, and I was happy to squeeze her back just as hard.

“Hey,” she said, settling herself on the bed beside me. “You wanna come out with me tonight? I’m going out to meet some friends at Sharkey’s, then find a club to go dancing.”

I felt a little uncomfortable, having never really got to know very many of Helena’s friends, but didn’t want to ruin the new closeness we’d just regained. “Okay, sure,” I said. “Give me ten minutes to throw some clothes on.”

I left Helena’s room and went to my own. For speed’s sake, I picked out a brown mini-dress I’d bought a couple of months ago. I’d kind of bought it to wear in the summer, given that it was pretty loose, with tiny shoulder epaulettes to hide a bra strap, and a two-inch chiffon ruff around the hem making it seem longer than it was. It would do for a party. I pulled on some heels (not too high, if I wanted to dance—and I did!) then sat down to do my hair and makeup. Again, for speed I just brushed my hair back and pinned it behind my ears with a couple of clips so it didn’t fall around my face when I was dancing. I put on some simple makeup; lipstick, rouge, liner and eye shadow just to highlight the features. Nothing as elaborate as my sister’s. Then I hooked in a couple of nice diamante earrings Lena had bought for me years ago. I hoped she would notice they were the ones she bought for me.

I grabbed my handbag and met up with Lena downstairs. “Nice job,” she said, looking me up and down as I came down the stairs, “for a quick turnaround.”

“Eat me,” I said, giving her the finger. Helena laughed and bit the side of her lip, not saying anything, but holding that wicked smile.

“So, where are we going?” I said.

We ended up in Sharkey’s bar for a couple of hours before moving on to a club that Lena said she’d been to a few times recently. She hoped to meet up with a couple of friends while we were there, and wanted to introduce me.

By the time we got to the dance floor-thumping edifice of Zone-out, we were both pretty drunk, and very merry. We danced together to a few tunes, each of us losing ourselves to the music as we twirled and moved. Although Zone-out wasn’t the biggest place I’d been to, it was—like any good club—pretty well stacked. Helena and I danced around each other for a while, then my sister grabbed my head and shouted into my ear: “Follow me!”

I nodded back to her and set off behind as she wove her way through the crowd. She made her way to the washroom and slipped inside. I followed her, wincing at the relative silence as the door closed behind me. Lena was checking out the cubicles. Seeing they were all empty, she beckoned me over to the last one. Her face was glowing with that devil’s smile.

She pulled me into the tiny cubicle and closed the door. “Okay,” she said, trying to be matter-of-fact. “I’ve always wanted to do this. There’s a friend of mine out there who’s never met you, but I want to see if they can spot the difference.”

“Okaaaay…” I said, waiting for the punch line.

“So let’s get changed, Cassie! You into my clothes, me into yours!”

“What, everything?”

“Yes, everything!”

I looked at her, then giggled, suddenly seeing the enormously funny side of it.”Yeah, sure. Why not?”

We hurriedly started fumbling to take our own clothes off; elbowing and knocking each other as we did so—each time thinking it was funnier and funnier. Eventually Lena got out of her miniskirt and top, and had slipped off her sandals, bra and panties. We theatrically swapped each other’s underwear, formally thanking each other for the gifts. I slipped into Helena’s panties and felt the slightly damp material against my skin. We’d shared each other’s clothes—even underwear—before, but not halfway through an evening. It felt odd, and strangely sexy, to be wearing Lena’s panties.

I squeezed into Lena’s top and miniskirt; mentally aware of my slightly larger frame, then turned to her. “Does it look okay?” I said.

“Fabulous!” said Helena, effortlessly looking gorgeous in my brown mini-dress. We swapped footwear and, as we did so, the door to the washroom opened, flooding the room with thumping noise. Someone must have heard us scuffling because there was a pause before a knock on the door.

“Uh, excuse me, are you okay in there?”

“Yes, thanks,” I said, as soberly as possible.

“Yes, thanks,” Helena mimicked in a squeaky voice. The visitor obviously picked up on this.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” she said.

“Nothing,” I said.

“Just getting friendly, that’s all,” Helena added. “Wanna join in? There’s plenty of room in here.”

The presence by the cubicle door shifted. “Fuck you, sister,” the woman said.

“No, thanks.” Helena giggled. “I’ll fuck my own!”

This sent the two of us into fit of giggles that last way after the washroom door opened and closed once more. We composed ourselves—slightly—and took some deep breaths, finally opening the door to the cubicle to appraise each other in the mirrors by the washbowls. Lena slipped an arm around my waist and I did the same, feeling her softness underneath my own dress.

“Are we gorgeous, or what?” said Helena, fixing me with a wink.

“Gorgeous,” I said. “Definitely gorgeous. Hey, what about your earrings?”

“Nice pick-up,” said Helena, unhooking the green amber earring she wore and swapping them with mine. She didn’t seem to notice they were the ones she’d bought me.

“Hairclips,” Helena said, holding out her hand. I unclipped them and she put them in.

“Dammit. I’ve got no sparkles,” I said.

“Sparkles?”

“Your lipstick. I haven’t got any glitter sticks.”

“Doesn’t matter. Just stand still.”

I did so, and Helena leaned forward, gently pressing her mouth against mine to rub off some of the glitter on her lips. I felt that same slightly electric thrill ripple through me as Lena did it. It wasn’t really a kiss, but close to it, and the alcohol had broken down a whole town wall of my inhibitions already.

“Mmm, nice,” I said, winking at her.

Lena grabbed my hand a squeezed it. “Very,” she added. “Come on, let’s go. Me first.”

Helena slipped out into the main hall, and I followed a minute or two later. I smoothed my hands down my front and legs, feeling my sister’s clothes hot against my skin. I felt incredibly horny.

Almost as soon as I got outside, I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see a college girl with short brown hair and big, wide eyes smiling at me.

“I thought it was you, girlfriend,” she said, leaning in to give me a hug. I’d never seen her before, but she must have been this friend Helen was talking about. I helped myself into the embrace and felt the other woman run her hands up and down my back.

“Why didn’t you call me?” she breathed into my ear.

“I, um, I—” I started, then found myself at a loss for words as the woman pressed her lips against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

“Mmmm,” she said, between kisses. “God, you taste good.”

Almost as soon as she said it, I felt her hand travel down my back and the grab my ass. I felt myself getting very turned on. Partly because of the alcohol, partly because I’d never properly made out with a girl before, but mostly because I had my sister’s damp panties against my crotch.

I carried on kissing this mystery girl, tickling the back of her neck with my fingers and feeling her nails paw at the fabric of Helena’s skirt against my ass. It didn’t seem to matter that we were in the middle of a noisy nightclub full of people.

The brunette finally broke off the kiss and stared dreamily at me. “Wanna go?” she said.

I was tempted. I sorely was; wholly taken by the moment and the prospect of hot lesbian sex with a girl who thought I was my sister. But some other practical part of my brain was still functioning. I leaned forward and kissed her nose. “Promised myself to someone else tonight,” I said.

The brunette sighed. “Bitch,” she said. “You’re mine next week.”

“Maybe!” I said, slipping out of her embrace and winding my way back to where Helena and I had been dancing earlier. I found her right there; dancing under the pulsing glare of the spotlights. It was another weird, surreal feeling; like going back in time and watching myself or something.

I was struck by two things; how similar my sister and I really looked, and also at how hot she looked wearing my own clothes. I danced up to her and grabbed for her hand. Lena focused hazy eyes at me and smiled, grabbing me back and pulling me into a half-dance, half-hug. I was deliriously happy right then, and feeling very uninhibited.

“She thought I was you!” I shouted into Lena’s ear.

“Who?”

“I don’t know! Some girl with short brown hair! She kissed me and grabbed my ass!”

“So would I!” my sister shouted back at me. “You look so hot!”

“You too!” I shouted, and I knew I meant it.

We danced together for goodness knows how long, until we felt so tired we could barely walk. Helena and I staggered together outside, and got a cab miraculously quickly. Beyond the heat of the nightclub, it felt freezing outside and we hugged each other close for warmth. We carried on doing the same in the cab, and it didn’t escape the notice of the driver.

“Hey,” he said, staring at us in the mirror, “you girls are friendly, huh?”

Lena had buried her head into my shoulder and was draping one leg over my knee. “Uh, huh,” I said, stroking the side of my sister’s face.

“You two an item?” he said. “You look like twins.”

“Hey,” I answered back. “You drive. We grope. Okay?”

The driver snickered, but didn’t answer back.

By the time we got home, both of us had sobered up a little. I paid the taxi driver and followed my sister to the front door. Lena fished out the key from her purse and we let ourselves in.

It was dark in the house. Mom and Dad were still away. Helena skipped into the main room and put on the lights. I locked the door behind me and followed her in.

“Whooo,” Helena said, pirouetting on the floor between the sofas and TV. “I need a drink, and some music,” she said.

“I’ll get the drink. You get the music,” I said, wondering how long I would last until sleep claimed me.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. When I came back, Helena was lying fast asleep on the sofa. I put the unopened beers on a coffee table and sat down next to my sister. I stroked the hair back from her face and stared at how pretty she looked.

“Hey,” I whispered gently. “Hey, come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get you to bed.”

Helena muffled a response that was somewhere between “humph,” and “gnaah.”

I knelt down on the floor and put my head close to hers. “He-le-na,” I said, in a sing-song voice, “come on, baby sister. Time for bye-byes.”

This time the answer was a more definite mumble of, “Fuck you.”

I paused a second, looking at her. Then, on impulse, I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. At first she didn’t respond, but after a couple of pecks, I felt her kiss back.

She opened her eyes and stared dreamily at me. “Are you kissing me?” she said.

“Yes,” I whispered back, leaning forward to kiss her again. “Now get up, you lazy bitch, and get to bed.”

Helena smiled, kissed me once more and began the long, slow, torturous process of sitting upright. She looked sleepy, tousled and gorgeous. “Okay,” she said, stifling a yawn. “Let’s go.” And with that, she promptly slumped back down.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” I said, grabbing at her shoulders. “Come on, little bunny. Get up.”

“Only if you kiss me,” she mumbled.

I leaned forward and kissed her briefly. “Okay. Now to bed.”

Helena struggled upright. “Only if you kiss me,” she repeated, pouting at me. I kissed her again and she clumsily got to her feet. We stumbled up the stairs to our shared landing.

“Okay,” I said, “into your room.”

“Only if you kiss me,” Helena said, half giggling. I kissed her again, pecking her lips in frustration. We made it into her room, and she sat on the bed, staring at me with a silly grin on her face.

I stood, hand on my hips, staring at her.

“You want your clothes back?” she said.

“Yes, please,” I said.

Helena giggled. “Only if you—”

She didn’t get to finish as I jumped her where she sat. We rolled around on top of her covers as I tickled her mercilessly. We stopped, a few short moments later with her bed covers in a mess, tangled up in each other. Helena had somehow pinned me against the bed and was lying half across me. Our legs were entwined and I could feel the fabric of the panties she’d swapped with me against my thigh. I could also feel her own leg between mine; pressing up against my crotch. Our tops had ridden up during the wrestling match and the skin of her tummy was hot next to mine.

We stared at each other, and I felt a wave of eroticism rush though me. Helena wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered.

I shook my head slowly and saw her eyes drop. “Only if you kiss me,” I whispered back.

Lena looked sharply at me, a frown on her brow. Then she smiled, and I smiled back. She leaned down and kissed me; at first very tenderly, our lips connecting and disconnecting with loud smacking noises. Then we kissed again, and I felt her lips part. Her tongue met mine, and I lost myself in her.

Helena pressed her crotch against my leg and I felt her pussy, damp beneath my panties. The closeness of my sister and the smell of my own clothes mixed with hers was intoxicating. Helena pressed herself against me — first her crotch, then her thigh between my legs, then her breasts against mine. Our arms were wrapped around each other and her hair fell in a cascade around my face as her tongue made deep explorations in my mouth.

We rolled to our sides, legs still entwined, and I smoothed the hair away from the side of Lena’s face. We stared at each other for a moment. My heart was thudding in a way it never had before. I’d never felt this aroused, and the anticipation of sex with my own sister had my body pulsing with excitement. I felt myself trembling and couldn’t stop it.

“Hey, hey,” Helena said, in her quietest voice. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

I closed my eyes and felt her fingertips against my cheek, soothing me. I drank in every tiny sensation of the closeness of my sister. Taking my sister’s hand from my face, I drew it to my mouth and started kissing her fingers; slowly at first, gently, then more ardently. I felt Helena shift a little on the bed, but I didn’t care. I kept my eyes closed, lost in the sensation of nuzzling her hand.

I felt her move again; not to draw her hand away, but to kneel beside me. I felt a coldness where Helena was no longer pressed against me, but was too intent on kissing her fingers to stop. She was talking softly; telling me how beautiful I was, how much she adored me. I felt her other hand rest lightly on my knee, then begin to travel upward; inside my thigh. The tickling sensation was incredible, and as Helena’s free hand reached my crotch, I felt something like an electric charge ripple through me. She ran her finger up and down the fabric of the panties I had swapped with her. She could feel how wet I was beneath them, and how erect my clit had become.

“Touch me! Touch me!” I whispered urgently.

I felt Helena slip one, then two fingers beneath the elastic at the side of the panties, then once again felt that glorious electric moment as her fingers touched the flesh of my pussy. I had stopped kissing her hand and had parted my lips, pulling her fingers into my mouth and sucking on them. I felt Helena rub her fingers up and down the slick wetness of my pussy, and groaned out loud at the incredible sensation she was giving me.

Suddenly, Helena withdrew her hands, both from my mouth and from between my legs. Immediately, I yearned for more; arching my back.

“Let’s get undressed,” Lena said simply.

I opened my eyes and watched my sister pull the mini-dress she wore over her head, seeing her in a light I hadn’t previously reserved for anyone—boy or girl. Her body was glistening slightly with a sheen of sweat from our initial lovemaking. Her breasts, the nipples hardened to dull bullets, bobbed slightly as the dress pulled away. I reached out and touched them, feeling their softness beneath my fingertips.

Helena sloughed off the dress, then took my hand. “Hey, get naked,” she said. Her voice was incredibly calm. I didn’t trust mine to speak without cracking or sounding weird, so said nothing. Helena, now just wearing the panties I’d swapped with her, sat kneeling beside me; looking me up and down. I raised my hips and shrugged my sister’s panties past my ass cheeks, raised my legs and pulled them down, then off. I unclasped the skirt Lena had swapped with me, and slipped that off too.

Now naked from the waist down, I knelt up beside Lena and gathered the hem of the bra-top I was wearing. I was pulling the top over my head, had my arms crossed either side of my head with the top covering my face when Helena said: “Stop.” It was so quiet, but so insistent, I did just that.

I felt Helena shuffle toward me until our bodies were very close. She ran her hands up and down my front, rubbing my nipples with her palms as she did so. I couldn’t see a thing and my arms were crossed so that I couldn’t move them very much. There was another shift and I felt the warm, wet sensation of Helena’s tongue against my right nipple. Her lips closed on my breast and she began to lick and suck at me.

She let her hand travel down over my stomach to briefly tickle the hairs on my pussy before clamping onto the inside of my open thigh. I wanted to take the top off and hold her, but something told me Lena had done this for a reason. And despite the urge to do what I wanted, I took enormous erotic pleasure from her telling me what to do. Lena’s other hand was exploring my back; from the nape of the neck down to the small of my back. She gripped my thigh as her other hand explored my ass cheeks; smoothing, then pinching them.

“Oh God, Cassie,” she said suddenly, urgently. “There’s so much I want to do to you. So much.”

“Then do it,” I whispered back, almost breathless. My arms were beginning to ache, but I didn’t dare move them. “Do it!” I said again. “Do it all to me, sis!”

As if that were the last floodgate, I felt Helena bite the nipple she had in her mouth. There was at once a shock of pain, but followed by an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Almost immediately, she moved away and I felt the hand she had behind me dip between my ass cheeks. Two of her fingers stretched the cleft open, and a third pressed against my anus.

“All of it?” Lena said, her mouth now close to my ear.

“Yes. Yes!” I breathed, turning to kiss her.

Helena suddenly pulled the top over my head and grabbed my sides, turning me toward her. We stared at each other for the briefest of moments; drinking in the insatiable lust we had for each other, then Lena pulled me toward her and we embraced again; kissing each other with an urgency as though the world would end.

We collapsed onto the bed; seemingly inseparable; our hands roaming uninhibited over each other’s bodies. After a time that felt like hours —but wasn’t nearly long enough—Helena broke off the kiss and moved down my body, kissing every inch of my skin. I watched her move down past my stomach and open my legs wide. I felt the tickle of Lena’s hair between my legs and watched as she flicked her hair over her shoulder, then lowered her mouth to my pussy and began to kiss the swollen tip of my clitoris.

The sensation was incredible, like hot coals sliding over my engorged clit. Her tongue was so soft, so wet, and she licked me slowly, like lapping at the edges of an ice-cream cone. I watched her going down on me, losing myself in the heat of the moment, wondering why we hadn’t done this before, why I hadn’t truly understood how sexually attractive and irresistible my sister was until this night.

At that moment, Helena looked up at me across the landscape of my own body and her eyes locked onto mine. Her tongue had slipped beneath my clit and was worming between the lips of my pussy.

“I love you, Lena,” I said. “God, I love you!”

Helena closed her eyes and lowered her mouth to my pussy, enclosing my clit as her tongue flicked inside me. I reached down and threaded my fingers into my sister’s hair, holding onto her as she made love to me with her mouth and tongue. Wave after wave of ecstasy shook through me as Helena drove me toward the most incredible orgasm of my life. Her hands were like sexual explorers, complementing the efforts her tongue was making between my legs; roaming up and down my naked torso, gripping my hips when she sucked on my clit, then scratching softly with her fingernails against my tummy when her tongue was lapping at me. I felt the heat within build to an incredible height, losing more control of myself with each second my sister ate my pussy.

“Oh God, Lena. I’m going to come. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!” I squealed. Finally I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled Helena’s head away from my burning pussy. Lena quickly knelt beside me and drove three fingers into the wet hole her tongue had just made love to. I felt her fingers stab into me; reaching deep inside as I climaxed.

I shouted, completely out of control. Through glazed eyes I watched Helena’s fingers pump in and out of me as a huge contraction rocked my body. I felt the muscles in my vagina tighten, then felt what had to have been a torrent of cum spill out of me and onto the bed.

“Oh yeah!” said Helena, working my pussy inside and out. “Oh fuck, yeah, Cassie!”

She fell beside me, fingers still inside my pussy, and kissed me hard. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her against me, desperate for her tongue. She tasted warm and salty, and I knew that it was the taste of my own pussy I was sharing. Lena drew her fingers away from my crotch and brought them dripping up to my face. We broke off our kiss and I took them hungrily into my mouth; eager to suck my own cum off her fingers. Helena fucked my mouth, slowly easing her fingers in and out as I licked them clean. We kissed again, Helena reaching back down to my wet crotch to cover her fingers once again in my orgasm. This time she brought them to her own mouth to suck. We stared at each other.

“I never knew you tasted so good,” she said. I smiled up at her, struck dumb by how beautiful she looked. She fell back down beside me and we held each other closely, sharing gentle kisses and caresses. After a time, I lie back, feeling the storm of my orgasm ebb and fade.

“Next time,” I said, still aroused, “you have to fuck me with a strap-on.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So I can grab hold of your hips and pull you inside me.”

“Is that right? Anything else?” she asked, mock-annoyed.

“Yeah, actually. In between fucks, you can get me some water.”

“Kiss my ass,” said Helena.

I looked over at her, and grinned. “Okay!” I said. I sprang back at her on the bed and we began to wrestle once more. But this time Helena wasn’t giving me much of a fight. I shoved her onto her front, then pulled her legs up so that she was kneeling on all fours.

“Kiss your ass, huh?” I said. Helena was quiet.

I knelt behind my sister and tugged at the panties she still had on, pulled them down to her thighs and stared at her ass cheeks. She had a beautiful, smooth ass, and it had been the target of more than one or two hopeful taps. I used my hands to spread her cheeks wide open, so I could see the tight, puckered hole in between.

“Kiss your ass,” I repeated, then leaned forward and planted a fat, wet kiss right on the whorl of my sister’s anus. “How do you like that?” I said, grinning. I bent forward once more and did it again, crushing my lips against Helena’s tender rosebud, then knelt back and giggled.

Helena was silent. Instantly, I wondered if I’d done something wrong. But her voice, so quiet and calm, stopped me. “Do you know how much that turns me on?” she said.

“Turns you on?” I repeated, a little dumbfounded.

“Yeah,” Lena said, huskily. “Do it again.”

I did. But this time, I leaned forward slowly and let my tongue make contact first, letting it glide up and down her butt crack, feeling Lena’s hips sway as I did it. Her anus was slightly salty to the taste. It felt good, and fired my crazy lust even higher. Once more I progressed from gentle licks to something more urgent. I rasped my tongue up and down the tight pucker of my sister’s ass; feeling her cheeks brush against my face with every lick.

Helena was moaning, and I knew she was experiencing dirty thrill I’d felt when she went down on me. And, in a way, licking my sister’s anus was just as hot, and twice as wicked. I let my teeth pinch the skin at the side of her hole, then leaned back, staring at that gorgeous ass.

“Did you like that?” I said, trailing my forefinger up and down her crack.

“Um, God, yeah!” said my sister. She twisted around to peer at me, but her hair formed a curtain around her face and I couldn’t read her expression. “Put your finger inside me,” she said. “Fuck my butt, Cassie!”

I did as I was told, pressing my finger against the tight hole. I watched one, then two knuckles disappear up inside my sister’s rectum, and felt the heat and tightness inside her. I began to probe her with that finger, pulling and pushing, watching Helena’s body move in time to my touch. I used my other hand to keep her buttocks spread wide, giving me a great view of the proceedings.

“More!” she breathed. “Gimme another finger!”

I pulled my finger from her asshole and slipped it into my mouth, adding my middle finger. When they were both good and wet, I pressed them both against my sister’s rosebud and started to press them inside her. Helena moaned, feeling herself being stretched even further. But pretty soon I was buttfucking Helena with a steady tempo, pushing as deep as I could go into her back door.

“Oh, Cassie! God, that’s s-so fuckin’ good! D-don’t… oh shit, don’t stop!”

Helena was getting close to a climax, and I hadn’t yet done what I really wanted to do — get a taste of her pussy. I pulled my fingers out and leaned forward, once again licking at her ass. This time her sphincter had relaxed and when I flicked out my tongue, I could roll it around the inside rim of her rectum. It felt incredible. I used my hands to spread her ass as wide open as I could, pressing my face against her as I thrust my tongue in deep. I felt Helena’s legs start to tremble — and if my sister was anything like me, that meant she wasn’t far away from an explosive orgasm.

I pulled back again, quickly shifting so that I could slip underneath my sister — her pussy directly over my face, mine beneath hers. I used my hands to draw her hips down toward me, and felt the warmth between her legs as Helena lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was so wet, I felt like I might drown rather than suffocate! My sister tasted wonderful beyond anything I could imagine — as earthy and musky as my own pussy, but in some unidentifiable way, even more extraordinary.

Within moments, I felt the hot stab of her own tongue against my own pussy. Helena curled an arm around my thigh and started to use her fingers on me; teasing the soft lips open, then slipping two fingers inside. I squirmed to get an arm free, then managed to get my hand close enough to Helena’s pussy to lather two of my fingers in her nectar. Then, pulling my hand back away, I managed to get round to her beautiful ass, and used those lubed fingers to explore her nether hole once more. I felt Helena’s body jerk when she knew what I was doing. I got both fingers as far up her ass as my body position would allow, twisting them around inside while I concentrated on eating her pussy. My jaw began to ache, but I wasn’t going to stop until I made my sister come.

Helena bucked her hips against me, grinding herself into my face. I felt her shudder violently and, at that moment, she lost control, slumping forward between my outstretched legs, wailing into the bed sheets as she came. I felt her pussy contract, and a warm trickle of her essence drip into my mouth. I gulped it down, holding on tight as I felt my own orgasm smash into me like a fist.

The two of us lay motionless for several minutes, Helena slumped on top of me in reverse, clinging onto one of my ankles. I had my eyes closed, and was running my hands over her beautiful ass again and again. Eventually, as though being mindful of a possible sports injury, Helena disengaged herself and crawled up the bed to lie beside me. We nestled together, smoothing the hair from each other’s faces as we stared at one another through sleepy eyes.

Helena threw an arm across my body and settled her head against my shoulder. I heard her say “I love you,” then I was fast asleep.

I woke once, during the night, feeling the cold chill of the room prickle my skin. For that dizzying half-second of wakefulness, I was lost and confused, not knowing where I was. Then I realised that the bed sheets were not my own, and that the reduced space was caused by the body of my sister, sleeping naked beside me. Helena had curled into a foetus position, with her back to me; long blonde hair spilling over her face and shoulders.

I pulled the covers up over both our bodies, and settled back down, lying as close as I could, so as to feel the touch of Helena’s skin against my own.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Jody and Lisa

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

It was the end of a long day.

I’d arrived in town just that afternoon with a rented car and my meager belongings. My sister, Jessica, was letting me stay with her until I got settled — though she’d warned that her one-bedroom apartment was not large.

I had no idea, yet, how I was going to survive here in the city, but I couldn’t stay at home any longer. My parents had thrown a fit when they read my diary and learned about my sex life.  Most offensive to their mid-western values was my increasing preference for women.

No daughter of theirs would ever be a lesbian, they vowed.

So I chose not to be their daughter, and left.

Now, here I was with my sister, celebrating my independence.

After we’d showered, Jessica took me out for dinner and introduced me to sushi, which I’d never had before.  I was skeptical, but after my first taste I was hooked.  We drank some sake, too, but it wasn’t quite my style.

Instead, we opted to pick up some wine on the way back to her apartment. We sat on her couch and talked all evening.

Eventually, I told her how I’d come to my hasty decision to move.

“Jenny, you know, the only difference between you and me,” my sister said, “is that you got caught.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You’re not the only one who prefers women,” she added.

I did a double take, then broke into a smile. I hadn’t expected this, but it was so cool. It seemed especially fitting that our narrow-minded parents had produced only lesbian daughters. My sister, just a year older than me, hinted at the lengths she’d had to go to hide her sexuality from the family. Moving to the city had seemed like the best thing, as soon as she was old enough.

I hugged Jessica, feeling closer to her than ever before.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll take you out to the one of the lesbian bars,” my sister promised. “We could both find some action. I haven’t been laid in a month.”

She told me stories about friends and lovers she’d met in the local lesbian scene. I couldn’t wait.

“Time for bed,” said my sister eventually.

It was nearly 3 AM.

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed, slightly drunk. “Shall I sleep on the couch?”

“Not unless you want to wake up as a pretzel,” Jessica joked. “No, you should crash with me.”

“Thanks,” I said, then groaned when I saw what a mess my pile of suitcases and bags was. “Gotta find something to sleep in.”

“Worry about it tomorrow,” my sister said. “You can borrow something of mine.”

Something of hers, it turned out, meant something exceedingly sexy. In her bedroom, Jessica had a drawer stuffed full of lingerie and delicate nightwear. She just loved the whole ultra-feminine look, she explained.

I liked it myself, but I had to agree even more when my sister selected two matching baby doll and panties sets: one pink and one yellow.

“Here,” she said, handing me the top from one set and the bottom of the other. “We can be cross-matching.”

“Now that’s sexy,” I said, feeling the sheer material.

“You can change in here,” Jessica explained. “I’ll use the bathroom.”

I took off all my clothes and put on the stunning pink baby doll. It was a just a wisp of ornate lace flowing across my breasts, with a little bow at the front to hold it together. The panties were even more revealing; a delicate sliver of yellow fabric that barely covered my pussy. It teased its way up the crack of my ass and was held in place by bows at my hips.

It was a good thing I kept my pubic hair trimmed down to nothing to complement such an outrageously sexy pair of underwear.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and just wanted to touch myself all over. I tried putting my hair up, imagining myself in the eyes of a lover. Searching for a hair tie, I opened my sister’s bedside drawer. There I found what I was looking for, and much more: I spied a few toys, and explicit pictures of my sister with other women.

I looked away quickly, but the images were burned into my brain. My sister. Making love to women. In this bed.

Just then, Jessica came into the room.

“Like this?” I said.

Putting her hands on my hips, she tugged my panties up so that they rode high.

“God, you look good in that, Jenny,” my sister said as she stood behind me.

She put her hair up to match mine. We looked gorgeous, side by side at the mirror, I had to admit. Matching bodies, matching blonde hair, matching faces, matching lingerie…we could almost have been twins.

Jessica climbed into bed, and I walked around to the other side.

As I slid under the sheets beside my sister, it really hit me that I was finally away from the stifling conservatism of home. At last, I was free to be myself. And tomorrow night, I would make my debut in the lesbian community.

It made me feel very adult, and kind of sexy, too.

I was acutely aware of my sister’s body in the bed beside me, and of my own near-nakedness.

I thought about the pictures.

“Goodnight, Jenny,” said my sister.

“‘Night, Jess,” I replied.

I leaned over to give my sister a goodnight kiss and she propped herself up to receive me.

It was supposed to be just a simple sisterly kiss, but the moment our lips touched it felt like something else. The kiss was brief, but we parted slowly.

I gazed into my sister’s eyes and smiled.

“I’m so glad you came to stay with me,” Jessica whispered.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” I told her.

She rolled towards me slightly and I met her halfway for a second goodnight kiss. Though our lips were dry, we lingered against each other.

We were both grinning.

“What?” my sister asked.

“Enough already,” I giggled and leaned toward Jessica again.

Kiss number three was anything but sisterly. My lips meshed with hers. Tentatively, my sister’s tongue slid outward. Willingly, I received her into my mouth. I felt myself flush as our goodnight kiss nervously rose beyond mere curiosity.

Our gazes locked as our mouths parted, burning with questions.

“Let’s stay up a while,” Jessica whispered as she smiled. “Let’s do that some more.”

I nodded my agreement just once before her lips touched mine again. Hungrily, we devoured each other’s mouths and tongues. The minutes drifted by while our passions blossomed.

“Mmm, Jess,” I purred. “This is a surprise.”

“I didn’t expect to be doing this,” my sister whispered.

“Me neither,” I replied. “But I like it.”

It was a lie. I didn’t just like making out with my sister. I loved it.

Jessica gave me a nervous smile, revealing her equal desire.

Of course sisters shouldn’t even have such desires, let alone explore them. My sister Jessica was all I had in the world now, and I think she felt the same bond with me. This night marked the beginning of a special union between us. In the heat of the moment, somehow, our alliance begged for consummation.

Our bodies drew closer.

“You’re so beautiful, Jenny,” my sister whispered.

“I must be a mirror,” I told her.

I put my hand around Jessica’s waist and touched her warm skin, felt her breathing, slow and deep. As I explored higher, her breath quickened.

“Is it okay if I touch you, Jess?” I asked, needing to be certain this wasn’t just my imagination.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Her face, just inches from mine, arched forward and started to make out with me again. I hummed softly while my fingers traced the contour of my sister’s breast. I circled each, once, twice, then focused in on one nipple. All the while, we hummed contentedly, french-kissing.

I squeezed my sister’s breast as I crossed another plateau of excitement.

Gasping for air, Jessica pulled back to watch me.

I looked at her and smiled. Never breaking eye contact, I lowered my mouth to her chest. I let my tongue gently drift across the fabric of her baby-doll until I found my sister’s nipple.

“Mmmm, Jen,” she purred. “You have no idea how much you’re turning me on, sis.”

Through the lace, I suckled at my sister’s breast until her nipple stood firmly erect. It didn’t take much to tease the other into a matching state.

I moved up and cuddled into my sister’s embrace. The warmth of our bodies reflected the strength of our feelings. It was more than a sexual attraction, so much deeper than that, yet that was what we wanted to share with each other, and even the taboo of incest couldn’t quiet our newly-discovered desires.

“This is so naughty,” my sister giggled.

“It’s nice being this close to you,” I replied, caressing her arm.

Jessica reached down beneath the covers, touching my waist, my hips, slowing to stroke my ass.

“I like girls, you like girls,” my sister said. “It’s only natural that we’d like each other, too.”

I sighed with appreciation and stirred under her caresses.

“I wish we’d known this years ago.”

“No need for regrets,” Jessica soothed, stroking my face. “We’re together now.”

Jessica pulled the sheets and blankets away completely, revealing our bodies side by side in the half light. I saw my sister’s lips form an ‘ooh,’ of admiration.

“Let’s stay up, Jen,” my sister whispered.

“I really love you,” I replied.

“I love you, too,” Jessica said.

We spent several minutes making out some more, grinding our breasts together until my nipples stood firm, too. When I felt my sister’s hand reach my thighs, I spread my legs for her without hesitation. Jessica’s fingers were soon drifting closer and closer to my pussy, and I was starting to get wet in anticipation.

I pulled away from her slightly and shifted my position so that I could touch my sister, too. Her knees parted and I reached tentatively between Jessica’s legs. I let one knuckle run across the face of her panties, feeling the soft heat that lay beneath.

My sister sighed and giggled.

Her hand cupped my quim as she moved to kiss me.

We set ourselves to the task of diddling each other in earnest.

Our pussies, still framed by our matching panties, grew wetter and wetter.

I’d never been so turned on in all my life.

Gasping for air, we paused and gazed into each other’s eyes.

My sister and I sat up to get a better look at each other. Jessica released the bow that held her top closed, and peeled it off. I did the same, but teased her as I slowly exposed my chest.

Jessica reached forward and took one breast in her hand, then sank forward to do as I’d done earlier. I whimpered with delight as my sister’s mouth sucked at my nipple.

I tried twisting around to do the same back to her again. With no further cue, we settled down in opposite directions, hungrily mouthing at each other’s breasts.

This was heaven.

I reached further up Jessica’s body, enjoying the luxurious pleasure of her skin. My sister’s smooth stomach gave way to her curvaceous hips, and below her panties lay the ultimate taboo. The reality of our decadence struck me with full force as I gazed along the fabric crease that concealed Jessica’s pussy.

I yearned to worship at my sister’s feminine temple, to share with her the utmost sisterly intimacy.

I was drawn irresistibly, crawling up her body.

I felt my sister’s mouth lose it’s purchase on my breast with a wet pop as I climbed on top of her. Jessica moaned in anticipation as we drew our bodies into a sixty-nine.

“Oh god, Jenny,” she panted. “I love you.”

As I examined the sliver of panties that concealed my sister’s pussy, I could feel her touch on my inner thighs. Jessica’s fingers glided along the sides of my underwear until she reached the twin bows. The warmth of her breath washed across my cunt, causing me to tremble in anticipation.

I was dripping wet with excitement.

“Please do it,” I begged her. “Don’t stop.”

My sister pulled the ties that held my panties together, at the same time as I freed hers. I felt my underwear fall away, leaving my naked quim hanging right above my sister’s face.

“Ohh…your pussy’s so beautiful, Jenny,” she purred.

I pulled Jessica’s panties away slowly, savoring the sight of each inch of bare flesh. The tender ridge of her clit came into view, followed by the moist lips of her cunt. My sister was shaved clean just like me, and her pussy was brimming with the sweet fluids of her arousal.

I kissed all around her shining crevice, building her anticipation even higher. Little kisses dotted around the flatness of her loins, tender mouthings of her inner thighs, and lingering traces of my tongue in the valleys of her innermost thighs.

Jessica whimpered sweetly when I peeled her cunt open with my fingers.

I was so horny that I could barely breathe.

I took a tentative swipe of my sister’s honey with my long tongue. The folds of her pussy melted just like butter. The taste of her was intoxicating.

“Oh sis, yeah, oh yeah,” Jessica panted as I pressed my mouth into her depths.

I wiggled my hips to entice my sister into returning the favor. Sure enough, I felt her hands on my ass, pulling my loins down toward her. I will never forget that moment: the first time I felt the warmth of my sister’s mouth covering my pussy.

There are no words to describe the excitement I felt.

It was impossibly beautiful,  too good to be true.

My sister and I, together and free and desperately in love, entwined in our identical bodies, delirious with desire as we celebrated our first incestuous sixty-nine, a circle of sisterly devotion, drinking each other’s most intimate nectar.

“Mmmm, God yes,” I cried out between licks.

Jessica spread my lips open and buried her tongue deeper inside me. I pushed two fingers into my sister’s crevice and focused my tongue to the now-protruding nub of her clit. She gasped and stroked my back.

It was so intense that I sank further onto her, my breasts pressing into her stomach as hers squashed up against mine. I could feel the twitching excitement building in my sister’s belly. I wanted to make her come so badly, and she was almost there.

“Suck it, Jen,” my sister begged. “Just suck my clit.”

I pressed my whole mouth against Jessica’s sweet pink button as she did the same to me.

We stayed like this for minutes, hovering ever closer to the brink of climax. I could barely stand it. When I felt my sister’s first little convulsion, the searing glow of my passion burst forth in an intense explosion of orgasm.

I closed my eyes and saw the circle complete: two blazing white heats merging into one. It was like time no longer held meaning as my sister and I finally came together. Her body and mine trembled in moaning bliss, Jessica’s mouth on my clit and mine on hers.

When our mutual orgasm finally subsided, we stayed in that position. Jessica softly tongued the honey that dripped from my cunt, while I lapped lovingly at her swollen opening.

Eventually, without a word, I turned around and cuddled up beside my sister.

Jessica pulled the covers back over us before we could cool off. The morning sun was starting to penetrate the drapes. The clock said 5:48 AM. We’d been making love for a couple of hours.

“That was fantastic, sis,” I said finally.

Jessica kissed me on the nose and held me closer.

“You’re the best,” she said.

My sister and I slept half the day, and when we awoke there were no regrets. We made breakfast and then took a shower together in the late afternoon. Jessica and I held each other close under the warm spray of water, whispering and giggling.

Then after we emerged dripping and dried ourselves off, we went straight back to bed and started all over again.

We never made it to the bar that weekend, or the next.

We didn’t need to.

As sisters, we had each other.

The End

By Cassie

In the morning, I got up and made my way into the bathroom. Shucking my panties and extra-large t-shirt, I started the shower and got in. I shut the door of the cubicle and felt the warm water cascade down my head and back.

I had my eyes half closed when I noticed movement outside the door — and it startled me so badly that nearly slipped and fell.

There was a light tapping on the door. “Hey, Cassie, it’s me,” said Helena.

“Lena? Jeez, Lena, you almost killed me! What do you want?”

“My, um, my shower head’s broken. Can I use yours, sis?”

“Lena, I’ve only just got in. You’ll have to wait.”

There was a pause, then Lena chirped, “Okay.”

I watched her frosted-glass image move away from the door and back into my room. I finished my shower hurriedly, then grabbed a towel on my way out. Helena was lounging on my bed, a towel wrapped loosely around her.

“Hey,” she said, flashing me a smile.

“Sorry I snapped,” I said. “You did kinda startle me.”

“It’s okay,” she said, getting up. She walked over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks,” she said, letting her towel drop to the floor, leaving her naked. I looked away as Lena went to enter my bathroom — then she stopped and turned back to me.

“Hey,” she said.

“What?”

“What’s wrong with this picture?” she said, frowning.

I frowned right back. “What do you mean?”

“I said, what’s wrong with this picture?” she repeated, looking annoyed.

I shook my head, not sure I understood what my sister was talking about — but also worried that I might understand all too well. “I don’t get it,” I said.

“Okay,” said Helena, suddenly adopting a very sexual pose, raising her arms up to push up her hair, pushing out her breasts and dropping one side of her hips. She stared at me in a sultry way.

“So what’s wrong with this picture, you sexy bitch?” she said, running her hands down her own body and turning to squeeze her ass cheeks.

“Helena, stop it!” I said, suddenly angry.

Immediately, Helen dropped the pose and gave me a sad look. “You see, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” she said.

“Huh?”

Helena sighed. “You seemed perfectly natural looking at me naked when I was annoyed. But when I tried to be sexy, you got angry with me. It’s a shame that you’re more comfortable with me being angry than you are with me being sexy.”

She gave me a “we’re all losers” smile, then padded into the bathroom. I heard the shower start.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to think. There was a part of me that was still mad at Helena for bringing up this whole “sexy sisters” thing, but there was a greater part of me that was disappointed in myself, because I knew Lena was right. I shouldn’t feel more comfortable looking at her when she was angry and sad than when she was smiling and sexy. I supposed it was a long-term natural response between siblings to get annoyed at each other and take it out on each other. But it was also like sisters to make up quickly.

I thought about that, then made an impulse decision. I got up, walked into the bathroom and opened shower the door, making Lena yelp. She was soaped up and had one hand between her legs, the other one holding the shower head not far away from her crotch. She hadn’t washed her hair yet. Lucky for me, the shower head was facing the other way.

“Hey,” I said, suddenly uncomfortable. “I, uh, I wanted to say sorry. Again. You’re right; I shouldn’t be like that. I, uh, I’m sorry.”

Helena fixed me a look, then gave me a beaming smile and threw her arms open wide. I shrugged off the towel I had wrapped around me and stepped into the cubicle. Helena pulled me into a hug and I embraced her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

We held each other for a moment, then pulled back — only a little –and she said, “See? This isn’t so bad, is it?”

“No,” I said, smiling despite getting wet once more. Lena kept holding me.

“Stay with me,” she whispered. I wondered if this were another test, but found myself nodding anyway. Lena giggled and squeezed me harder. The she turned her back to me and stepped back under the cascade of water.

“Hey,” she said, “do my hair for me?”

“Sure,” I replied, picking up the shampoo bottle and squirting some of the soft fluid into my hands. I moved up close behind my sister and started rubbing the shampoo into her long, wet hair. As I worked it into her scalp, I was aware of my body brushing against hers. I felt my nipples graze her back, and her ass was touching my thighs. I heard Lena moan as the sensation of the head massage and hot water relaxed us both.

“Is, uh, is this the kind of thing you meant?” I impulsively said, pressing my nude body against hers. Helena leaned back into me until we were in a close back-to-front hug, my breasts squashed against her.

“Kind of,” she said, throwing a smile over her shoulder at me.

“Or was it more like this?” I said, running my hands down her shoulders and over her breasts, feeling her raised, hard nipples underneath my palms.

Lena squealed. “Cassie!” she said. I giggled back at her and pinched her sides, making her squirm even more.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming,” I said.

Helena turned to face me and pulled me into a tight embrace, rubbing her breasts up against mine.

“Bad, bad girl,” she cooed, smiling. I smiled back. Then she leaned forward and planted a full kiss on my lips.

“Bet you never saw that coming,” she whispered as she pulled away.

My impulse — or was it a sense of competition? — took me over. I leaned forward and kissed her again, opening her mouth with my tongue. I felt her jerk a little, then react to my kiss. We rolled our tongues inside each other’s mouths for a few moments.

When we pulled away, neither of us was smiling, but we couldn’t tear our eyes from each other.

“Bet you never saw—” I began, then caught my own breath as I felt Helena dip a hand between my legs and touch me there, trailing a finger through my cunt.

She stared at me. “How far do you want this to go?” she said, her voice husky.

I pressed forward a little, moving into the touch of her hand. Somehow the hiss of the shower seemed a long way away. I drew closer, wanting to taste my sister’s kiss again.

In that split second, almost as if it were on cue from a film production, my cell phone rang. Despite the moment, the closed door of the cubicle and the loud insistent hiss of the shower water, I could hear that annoying tinny sound wrench me back to some kind of normality.

“I, uh. Fuck! I’ve got to—” I stammered, backing into the door and opening it. I stumbled out, snatching up my towel and wrapping it around me as I reached my bedside table and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” I answered, realizing how broken my voice sounded. I didn’t dare look round to my shower, in case I saw my sister staring at me. The hiss of the water was still loud in my head.

“—on photos. Can you hear me, Cassie?” I heard the other person on the phone speak. From somewhere in my head I picked out the voice and recognised it; Tamara, a college friend who I studied media with.

“Huh? Sorry, Tam. I was on another planet there. What was it you said?”

There was a theatrical pause as Tamara took an overly deep breath. “I said, do we need to bring in that book on design journalism and photos for class today? Only I’ve lost mine, and wondered if I’d left it at your place.”

“Oh. Um, I haven’t seen it, Tam. Hold on a minute.” I put the phone down to look under the bedside table but couldn’t see the book Tamara was referring to. I picked up the phone, resuming the conversation. It didn’t seem to matter, as Tamara had moved on to talk about why Paul, her boyfriend, hadn’t come to see her last night. That’s when I realized that this call was, once again, more about Tamara’s fractured love life than about any stupid textbook.

I sat by the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, only half-listening to my friend talk about how worried she was her boyfriend didn’t think of her often enough. The minutes ticked past. I had trouble keeping my mind on the call, and away from the very intimate and shocking intimacy I’d just shared with my sister.

Tamara accused me of not listening, which was true, got all snippy, then cut me off. I snapped my cell phone shut and opened my eyes. The sound of the shower had disappeared, and the cubicle was empty. Sometime during the call, Helena had left my room and I hadn’t even noticed.

I got dressed, left my room and knocked on her door. There was no answer, I turned the handled and went inside. It was empty. Shit. Helena had gone already.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Cassie

A week passed by before Helena brought up the subject of the photos once more. We were both sitting downstairs watching nothing much on TV and nibbling on some popcorn. Dad was in his study and Mom had already gone to bed. Helena was sitting at one end of the sofa and I was lying back on the other end, my legs crossed over her thighs. Helena was trailing her hand lazily up and down my feet and lower legs.

“We need to talk,” said Helena, quite suddenly.

“Uh, huh,” I said, fumbling blindly at the popcorn bowl.

“I, uh, I spoke to Sasha today.”

“Sasha?” I said, not paying my sister much attention.

“Yeah, you know; the photographer. The woman we saw last week.”

“Uh, yeah. Right.”

There was a moment or two of silence.

“Well, she was telling me that the photos she took of us together have gone down a real storm.”

“Uh, huh? Cool.”

It took a few moments for my sister’s comments to sink in.

“Went down a storm?” I said, looking away from the TV to give my sister a look. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? I thought you said these were just private pictures, to get over your weird thing for erotic photos.”

Helena squirmed a little on the sofa, and let her hand fall away from my leg. “Well, I, uh. I wasn’t exactly telling the truth,” she said, offering a lame smile.

I swung my legs off her lap and sat up. “You mean you lied to me,” I said, sitting upright.

“Cassie, no! Well, not like that. I, uh….” Helena trailed off and sat up with a sulky look. We both sat in uncomfortable silence as the TV blared on. Suddenly, Helena turned toward me and shuffled across the sofa until she could reach for my hand. She took it and I let her twine her fingers around mine.

“Cassie, I’m sorry. I should have explained. Sasha makes her money by taking pictures, and overlaying them with paints, making original artwork pieces and selling them. That’s what she did with one of our pictures. But she paints it so you can’t recognize who it is. Really.”

I humphed back at her, but let her carry on playing with my hand. “Which picture?” I said.

“The first one; of you and I in a clinch, kissing,” said Helena, smiling over at me. She squeezed my hand as she said it, as though she were pleased with it.

I waited a few more seconds, pouting and looking angry. Lena was now trailing her fingers up and down my arm, trying to placate me.

“So did she sell it?”

“Uh, huh. She made enough to pay for the costs of our photo shoot, and to invest in a little more.”

“Invest in a little more? What does that mean?”

Helena brought her hands back to mine and clasped them, being serious. “Cassie, Sasha spoke to a friend of hers who runs an erotic website. He gave Sasha space on his site to show the painting she made. She said it was so well received, the guy would pay for the original picture. Cassie, the guy said he’d pay for a whole photo shoot of just you and me. And that money would come to us!”

“We’d get paid to go on his website?” I said, screwing up my face.

“Yeah! It’d be so cool! We could take false names and do our make up and hair differently! Wear lots of clothes and really sexy lingerie!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, pulling my hand away from hers; hating myself for not picking up on something once more. “Did you say this guy had an erotic website? Like porn?”

“Well, yeah,” said Helena, slightly offended. “Where do you think pictures of two sisters getting off together would be popular?”

“We weren’t getting off, we were—”

“Cassie, the pictures look like we’re getting off together. That’s what people want to see. That’s why it’s such a good act. Remember, I said it was only role play?”

I nodded, but remained unconvinced.

“Cassie, we could do a photo shoot for this guy next week and it would pay off our credit bills!” Helena said, taking up my hand again. I sat there, thinking about what Helena was saying, and trying to work out my answer.

“So what does this guy want; more of the same pictures? You and I hugging, play acting?” I said.

“Well,” said Helena, becoming quite cagey. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I mean, if this is what we want to do, we’ve got to work out what we’re prepared to do, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, so there’s an opportunity for us to make money. And there’s a really big market in the adult industry for two hot sisters, right?”

“If you say so.”

“I do. So, the question is, how far are you prepared to go? As play acting?”

“I, uh… I, I don’t know,” I said.

We sat there quietly for a moment or two. I got the feeling that Helena had said the hard bit but was now facing a new challenge.

“Listen, Cassie. Let’s be honest with each other. No false modesty. We’re pretty sexy, right? As a couple of girls.”

“Okay…”

“No, I mean it, Cassie. Look at us; we’re both young, pretty and in good shape, right?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, automatically beginning a critical checklist of my physical shortcomings.

“Okay. And we’re hot, right? I mean, you are way hot in your cheerleader stuff. If I were a guy, I’d be tight in my shorts at the sight of you. I’m telling you, I would. Cassie, even as your sister, I can see how hot you are. Imagine how hot we must look to other people.”

“You think I look hot?” I said, throwing her a look.

Helena raised her eyes heavenward. “Cassie, we’ve got an opportunity to make something big out of this, but we’ve got to face facts. Guys want to see us getting it on, and we’ve got to work out what we want to do to make that difference.”

I nodded my head but didn’t say anything. On her usual impulse, Helena jumped off the sofa and grabbed some paper and a pen from the pad near the phone.

“Okay. What about this?” she said. “We both write five things that we’d do with each other as a play-acting role in a photo shoot. Make them five things from the thing you’re most comfortable with, to the thing you’d be prepared to do for a million dollars, okay?”

I looked at the excitement in her eyes and sighed. “Okay,” I said. “Give me the pad.”

“Uh-uh,” she said. “We do this separately. And read each other’s notes before talking about it again, okay? I’ll post mine under your bedroom door in ten minutes, and you slide your note back out to me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, suddenly amused by the thought of posting secret notes to each other, the way we used to do when we were very small. I took the pad and got up.

“Remember,” said Helena, “this is truth or dare stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, walking up the stairs to my room. I got in and closed the door. I sat down at my dresser and looked at myself in the mirror. What was I doing? Pandering to yet another of my little sister’s crazy plans. But this plan is chance to make some money, a little devil said in my ear. So let’s take it seriously. I picked up the pen and started doodling on the paper. What would be first? Well, if we’ve already done it, then I suppose it’d be the most comfortable. I wrote:

1. Hug you in a tight clinch.

I thought about what else we’d done, and thought of number two:

2. Kiss you on the lips.

I then tried to think about what would really turn guys on about seeing two sisters together, and though back to the other week when Lena came to wake me up:

3. Us rolling around naked on a bed.

I had two left, and tried to be creative and daring. What would make someone pay to see us? I remembered an old Playboy film I’d seen years ago and thought of number four:

4. Soaping each other down in the shower.

I got a writer’s block at number five; split between something very daring, and something tame. I heard a noise outside the room and saw a slip of folded paper slide underneath the door. Knowing the person my sister had so recently become, I quickly wrote:

5. Undressing each other and playing with sex toys.

Then I got up, retrieved the note and slid mine the other way. There was a whisper from the other side.

“My room. Five minutes.”

“Okay,” I whispered back. I got up off the floor and padded back to my chair. I sat down, holding my sister’s note-list in shaking hands, realizing that my heart was thumping like it would do if I’d received a love letter. I licked my lips, took a deep breath and opened the note, reading my sister’s answers.

1. Kiss you (with tongues)
2. Caress you (naked).
3. Share a strap-on with you
4. Lick your pussy
5. Finger and lick your asshole

I looked at the note, a little dumbfounded. I put it down, picked it up and read it again, then folded it carefully and put it back down. I stared at it; this inert little piece of paper sitting on my bedroom dresser that could have huge implications for my relationship with my sister. Sure, we’d always been frank with each other; even about sex — as a joke for her sixteenth birthday, I’d given Lena a vibrator; it backfired a little when she opened it in front of our grandparents. We’d talked to each other about our feelings for other people, even our wishes and desires — some of them — but this seemed like nothing we’d ever done, or shared, before. Not even close.

After a few minutes, I heard some movement outside my door, then Helena’s gentle tapping.

“I said five minutes in my room!” came the urgent whisper.

Suddenly I was angry that Lena thought I would dance to her tune this time. “Go away,” I said, loud enough for her to hear.

There was a pause and I saw Helena’s shadow move. “Hey,” came the reply, softer. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Still incensed, I got up and threw open the door. “What’s wrong?!” I whispered loudly. “Am I okay?! No, I’m not okay, Helena. And how can you say, ‘What’s wrong’?”

Helena looked nervous, even apologetic. I stood there for a moment, letting her see that I was angry, then turned away and walked back to my dresser, leaving the door open. Helena let herself in and closed the door quietly. She walked over to me and stood next to my chair.

“Is it the list?” she said, as if it could have possibly been anything else. I choked back a reply, then picked up her list and held it up, still folded.

“List?” I said, shaking it at her. “This isn’t a list, Lena. This is disgusting.”

“Hey, it’s not disgusting. I said we’ve got to be honest about this, and about what we’d be prepared to do. These are boundaries that—”

“These aren’t boundaries,” I hissed. “These are sex games, Lena. Dirty sex games with each other!”

“They’re not!” Helena said, kneeling down to hold my hand. I drew it away from her. “Cassie, these are the things to show how much we trust each other. How much we could role play without hurting each other. It’s like the falling trick, right?”

Everyone knew the falling trick. As part of a group, you had one person blindfolded in the center of a circle, and got them to spin round and round until someone said, “Stop”, then you had to fall backward and trust the person to catch you. Very few people ever trusted the person behind to catch them, so never fell entirely, or without bracing themselves first. When I first did it with Helena, we were just into our teens and in summer camp. We never let each other fall. Not ever.

“It’s about trust, Cassie,” repeated Helena. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do these things with me in front of a camera but you. And I would never do anything to hurt you either. You do believe me, don’t you?”

Despite my anger, I nodded. But I was drawn back to the list my sister had written. I held it up again. “Licking my ass? Sharing a strap-on?”

“Sure. I wouldn’t trust anything that had been inside anyone else.”

I shook my head, not understanding. “Kissing? With tongues?”

Helena rolled her eyes and smiled. “That’s easy,” she said. “Actors do that. You can make it look real without it being like a kiss with your boyfriend. You kiss the other person’s lower lip, then lick it as you pull away.” I gave her a look of suspicion, but Helena rolled her eyes at me. “Cassie, some of that stuff is third-grade drama teaching. But you can tell the difference, you know. That’s why real actors use role play, not bad techniques, to make it look real. I mean, if I were going to kiss you, and make it look real, I’d actually want to kiss you, tongues and everything. Doing it fake would make it look fake.”

“So you use role play,” I said.

“Exactly!”

“And how does this work?”

“Well,” said Helena, moving away from me to sit on the edge of my bed, “I’ve been thinking about this. As far as I can see, there’s three ways it could work. If we both want to take this forward and get something out of it for ourselves.”

She sat for a moment, collecting her thoughts, then ticked off one finger with the other hand.

“First way — and these aren’t in order of preference, or anything, just in case you ask — is to do it the fake way. We stage manage each photo shoot, each individual photo, to make it look as though the two of us are in erotic positions together. I don’t think that will work, as I’ve already said.

“Two,” Helena ticked off another finger, “is to use role play and work ourselves into positions where we can interact naturally in front of the camera. We can use blindfolds, alcohol or all kinds of ways to give each other a different personality if we’re going to do sexual play together.”

I winced at the term “sexual play,” but tried not to let it show.

“Three. And this is something quite different. Three is that we have fun naturally.”

There was a pause as I waited for further explanation. It didn’t seem to be coming.

“Naturally?”

“Yeah. Like we just have sex with each other because we like it and because we trust each other.”

“Right.”

“Hey, you wanted my opinion, sis.”

“Yeah, I know. They all sound a bit weird to me.”

“Of course they do. But that’s the fascination of seeing two sisters together.” Lena got up, all of a sudden. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

I took my sister’s hand and followed her out into the hall, then into her room. I sat on Lena’s bed while she fired up her computer. While it waited to warm up, I glanced around me and noticed that Helena had a framed picture of us in our cheerleader outfits beside her bed. I smiled, then saw that there was something smudging the glass and went to pick it up. I stopped myself as I recognized what the smudge was. A perfect lipstick kiss, right between the two of us. Why would Helena kiss our picture?

“Okay, here it is,” said Helena, double-clicking on her mouse. I got up, leaving the picture alone, and walked over to her desk, kneeling on the floor beside her.

“Here’s what I’m talking about with fake,” she said, pressing the “play” icon on her desktop. A new window fired up and a video appeared of two red-haired twin sisters undressing each other in a bedroom. The two smiled and giggled at each other, drawing fingertips over each other’s arms and shoulders as they undressed. At one point the two leaned together and kissed very lightly on the lips. The clip ended, and Lena clicked into a new electronic folder.

“Okay now look at this,” she clicked another “play” icon and let the video run. A window sprung up and I saw a slightly more grainy video start with two different twin sisters, both with identical long dark hair, walk into a motel room and close the door. Almost immediately, they closed in for a very intimate embrace. They kissed for a minute or two, not holding back at all, and then moved onto the bed. The camera zoomed in to the two of them kissing again, then panned down and stayed on the shot of one twin reaching into the panties of the other, moving her fingers around as her sister moaned. I was fascinated, and slightly annoyed when Helena clicked the mouse and the scene jumped.

“Watch this bit,” she said, sitting back. The image jumped to the two sisters, fully naked on the bed, with one crawling up the other’s body to kneel over her sister’s face. The one underneath began to use her tongue between her sister’s legs, licking her pussy and playing with her ass at the same time.

I looked away, realizing that my heart was beating faster than it ought to. “Jeez, Lena. I didn’t know you were into this kind of stuff,” I said.

Helena turned off the computer and looked at me. “Cassie, I wanted to show you the difference. Those first two girls only did that video. No one wanted a sequel. But that second one. That second one had thousands of hit on its website within the first couple of weeks. Hundreds of thousands. All pay-per-view. See the difference?”

I nodded, my head reeling with images of the videos I’d just seen, of my sister’s picture of us with a lipstick kiss on it, of the two of us being photographed together. Having lesbian sex.

“I, uh, I need to think about this,” I said, getting up. I walked to the door but Helena stopped me and turned me to face her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, closing in for a hug.

“What for?” I said, my voice muffled by her blonde hair.

“For upsetting you,” she said, running her hands up and down my back. “If you want to forget about all this, just forget it. It’s no biggie.”

We stepped apart and Helena smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Love you,” she said.

“You too,” I replied. I turned and left, went back into my room and went to bed. Surprisingly, I slept well.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Cassie

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

My sister and I model together. You may even have seen us on the internet now and then. Not that we’ve got a website or anything, but you know how these pictures find themselves on the web, right? Well, what led us to that is what this story is about. But it’s never as simple and easy as it sounds, setting a story like this down on paper. Anyway, I’ll go back to the beginning, because back then everything seemed so much simpler, and a hell of a lot more innocent.

My younger sister, Helena, had always been the pretty one in our family. Mom had always said so to tease me, knowing that I had a place on the cheerleader squad and no end of cute boy suitors, but she was right. Helena had the kind of clean, simple beauty that didn’t need much make-up to make her look stunning. Like me, she had long blonde hair that behaved itself without the use of too much hairspray; a natural color-mix of ash- and strawberry-blonde. The two of us were about the same height; a little over average, and we both looked after ourselves, in our own ways.

But Helena had a jaw and cheekbones that framed the beauty of her face perfectly. Some women look stunning when they have time to get up, scrub and put on some make-up. Helena was able to achieve that as soon as she opened her eyes. It made her very popular at college, even more popular than me, but Helena never showed too much interest in the pursuit of others. She concentrated on her studies.

So when, at the age of eighteen, she was stopped in a shopping mall by a guy with dark glasses and a leather trench coat saying she was the most perfect specimen for his “artistic creation”, flattering her with his off-hand compliments and promises of stardom, it didn’t come as a shock to her. Mom was sceptical, and rightly so, even though at the first shoot, at which Mom chaperoned my sister, the guy seemed totally professional with a full photographic studio set, and magazine covers bearing his “creations”. That first shoot was all about lighting, apparently, and Helena was given long, flowing dresses to wear, in which she looked gorgeous in a girl-dressed-as-a-grown-up way.

So on the second shoot, Helena was allowed to go on her own and this time, the guy showed his real colors. Helena came back saying that his “artistic creations” were fairly explicit, involving a lot of fruit that Helena had to hold against her naked skin, because the lighting apparently demanded it. Mom called the police and they raided the guy’s house, finding several more explicit images that Helena hadn’t mentioned. And in these ones, the fruit wasn’t just held against her skin. I must admit that I got the green-eyed monster a little, even though the guy had tricked my sister and exploited her. There was just a little part of me that craved that kind of attention.

The whole experience had had an effect on Helena. Just not the one Mom or I expected. Rather than become a little withdrawn and inhibited, Lena seemed to have discovered her teenage wings. She spent a lot more time on her cell phone, and a lot more evenings having to explain to Mom why she was so late back from a friend’s house. Her wardrobe changed, too. Rather than the older, slightly more frumpy styles she used to wear, Helena now wore tighter-fitting, more fashionable clothes. Personally, I found this change refreshing, seeing my sister become a little more like me, and someone whose new clothes I could borrow!

It was on an evening a couple of months later, playing a computer game in my room, that Helena and I talked about her experiences at that photo shoot.

“Actually, it was pretty cool,” she said, leaning her body to one side as her virtual car skidded round a corner on the screen in front of us. Helena was dressed casually, in jogging pants and a vest top, her long blonde hair left to fall around her shoulders. My hair was identical to hers, even if it covered shoulders a little more toned, and less finely boned than hers.

“What was cool?” I said, leaning my body in the same direction as I gunned my car to chase hers down.

“The photo shoot,” she said. “It was pretty cool.”

“The first one?” I answered, giving most of my attention to the screen in front of me. I was determined not to lose to my sister. Again.

“Well, yeah, that too,” she said. There was a pause as the fender of my virtual car nudged the bumper of hers. I’d hoped to push her car off the road, but had only succeeded in giving it a further nudge of acceleration.

“Damn it!” Then I stole a curious glance at Helena. “What do you mean, ‘that too’?” I said, flicking buttons with my fingers to change gears and speed up.

“Well,” Helena said, effortlessly splitting her attention between talking to me and swerving round old cars to reach the final, “I liked getting dressed up and all, but it was kind of difficult to let go with Mom sitting ten feet away.”

“Let go?” I said, watching with dismay as another computer-controlled car shot past my one.

Helena’s car sped across the finish line and a colorful “WINNER!” slogan lit up the screen. She dropped the game pad onto her lap and turned to look at me.

“Yeah, let go. Like, get into the mood of the shoot. Like an actress in a film. Anyway, it was cool the way I could do that in the second shoot.”

“Are you kidding me?” I said. “That guy made you take of all your clothes and do that — do that fruit thing!”

Helena squirmed a little on my bed, looking uncomfortable. “Well, kinda,” she said, cagily.

I put down my control pad, not bothering to see if my virtual car had limped over the line in last place. “Helena…” I said, using my best Mom voice.

Helena suddenly brightened up, grabbed one of my hands in both of hers and pulled it onto her lap.

“Cassie, it felt so free and uninhibited, being photographed like that.” There was a pause as I watched her look away for a moment and squeeze my hand. She looked back at me; a wicked little glint in her eye. “It wasn’t his idea to take my clothes off,” she said, blurting out the admission. “It was mine.”

“Yours?”

“Uh, huh. It just felt, I don’t know, it felt natural.”

“And what about the fruit? Was that your idea too?”

“No. But I didn’t mind at the time.”

“You didn’t mi—” I began, then broke off, incredulous. “Helena, he made you put that fruit inside you. He took pictures of you doing—”

“I know, I know,” said Helena, holding up a hand to stop me. “And it was wrong.” Then she brightened again and the devil glint was back in her eye again. “But it was so… so erotic, Cassie. It was like nothing I’d felt before.”

“Erotic? Helena, what are you saying; this guy turned you on?”

“No, silly. Not him. He was creepy and a bit too obvious about enjoying seeing me naked. But the feeling of being photographed; knowing the person doing it thinks you’re gorgeous. Knowing that everyone who looks at your picture thinks you’re gorgeous. Know what I mean?”

“Well—” I began, but Helena was already a step ahead of me.

“Cass, didn’t you get a thrill when the Sidewinders won the college cup and they took all the photos of you and the other cheerleaders?”

I flicked a glance toward one of my bedroom dressers, where a framed picture of that momentous evening sat. I was dressed in my cheerleader outfit; one arm around Amanda, my best friend and fellow cheerleader, and one arm around Josh, who mistakenly thought he would get lucky later that evening.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, remembering how good it felt.

“Okay, so what about the photo shoot before the game? All you girls had to look sexy, right?”

“Yeah…”

“And it didn’t feel good?” Helena said, squeezing my hand.

“Well, yeah, I suppose it did,” I admitted.

“So let’s do it!” said Helena, pulling at my hand, suddenly excited.

“Do what?” I said, wondering if she wanted me to stick up for the creepy photographer or something.

“Let’s get some pictures taken, of us, together,” she said. And that was when the bombshell hit me.

“You want someone to take erotic pictures of us… together?” I said.

“Yes!” said Helena.

I pulled my hand away from her. “Lena,” I said, levelly. “Are you a lesbian?”

Helena deflated noticeably. “Aw, jeez, Cass,” she said. “Don’t you get it? This is role-playing. Acting. It’s incredibly erotic, and if we do it together, neither of us is likely to get… y’know, exploited. See, I know this other photographer. A woman. She’s so nice and totally cool. Come on. Try it out already. Just once. For me.”

I thought about it, and reluctantly said yes.

Later that night, once Helena had gone back to her room and I’d got ready for bed, I stood in front of the my full length mirror and thought about what she said. It was a side of my sister I’d rarely seen; something wild, daring. She seemed almost elemental when she spoke about the eroticism of the photo shoot.

I thought more about her proposal too. Why had she said that? Had she been more rattled by the creepy guy than she cared to admit? Was this part of her plan to carry on doing something that interested her, but without being alone? Was she attracted by the prospect of “facing her fear”? Then I thought about why I’d said yes so readily. Normally I would have said no, flat out — sometimes just because I was feeling bitchy. But Helena seemed so enthused, so determined. Something inside me just went click, and I said yes.

On an impulse, I grabbed the hem of my nightshirt and hauled it over my head. I stood in front of the mirror and gave myself a critical appraisal, turning this way and that to look at my own body. I was suddenly conscious of the prospect of being photographed and a built-in fear of body-image kicked in. I looked hard at the naked body facing me. I was a little more toned than my sister; defined where Helena was soft, and my breasts and hips were a little bigger, a touch wider, but not so much as you’d notice. I realized I was being picky. Helena was only a year and a little bit younger than me, and we were often mistaken for twins such was our similarity. When we both wore our hair down and had similar clothes on, we looked a lot alike. But how would we look without those clothes on?

I pulled my nightshirt back on, got into bed and turned the light off. At that point, I had no idea how advanced my sister’s plans were. Helena was way ahead of me.

The following day I didn’t see much of Helena. She was busy with college classes, and so was I. We chatted over dinner, but her proposal of last night didn’t surface. I wondered if she had had second thoughts about it, and let it drop from my mind. But later on, as I was getting into bed, I stood naked in front of my bedroom mirror once more and stared at myself again. This time, I let myself twist and turn like a model, striking little poses to see how it looked. After a few minutes, and feeling a bit foolish, I went to bed.

The next day, I woke up to a knock on my bedroom door.

“Cassie, Cass! It’s me. Open up.” I rubbed sleepy eyes and yawned.

“Door’s open,” I called out. I heard the handle turn and Helena brushed in like a warm breeze. She was wearing her low-cut pajamas and looked like she’d been awake for some time. She walked straight up to my bed and sat on the unmade covers.

“Come on, lazybones,” she said, excitedly, shoving at me with one hand. “Get up and get showered already. We’ve got a busy day!”

“Get lost,” I said, a stock answer. Helena started bouncing up and down on the bed, giggling. “Come on, get up, you lazy bitch. We’ve got things to do!”

I felt Helena move the covers, then her hand was snaking underneath them, reaching in to pinch and tickle me.

“Ow. Get off,” I said, trying my best to ignore the way her hand was grabbing chunks of my flesh.

“I’ll pinch your ass,” she said, reaching again to get underneath me.

“All right, all right!” I muffled, wriggling away to the cold side of the bed. Giggling again, Helena dived under the covers to chase me. She could be so irritating. I felt her barrel into me underneath my bed covers and was suddenly struck by what this looked like; two hot sisters rolling around together underneath the bed sheets. I scrambled out of bed and stumbled over toward my bathroom. I looked back through a thin veil of uncombed hair and saw my sister grinning wickedly underneath my covers. I used the bathroom, took a quick shower, then went back into the main room. Oddly, Helena was still lying in my bed, snuggling up under my own covers with her eyes closed.

“Hey,” I said, rubbing a strand of hair between two ends of a towel. “Thought you said we had things to do.” Helena looked up and threw me a guilty look, then flashed a smile and threw the covers back.

“That’s right,” she said, bounding up to me and giving me a hug. “Lots of good things to do today.” I felt her press her hands against my back, pulling me closer to her. I gave her a light hug back, then pulled away.

“So what’s the hurry?” I said. “What are these ‘good things’?”

“Get dressed and get your war-paint on,” Helena said. “We’re gonna take some pictures.”

I felt my heart sink a little, and an image of me posing into my mirror brought a foolish flush to my cheeks. Helena twirled away and out of my room.

“Fifteen minutes!” she called out as the door closed behind her.

It was a hot summer so I got dressed in a simple tartan ra-ra skirt, with a white top and sneakers. I made my way downstairs to grab some breakfast. Mom had already gone to work and the house seemed quiet. I poured myself some orange juice and was just thinking about some toast when Helena wandered into the kitchen.

“No time for that,” she said, pointing to the bread slices in my hand. “We’ve got to go, sis. Time is money. Or could be.”

Helena was dressed in a mid-length summer dress with a green and white-hoop print. She wore a thin, wide belt around her waist and small, outdoor slippers.

“Jeez, Helena,” I said, setting the bread back on the counter. “You’re being a real hard ass this morning.” Helena walked behind me and slapped my rump as she went past.

“I think you’ve got the hard ass,” she said, giggling. I frowned again. Was my sister on something?

I finished my juice and we went outside to my little car

“So, Helena, what’s this photographer like?”

“She’s been a photographer for three years, and has experience of shooting still life, nature and erotic pictures.”

“Experience of ‘erotic pictures’?”

“That’s right.”

I closed my mouth and carried on driving. It took me another twenty minutes to drive to Vermont and Bainbridge, then it took us another five minutes to find this woman’s studio.

I parked up and Helena got out, flipping her cell phone.

“Sasha, hi, it’s Helena. Yeah, yeah. We’re in the car park. Okay, I’ll see you in a minute.”

Helena closed her phone and gave me a bright sunny smile. “Come on,” she said, “this way.”

I walked around the car and Helena took my hand. We walked, hand-in-hand, toward a small warehouse. In front of us, a little warehouse door opened and a woman wearing shorts and a t-shirt stepped out. She raised a hand and Helena waved back. As we got closer I could see that the other woman was a little shorter than my sister and I, a little thicker set, and had short dark hair.

“Hiya,” she drawled in a southern accent. “I’m Sasha. You must be Cassandra,” she said, extending her hand. I let go of my sister’s hand and shook Sasha’s.

“Cassie,” I said, by way of introduction, “or Cass.”

Sasha gave me the once-over; from head to toe, then moved to one side and extended her hand. “Come on in,” she said, giving us a lop-sided smile. I walked into the warehouse and was aware of my sister giving Sasha a kiss as she walked in. It looked kind of friendly.

The photographic studio itself was pretty small; just a room about ten square meters with some lighting umbrellas and props including a sofa and some chairs.

“Okay,” said Sasha, her voice loud in the small room. “Helena tells me you want some erotic photos together, right?”

“Um, I guess,” I said.

“And you’ve not done this before, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay. First thing’s first. I’m going to take several different lots of photos and you’ve got to be comfortable not just with each other, but with me behind the camera, okay?”

“Uh, okay,” I said. Helena was smiling confidently beside me.

“Okay,” said Sasha. “So how comfortable are you with each other?”

“We’re cool,” said Helena, coming up beside me and slipping an arm around my waist.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident. I put my arm around Helena. “We’re sisters.”

Sasha’s face fell a little, as though she were explaining something to a small child.

“You want an erotic photo shoot, right?”

“Yes!” said Helena.

“Okay, so I mean you guys have got to be comfortable together. Like girlfriends.”

“Oh. Oh, right,” I said. I must have looked pretty shocked. Sasha left her camera and walked over to us.

“Look, guys, I don’t want to waste your time or mine. But if this shoot is going to work, you’ve got to get a bit more involved.”

Helena nudged me. “Like role play,” she said, “remember?”

“That’s right,” said Sasha. “And you’ve got to be comfortable. Now, is that how girlfriends would stand together?” she said.

I looked at Helena and she looked at me.

“Oh, right. Right,” I said. We shuffled a bit and I felt very awkward. After a moment, Sasha waved a hand.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she said. “Look, let me make this easy. Why don’t you,” she pointed at me, “copy what I do, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, stepping back. Sasha moved in close toward Helena and slipped her arms around my sister’s waist. Helena draped hers around Sasha’s neck and the two held each other in a close embrace, staring into each other’s eyes. Abruptly, Sasha moved to one side. “Like that,” she said.

“Okay.” I stepped into her place and Helena winked at me. I licked my lips and took a deep breath, then held my sister around the waist and felt her arms around my neck. We closed in for an embrace and I felt a small shiver run though me. I had hugged my sister a thousand times, but this time was quite different, it was all a bit naughty.

“Good,” said Sasha, moving in to push me aside. “Now try this.”

She moved back into an embrace with Helena, but this time leaned forward and planted a soft kiss onto her lips. They held the pose for a few seconds, then broke off.

“Okay?”

I nodded, but obviously didn’t look too confident.

“It’s okay, sis,” Helena said, encouraging me. “It’s play acting, right?”

I smiled back. “Right.”

I moved in and embraced my sister once again. This time, I leaned forward, tilting my head the opposite way to Helena’s. I closed my eyes and felt our lips touch. Again I felt that shiver run through me.

“Hold it. Hold it,” said Sasha, her voice moving away from us. There was a small flash and a loud click. She had just taken a picture of us kissing each other! I turned around and looked sharply at her.

“Hey!” I said, “I didn’t know you were going to do that! What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?! What’s my problem? Hey, I’m the one here doing you a favor! Why don’t you start acting like it already, Jeez!”

Helena broke away from me and moved toward Sasha, her hands raised in a placating gesture. I turned away from them as Helena began talking quietly to diffuse the photographer’s anger. I took the time to think about what was going on and why I was there. I wondered if I was being too prudish, if I wasn’t giving Sasha’s artistic direction enough respect.

But more than that, I wondered if I were letting down my little sister. I had this huge guilt complex about disappointing Helena — and it was that, rather than anything else, that made up my mind for me. I took a deep breath and walked over to where Helena was still talking to Sasha. The photographer still looked grumpy, but my sister offered me a cautious smile.

“Hey,” Helena said.

“Hey. Um, look, I wanted to apologize,” I said, looking at them both. “I mean, I didn’t want to ruin or waste your time, Sasha. And I know how important this is to you, Helena. So, I’ll be a good girl from now on. I’ll play whatever role you want,” I said the last part straight to Sasha, who looked at me through sulky eyelids.

“Okay. Kiss and make up?”

“Sure,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her cheek, but Sasha pulled back. “Uh, uh,” she said. “You’ve, ah, you’ve got to be a naughty schoolgirl saying sorry to her teacher.”

She looked at me and I felt the blood rise to my cheeks once more. I glanced quickly at Helena, who gave me a blank look.

This is a test, I thought. A test to see if I mean what I say. Well, I wasn’t stupid, and I wanted Sasha to know that. I suddenly adopted a bashful pose, holding my hands behind my back and pouting hugely.

“I’m real sorry for being so naughty, Miss Sasha,” I said, in a Shirley Temple voice. “Please, can I kiss and make up?”

Sasha smiled at me, clearly pleased at my new turn. “Sure,” she said. Then she raised a finger to her lips and pointed to them. “Right here,” she said, adding, “nice and slow.”

“Okay, Miss Sasha,” I said, determined not to fail this test. I leaned forward, lips pouted and eyes closed until I felt the soft crush of Sasha’s lips against mine. I held myself there for two seconds, then pulled back.

“And now,” said Sasha, smiling, waving us backwards toward the photographic set, “I want you to offer the same apology to Miss Helena.”

I nodded, wide-eyed, not willing to let go of the character yet.

“And you,” Sasha said, talking to my sister, “I want you to keep the role going, okay?”

Helena nodded back. “Okay.”

Sasha stopped and gave her a hard look. “Okay?” she repeated for emphasis.

“Oh, yeah,” Helena replied.

I turned round and began to fake a totter toward the set. I felt Helena brush up behind me and pat me softly on my ass.

“Just go with it, sis,” she whispered.

“Okay,” I whispered back. We reached the set and I turned to face Helena. I stood there, pouting and heard the first click of Sasha’s shutter.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Helena said to me, wagging a finger in my direction.

I pouted back, heard the shutter click. I nodded my head and uttered a protracted: “Sorrrrrry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Cassandra,” said Helena. “Turn around and bend over.” I did as I was told, bending over slightly with my legs held together, and straight. Helena stepped toward me and lifted up the back of my ra-ra skirt with one hand. I looked back and saw that she was holding the other hand in a slapping pose. “Bad, bad girl,” she said, looking from my ass to the camera.

“Panties!” Sasha shouted, from behind her camera. Instantly, I felt Helena hook her thumb inside the elastic of my panties and pull them down below my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes, trying to hold myself together.

“Hold it! Hold it!” I heard Sasha say. The shutter clicked several times.

“Okay, now up and apologize,” came the next direction

I stood back up and turned to face my sister. I’d forgotten to pull up my panties and they were now hanging underneath my ass cheeks. I went to pull them up but Sasha cried out “No! pull them down! You’ve been punished, remember?”

I hesitated, but then reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees.

“Okay good. Now apologize.”

“I’m real sorrrrrrrry,” I said, exaggerating the pout. I saw Helena begin to giggle, then control herself. Watching her smile made me feel better and I began to relax. “I’m real sorry my panties are falling down.”

I saw Helena look away for a moment, controlling her giggle. I didn’t ease up.

“Can I kiss and make up, Miss Helena. Can I? Huh? Huh? Can I pleeeeeeease?”

I leaned forward and pouted my lips for a kiss. Helena regained some composure, winked at me and said, “Sure.”

She adopted a similar role to mine, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, dry but comfortable kiss and we stood there a moment or two as Sasha took pictures.

“Okay,” said the photographer. Now a little clinch. Remember, Hels, you’re the teacher.”

“Put your arms behind your back,” whispered Helena. I did so, closing my eyes, and she stepped in to grab hold of my shoulders. She leaned forward and this time tilted her head to kiss me. Again the kiss was dry, but comfortable. The shutter whirred and clicked.

“Good. Good. Now more.”

“Okay, hold me,” I heard Helena say. I opened my eyes and stepped in to embrace my sister. I draped my arms around her neck and she held me around my waist. We leaned closer and started making small adjustments according to Sasha’s direction.

“Okay, now where’s that kiss?” she said after a while.

Helena and I tilted heads and locked our lips together in a now comfortable pose. I was aware of my panties slipping down to my ankles, and of Helena’s arms around my waist. The camera continued to click as we made minute adjustments. We held the kiss for a while and, after a few moments, I felt Helena part her lips slightly. I did the same, on reflex, and then felt the warm tip of her tongue flick the top of my teeth. I pulled back and stared at her, shocked.

“Hey!” came the call from behind the camera. “I’m not done yet. Get back in that clinch!”

I flicked a glance from my sister to Sasha, but Helena kept her gaze locked on me. She had that glazed look about her and was smiling evilly. She winked, just before leaning in to me once more. I closed my eyes, felt our lips touch, then held my mouth slightly apart for the camera. Almost immediately, I felt Helena’s tongue explore my lips and teeth. I didn’t respond, but I didn’t turn away and, later, I knew that that would be the first real turning point between us.

“Okay. That’s a wrap,” said Sasha, killing the powerful lights trained on us. Helena pressed forward and ended the kiss with a much less sisterly touch. I felt her hands grab my ass cheeks.

“Jesus! That was good,” she said.

I smiled at her and bent down to pull up my panties.

“Aw, let me help you,” Helena said, dropping to the floor. I didn’t reply but watched as she slipped the panties off my raised feet and held them up to me.

“See? Don’t need them now,” she said, grinning at me.

I smiled nervously. It was like seeing my sister on drugs, or in a mood you didn’t expect. “I’ll, uh, I’ll meet you by the car, Sis,” I said.

Helena threw me an odd look, then shrugged her shoulders. “Okay. I just need to talk to Sasha for a minute.”

I nodded my head and walked toward the exit, feeling a little foolish. As I opened the door to leave, I turned around and saw Sasha and my sister bent over the camera, examining the pictures Sasha had just taken. Helena’s arm was around Sasha’s waist and they looked very comfortable together.

The car ride back home was quiet. Lena was chatty and pleasant, but a little distant.

When we got home I got another nasty shock. It was from my credit card company. And they weren’t happy.

 

By Mia Ireland

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive }

I can’t remember a time my beautiful mama didn’t softly, gently, cup my cunt.

Only back then I called it my cunny, of course. Or my kitty when I did stuff with my best friend Ellie.

We had such pretty, innocent words for it back then, before it became sex. Before it became need.

Before it became our white hot craving, and cunt.

My mama gave birth to me at 25, with the one man she dared to have sex with. A quiet boy she met in college. His name was Jonathan, and they had tea together in the student union, and had laughs together in the good times, and for whatever crazy reason, Jonathan, who was gay, and my mama, who was also gay, decided they should fuck each other to make sure they weren’t straight, and it turns out they weren’t.

But it also turns out that they made me, which is equal parts my bad luck and my good fortune. Because here I am, alive and well, fatherless and proud. I am strong, sure, but I’ve never quite known if I’m a blessing or an error.

But whatever I am, or whatever I was when I was ten, I still know how amazingly good it felt when my mama cupped my cunny. And my mama, I know, loved me very, very much. That much was clear.

There was never a time when she didn’t hold my vagina with the most tender of touches. Or if there was, I can’t remember it. From my youngest age, I would sit on her lap, naked and soft on the couch, both of us nude, both of us watching TV and cuddled under a big warm blanket, and my soft bottom would always press into my mama’s warm lap, her bare-shaved pussy, which was always warm and inviting, completely naked like mine, never stubbly or rough. She was so smoothly shaven, impeccably bare, that it was almost as if she’d never grown up or grown hair in the first place.

“My baby,” she’d whisper in my ear as I rubbed my butt back against her slowly-spreading wetness. “My sweet baby girl.”

I’d feel her spread herself. I’d know she was softly spreading, adjusting, letting my soft bottom rub her where she needed to be rubbed.

And she’d reach down and cup her hand around my cunny, never penetrating me with her finger, just softly cupping my mons, reaching down lower to cover my taint, and the feeling would be safe and warm and glorious, and I would slowly push my bare vagina up against her hand, softly rubbing and bucking myself into her sweet, gentle cupping, as my naked bottom slid across the wetness of her slit. Together we’d pleasure each other that way, until we both slipped into shuddering, long, shivering, sweet completeness.

Later I’d go into the bathroom to pee, and the wetness of my mama’s sweet vagina, her fluid, her loving essence, her need for me, would still be wet and sticky, like glazed after-love, all over my tiny butt cheeks. I’d reach back and rub it with my hand. I’d bring my hand up to my face and smell it deeply and greedily.

I loved the smell she left on my bottom. It was soft and wet and good like her. I’d lick it off my hand. Gingerbread spice I couldn’t put a name to. Its flavor was so new to me. So strong and so good. I was in love with the way my mama’s pussy tasted years before my lips ever touched it.

Then we made love. A few years later we started to love each other the way lovers do. On Christmas Eve. A midnight clear.

I was ten years old that Christmas Eve when my mama and I finally made love to each other with our mouths and our hands and our fingers and our wet bare pussies rubbing together.

The cupping had gone on forever. The cuddling, the cupping, the slipping and sliding and sitting in her lap. It was understood. It was what we did. We sat together naked on the couch, and if she didn’t cup me on her own, I’d take her hand in mine and gently place it over my cunny, letting her know I needed this. Letting her know it was always her time to cup me.

And even at ten, the night it started for real, we had already cupped as we always did at night. She’d cupped me until I felt the shivers, and her wetness still lingered on my bottom as she carried me upstairs and tucked me in my princess bed with promises of Santa Claus, who I no longer believed in, and promises of her warm love tomorrow, which I did.

But I had bad dreams that night, mean reindeers and bad Grinches, and I silently slipped into her bed down the hall, naked and trembling, cold and little, needing her warmth and her comfort.

“Shhh, baby girl,” she sleep-whispered, drawing me to her naked body. I reveled in her closeness. She smelled good, like baby lotion and apricots. Cocoa butter and peppermint. Christmas carols were playing on her radio. It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

“Scary dream,” I whispered, looking into her eyes. Bringing my hands up to touch her face. To frame her nearness like I’ve always done since I was a very little girl. Holding her face in my hands to confirm her stability.

“Shhh,” she said, kissing my nose, and then my eyelids. “Sleep with Mama tonight.” And then she kissed me again on the lips, on the mouth. And I kissed her back on the lips, on the mouth. And then we were kissing. And then the world broke open into spiral beauty, and we were kissing and kissing like never before.

My mama and I had never kissed like this, like grownups kiss, alive and wanting. I heard a soft sound that confused me, but I realized it was me, moaning into her mouth. Her hands reached down to cup my bottom. My hand reached forward to cup her cunny, bare and hot and wet already. This time I cupped my mama’s cunt. Her wetness felt good on the skin of my hand.

She reached down to cup mine, still kissing me.

“No, Mama,” I whispered, urging her past her own innocence, her desire not to hurt me. “Like this.”

I reach down and extended her finger and touched it to myself. To my slit. To my clitty. To the place I touched myself in my own bed. I loved my mama. I wanted her in me.

“Baby girl,” she whispered, hesitating.

“Please, Mama,” I asked her. “Please. Like this.”

I pressed her finger into me. My slit. My hole. My private sweet places.

“Please, Mama. Inside me.”

Mama kissed me with a whimper in her voice and she steadily, slowly-at-first, but eagerly-after, fingered my wet, aching cunny. Oh, God, it felt so good to have her touch me this way. To finally enter me. To touch me this way.

I squeezed her cunny with my hand, and soon my fingers were entering her too. She was slippery, and pushed back against me. We whimpered and kissed together. Nothing could be this good. Nothing ever. This felt so right. Please, God. Please, baby Jesus. Make this Christmas Eve last forever.

Mama pulled her hand away. I moaned, wanting more.

“Do you trust me, Ammy?” she said, kissing my eyelids.

I nodded yes. I trusted her with everything.

“Come up to my face, baby,” she coaxed me, helping me straddle her chest, her beautiful soft breasts. She brought my tiny frame up to her face, so my cunny was laid open before her. My gateway pressing into the soft folds of her lips.

And oh, how I arched my back and my neck raised prayerfully to the sky as my mama’s soft tongue started dancing through my labia, my perineum, my shivering anus. I never thought of being kissed there before! Or licked there before! Was this okay? Could this really happen?

I felt her beautiful tongue licking me everywhere. My cunny and my butthole. My clean places. My nasty places. Places no one had ever licked before. Places I’d never dreamed I’d be kissed on! I shuddered and seized, I shivered and came, twitching and gasping and grinding out my joy into my mama’s face, crying out loud in the night, a whine, a joy, bucking onto her tongue with the shivery dampness of my grateful excitement.

I was so hungry for my mama. I was so hungry to taste her now. It’s all I wanted. My body was desperate for her completely. To taste her every flavor.

“Now yours, Mama,” I begged with shaky breath. “Please, Mama. Let me, too.”

“Baby,” she started. “You don’t have to. You don’t – ”

I shushed her with my fingertip and I turned around on top of her. I laid my cunny back on her face, but then buried my own face in the heat of her wetness, her hot sweet triangle. And oh God. So sweet! So sweet!

The taste was overwhelming. Hot and rich and familiar from how I’d licked it off my hand, but now it was wild and wet and directly on my mouth. And I don’t know if I did it right, but I sucked her, and I licked her, and I tasted her in all the beautiful ways she’d tasted me, and I felt myself crying it felt so good to taste her like this, to know her like this.

I tasted her cunny and tears. Sweet Christmas tears for the beautiful, strong nearness of her. I tasted the copper of her skin folds on my tongue. The cinnamon-nutmeg brandy of her heartbeat, so much stronger than mine. So much better.

It tasted like mine, her pussy flavor. We tasted the same. But hers was wilder. Richer. Deeper and more grown-up. She moaned. Her back arched. She pressed her thighs together trapping my head as her body twisted up from the mattress.

My little fingers explored her everywhere. As I locked my mouth around my mama’s sweet cunny, sucking her hungrily with no possibility of stopping, my fingers reached up to explore her inside. Her hole and her clitty. Her tight-button anus, which I pushed against and felt my wet finger slip in, wet with her pussy juice and slippery with her own lubrication. She hissed when my finger penetrated her special place. I licked her, and kissed her and put my fingers in her, everywhere, wherever they could go.

She was pulling me away. Lifting me up away from her.

“No, Mama,” I begged. “Don’t make me stop.”

“Kiss me, baby,” she said, grabbing my head and making me come up for air. “Kiss Mama, Ammy.”

I came up sad. So sad to be away from her mama flavors, but I did what she said. I came up to her face. She wrapped her arms around me and I kissed her some more.

I could taste my own cunny on her tongue and she could taste hers on mine. We kissed as the Christmas carols played, tasting each other’s sweet, shared flavor. It came upon a midnight clear. That glorious song of old.

“Baby, wrap your legs in mine, like this, like scissors.”

She adjusted herself around me. Showed me what to do. Our legs intertwined. It was so easy. So natural. I thought that she’d invented it.

Our wet pussies touched.

It was electric.

Hotness, wetness, bareness together.

Naked, slippery, rubbing our pussies. Oh! So good! I gasped!

Our cunny juices were mingling, the two of us rubbing and pushing against each other, arching, gasping, shuddering! Oh, so shivery!

Mama came!

She cried out loud and gasped my name. “Ammy!”

She came! Pressing her pussy against mine, I could feel even more wetness cascade from her as she shook and shivered.

“So good,” she whispered, biting at my lower lip. Nipping it. Sucking it into her mouth. “Ammy, so good.”

She flipped me onto my back. She lifted my knees up. Pushed my knees up like I was going to have a baby, and put her face between my legs and sucked me greedily. Hard. Pushed her tongue so far up into my hole I thought I would cry out from the heaven of it.

She locked her mouth around my little hard clit, and sucked it until I quivered, and bucked, and grabbed her head and mashed her to my cunny as I jerked uncontrollably and I came all over her face.

“Mama,” I cried as she tasted my love shakes. “Mama, I love you. So much, so much.”

I pulled her head back up to me, she cuddled me, held me to her chest. I nuzzled into her neck. Kissed its soft warm saltiness. Swallowed her sweaty rivulets. Worked my way lower to her perfect breast and nursed on her nipple, which was already hard the moment my mouth wrapped around it.

I lay there in the moonlight of Christmas, nursing on my beautiful mama.

I reached down and cupped her cunny. She reached down and cupped mine, and we fell asleep like that, captured in time, shivering and satisfied until warmth and exhaustion lulled us to sleep.

From angels bending near the earth, to touch their harps of gold.

A Christmas Eve. A Midnight Clear.

A brand new song for my mama and me.

THE END — and a very Merry Christmas to all our readers at Juicy Secrets!