Carrie romances her sister

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, that’s how the trouble started. With somebody seeing the pictures on the internet. The trouble, and, I suppose, the opportunity to sort things out. But it was never as simple and easy as it sounds writing it down on paper. Anyway, I’ll go back to the beginning because back then, everything seemed so much simpler, and a whole world of 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 cheerleading squad, and no end of young teenage 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 look stunning as soon as she opened her eyes. It made her very popular at college; in a quiet way even more popular than my position as a cheerleader, but Helena never showed too much interest in the pursuit of others. She concentrated on her studies, and on her beauty.

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 colours. 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 too.

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 friends’ 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 too!).

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 the photoshoot.

“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 photoshoot” she said. “It was pretty cool”

“the first one?” I answered, paying 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.

“Dammit! 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 colourful ‘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 photoshoot. 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 the ‘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 uninhibiting being pictured 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.

“Cass, 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 where it shouldn’t belong. 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 obviously 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. Do you 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 cheerleading 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 photoshoot 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 roleplaying. Acting. It’s incredibly erotic, and if we do it together, neither of us is likely to get exploited. Come on. Try it out already. Just one. 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 photoshoot. 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 it was my sister making the request and 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 realised 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 pyjamas 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, lazy bones” 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 tings 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 bedcovers 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 laying 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 where are we going?” I asked, backing out of the drive and into the road.

“This is the thing” said Helena. I’m not too sure.”

“You’re not sure?”

“Well, I met someone at college yesterday; a photographer. And I arranged for us to have a few pictures taken. Cool huh?”

“Wow, Helena. That was pretty, um, quick” I said.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be real cool. The studio’s near Vermont and Bainbridge. Do you know that area?”

“um… I think so” I said, pulling onto the main road and heading West. We travelled for a few minutes.

“So, Helena, what’s this photographer like? How did you meet him?” I let my voice sink a little. “He’s not another one of those weirdos, is he?”

Helena giggled again. She seemed to be doing a lot of that recently.

“No, silly” she said. “This photographer is very cool. Someone who I have every confidence in.”

“Hmm. Has he got much experience in this stuff?”

“She” Helena said, emphasising the word, “has been a photographer for three years, and has experience of shooting still life, nature and erotic pictures.”

“‘she’ huh?”

“Yep”

“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 toes, 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 meters square with some lightin 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 photoshoot, 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 photoshoot is going to work, you’ve got to get a bit more involved.”

Helena nudged me “Like roleplay” she said, “remember?”

“That’s right” said Sasha. “It’s like roleplay. 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 leant 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 leant 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 favour! Why don’t you start acting like it already, Jeez!”

Helena broke away from me and moved toward Sasha; her hands raised placatingly. 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 were not giving Sasha’s artistic direction enough rope. But more than that, I wondered if I were letting down my little sister. I had this huge guilt complex about letting Helena down 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” she said.

“Hey. Um, look, I wanted to apologise.” 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 posed 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 was a test, I thought. A test to see if I meant what I said. 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’ real sorry to 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 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 the role together.

“Hold it! Hold it!” I heard Sasha say. The shutter clicked several times

“Okay, now up and apologise” 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 ra-ra skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees.

“Okay good. Now apologise.”

“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 better?” 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.

Lena 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.

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A week passed by before Helena brought up te 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 laying 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 recognise who it is. Really.”

I hmphed 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 softly.” 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 photoshoot, 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 it, being serious. “Cassie, Sasha spoke to a friend of hers who is in the adult world. He gave Sasha space on his website 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 photoshoot 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!”

“woah woah woah” I said, pulling my hand away from hers; hating myself for not picking up on something once more. “did you say this guy was in the adult industry? 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 roleplay?”

I nodded, but remained unconvinced.

“Cassie, we could do a photoshoot 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 like teacher/student?” 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 feeing 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 hot, 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” she emphasised that word “role in a photoshoot. Make them five things from the thing you’re most comfortable with, to the thing you’d pre 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 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 had the chance to make us 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, realising 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 sisters answers.

1.Kiss you (with tongues)

2.Caress you (naked).

3.Share a strap-on with you

4.Lick your pussy

5.Play with your ass

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 but we’d got over it). 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.

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 all the 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 roleplay 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 centre 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 Cassie had first done it with Helena, they had been just into their teens and in a summer camp. Helena did it first; being told by Cassie to stop, then falling back and letting her sister catch her. When it came to Cassie’s turn, someone else had shouted stop before Cassie was backing against Helena. Helena had told her sister to wait, then waited until she was in position then said “okay”. Cassie had fallen back, trusting her sister completely, and being caught by her before she fell.

“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. “Playing with my ass? Sharing sex toys?”

“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 roleplay, 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 roleplay.” 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 photoshoot – 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 roleplay 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, saw that there was something smudging the glass and went to pick it up. But I stopped myself as I recognised 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 clinch. 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, playing with her ass at the same time.

I looked away, realising that my heart was beating faster than it ought to.

“Jeez, Lena. I didn’t know you were into all 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. Do you see the difference?”

I nodded, my head reeling with images of the videos I’d just seen, of my sister’s picture of us together with a lipstick kiss on it, of the two of us being photographed together.

“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.

*******

In the morning, I got up, used the bathroom, then got ready for my shower. I closed the door on the cubicle and felt the warm soapy water cascade down my head and back. I had my eyes half closed when I noticed the movement outside the door and nearly slipped over in shock. 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, her towel wrapped loosely around her.

“Hey” she said, flashing me a smile. I felt a bit bad for snapping at her, and said so.

“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. Lena went to enter my shower but stopped and turned back to me.

“Hey” she said

“What?”

“What’s wrong with this picture?” she said, frowning. I crossed my brows together.

“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.

“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 own 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 look 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 turned back to my shower and stepped in.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to think. There was a part of me that was still cross with my sister 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 and made the impulse decision. I got up, walked over to the shower cubicle and opened the door, making Lena yelp. She was soaped up and hand 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. Luckily 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 when you’re angry. 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. We held each other for a moment, then pulled back – only a little – and said;

“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?”

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

“Stay with me” she whispered. I wondered if this were another test for me, 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 rubbing up against hers. I felt my nipples brush and drag against her back, and her ass cheeks rub against 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 said, leaning forward. Helena leaned back into my until we were in a close back-to-front hug, my breasts squashed against her back.

“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 said, smiling. I smiled back. And 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 my 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 s-” I began, then caught my own breath as I felt Helena dip a hand between my legs and touch me there. She stared at me.

“How far do you want this to go?” she said, huskily. I pressed forward a little, into the touch of her hand. Somehow the hiss of the shower seemed a long way away. 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. I’ve got to-” I said, backing into the door and opening it. I stumbled out, picking up my towel and wrapping it around me as I reached my bedside table and picked up my phone.

“Hello?” I said, taking the call and realizing how broken my voice sounded. I daren’t look round to my shower unit 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 theatric pause as Tamara took an overly deep breath. “I said, do we need to bring in that book on ‘design journalism and photos’ for college today? Only I’ve lost it 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 lovelife than about any college book. I sat by the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, only half listening to my friend talk about how much she worried her boyfriend didn’t think of her. Minutes ticked past and I had trouble keeping my mind on the call, and away from the very intimate and shocking clinch I had just shared with my sister.

Tamara accused me on not listening (which was true), whined at me, then cut me off. I snapped shut my cell phone and opened my eyes. The sound of he 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 to I turned the handled and went inside. It was empty. Helena had gone already.

******

Later that evening, after a mind-numbingly boring media class at college, 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 make 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 realised none of that mattered either. Because Helena was my only sister, and I loved her. And it broke me up not to be happy with her. 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 handle and walked in. Helena was sitting in front of her dresser, putting on some eye liner.

“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 ‘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 hell, 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 any of Helena’s friends, but didn’t want to ruin the new closeness we’d just repaired. “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 make-up. 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. Then I put on some simple make-up; lipstick, rouge and eye-liner / 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 on her lips.

“So 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 whilst 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 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 her 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 the cubicles in front of me. 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 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. 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 in 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 against myself. I squeezed into Lena’s top and miniskirt; mentally aware of my slightly larger frame.

“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 my the washbowls. Lena slipped and 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 lips 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 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. You’re mine next week” she said.

“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 focussed hazy eyes at me and smiled, grabbing me back and pulling me into a half-dance, half-hug. I was deleriously 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 eventually we felt so tired we could barely walk. We 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 two college girls 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 kinda friendly?” 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 sleepy head. Let’s get you to bed.”

Helena muffled a response that was somewhere between “humph” and “gnaah”. I knelt down on the floor in front of her and put my head close to her.

“Helena” 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 lips kiss mine 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, you little bunny. Get up.”

“Only if you kiss me” she mumbled. I leaned forward and kissed her briefly. Helena struggled upright. “Okay. Now to bed.”

“Only if you kiss me” Helena repeated. She pouted at me. I kissed her again and she struggled upright in my arms. 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 stumbled into her room and she sat on her 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 on her bed. We rolled around on top of her covers as I tickled her desperately. We stopped, a few short moments later with her bedcovers in a mess and each other’s limbs tangled up. 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 had 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, and sticky 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 to me and kissed me; at first very tenderly, our lips connecting and disconnecting with loud smacking noises. Then she kissed me and I felt her lips open. Her tongue met mine and they rolled around inside each of our mouths. Helena pressed her crotch against my leg and I felt her pussy damp beneath the 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 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 pulled apart and stared at each other for a moment. My heart was thudding in a way it had never done before. I’d never felt this horny, and the anticipation of sex with my own sister was driving my nerves on edge. I felt myself shaking and for a moment couldn’t stop it.

“Hey, hey” my sister 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 closed my eyes and drank in every tiny sensation of the closeness of my sister. I took my sister’s hand from my face and drew it to my mouth. I started kissing her fingers; at first slowly, gently, then more ardently; pressing her fingers against my lips as though they might crush each other. I felt Helena shift a little on the bed, but I didn’t care. I kept my eyes closed, lost in the sensation of kissing 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 to me; telling me how beautiful I was, and 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 hard 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 and again felt that glorious electric moment as her fingers touched the hair and flesh of my pussy. I had stopped kissing her hand and had opened 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 (it felt like 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 minidress over her head, looking at her in a light I had not previously reserved for anyone – boy or girl. Her body was glistening slightly with a sheen of sweat from our initial lovemaking. Her breasts, nipples hardened to dull bullets, bobbed slightly as the dress pulled over them. I reach out and touched them, feeling the soft skin beneath my hand. 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. I raised my legs and pulled them up my legs, then off my ankles. Then I unclasped the skirt Lena had swapped with me, and shrugged that of too. 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 could move them either. 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, 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 being told what to do by her. Lena’s other hand was exploring my back; from the nape of my 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 daren’t move them.

“Do it!” I said again; “Do it all, 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 and incredibly horny 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 skin open, and a third pressed against my asshole.

“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 inseperable; 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 head move down past my stomach and opened 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 crotch and began to kiss the swollen tip if my clit. 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 do it; losing myself in the heat of the moment, wondering why we hadn’t done this before, why I hadn’t seen how sexually attractive and irresistable 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 head as she made love to me with her mouth and tongue. Wave after wave of eroticism 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 hard on my clit, then scratching softly with her fingernails against my tummy when her tongue was lapping at the wetness of my snatch. I felt the heat build within me to an incredible point; losing control of myself more with each second my sister licked at my pussy.

“Oh God, Lena. I’m going to come. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!” I squealed. Finally I could take it any more. I pulled Helena’s head away from my burning pussy. Lena quickly knelt beside me and, holding back the skin at the top of my pussy with one hand, drove three fingers into the wet hole her tongue had just made love to. I felt her fingers stab in to me; reach deep inside me as I climaxed.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I shouted, completely out of control. I watched Helena’s fingers pump in and out of my swollen pussy as a huge contraction rocked my lower stomach. I felt the muscles in my pussy tighten, then felt, and watched as a torrent of cum spilled out over my sister’s finger onto the bed.

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

She fell beside me, fingers still inside me, and kissed me hard. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head against mine; desperate for her tongue inside me. 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 with her fingers; slowly easing them in and out of me as I licked them dry. We kissed again, Helena reaching back down to my wet crotch to cover her fingers once again in my orgasm. This time she drew it to her own mouth and licked them. We stared at each other.

“I never knew you tasted so good” she said. I smiled up at her, adoring how beautiful she looked. She fell back down beside me and we held each other closely, kissing gently and caressing each other. After a time, I lay back, feeling the initial flush of the orgasm ebb from me.

“Next time” I said, still horny, “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. I pulled them down to her thighs and stared at her ass cheeks. She had a beautiful, smooth ass, and it had been the target f more than one or two hopeful tap. I used my hands to spread her ass 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 hole of my sister’s ass.

“How do you like that!” I said, giggling. I bent forward once more and did it again, crushing my lips against the soft puckered skin of my sister’s asshole.

I knelt back and giggled. But Helena was quiet. 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. I rode my tongue up and down her asshole, feeling her hips sway as I did it. Her ass was salty to taste, and very soft where the skin puckered to her sphincter. It felt good, and very horny. Once more I progressed from gentle licks to something more urgent. I rasped my tongue up and down the tight hole of my sister’s ass; feeling her ass cheeks brush against my face as I moved my head against her. Helena was moaning, and I knew she was experiencing the same wave after wave of eroticism I felt when she went down on me. And, in a way, licking my sister’s ass was just as horny, and twice as naughty. I let my teeth pinch the skin at the side of her hole then leant back, staring at the wet mess I’d made of my sister’s ass.

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

“Uh, God yeah!” said my sister. She turned to look at me, but her hair formed a curtain around her face and I couldn’t see her expression.

“Put you finger inside me” she said. “Fuck my ass, 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 asshole, and felt the heat, and tightness inside her. I began to fuck her slowly with my finger, pulling and pushing, watching all the time as Helena swayed her hips to my touch. I used my other hand to keep her ass cheek spread wide, giving me the best view of my sister’s ass being punctured.

“More!” she breathed, “Make it more wet!”

I pulled my finger from her asshole and lifted it to my mouth. Without even a second thought I slipped it into my mouth and began to suck on it, tasting the salty inside of Helena’s ass as I lubricated my finger. I did the same with my middle finger and, when they were both good and wet, pressed them both against Helena’s asshole and started to squeeze them inside her. Helena moaned, feeling her ass start to stretch with two of my fingers begin to invade her. But pretty soon my fingers were sliding in and out of her, as deep as they could go.

“Ah, God Cassie! God, that’s good! Yes! Yes! Finger me real hard!”

Helena was getting close to a climax, and I hadn’t done what I really wanted to do, and get a taste of her hot 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 ass. It felt incredible horny and I used my hands to spread her ass as wide apart as I could, pressing my face against her as I thrust my tongue in as deep as I could. I felt Helena’s leg start to tremble and, if my sister was anything like me, she wasn’t far away from that explosive orgasm.

I pulled back again, quickly shifting so that I could slide my legs underneath hers. I shoved myself along the bed beneath my sister, so that her pussy was directly over my face. Knowing that my own crotch would be underneath hers, I opened my legs. I used my hands to draw her hips down toward me, and felt the heat between her legs as Helena lowered her pussy onto my face. She was so wet, I felt like I might drown rather than suffocate! She tasted wonderful beyond anything my mind had conjured; as earthy and musky as my own pussy, but in some unidentifiable way more extraordinary. I lashed my tongue up against her clit as she rubbed her crotch onto my face. Within moments, I felt the hot stab of her own tongue against my once-more wet snatch. Helena curled an arm around my thigh and started to use her fingers against my pussy; teasing the soft lips open, then slipping two fingers inside me. I squirmed to get an arm free, but managed to get my hand close enough to my face to lather two of my fingers in my sister’s own pussy juice. Then, pulling my hand back away, I managed to get round to her beautiful ass, and used those lubed fingers to explore her ass once more. I felt Helena sway her hips against me once more when she knew what I was doing. I got both fingers as far up her ass as my body position would allow; and used them to stretch her hole while I concentrated on licking her pussy dry.

Within a couple of minutes, my jaw began to ache, but I wasn’t going to stop until I felt my sister cum. Helena bucked her hips against me; trying to grind herself back onto my fingers and face. I felt her legs begin to shiver and, at that crushing moment, she lost control; slumping forward between my outstretched legs, crying into the bed sheets as she came. I felt her pussy contract, and a warm trickle drip into my mouth. I lapped it up, grabbing Helena’s ass cheeks as I felt my own pussy explode into life once more.

The two of us lay there like that for several minutes; Helena slumped on top of me in reverse. She was mumbling into the bed sheets, both hands clinging onto one of my ankles. I had my eyes closed, and was smoothing my hands over and over her beautiful ass. Eventually, as though being careful of a sports injury, Helena disengaged herself and crawled up the bed to lay beside me. We lay together, smoothing the hair from each other’s faces as we stared at each other through sleepy eyes. Helena threw an arm across my body and settled her head against my shoulder. I heard her tell me she loved me, then I was fast asleep.

I woke once, during the night, feeling the cold chill of the night air prickle my skin. For that dizzying half-second of wakefulness, I was lost and confused, not recognising the bed sheets, or constricted space. 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 to feel the touch of my sister’s skin against my own.

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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 en-suite. The shower that was supposed to be broken. 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. It’s me. Room in there for two?”

There was a pause as the shower head dripped to a halt, 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 photoshoot, and I realised why people would spend money to look at pictures of her like the ones Sasha took.

“Hey, come on in” she said. “Want to get wet?”

“Sure” I smiled back, stepping into the cubicle. In the tight space of Helena’s shower, we were constantly rubbing and touching each other unintentionally. Helena turned on the shower once more and hooked 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 from my head 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 torrid lovemaking we’d shared a few hours earlier. So we showered in silence, offering smiles, or small grunts 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 another clue, or 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. I could feel muscles tugging at my lips, muscles that would make them tremble every time before I cried. Helena looked sadder than I’d ever seen her before that point, but she held on to both my elbows with her hands.

“Oh God, Cassie! Is that it? 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.”

“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 and 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 sexually, 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 for as long as we both want to keep doing this. I’ve never wanted someone so much as you Cassie. And I’ve never felt so comfortable being with someone as I have with you. Like I told you last night, when I said that 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 photoshoots.

“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 slowly warming 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 split 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 side on to 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-search style.

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

I closed my eyes and turned away from her, submitting utterly to her touch. I felt Helena remove her hand then, a moment later, she was back. Her fingers rubbing up and down the split between my ass cheeks, testing the puckered skin of my anus. Without saying anything, she manipulated the skin until she was able to push her middle finger deep inside me. I had never felt anything like it before, and it was both uncomfortable, yet completely horny. Just submitting myself to my sister’s every pleasure made me feel horny. Helen began to fuck my ass with her finger very fast and deep, squeezing one, then two fingers up my well-lubed asshole. I didn’t want her to stop.

We fucked like crazy in the shower; taking turns to finger or hold each other. At one point, with Helena finger-fucking my ass as deep as two of her fingers would allow, I lost control and began to pee. I felt a flush of shame, hoping that my sister didn’t notice. But she did.

“Oh yeah, sis!” she said. “Oh that looks so good!”

My pee was dribbling down the inside of my thigh and Helena moved so she could see it better while she kept ass-fingering me. “Cassie, that’s wild! It looks really horny. I want you to do it again for me, but next time I want to see it, and feel it on my body!” I didn’t reply, focussed too much on the glorious feeling of Helena invading my asshole with her fingers.

Later, when we had finished our ‘quickie’ and were towelling each other off by her bedside, I gave Helena a measured look.

“Did you mean what you said back there?” I asked her.

“What was that sis?” she said, knotting her brows.

“When I began to pee as you fingered me.”

Helena bit her lower lip, looking slightly abashed. She smiled at me in a girlish way. “Uh huh” she said, eventually.

“You want me to pee on you?” I said, incredulous. Helena nodded

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, big sister. 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.”

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. Anything.” she repeated, kissing the soft flesh of my ear. I felt a shiver ripple through the whole of my body. I never knew how sexy my sister was; never knew how sexy anyone could make me feel. And the very thought of what we could do together made me tingle. Just to 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 young skin. We had forged something between us that I thought was unique, and knew was utterly special. And I knew that we would do together exactly what my little sister wanted. Anything.

As we were starting to kiss each other and make love all over again, Helena’s cellphone beeped. She broke off and gave me a lop-sided grin, skipping 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. She looked up to me and bit her lower lip again (it suddenly seemed very sexy, as did a lot of things, where before I wouldn’t have noticed them).

“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 pushed her back onto the bed, 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.

“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 naked 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.