Shooting with Helena, Chapter 4

  • Posted on February 5, 2018 at 10:23 am

By Cassie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

“Lena? Can I talk a minute?”

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

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

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

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

“Listen, Lena, about this morning—”

“Yeah, it was pretty intense, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, I wanted to say that—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No matter what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, where are we going?” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, everything?”

“Yes, everything!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sparkles?”

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

“Doesn’t matter. Just stand still.”

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

“Mmm, nice,” I said, winking at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The driver snickered, but didn’t answer back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only if you kiss me,” she mumbled.

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

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

“Okay,” I said, “into your room.”

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

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

“You want your clothes back?” she said.

“Yes, please,” I said.

Helena giggled. “Only if you—”

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

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

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

“Kiss my ass,” said Helena.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1 Comment on Shooting with Helena, Chapter 4

  1. kacey says:

    Hubba! Hubba!! (SOOOO good it needed saying twice!) :-p

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