Shooting with Helena, Chapter 5

  • Posted on February 12, 2018 at 7:40 am

By Cassie

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

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

“Hey, sis. Room in there for two?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tramp!”

“Cow!”

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

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

“And shampoo!”

“-and hair products. Well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 6

1 Comment on Shooting with Helena, Chapter 5

  1. zayne says:

    Not a bad chapter, some small grammatical errors, but you just patch that up and you’ll be okay.

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