Shooting with Helena, Chapter 6

  • Posted on February 23, 2018 at 6:56 am

By Cassie

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

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

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

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

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

“Cow. Mind your head doesn’t burst.”

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

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

“What did she whisper?” I asked.

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

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

“Tell me,” I said.

“No.”

Tell me!”

“No way, bitch.”

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

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

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would.”

“Would not.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So, what did Sasha say?” I said.

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

I giggled, laughing at the thinly-veiled message.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded, gazing at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what’s the problem?” Helena said.

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

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

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

“Off-set them?” I repeated.

“Against what?” said Helena.

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

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

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

“If what?” said Helena, levelly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For yours,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Almost.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pretty much.”

“Okay.”

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

“A build up to what?” I giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whirr, click. Whirr, click.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 7

3 Comments on Shooting with Helena, Chapter 6

  1. kacey says:

    Hoeh boy!!!

  2. zayne says:

    Sasha is turning into my least favorite character, can she get like hit by a bus or something, or can Someone kill her off? She’s so annoying, “professional” Is what she’s going to say when they two of them are naked and waiting for you, man she’s a real bitch. I would’ve clocked her for saying something like that.

    • JetBoy says:

      Sasha may be somewhat obnoxious, but she’s also right. Take it from someone who knows: it matters not whether you’re doing a porno flick or an Oscar contender — a professional actor has to know how to play to the camera. Otherwise, you’re wasting time and money, which can be downright disastrous for a free-lancer like Sasha. Just saying…

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