Shooting with Helena, Chapter 7

  • Posted on March 8, 2018 at 10:55 am

By Cassie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, sis. Want some company?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t care, and told her so. I wanted her to bite me. I wanted her to scratch her nails on my back. I wanted to feel her fingers inside me, like she’d done the previous night. I told her all this in broken, faltering sentences, my legs like jelly beneath me as she nuzzled my sensitive neck and traced her fingers up and down my body.

“There is so much we’re going to do together,” Helena whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “Every trick in every porn film. Every pose, every kind of fuck two women have ever shared. That’s what we’re going to do.”

“Yes!” I breathed. “Every trick… and more!”

And I knew that I meant it. Even though my sum knowledge of ‘every porn film’ was less than that of the average sixteen year old boy, I had no illusions that there wasn’t anything I could see in one that I wouldn’t be willing to try with my beautiful sister. It was at that moment that I felt Helena’s fingernails turn in against the soft skin at the sides of my ribs.

“Would you let me fuck you dressed up?” she said, her voice as warm and seductive as the water from the shower head.

“Yes.”

“Even if I were the teacher and you were the schoolgirl?”

God, yes.”

I could feel Helena begin to smile as she continued to caress me; enjoying this new word game as she seduced me to a babbling frenzy in my own shower.

“Would you let me scratch you? Hard?” For emphasis, she dug her fingernails into my skin. I felt a brief stab of mixed pleasure and pain that made me draw a quick hissing breath.

“Y-yes.”

“Would you do what I tell you to do, no matter what?”

“Yes I would, sis,” I breathed.

“Would you hurt me if I told you to?”

I did snap out of my erotic stupor there for a moment. Would I hurt my own sister? The one who I’d just discovered and acknowledged as my true lover? Why would she ever want me to hurt her?

“Why–”

Helena giggled lightly, eased her hands over my breasts and squeezed them affectionately.

“Shh,” she said. “Don’t worry.”

I felt her shift a little in the cramped space and moved forward as much as I could, which was only a few inches away from the tiled wall. I looked back and saw that Helena had gone down on one knee and was kissing my back, her hands still roaming as far as they could over my nakedness. Then there was another shift as Helena went down on two knees behind me. I felt the caress of her lips just above my ass, and she licked and nibbled me there, her hands firmly kneading my buttocks.

“Get ready,” she purred. “I’m gonna send you to the fucking moon.”

That was when I felt the stab of her tongue in the cleft between my ass cheeks, bathing me there. I leaned forward, bent as much as I could in the tight space. The tile was wet and cool against my face, shoulders and breasts.

“I love your ass,” I heard Helena murmur from behind and below. I felt her fingers prise my cheeks apart, followed by her lips and tongue pressing even deeper into the cleft between, pleasuring my anus. I closed my eyes at the thrilling sensation of getting rimmed my own little sister. Three days ago, the very thought of someone licking me back there was unbelievable. I could not have conceived the idea of being kissed, licked, fingered or fucked in the ass. But Helena had done all of these things, and it was only the beginning of our sexual odyssey.

Then there was a wonderful pause — that moment of electric suspense — before I felt one of my little sister’s fingers begin to probe more insistently at my rosebud. I was beginning to get very turned on by Helena’s attention, and moaned as I felt her slide her finger one, then two knuckles inside of me. She stared to finger-fuck my asshole, and I let myself relax as much as possible, concentrating of the wonderful feeling of invasion as she probed her finger up inside of me.

“So wicked!” I heard her murmur, and moaned back a response.

Within moments, I could feel the entire length of Helena’s finger muscled up inside my tight hole, and reflexively pushed back, inviting more. Helena withdrew her finger, and I turned my head round to look over my shoulder. I saw Helena sucking on the same finger, then sucking on her middle finger, getting them moist and ready — I knew why, too.

Sure enough, I felt the pressure of two fingertips against my asshole — probing, teasing, then finally, pushing up inside me. But that wasn’t all. A moment later and I felt the fingers of Helena’s other hand playing at the edges of my pussy lips. I caught my breath as I felt those two fingers reach inside me and begin to join the in-out, up-down rhythm of the other two.

I was on fire! My ass was getting beautifully fucked, and now my pussy was as well.

Then I realised that I had to acknowledge another sexual milestone: the feeling of being completely penetrated and filled. It was an emotionally hijacking experience, a precious gift from my sweet little sister. God, how I loved her.

I felt myself building toward a cascading orgasm as Helena continued to frig my pussy and asshole. Then she shifted again and I felt her hands against my bottom, roughly working the soft flesh. She grabbed at my cheeks and dug her nails into me, just like I’d asked her to.

Once again, I experienced that extraordinary pleasure/pain sensation. And liked it. Helena must have sensed this, so she kneaded my ass for a little longer before delivering one, two, three short slaps against the skin. I began to feel flushed, even in the heat of the shower. I knew I wasn’t far from orgasm, and I was desperate for Helena to work on my pussy.

“Lick me, sis. Please!” I moaned.

She closed her lips over my pussy and sucked and licked at the moist flesh. She stayed on her knees in front of me; licked and sucking at my swollen slit until I came in her mouth, so intensely that the world vanished down a black hole.

The next thing I remember was sitting against the side of the shower stall, water still raining down on me, Helena straddling my thighs. “Are you okay, Cass?” she said, frowning as she studied my face.

I gave her a weary smile. “Better than okay. You sent me to the fucking moon, as promised.”

Helena had to laugh. “You nut.”

Suddenly I had to tell my sister how I felt. “Helena?”

I guess she heard something serious in my voice. “What is it, sis?”

“I love you.”

She laughed, a bit puzzled. “Now there’s a big news flash. I love you too, ya crazy nut. What are–”

“No,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “I mean, I’m in love with you, Helena. For now, for always. I want us to be a real couple, and live together, m-maybe have kids, grow old and grey together and — and…” I was crying.

My sister silenced me with a finger to my lips. “Cass.”

I stared at her in utter incomprehension. Had I just made a complete fool of myself?

“Oh, my sweet sister. Don’t you understand, even now?” She hugged me again, and I felt her lips brush my ear. “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

I pulled away, needing to see it in her eyes. Sure enough, there it was. “Y-you have…?”

“Ever since I knew I liked girls. It’s always been you, Cass. And all those things you want? I want them too.” She made a face. “Actually, it’s a maybe on having kids. You’ll have to talk me into that. Now on the other hand, if you wanted us to have a big dog, like a Saint Bernard–”

“Oh, be quiet!” I cried, all but dragging my sister into a heated embrace.

We kissed… and it felt like the first time all over again. Sisters and lovers. For now, for always.

The End

2 Comments on Shooting with Helena, Chapter 7

  1. zayne says:

    Just like that and it’s over the nice and sweet ending. Loved it, and would love to see a ton more of these types of nice sister-sister love stories on juicy secrets. The endings (despite being a complete fantasy) are still really heartwarming in a way. Keep em’ comin’.

  2. Milanov says:

    Still, I expected more .. I wanted more heroes to appear in action. For example, a threesome is very hot.
    But thank you very much for the story. I like it.

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