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The O Girls, Part One

  • Posted on February 20, 2018 at 7:15 am

By 1000 Monkeys

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2011 }

An uncharacteristic silence hung in the air of the brightly lit school classroom. Twenty-eight normally rowdy sixth-grade students were hunched quietly over their desks, the loudest noise coming from the buzzing florescent light fixtures above. It was a Friday afternoon, and everyone was working on the first major history test of the school year. Their teacher, Mrs. Johnson, relished the tranquility and spent her time grading papers.

Young Bethany, a bright and perky twelve-year-old redhead seated in the front row close to the window, sighed to herself in frustration. She was having an especially hard time with the last essay question, and was in the middle of erasing it for another go when the bell in the hall rang abruptly to signal the end of class. Beth jumped in her seat, the loud clanging startling her. A collective groan came from her fellow classmates – obviously there were quite a few who hadn’t finished the test. The clock on the wall confirmed it was 3:15, so school was officially over for the weekend. The room immediately filled with the drone of young voices talking over each other, and Beth threw down her pencil in dismay.

“Okay, class, that’s all the time you have,” called out Mrs. Johnson over the increasing chatter. “Take your tests and pass them to the front before you leave for the weekend. Make sure your name is on it! Also study chapter 8 in your math textbook for Monday, and remember to get your parents to sign the permission slip if you want to go on the science trip next week.”

Beth grumbled to herself, upset that she hadn’t finished the final question. She was still new at the school, having moved to the area just three months earlier during summer break. Her father had taken a new position at a large pharmaceutical company and Beth’s parents had dragged her from the bustling city to the picturesque town of Crestview – also known as Boring, USA. An only child, she was finding it hard to adjust to the small town atmosphere where everyone seemed to know everyone… except her. One of her favorite things, schoolwork, was even suffering from the move. Although she had easily maintained straight A’s at her old school, she was finding it extremely difficult to keep up the same grades here. She wasn’t sure if the work was actually harder, or if she was just too distracted with being the ‘new girl’ and trying to fit in.

Beth felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see the smiling face of Trisha, the pretty blondee who sat behind her. Trisha was holding out the collected test papers for Beth, who added her own to the top and tossed the stack on the teacher’s desk. Beth shoved her school supplies in her backpack and stood to join the line of impatient kids filing into the hallway. Once more she felt someone tap her shoulder, and when she looked it was Trisha – again.

“Uh, Beth, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked.

Beth frowned. Trisha was one of the most popular girls in sixth grade, part of the in-crowd that was always going to parties and having fun. Although Beth was pretty enough and had a great personality (or so her mom kept telling her), she knew she tended to be a bit shy, and had always enjoyed schoolwork… which was typically enough to keep girls like Trisha from seeing her as a social equal. Although Beth was okay with being ‘just another girl’, she hadn’t made any new friends at this school and was beginning to worry that she’d been labeled an outcast. Trisha had never taken the time to speak with her outside of what was necessary for school, so Beth was curious what she wanted.

“Um, sure Trish, what’s up?”

Trisha grabbed Beth’s hand. “Follow me. I want to talk to you in private.”

Trisha weaved her way with Beth into the packed hallway, but instead of following the crowd streaming towards the exit they moved against the flow, finally stopping inside a vacant, dimly lit stairwell at the back of the school. The din of noisy, yelling students gradually faded as the school emptied.

“What are we doing here, Trish? I’ll be late getting home.”

Trisha smiled with a kind of odd, secretive grin. “This’ll only take a minute. I know you’re new in school and I haven’t talked with you much, but you’ve been here two months already and you haven’t found any friends.”

Beth opened her mouth to object, embarrassed that someone like Trisha was monitoring her apparently nonexistent social life. Trisha sensed this and spoke again quickly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to give you a hard time. I’d actually like to make you an offer that could get you a lot of friends.”

Beth closed her mouth.

Trisha continued, “I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors about me, that I’m part of a special club. Do you know what it is?”

Shaking her head, Beth mumbled, ”Well, I heard someone saying that you and some of the other, uh, popular girls are all part of some secret thing… and they want to get into it too, but they don’t actually know what it is.”

Trisha grinned broadly. “And that’s just the way we like to keep it. Only those in the club know what we do or even what it’s called. Last night we had a vote and, well, we all decided that you should join us.”

Beth’s mouth fell open in shock. The popular girls wanted her to join them? She couldn’t believe it. “Uh, me, really? But why?”

“We really like you – we’ve been watching you for a while, and think you’ll fit right in.” Trisha emphasized that by quickly running her eyes up and down Beth’s body, which Beth found slightly disconcerting. “Now, we’re really picky on who we invite, and we first have to absolutely trust you. So if you want to join you’ll have to agree to do something.”

“Um, w-what?” stuttered Beth, suddenly panicking that this was all too good to be true and she wasn’t going to get to join after all.

“Well… it’s a little bit naughty, but that’s like what the club’s all about. You just have to trust us before we can trust you. So to join, you have to agree to do whatever we ask, but I can’t tell you what it is first. Call it your initiation.”

Beth hesitated, the logical part of her brain screaming at her to be cautious. “I don’t know about that… how do I know this isn’t going to be some sort of trick?”

Trisha slipped off her backpack and unzipped it. She rummaged around inside and came out holding a small digital video camera. “What you have to do is film yourself performing a dare with this camera. Full instructions are recorded on it, but before you can have it, you have to absolutely promise you’re going to do whatever it asks. Everyone in the club did it to join, even me. So you know it’s not a trick, there’s proof in here you can watch, but once you accept there’s no backing out.”

Beth reached toward the video camera but Trisha snatched it back, her expression shifting from friendly to serious, shaking the camera at Beth as she continued speaking. “This is a very secret club. If you take this, you’re joining us for real. So if you don’t do what it says or if you ever talk about the club to anyone else,” she paused for dramatic effect, “I will make your life fucking hell.”

Standing there slightly stunned at the force behind Trish’s words, Beth thought about what she was being offered. Joining the popular girls could very well change her life for the better at school… but what in the world did they want her to do? Would it get her in trouble?

Beth reached out and placed her hand on the camera. “I don’t have to do anything against the law, do I? Like steal something, or hurt someone?”

Trisha’s serious look instantly disappeared and she laughed, deep blue eyes sparking in the dim light of the stairwell. “Of course not – in fact, I know you’re going to like it. So, you swear you’ll do the dare and join us?”

Even though Beth didn’t know what the club was actually for, she didn’t care. Her longing to fit in at school and be accepted, bolstered by the thought of hanging out with the A-crowd and maybe becoming one of them herself, squashed any hesitation she had over the unknown dare. It had to be worth the risk.

She made up her mind and nodded, smiling as she accepted the camera. “Yes, I swear… I’ll do it.”

Trisha’s face beamed with joy as she rubbed her hands together. “Great! I’ll expect the camera back on Monday. Like I said, watch the first video to see what you have to do, and then there’s a couple other videos with members doing their dares.” She smiled slyly, “You’ll probably find those help a lot.”

Then Trisha reached out and grabbed Beth’s free hand with her own, looking deeply into her eyes with an expression that the redhead couldn’t place. “I’m so glad you agreed. We really wanted you.” After that, she turned and opened the stairwell door to leave.

Suddenly remembering something, Beth called out, “Hey, wait a minute — what’s the club called?”

Looking over her shoulder, the blonde answered, “The O Girls.”

“Huh? What do you mean, ‘oh’? What is this, some sort of Oprah cult?”

With a mischievous grin, Trisha laughed and replied, “Far from it. Just watch the video, okay? And make sure you’re all by yourself when you do.”

With that Trisha walked out, leaving Beth alone and confused, holding the video camera. The O Girls? What the hell? Although tempted to switch on the camera right there in the stairwell and see what secrets it held, she knew her mother would start worrying if she was too late getting home. So she dropped it in her backpack and left, running down the empty school hallway towards her bike.

She had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting weekend.

* * *

It was early Saturday morning before Beth got a chance to look at the camera’s contents. Curiosity had been killing her the night before, but she wanted to make sure she had enough time and privacy to figure out what this so-called dare involved. Since her family always slept in late on the weekends, usually until at least 10 AM, Beth set her alarm clock early to 7 AM. She awakened feeling a mixture of nervous apprehension and excitement.

Last night she’d noticed that the video camera had a television output jack, and she snuck a cable from her dad’s supply so she could watch whatever it held on the big LCD screen in her bedroom, instead of on the camera’s tiny one. Plugging everything in, she sat cross-legged in her favorite white pajamas at the end of her bed and switched the camera to play mode. It made a ‘bong’ sound through the television’s speakers, and flashed a logo, then displayed a list of recorded files. There was one file named WATCHME with a date from late Thursday night, and then three others with non-descriptive names dating from nearly a year ago up until last month.

She used the camera’s tiny joystick to move the cursor over to the WATCHME file and pressed play. The screen flickered with static for a few seconds, then solidified into the blurry image of something red. There were a few loud thumping sounds and the picture wobbled as the camera was put on a table. A figure stepped back, the focus adjusted, and Beth saw that it was Trisha standing in what must have been her bedroom. The window across from the camera was black, the only illumination coming from her bedside light. Trisha wore a red t-shirt and skinny blue jeans, her blonde hair held back with a black headband. Beth couldn’t help but notice how Trisha’s perky little breasts and hard nipples showed clearly through the thin material of the skin-tight shirt, the single source of light emphasizing their shape by casting long shadows across her chest.

“Hi Beth,” came Trisha’s friendly voice through the speakers, “If you’re watching this then you’ve decided to join us, and I’m only making this because I knew you would. The girls and I are really excited to have you join. As I’m sure I already told you, this is a very secret club, and the first rule is you must never talk about it to anyone, especially your parents or friends. What’s on this camera is just between us.”

Trisha leaned in closer and grinned. “Welcome to ‘The O Girls’! There are five members so far — me, Katie, Johanna, Britney, Abby, and now you to make an even six. I’m kind of the leader, but we all decide things together, like deciding on you. In case you’re wondering, the ‘O’ stands for orgasm, and the whole point of The O Girls is to have them.”

Beth’s face fell in shock. Orgasm? Although still young, she certainly knew what that meant. Was this some sort of sex club? Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as a sudden rush of adrenaline flooded into her veins. What had she gotten herself into?

The recorded Trisha continued explaining. “And now for your dare. You have to show us your O. That means you have to tape yourself coming. And not just showing your face or in panties, you have to be naked and we have to see it. You can get off however you want, but don’t try to fake it – we can tell. Everyone in the club’s already done it, and on this camera you’ll find me, and Johanna’s and Abby’s videos to prove that we’re for real… and maybe even give you some ideas.

“Rule number two is that we get ourselves and each other off all the time, so don’t be surprised if we’re a little frisky with you. We all want that amazing feeling, and getting it from someone else feels twice as good. Sleepovers, after-school homework, play dates, hanging out – there’s a lot of chances to get together, and when we can’t there’s webcams and making tapes to swap.”

Beth still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had discovered the joys of masturbation about a year earlier after a surprisingly graphic sex education video at school made her extremely curious, but while she certainly enjoyed giving her body the happy feeling – quite frequently, in fact – she’d never considered doing that sort of thing in front of someone else, or with another girl. She’d always known it was a private thing, and what they were doing was sick… wasn’t it?

On-screen, Trisha sat down on her bed before continuing. “If you’re wondering why we picked you, it actually started off as kind of a tease – we should invite the brainy new girl with no friends, right? But then we kept an eye on you and decided you were actually really nice. And the more I watched you, the more I noticed that you have a friggin’ hot body.”

Trisha licked her lips as her hand moved to her crotch, touching herself through her jeans. “Sitting behind you in class every day, I can’t stop thinking about grabbing that yummy ass you keep teasing me with, pressing my lips into yours and sucking on your tongue… then sliding my hand down your pants and feeling your wet cunny. Hey, someday I’ll probably do that.”

Beth’s face flushed a deep red color – almost matching her hair – to hear someone talk about her so crudely, especially a girl her own age that she barely knew. Still, a part of her was deeply flattered that Trisha thought of her that way. Was she really that sexy?

Trisha continued, “And we already know you’re totally into girls. We tested you for a couple weeks and saw how closely you looked when one of us flashed you. Like the other day in the locker room at the gym when Katie bent over right in front of you in her thong. Remember how it was sweaty and you could see right through it? That was just for you, and you really seemed to enjoy getting an eyeful of her ass.”

If it was possible, Beth’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red in complete embarrassment. The truth was she had been checking out girls while they were changing, but she didn’t think anyone had noticed. No one really got naked in there, since all they did was change in and out of sweats for gym class, but she still enjoyed sneaking glances at girls in their skimpy panties, and especially liked it when someone didn’t wear a bra. Did that mean she liked girls, and not boys? Or maybe she just liked both.

Beth realized that Trisha was still talking on the TV screen. “…and I know we all feel the same way. Well, it’s late now, and I gotta finish what I started here before I can get to sleep. I’ll be thinking sexy thoughts about you, hoping you’ll join.” Trisha stood up and added, “Now you just have one thing to do: show me your O!” She reached out toward the camera and the screen went dark.

Her hand shaking, Beth put the camera down and flopped on her back, staring vacantly at the light fixture on the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into? She’d never done anything even vaguely sexual with anyone else in the past, and here she was expected to make a nude tape of herself getting off so five girls she barely knew could watch her – and who knew how many others might see it in the future. Much to her chagrin, that thought generated a lustful longing deep in her body. What kind of horny slut was she to actually like that idea?

Beth sat up and grabbed the camera. She had to see those other videos to find out if this was for real. Selecting the first file dated nearly a year ago she pressed Play and leaned back. The television screen flickered to a bedroom she already recognized – it was Trisha’s, but some things had moved around and this time bright daylight streamed through the window across from the camera. Trisha stepped into view from the side wearing light purple pajamas, a beam of sunlight shining on her back and causing her golden blonde hair to glow like a halo around her head. She looked a little younger than she had in the previous video.

“Hi,” said the girl on the screen in a cheerful voice, “I’m Trisha, and I just turned eleven last month. Right now I’m in fifth grade at Crestview Middle School, and I want to show you my O.”

Without hesitation she tugged her pajama top off in one smooth motion and Beth immediately perked up. Trisha’s undeveloped chest was essentially flat, the first swells of her budding breasts just beginning to stand out from her ribs. Beth knew that Trisha’s boobs had grown quite a bit since this video was shot, but it was really sexy seeing her younger like this. Despite her lack of development, Trisha’s nipples were unusually large and puffy, tinted a deep pink color that stood out proudly against her pale, untanned skin. She turned around and pulled down her pajama bottoms, exposing her perfect little girl ass. Trisha’s plump cheeks jiggled as she kicked the pajamas to the side. Oh wow, thought Beth, she’s actually naked!

Still facing the other way, Trisha slapped her ass with both hands and cupped her cheeks, squeezing them tightly. She pivoted to face the camera and walked towards it seductively, slender hips swaying side-to-side as the television screen filled with an extreme close-up of her crotch.

Beth gasped involuntarily at the amazing view of Trisha’s flawless pussy, so clear she could actually make out the texture of her skin. Trisha’s puffy outer lips were squeezed tightly between her thighs, creating a triangle of snow white flesh with two perfectly curved bulges at the bottom. Her clit hood and inner labia formed a prominent ridge of darker colored skin that carved a sensuous line down the middle of her fat mound before disappearing between her legs. A tuft of almost invisible blonde pubic hair sprouted above the dimpled crown of her furrow, and delicate fingers came from above to stroke the golden fuzz.

“This stuff’s new,” the girl’s voice said. “I kinda like it since it’s so soft.”

Just then the camera moved, panning upward to Trisha’s round and happy-looking face, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. The image shook around a bit then settled at a higher perspective near the foot of her bed, looking over it at an angle. The camera shifted sideways until the entire bed was perfectly centered, and then the naked little girl stepped back into view and grinned toothily at the camera.

“This is my all-time favorite thing to do before school,” she whispered. Trisha turned and jumped on the bed stomach first, bouncing up and down as she landed.

She rose on her knees and grabbed a pillow, wedging it vertically between her legs and up against her pussy. Still facing away from the camera, she bent over and put her weight on her arms, then spread her knees and wiggled her crotch down on the bunched-up pillow. She began humping her hips slowly, rubbing her tiny twat in smooth strokes along it. Beth watched mesmerized as the pudgy little globes of Trisha’s buttocks clenched and unclenched while she steadily ground herself against the pillow. Her back arched and muscles flexed as she rode it in graceful, practiced motions. Wow, thought Beth, Trisha was really going to do this on tape!

Trisha began thrusting her pelvis harder and faster, the bed springs squeaking in protest at her rhythmic humping. After a minute she stopped and rolled over on her back, grabbing the pillow and pressing the part that had been touching her pussy against her face. After a moment she placed it under her head.

“It’s getting too wet, so I gotta stop that,” said Trisha quietly over the speakers. Beth wondered if Trisha would smell her pussy’s scent on that pillow all night long as she slept.

Beth feasted her eyes greedily on every nuance of Trisha’s undeveloped figure lying flat on the bed. Eventually she spread her legs, reaching down with both hands to stretch her vagina open as far as she could. The skin on the inside of her pussy crack was smooth and shiny, her inner labia sticking out like a fleshy little Mohawk until she grabbed the twin lips with her fingers and peeled them apart, fully exposing the intimate pink core of her juvenile sex. The small dark entrance of Trisha’s immature canal gaped open obscenely as she tugged her lips to the side, the moistness inside glistening in the light.

Beth felt her own pussy twitch at the incredibly intimate thing she was witnessing, and felt a drop of lubrication ooze slowly from her virgin hole and soak into the crotch of her pajamas. She was getting turned on something fierce, and all by another girl.

On the screen, Trisha delicately ran her finger between her labia, toying with the little flaps of skin before rubbing the length of her pussy with her hand. Beth could tell she was concentrating near the top, around her clitoris, and she knew for a fact that touching there felt especially good. Trisha began curling her fingers into the entrance of her pussy and dragging them upwards, and Beth figured she was spreading her wetness to make the rubbing easier.

As if reading her thoughts, the girl whispered almost inaudibly “I’m so wet down there… and it feels so good to rub it on myself…”

The camera angle wasn’t quite right to see the action clearly, so Beth leaned in towards the television as Trisha fingered herself with increasing passion, high-pitched mewing sounds escaping her open mouth. Beth had never heard a girl make noises like that before and found them highly erotic. She turned up the volume and discovered she could also hear Trisha’s tiny pussy making lewd slurping noises as she probed its depths with her fingers, gathering and spreading a slimy layer of liquid arousal over her yielding flesh.

Trisha’s mewing grew into earnest moans as she thrust her hips into her hand with even greater urgency, rocking back and forth on the bed and causing the headboard to bang lightly against the wall. Abruptly Trisha stopped and shifted her position closer to the camera, drawing her legs apart into a spread eagle position.

“I’m getting close, and I want you to see everything,” she said in an undertone.

Trisha tilted her pelvis upwards, shamelessly giving the camera a perfect view of her inflamed red pussy and the dark rosebud of her anus nestled between the swells of her buttocks. Trisha’s entire crotch glistened with wetness, and more seemed to be flowing down the crack of her ass. Since she hadn’t wet her hands with spit or anything, Beth knew that all that juice was straight from her pussy. Feeling the growing wetness between her own legs, she smiled knowingly.

With one hand Trisha pulled the skin at the top of her cleft and popped her swollen clit from under its hood, while with the other she began directly stroking the bright pink bump, occasionally dipping her fingers in her leaking hole for fresh lubrication. Trisha threw her head back against the pillow, licking her lips and moaning “uh, uh, uh” as her body trembled and her thighs jiggled, the intense sensation of rubbing directly on her clit head driving her wild with lust. Her fingers moved faster and the pitch of her voice increased until all of a sudden she groaned and gasped, “Oh god, I’m gonna come!”

Trisha’s hips hunched upwards sharply, mashing her clit into her hand as her lungs sucked in short bursts of air. She froze, her mouth hanging open in an expression of agonized anticipation. Every muscle in Trisha’s young body clenched, the tendons in her calves standing out as she strained right on the edge of release. Beth swore she could see Trisha’s cunt gape open even wider and her fleshy pink canal start to push out, until suddenly the girl’s lungs released a rush of air and she shrieked, tossing her head and arching her back as her body writhed in a powerful climax. Muscles deep in the young girl’s vagina pulsed in rapid contractions, her stomach heaving and the dark star of her sphincter winking open and closed in time with each orgasmic convulsion. Trisha’s hand twitched on top of her clit, drawing out the feelings of ecstasy for as long as she could.

Beth had never watched another girl come before and thought Trisha looked absolutely beautiful – stunning, in fact.

Soon enough it was over, and Trisha lay spent on her back, breathing heavily with her legs splayed open and her satisfied sex organs on full display. Beth heard her mumble something to herself about a great ‘O’ as she ran her hands over her body. Eventually Trisha sighed contentedly and leaned over on her side, looking into the camera with a wide grin on her face and giggling. She was obviously quite pleased with herself. She looked between her legs and started laughing out loud, giving her pussy a few hard slaps with her hand as she looked back at the camera. “That was one of the best ever! I got so horny knowing someone’s gonna be watching this — it made me super wet. Just look at my bed!”

Trisha stood up and took the camera, holding it over the bed as she focused on a dark wet stain that her masturbation session had left on the sheets. Beth could see the outline of Trisha’s ass from where her pussy’s leaking juices had pooled around it, and there was a smear of something thick and white in the middle. The camera swung up to her face. “Just look at the mess I made,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip playfully. “I’m such a dirty girl… I don’t know what my mom thinks of my sheets when she changes them!”

The camera’s view blurred and re-focused on a close-up of Trisha’s now red and swollen pussy. Her skin was glossy with slick lubrication and thick white cream oozed from between her protruding labia. With one hand Trisha spread the top of her furrow, pulling the skin of her clit hood back and for the first time giving Beth a close-up look at the pointed pink nub of her bloated clitoris. Gooey strings of lubrication stretched from one side of her deep cleft to the other.

“She’s so big now,” commented Trish, obviously referencing her clit. “She still feels like she’s on fire!”

Trisha released her grip and her little love button disappeared amongst the soothing warm folds of flesh. Her fingers moved lower, sliding along her labia and between her legs, coming out coated with gooey pussy juice and streaks of something thick and white. Her gleaming fingers moved upwards, the camera following them all the way until she stuck them in her mouth and cleaned them off with a loud smack of her lips. She moaned appreciatively at the heady taste of her aftermath.

“I love making myself come like that before school… then my pussy feels warm and happy all morning.” Her hand disappeared from view and came back with another thick coating of sexual fluids that she again sucked from her fingers.

Trisha smiled into the camera and licked her lips. “Mmm, I hoped you liked watching my O… I really enjoyed showing it to you.” The camera shook as she picked it up, and a moment later the screen went black. The video was over.

Beth sat on the edge of her bed, too stunned to move. That was so fucking hot, she thought to herself, slightly uncomfortable at her own use of foul language even if it was only in her head.

She reached down to her crotch and found that her pajama bottoms now had a very large wet spot, the damp fabric wedged in the crack of her pussy and clinging to her skin. Shifting her position, she felt another trickle of lubrication leak between her legs. She couldn’t believe she was so turned on — and all from watching another girl masturbate.

What would the next video show? Beth quickly queued up the second file.

Part Two is coming soon!

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.

To be further elaborated upon in… Chapter 6!

First Light of Day

  • Posted on February 9, 2018 at 7:59 am

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2006 }

I parked a couple of hundred feet down the road and stepped out of the car in the hot night. I gently closed the car door and stood there in the dark, looking toward the light that stood above the old farmhouse. God, what was I doing? It was crazy. Yes, it was crazy, but it had to be done. I had to see my love before I could go on.

I began walking up the road, slowly at first then faster, and then Molly began barking. Shit, I had forgotten about Molly. She wasn’t just barking either; she was growling and snarling viciously. I got closer to the house as the big old dog came bounding down to me, ready to tear me apart.

“Molly, it’s me,” I said. “It’s Kat.”

Fortunately my scent and the sound of my voice calmed her and her snarls turned to playful and excited whimpers. I knelt down and petted her soft coat and calmed her. She put her paws on my shoulders and licked my face. That was Molly, the snow white collie, old now but still big and beautiful.

“Quiet now, girl,” I told her, standing up and walking up the hill to the house as Molly tagged along close behind. I began to shake a bit, nervous and afraid and excited all at the same time. Sweat dripped from my brow as I stepped around the house to the back door.

I opened the door, silently thanking whoever had been liberal with the oil can on the hinges. I carefully closed the door and stepped cautiously. An old house is an old house and there’s no way to keep the floor from creaking. I had grown up in that house and knew where to step, but you never knew when a new squeak or groan might find its way into the boards.

The hardest part was the stairs, the stairs up to where my angel slept, those old stairs I had sneaked up and down many a time in the middle of the night. I slipped off my hard shoes and started up, stepping to the edges of the stairs. I’d forgotten just how many steps there were; it seemed like forever reaching the top, but I got there with just the slightest groan on the top step.

Her door was at the end, the one opposite my sister’s all the way at the other end. I moved slowly, allowing my toes to touch each board before lowering my full weight. It all seemed so slow and frightening, but well worth it. I turned the knob and entered her room, only allowing myself a glimpse to make sure it was her sleeping on the bed before turning to close the door. Then, taking a breath, I turned and looked.

Words cannot express what I felt looking upon my sweet Maggie, my beautiful little girl, my sister’s child. The last time I had seen her she had just turned ten years old. Now she was halfway between eleven and twelve. Time had not marred her. My God, in the soft light of the moon she looked even more beautiful than before.

She was on her side, wearing a very small nightgown, her slender legs stretched out with the feet straight and the little toes curled. I made my way to the small lamp on the bedside table. I turned the switch and looked at her again in the light. It only got better. She had a golden tan, not the sort of tan you get stretched out and covered with lotion, but the kind you get running and playing in the summer sun, bathing in Miller’s stream, lying in the grass and looking up at the shapes in the clouds.

I knelt down at the edge of the bed and looked into her round face. I reached over, allowing my fingers to brush the soft little hairs above her brow. Her hair was light brown but lightened by the sun so that some strands shimmered like gold. I began to let my fingers move closer to her skin to slowly caress my girl awake. I stroked her round forehead and then let the back of my hand caress her upper cheek. Her breathing changed, she yawned, and then, with all of the drama that I had dreamed of, opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Aunty K-,” she began to squeal, but I covered her mouth and shushed her.

“Hello, my angel,” I said, shedding tears that I could not – and did not try to – control. In her tight embrace, I sobbed quietly at her shoulder. “Oh, I love you so much, my sweet Maggie.”

“I love you, too, Aunt Kat.”

“I had to see you, my dear sweet love,” I told her. “I had to come. I want to take you for a ride. You see, I knew that your mom wouldn’t let me in the door, Maggie, but I had to see you. Will you come and take a ride with me before she wakes up?”

“Oh, yes!” she whispered excitedly. “Let me get dressed and I’ll come with you.”

“Come as you are, sweetie; just as you are.”

I helped her off the bed and I went around and shut off her light. The two of us went out the door together. I will not detail again that long slow journey through the house; I will just say that young Maggie was evidently training herself in the art of sneaking around the old house just as I had. When we got outside, I grinned at her and told her how I used to sneak out at her age. She grinned back as Molly greeted her with an excited bark and she pet the old girl and hushed her.

We walked down the road toward the old car and I opened the door for her. Molly didn’t try to come along; when we got to the car, she turned and headed back to the house. I started up the car and turned it around in the gravel, heading the other way, with my sweet little Maggie snuggled up to my arm.

There was so much to say, so much I had rehearsed on my drive along the endless road to see her, but I was much too overwhelmed to utter a word of it. Maggie, too, remained silent. I wondered if she knew where we were headed. I wondered if she remembered. I wondered…

I had to look for it, that old dirt road that veered off into the trees by Miller’s stream. I slowed the car and peered out through the bug-spattered windshield.

“It’s just up there,” Maggie said, pointing out beyond the headlights and off to the right.

We got up to the turn-off, I pulled off onto the dirt, and I welcomed Maggie onto my lap. She planted her pert round butt on my upper thighs and lay back against me.

“It’s so quiet here,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

“I miss it sometimes,” I sighed.

“I… miss you all the time,” my little girl said, just like that, and she sighed.

“Baby…” I began, but fear stopped me. I was afraid to bring up what had happened between us before, what I had done, what…

“Do you remember what we did?” I blurted out, feeling foolish afterward for asking so anxiously.

“Yes,” she answered with a quiver in her voice. “I… I think about it all the time, Aunt Kat.”

“I just… I’m sorry, but I have to know how you felt… about…”

Maggie sat up and turned to look at me. Her eyes dropped and she took a breath before she looked up at me again.

“Do you ever think about the way I touched you?”

“Yes.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Maggie maneuvered herself around, turning to straddle my lap, and she looked in my face and placed her hands on my cheeks. There was a soft look in her eyes then, and I was sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Her lips came closer to mine and met them. Her kiss was soft and sweet and lingering. Her touch was so gentle and soft, unlike any touch I had ever felt before. When her lips pulled away, she looked at me tenderly. “I love you, Kat,” she said.

“I asked you how…”

“No,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “No talking,” she whispered, and she pressed her mouth to mine once again, this time more forcefully. I allowed her to explore my lips, suck at them, rub at them, caress them with her own. I was surprised, taken aback, and a bit frightened by what was happening. For a moment it was as if I was the child and she was the woman, but reality took hold and I gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I told her, reaching up and running my fingers through her hair. “I want you to, yes, but not if you don’t…”

“I do,” she said, once again putting her finger to my lips. “More than anything. Can we watch the sunrise together, like we used to?”

“Sure, baby.”

“Will you touch me like you did…?”

“Of course, my sweet lover.”

My beautiful niece lifted her arms and I lifted her nightgown, exposing her slender young body almost completely, pulling it off over her head and tossing it aside. Maggie turned around again, lying back against me, her arms out to her sides. She sighed as I began to kiss at her ear and her neck, my hands caressing her arms as she sat very still. The smell of her, the warmth of her, her softness was all intoxicating to me. My kisses moved to her neck and my hands moved to her chest, my fingertips dancing lightly upon her flesh. She began to breathe just a little faster. When I touched her nipples, I felt her legs twitch ever-so-slightly, as if a small spark had been set off between them. I felt the little nipples harden as I rubbed them, and once again her breath seemed to quicken.

I became aware of the light, the beginning of the dawn, its light pale and unobtrusive. One of my hands moved down, the fingertips gliding over the plains of her tummy. Her legs spread further apart as I got closer. I felt the tingle in my loins, a tingle of excited anticipation as I slipped one hand inside her little cotton panties. The car felt so small with her body so closely pressed against me. I felt myself shaking with her as I began to stroke the little hood where the clitoris lived. I felt her every little movement and heard her every sound. Birds may have been singing, the light may have been creeping in, but to me all that existed was my Maggie’s pleasure. Very quickly I reached up and tilted the rear-view mirror so that I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved as she breathed. She was trembling. Her hips began to move, as if to grind against my fingers.

For the longest time I touched her like that, watched her in the mirror as the light became stronger while remaining soft and pale. I saw her head move from side to side. Then, quite suddenly, in a fevered sort of frenzy, Maggie lifted her butt off my thighs and jerked down her panties. She lifted one leg so she could pull one foot though them. Then she rested again, drawing my hand in, pressing it firmly to her clitoris, clutching at my other hand, slipping her fingers through mine and squeezing tight.

“Oh…” she whimpered, her breaths becoming gasps. “Oh, please…”

“Yes, my love,” I said. “Let it out. I have you.”

The next thing I knew her thighs came together and her whole body seized. Her breath stopped and she let out a squeal as it hit her, a wonderfully powerful orgasm. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as she let out the most beautiful sounding little cries, soft cries mixed in with her convulsing breaths. It was then that the first ray of sunlight came into the car, and it fell directly upon her sweet face. Bathed in light, she held on. Time seemed to stop there for a moment as the feeling seemed to remain with her, and I continued to press my fingers to her clitoris until I heard her breathing quiet.

“Oh, my love,” I whispered in her ear. I looked up into the rear-view mirror and saw her eyes looking at me. I began to take my hand from between her legs, but she grabbed it and pulled it back.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please…”

My sweet Maggie was begging for more. I could not have dreamed of such a reaction; in fact, I had wondered all through my journey if my touches would be welcome at all. There I was, and there she was with me, delightfully and beautifully naked, aroused and excited and searching for another sweet orgasm at the touch of my trembling hand.

“Oh, my little girl,” I said, “I dreamed of doing this so many times.”

“Me, too…” she sighed, her voice soft and breathless. “Oh, please… yes…”

I felt her body quake and quiver and I rubbed her clitoris feverishly. Once again, with a delightful squeal, she found her pleasure. She cried out in release as the second orgasm surged through her in spasms and I struggled to hold onto her as she seemed about to fall off to one side. With a womanly passion, she reached up and grasped my head, turning her own to press her lips to mine in a hungry French kiss.

It had grown very hot in the car, and it was then that my Maggie slipped off my lap and took my hand. She smiled, spreading my fingers out and looking up at me as she kissed them, one by one.

“Did you really think about me touching you when I was gone?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, just a little in the beginning… but then I started doing it a lot.”

“Did you touch yourself when you thought about it?”

“Hee hee…” Maggie laughed sweetly. “Yes.”

My attention was snapped away just as I was about to kiss my angel. It was a car coming up behind us. It was not just any car. It had lights on top. They were not lit up, but that did not matter. What mattered was that the driver’s side door was opening and the police officer was getting out.

“M-Maggie, you might want to put on your nightgown… quickly.”

The little girl turned to look and grabbed her nightgown. The cop stopped to look at the out-of-state license plate and walked slowly, as big shot cops like to do, the whole John Wayne bit. That gave Maggie plenty of time to put on her little nightgown, but then she plopped herself right on my lap. When the cop got to the window and looked in, her big smile was the first thing he saw.

“Hi, Mister Daley,” she said. I had forgotten what it was like living in small town America, knowing everyone. But I didn’t remember this man, and he didn’t know me. I was sweating bullets, feeling just how hot it had grown in the car, and not feeling very well. I hadn’t eaten for a while, and the stress made me feel weak.

“Hello, Maggie,” the cop said. “How are you?” I kept my head down, but I could feel his eyes on me. “Maybe you can introduce me to your friend.”

“Oh, you mean my Aunt Katherine?” Maggie grinned. “She’s here for a surprise visit. Isn’t that nice?”

“Well… yes,” the officer said. Maggie kept that beautiful grin beaming. It made it difficult for the cop to be anything but friendly. I felt Maggie’s hand take mine. She drew it up under her nightgown and in between her legs where the flesh was still bare. I turned my head slightly and saw her panties lying on the passenger’s side of the front seat. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I wanted to reach over and tuck them somewhere, but my hand was busy doing something else.

“How are you doing this morning, ma’am?” the cop asked me.

“I-I’m very well… officer.”

“You know, this isn’t really an appropriate parking spot, ma’am.”

“Oh, Mister Miller, people are always parking here,” Maggie smiled. I felt a tremble below, where her fingers pressed mine against her swollen little clit. She was on fire down there, but up above she was cool as a cucumber. “Are you trying to give my aunt a hard time?”

“Well… I… um…” the cop was without a comeback. “The point is…”

“Are you bored, Mister Miller?” Maggie asked. “My grandpa says that you guys get bored and you go out and hassle people.”

“Oh, when did he say that, Maggie?”

“When you gave him a ticket for driving too fast. Remember that?”

“Oh,” the cop said, looking down. I sensed that he was embarrassed; I didn’t know why and it didn’t matter. Maggie was winning, the little minx. She was amazing. And the whole time she was charming and outwitting the cop, she was pressing my fingers to her sweet sex. I was reeling.

“Well, ma’am, I am sorry to bother you. Maggie, you have a nice day.”

“I’ll tell my grandpa you said hi,” Maggie said.

The cop walked back to his car, got in, backed out and drove away. My eyes followed him in the rear-view mirror, then caught my Maggie looking at me. She was rocking her hips, riding my hand.

“Little girl,” I said, “you are out of this world. Why would you make me rub on you with the cop standing there?”

“I just like being sneaky; it makes me tingly,” she sighed. “Did you like how I talked to him?”

“Yes, but why did he get all soft when you talked about my dad?”

“He got in big trouble…” she gasped, her lower lip quivering. “My grandpa went to the station and complained about the ticket. He’s friend’s with… the chief.”

My little girl had sweat glistening on her brow, so I wiped it away. I was eager to see my little girl come to another orgasm, but she stopped me, grasping my hand. “It’s hot in here…” she said.

I nodded. “Yes, it is.”

“Maybe we should go for a walk and cool off.  You wanna go down to the stream?”

Oh, the memories, the memories of Miller’s Stream! It was there that I kissed my little lover — really kissed her — for the first time.

We had gone for a walk together, and I had told Maggie the secret about my sexuality, my love of other women. She had never heard of such a thing before, but was clearly delighted by the idea of girls loving girls.

That’s when I truly went for broke, and confessed the deep, dark secret that no one else knew about me… my sexual desire for young girls. I told her of the excitement, the fierce craving I felt for adolescent cuties that made me tremble inside. How badly I wanted to kiss them, touch their baby-soft skin, guide them gently into the world of love. I guess my secret had been bottled up inside me for far too long, because I told Maggie far more than I had intended.

She never seemed disturbed by my confessions, though. Her hand remained in mine as we walked together, her questions honestly curious. Then she halted mid-stride, gazed up at me and asked the question that changed everything between us.

“Aunt Kat,” she began hesitantly, “do you… have you ever, um, felt that way about me?”

My heart was suddenly thumping, my mouth dry. I knew full well what I risked by being honest with her… the very real possibility of losing my precious niece. Making her fear me — or at least uncomfortable in my presence. And yet, and yet… I couldn’t lie to Maggie.

“Yes,” I said in a small voice. “I have thought about you… that way. M-many times.”

She stood silently, digesting this revelation. I was terrified, on the verge of tears. What had I just done?

And then, she took my hand in hers, a gentle smile on her lips. “Aunt Kat… would you like to kiss me?”

I doubt I will ever again experience a joy as absolute as what I felt at that moment. Not a word could I speak — I only nodded my head foolishly.

Maggie opened my jacket, then slipped inside with me, her slender arms winding around my back. Her face tilted up toward mine, her eyes closed. And we kissed.

But now I wasn’t much in the mood for that, not after the cop’s visit. Nearly getting caught with my Maggie naked in the car — as well as the other things I could have been nailed for, had he called in — had not set well with my stomach.

But Maggie looked up at me and smiled and her charm worked its magic. I looked in those eyes, wrapped my fingers tight around the door handle, jerked it down and heaved a sigh.

The world was always there. It was weighing on me and it had been for a long time. Maggie made the world go away, just the same way she made the cop go away. She did it with a smile and a touch and a sweet little sigh. I loved her and I felt safe with her. Imagine that, a woman who has held people at gunpoint and taken their money being protected by an innocent — well, innocent but wily — ten-year-old girl with beautiful brown eyes.

My God, why was I here? Why had I come back, knowing I would have to leave her again? And now, seeing what she had turned into, it would be even harder to leave her. And it would be hard to go back to Janice.

Janice was my mentor and partner in crime, my lover, but she was not my friend. She wasn’t much of a lover either, but that’s another story. The fact is that with Maggie near me, in my arms or by my side, I could not even think of Janice in the same light. I had left her abruptly to come here, left her while she was sleeping, just a short note on the motel nightstand telling her I would be back in a couple of days. It was sure to anger her, and she was not a good-tempered woman.

With Maggie leading me by the hand, we descended the hill to Miller’s Stream. I felt so dizzy, and not so sure-footed, while my little lover moved so gracefully on her bare feet. Oh, it really hit me, the host of memories that came flooding back as I sat down at the edge of the water. Maggie sat next to me and put her feet and legs in the water. She reached down and put her hands in and brought a splash of water up to her face. I did the same. It felt good.

“Take off your shoes, Kat.”

I did take off my shoes and my socks, and I rolled up my pants legs and dipped into the water. Oh, so cool it was! And on tired feet it felt better than wonderful. I held my Maggie’s hand and kicked my feet as she kicked hers. It was all good, all sweet, all innocent, and I forgot everything again, everything but her and myself.

She was more than beautiful at that moment, and as she reached down, lifted her nightgown and took it off there by the stream, I was in awe of her body. In the car, I had not really had the chance to gaze upon her in all of her naked splendor. I took her hands, both of them, and guided her to sit on my legs, facing me, straddling my knees. I grinned at my girl and looked her over.

Oh, who had created this work of beauty that sat so still and quiet before me? Surely something, some being with the eye of an artist, a renaissance painter, had produced this masterpiece. How could she have just appeared here by chance, by mere genetic code, by such cold scientific principles as we’re taught in school? No, I did not believe in the bible, but I knew that someone somewhere had worked a miracle in creating my young Maggie.

From the top of her head to her sweet face, along the curve of her neck, her smooth shoulders, the roundness of her upper chest, the summer golden glow covering her skin, golden all over, and her little buds poking out like little tiny cones, the nipples stiffening as I touch them, pinch them so gently, I lower my head and suckle at them, and her tummy so flat and perfect and brown and smooth and kissable, her thighs the same, firm and shapely like a woman’s thighs, the thighs of a well-fed farm girl, and between them that sweet little crack spread open, dark red lips protruding, the pink beyond revealing itself as I reach down and spread the lips and seek out the swollen bud of her clit, hiding from me under its fleshy hood, but I rush, forgetting the full legs, the calves so shapely and sexy and the pretty feet and edible little toes…

I took one leg and raised it so I could kiss one foot. I kissed it, then sucked at her toes as she watched me with a sweet smile. My hand was working on her all the while, rubbing her clit slowly and gently to start, only because I wanted to taste her, to make her come with my mouth for the first time. Yes, I wanted desperately to taste my Maggie’s sweet little sex, to make her grind against my face, to make her come under the teasing and exploring of my tongue.

I nibbled my way down her thighs, and then I beckoned her to move up, to sit with her pussy over my face as I lay back and used my tongue. She moved over my face eagerly, as curious to feel it as I was to taste her for the first time. She spread her legs over my head, spread them far apart, and the red and pink flower blossomed like a rose. I began licking the flower whose nectar tasted of a tangy sort of sweetness.

I felt my little niece react immediately. She seemed ready for any and all pleasures, so ready that I have to admit to being a bit timid. It is one thing to kiss and fondle an ten-year-old girl and be uncertain about her feelings, but to be under the spell of the same girl two years later, a girl excited beyond belief, it makes you doubt reality. I really did imagine for a moment that I was back in the car sleeping somewhere on the road, or maybe back in the motel, dreaming all of this.

“Oh, Kat…” the angel sang. “Oh, that feels so… so good.”

I could not speak for what I was doing, but if I could I would have told her that the pleasure belonged to her, it was there for the taking, that it was intended to be so. Once again, only a higher being could create something so pleasurable, but I will not digress beyond that. What she was feeling was wonderful and right; no one can tell me different. And as she approached orgasm, I was working at myself, slipping my hand down the front of my pants, tingling like crazy, feeling a little out of control.

“Oh… my… God!” she squealed. She was grinding on my mouth when it hit her. Her cries echoed there through the trees as she seemed to lose control, and I had to hold her to keep her from falling, hold her as I laid her gently on the hard ground, my head tightly pressed between her squeezing thighs. “Oh… oh… it feels so…” and again she squealed, as if another had begun before the first had gone. It was all I could do to wiggle my tongue against her clit with her legs gripping me like a vice. Her juices flowed sweet and tart and coated my face. My own loins were singing, craving release.

With an expression of total satisfaction, relaxed as she could be, my Maggie lay there on the ground. I lifted my head from between her thighs and moved up next to her, lying on my side, caressing her flushed golden skin.

“Kat, that felt so wonderful,” she said, her voice soft and breathless and sweet. “Never leave me.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” I told her, feeling a lump in my throat, “I don’t want to leave you, but I can’t stay here.”

Maggie reached a hand out and stroked my cheek with her little fingers. She looked at me tenderly, her eyes soft and moist. She looked away.

“I understand,” she said. She rested there, still caressing my face, and then turned to look into my eyes again. She put her arms about my neck and pulled me close, kissing my lips, and then hugging tightly to her shoulder. I felt her lips touch my ear. And she whispered, “Take me with you.”

Take her with me? God, how I wanted to! But how could I? My thoughts were racing each other as I lay there holding my sweet Maggie, thoughts of her sitting in some lonely motel room with me, her whole life ahead of her yet stuck hiding out with me. They would come after me for taking her, and then we would really be on the run. And what about Janice? She was back there with most of the loot and there was no way she would go for taking a ten-year-old girl along for the ride.

Not for the first time, I felt a deep regret for the life I had. Well, I hadn’t so much chosen it as I had allowed it to choose me. But why couldn’t I have met someone nice, someone who wasn’t a thief? Janice hated the world and everybody in it, and she robbed people because they had it coming. For me, it was a game, but for her it was fuck or get fucked. She was a true dyke, stereotypical, the kind people made fun of, the kind who hated men but cut her hair and dressed like a man.

And as I lay there with my naked little lover, I actually thought of Janice and got disgusted. I had really gone astray. I had gone with Janice — let’s face it — because she was like a man. She was strong, a protector, and she had that romantic look of an outlaw. I was a weak-willed person, easy to persuade because I had no idea how to take care of myself, let alone anyone else.

“Maggie,” I said, “there is no way I can take you with me.”

“No?” the little girl sobbed. “Why not?”

“You don’t know anything about my life, angel. I’ve been places and I’ve done… things. You don’t want to come with me, really.”

“Yes, I do,” she said. “I don’t like living with Grandma and Grandpa. They don’t let me have any fun.”

“But you’re clothed and well-fed and you have Molly and a nice warm bed…”

“Everything I say or do is a sin, Kat!”

Oh, there it was, wasn’t it? Sin, the big S word. The good old Baptists, standing so tall and prim and proper! God, how I hated the way they indoctrinated the young. And if you rebelled, there came the rod.

“Do they spank you, Maggie?”

“Ye-es,” Maggie said, “they do.”

Oh God, the spankings. But they glorified it by saying it was the Lord’s way. They said it was not done with anger, it was not a beating. It was a ritual, the telling of what you’ve done wrong, sitting down, taking you across their lap, and using a belt or a switch so that the bare hand never makes contact with your flesh. They say it is love, the Lord’s way. Spare the rod, spoil the child. It is not to break your spirit, but your will to do wrong.

So, dear Mother and Father, where did my spirit go if you did not take it from me?

“Oh, Kat, please…” she said tearfully. “I can touch you, too. I can make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

The thought of that made me tingle. At the same time, I felt so unclean, so dirty in her presence. Why couldn’t I just shut off my thoughts for a second and feel?

“I want to do it now,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Touch you…”

“You do?”

Within seconds my Maggie was straddling me again, but this time she was unbuttoning my shirt. A smile appeared on her face, a renewed excitement stopping the tears. I reached up and wiped those tears away and gave myself to her for the moment. My thought was, what if this is the only chance we ever get for such a thing, for her to pleasure me and for me to feel pleasure from her?

My shirt was open and I sat up, allowing her to slip it off. I unhooked my bra and removed it for her, as I thought her little fingers would not be up to such a task. She looked at my breast as I lay back down. She hesitated, then reached out and stroked them with her fingers. She focused on the nipples, caressing them to hardness, grinning at the result.

“Pinch them, sweetie,” I said. “I like that.”

“Really?” And she pinched them really hard, but that was just how I liked it! I gasped and closed my eyes, feeling the shock waves go through my body. When I opened them again, all I could see was Maggie’s smile, and the look in her eyes that told me she was going to enjoy this.

“Can I suck on them?”

“Don’t even ask, baby,” I said softly. “Do as you please. I am sure that anything you do is going to feel good.”

My Maggie lay against me and I stroked her hair as she closed her mouth about one nipple. To my surprise, she reached up and pinched the other so as not to neglect it while she sucked the one. Oh, it was so heavenly to be suckled by her, and knowing I liked the pinching, she even bit, but she used some restraint there. She switched from one nipple to the other and it felt so good that it caused a tingling in my loins. I began moving my legs below, squeezing them together. My Maggie lifted her face from my breast and grinned.

“Now I get to touch your cunt.”

“Where,” I gasped, “where did you ever hear such a word?”

“A boy said it on the playground.”

Oh, well, on every playground there’s a kid who knows it all, isn’t there? I undid my pants and Maggie lay beside me. I took her hand and slipped it down my panties. I spread my lips, then I pressed her fingers to my clit.

“Rub just like that,” I whispered.

The excitement of her touching me easily made up for any awkwardness in her probing… and her mouth was right back at my closest nipple, biting and sucking at it as she worked her fingers at my clit. I tried my best to clear my mind of everything, and my Maggie helped in that way, for after a moment I could think of nothing but what she was doing to me.

If I did think of anything, it was about the first time another girl had touched me in such a way. Like Maggie, and like me at the time, she had been young and inexperienced, but oh how her touch had thrilled me!

Maggie was so patient about her fondling, I was surprised. And it was nice. I was used to having to rush myself, sometimes even faking it, but here there was no rush. When I finally asked Maggie to rub faster and more firmly, it was my clit begging for it. I was on the edge, and I needed a push.

The world was spinning and I closed my eyes and felt the warmth and the tingle, the fire rising inside. I held my breath, tensing time after time, reaching for it, like a piece of fruit dangling just beyond my grasp, and then, suddenly, it was there and I let the pleasure take me.

“Oh!” I cried, and I felt Maggie press herself to me as I came. It was a wonderful orgasm, the kind that comes from waiting, from allowing the fire to slowly build. It lasted a long time, and I know that it excited Maggie, for I could feel her grinding against my thigh. “Oh, my love,” I said, “that was wonderful.”

“Mmmm,” she smiled softly at me as I looked at her. “That was fun. You want me to lick you now?”

“Oh, baby,” I said, dreading the words, “I should be getting you back to the house.”

By saying that I instantly turned my niece’s smile to a frown. Was there any way I could leave this time without breaking her little heart? God, I hated the world, for all its taboos, its righteousness, its hypocrisy.

I have to say that my little niece did her best not to cry as we climbed back up to the car and climbed in, she put her panties on and I pulled the car out, heading back to the road that led back to my sister’s house. She was quiet and I was quiet, and she snuggled against me as I drove.

When I turned onto the street I’d grown up on, Molly and I looked sadly at one another.

“I love you, Aunt Kat,” she said, gazing forlornly at me. “I wish we could run away and get married.”

“I wish we could too, babe,” I murmured, holding back tears of my own.

I knew I would have to speak to my mother. I didn’t want Maggie to get into trouble. I was the outcast daughter, the bad girl, and it wasn’t going to hurt me to get a helping of whatever my mother dished out. Believe me, she had dished it all out before. The only fear I had was of my father. What if he had discovered Maggie’s absence and stayed home from the field this morning?

When we pulled up to the house, Molly came out barking excitedly and Maggie and I got out, looking sadly at one another. The backdoor opened and there stood my mother, looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.

“Hello, Mother,” I said. “I wanted to see Maggie, so I kind of snuck in–”

“How dare you!” she said. “Maggie, get in the house and go up to your room.”

Maggie rushed to me and stood by my side, hugging me.

“Grandma,” she said. “Please don’t be mad at Aunt Kat. She was just scared to see you.”

“I bet she was!” my mother said. “Get in the house, Maggie!”

No!” Maggie yelled. “I won’t!”

I sensed a spanking coming now, whatever happened. I wanted so much to say something, but I began to feel dizzy again. I was tired and hungry and thirsty. I needed to sit down, but it was too late for that.

The next thing I knew I was coming to with my head in my mother’s lap. She had pressed a cold washcloth to my brow. The look of concern in her eyes was not something she could conceal. There were even tears. Maggie stood by with a glass of water, and my mother helped me to sit up and have a drink. My mother backed away from me and maintained her distance. She wiped her eyes with her apron.

“Are you hungry?” my mother asked with little emotion.

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, I can cook you some bacon and eggs, then you’ve got to be on your way. I can’t let you go without giving you a good meal, Katherine, but that’s all I can do.”

“I know.”

“You look like you need some rest. There’s a motel just up the road near Lancer’s. It’s where the sinners go to bed down together come the weekend. You should feel right at ho-” and she stopped there. “You should be able to rest there, if you have the money for a room.”

“I do.”

“All right then. Wait here. I will bring your breakfast out in a few. Maggie, say your goodbyes and get back in the house. You’re not even dressed proper.”

My heart sank. My mother would not even allow me inside. And Maggie stood there, tears welling in her eyes. This was all happening much too fast. I didn’t have time to think. God, I wanted to take Maggie, jump in the car and run away with her, take her far away from here. But I lacked the strength, the spirit.

Maggie stepped over to me, she put her arms about my neck and hugged me tightly. I felt as if she were being stripped away from me, and she must have felt the same, only ten times worse. She left my shoulder warm and wet with her tears and then ran. The door slammed. I looked up. Molly came to me. I pet and hugged the old girl as I cried. Molly whimpered and licked my face, as if she knew.

Not much to say about the remainder of my visit. I ate the food. It was how I remembered, delicious. And my mother even cracked a smile, almost, as I thanked her. I got up, walked to my car, turned and looked up. I saw Maggie looking down from her open window. I looked at my mother. She hesitated at the door, looking my way.

“Mother?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’ll be at the motel you told me about, if you want to talk. But I’ll be probably be leaving after I have a good sleep, so I–”

“We have nothing to talk about, Katherine,” she said, her face a stone wall. “But I’ll pray for you.” Then she turned away.

I got in the car. I started it up. I pulled out and drove away. I found the motel. I got a room. I went to this liquor store across the way and bought a bottle. I made myself as comfortable as I could, watched the crap on the TV, and passed out.

I slept for quite a while. I woke up a couple of times, but just drank some more and passed out again. It was only when I woke up early in the morning, long past when my mother would have had a chance to come talk with me, that I tossed what was left of the bottle, took a shower and headed back out onto the road.

I felt numb, driving away from everything I knew again, and the only person I loved with all my heart and soul. I searched the radio for anything, but all I got was fuzz. I turned it off. I stuck my arm out the window. As the light entered the sky and I breathed in the morning air, I smelled a familiar smell. If I hadn’t been so hollow, so empty, I might have enjoyed it — and I knew what it was, it was what remained of Maggie, her presence in the car, the scent she had left there.

The End

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.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Goodnight

  • Posted on February 2, 2018 at 8:19 am

By Jody and Lisa

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

It was the end of a long day.

I’d arrived in town just that afternoon with a rented car and my meager belongings. My sister, Jessica, was letting me stay with her until I got settled — though she’d warned that her one-bedroom apartment was not large.

I had no idea, yet, how I was going to survive here in the city, but I couldn’t stay at home any longer. My parents had thrown a fit when they read my diary and learned about my sex life.  Most offensive to their mid-western values was my increasing preference for women.

No daughter of theirs would ever be a lesbian, they vowed.

So I chose not to be their daughter, and left.

Now, here I was with my sister, celebrating my independence.

After we’d showered, Jessica took me out for dinner and introduced me to sushi, which I’d never had before.  I was skeptical, but after my first taste I was hooked.  We drank some sake, too, but it wasn’t quite my style.

Instead, we opted to pick up some wine on the way back to her apartment. We sat on her couch and talked all evening.

Eventually, I told her how I’d come to my hasty decision to move.

“Jenny, you know, the only difference between you and me,” my sister said, “is that you got caught.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You’re not the only one who prefers women,” she added.

I did a double take, then broke into a smile. I hadn’t expected this, but it was so cool. It seemed especially fitting that our narrow-minded parents had produced only lesbian daughters. My sister, just a year older than me, hinted at the lengths she’d had to go to hide her sexuality from the family. Moving to the city had seemed like the best thing, as soon as she was old enough.

I hugged Jessica, feeling closer to her than ever before.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll take you out to the one of the lesbian bars,” my sister promised. “We could both find some action. I haven’t been laid in a month.”

She told me stories about friends and lovers she’d met in the local lesbian scene. I couldn’t wait.

“Time for bed,” said my sister eventually.

It was nearly 3 AM.

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed, slightly drunk. “Shall I sleep on the couch?”

“Not unless you want to wake up as a pretzel,” Jessica joked. “No, you should crash with me.”

“Thanks,” I said, then groaned when I saw what a mess my pile of suitcases and bags was. “Gotta find something to sleep in.”

“Worry about it tomorrow,” my sister said. “You can borrow something of mine.”

Something of hers, it turned out, meant something exceedingly sexy. In her bedroom, Jessica had a drawer stuffed full of lingerie and delicate nightwear. She just loved the whole ultra-feminine look, she explained.

I liked it myself, but I had to agree even more when my sister selected two matching baby doll and panties sets: one pink and one yellow.

“Here,” she said, handing me the top from one set and the bottom of the other. “We can be cross-matching.”

“Now that’s sexy,” I said, feeling the sheer material.

“You can change in here,” Jessica explained. “I’ll use the bathroom.”

I took off all my clothes and put on the stunning pink baby doll. It was a just a wisp of ornate lace flowing across my breasts, with a little bow at the front to hold it together. The panties were even more revealing; a delicate sliver of yellow fabric that barely covered my pussy. It teased its way up the crack of my ass and was held in place by bows at my hips.

It was a good thing I kept my pubic hair trimmed down to nothing to complement such an outrageously sexy pair of underwear.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and just wanted to touch myself all over. I tried putting my hair up, imagining myself in the eyes of a lover. Searching for a hair tie, I opened my sister’s bedside drawer. There I found what I was looking for, and much more: I spied a few toys, and explicit pictures of my sister with other women.

I looked away quickly, but the images were burned into my brain. My sister. Making love to women. In this bed.

Just then, Jessica came into the room.

“Like this?” I said.

Putting her hands on my hips, she tugged my panties up so that they rode high.

“God, you look good in that, Jenny,” my sister said as she stood behind me.

She put her hair up to match mine. We looked gorgeous, side by side at the mirror, I had to admit. Matching bodies, matching blonde hair, matching faces, matching lingerie…we could almost have been twins.

Jessica climbed into bed, and I walked around to the other side.

As I slid under the sheets beside my sister, it really hit me that I was finally away from the stifling conservatism of home. At last, I was free to be myself. And tomorrow night, I would make my debut in the lesbian community.

It made me feel very adult, and kind of sexy, too.

I was acutely aware of my sister’s body in the bed beside me, and of my own near-nakedness.

I thought about the pictures.

“Goodnight, Jenny,” said my sister.

“‘Night, Jess,” I replied.

I leaned over to give my sister a goodnight kiss and she propped herself up to receive me.

It was supposed to be just a simple sisterly kiss, but the moment our lips touched it felt like something else. The kiss was brief, but we parted slowly.

I gazed into my sister’s eyes and smiled.

“I’m so glad you came to stay with me,” Jessica whispered.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” I told her.

She rolled towards me slightly and I met her halfway for a second goodnight kiss. Though our lips were dry, we lingered against each other.

We were both grinning.

“What?” my sister asked.

“Enough already,” I giggled and leaned toward Jessica again.

Kiss number three was anything but sisterly. My lips meshed with hers. Tentatively, my sister’s tongue slid outward. Willingly, I received her into my mouth. I felt myself flush as our goodnight kiss nervously rose beyond mere curiosity.

Our gazes locked as our mouths parted, burning with questions.

“Let’s stay up a while,” Jessica whispered as she smiled. “Let’s do that some more.”

I nodded my agreement just once before her lips touched mine again. Hungrily, we devoured each other’s mouths and tongues. The minutes drifted by while our passions blossomed.

“Mmm, Jess,” I purred. “This is a surprise.”

“I didn’t expect to be doing this,” my sister whispered.

“Me neither,” I replied. “But I like it.”

It was a lie. I didn’t just like making out with my sister. I loved it.

Jessica gave me a nervous smile, revealing her equal desire.

Of course sisters shouldn’t even have such desires, let alone explore them. My sister Jessica was all I had in the world now, and I think she felt the same bond with me. This night marked the beginning of a special union between us. In the heat of the moment, somehow, our alliance begged for consummation.

Our bodies drew closer.

“You’re so beautiful, Jenny,” my sister whispered.

“I must be a mirror,” I told her.

I put my hand around Jessica’s waist and touched her warm skin, felt her breathing, slow and deep. As I explored higher, her breath quickened.

“Is it okay if I touch you, Jess?” I asked, needing to be certain this wasn’t just my imagination.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Her face, just inches from mine, arched forward and started to make out with me again. I hummed softly while my fingers traced the contour of my sister’s breast. I circled each, once, twice, then focused in on one nipple. All the while, we hummed contentedly, french-kissing.

I squeezed my sister’s breast as I crossed another plateau of excitement.

Gasping for air, Jessica pulled back to watch me.

I looked at her and smiled. Never breaking eye contact, I lowered my mouth to her chest. I let my tongue gently drift across the fabric of her baby-doll until I found my sister’s nipple.

“Mmmm, Jen,” she purred. “You have no idea how much you’re turning me on, sis.”

Through the lace, I suckled at my sister’s breast until her nipple stood firmly erect. It didn’t take much to tease the other into a matching state.

I moved up and cuddled into my sister’s embrace. The warmth of our bodies reflected the strength of our feelings. It was more than a sexual attraction, so much deeper than that, yet that was what we wanted to share with each other, and even the taboo of incest couldn’t quiet our newly-discovered desires.

“This is so naughty,” my sister giggled.

“It’s nice being this close to you,” I replied, caressing her arm.

Jessica reached down beneath the covers, touching my waist, my hips, slowing to stroke my ass.

“I like girls, you like girls,” my sister said. “It’s only natural that we’d like each other, too.”

I sighed with appreciation and stirred under her caresses.

“I wish we’d known this years ago.”

“No need for regrets,” Jessica soothed, stroking my face. “We’re together now.”

Jessica pulled the sheets and blankets away completely, revealing our bodies side by side in the half light. I saw my sister’s lips form an ‘ooh,’ of admiration.

“Let’s stay up, Jen,” my sister whispered.

“I really love you,” I replied.

“I love you, too,” Jessica said.

We spent several minutes making out some more, grinding our breasts together until my nipples stood firm, too. When I felt my sister’s hand reach my thighs, I spread my legs for her without hesitation. Jessica’s fingers were soon drifting closer and closer to my pussy, and I was starting to get wet in anticipation.

I pulled away from her slightly and shifted my position so that I could touch my sister, too. Her knees parted and I reached tentatively between Jessica’s legs. I let one knuckle run across the face of her panties, feeling the soft heat that lay beneath.

My sister sighed and giggled.

Her hand cupped my quim as she moved to kiss me.

We set ourselves to the task of diddling each other in earnest.

Our pussies, still framed by our matching panties, grew wetter and wetter.

I’d never been so turned on in all my life.

Gasping for air, we paused and gazed into each other’s eyes.

My sister and I sat up to get a better look at each other. Jessica released the bow that held her top closed, and peeled it off. I did the same, but teased her as I slowly exposed my chest.

Jessica reached forward and took one breast in her hand, then sank forward to do as I’d done earlier. I whimpered with delight as my sister’s mouth sucked at my nipple.

I tried twisting around to do the same back to her again. With no further cue, we settled down in opposite directions, hungrily mouthing at each other’s breasts.

This was heaven.

I reached further up Jessica’s body, enjoying the luxurious pleasure of her skin. My sister’s smooth stomach gave way to her curvaceous hips, and below her panties lay the ultimate taboo. The reality of our decadence struck me with full force as I gazed along the fabric crease that concealed Jessica’s pussy.

I yearned to worship at my sister’s feminine temple, to share with her the utmost sisterly intimacy.

I was drawn irresistibly, crawling up her body.

I felt my sister’s mouth lose it’s purchase on my breast with a wet pop as I climbed on top of her. Jessica moaned in anticipation as we drew our bodies into a sixty-nine.

“Oh god, Jenny,” she panted. “I love you.”

As I examined the sliver of panties that concealed my sister’s pussy, I could feel her touch on my inner thighs. Jessica’s fingers glided along the sides of my underwear until she reached the twin bows. The warmth of her breath washed across my cunt, causing me to tremble in anticipation.

I was dripping wet with excitement.

“Please do it,” I begged her. “Don’t stop.”

My sister pulled the ties that held my panties together, at the same time as I freed hers. I felt my underwear fall away, leaving my naked quim hanging right above my sister’s face.

“Ohh…your pussy’s so beautiful, Jenny,” she purred.

I pulled Jessica’s panties away slowly, savoring the sight of each inch of bare flesh. The tender ridge of her clit came into view, followed by the moist lips of her cunt. My sister was shaved clean just like me, and her pussy was brimming with the sweet fluids of her arousal.

I kissed all around her shining crevice, building her anticipation even higher. Little kisses dotted around the flatness of her loins, tender mouthings of her inner thighs, and lingering traces of my tongue in the valleys of her innermost thighs.

Jessica whimpered sweetly when I peeled her cunt open with my fingers.

I was so horny that I could barely breathe.

I took a tentative swipe of my sister’s honey with my long tongue. The folds of her pussy melted just like butter. The taste of her was intoxicating.

“Oh sis, yeah, oh yeah,” Jessica panted as I pressed my mouth into her depths.

I wiggled my hips to entice my sister into returning the favor. Sure enough, I felt her hands on my ass, pulling my loins down toward her. I will never forget that moment: the first time I felt the warmth of my sister’s mouth covering my pussy.

There are no words to describe the excitement I felt.

It was impossibly beautiful,  too good to be true.

My sister and I, together and free and desperately in love, entwined in our identical bodies, delirious with desire as we celebrated our first incestuous sixty-nine, a circle of sisterly devotion, drinking each other’s most intimate nectar.

“Mmmm, God yes,” I cried out between licks.

Jessica spread my lips open and buried her tongue deeper inside me. I pushed two fingers into my sister’s crevice and focused my tongue to the now-protruding nub of her clit. She gasped and stroked my back.

It was so intense that I sank further onto her, my breasts pressing into her stomach as hers squashed up against mine. I could feel the twitching excitement building in my sister’s belly. I wanted to make her come so badly, and she was almost there.

“Suck it, Jen,” my sister begged. “Just suck my clit.”

I pressed my whole mouth against Jessica’s sweet pink button as she did the same to me.

We stayed like this for minutes, hovering ever closer to the brink of climax. I could barely stand it. When I felt my sister’s first little convulsion, the searing glow of my passion burst forth in an intense explosion of orgasm.

I closed my eyes and saw the circle complete: two blazing white heats merging into one. It was like time no longer held meaning as my sister and I finally came together. Her body and mine trembled in moaning bliss, Jessica’s mouth on my clit and mine on hers.

When our mutual orgasm finally subsided, we stayed in that position. Jessica softly tongued the honey that dripped from my cunt, while I lapped lovingly at her swollen opening.

Eventually, without a word, I turned around and cuddled up beside my sister.

Jessica pulled the covers back over us before we could cool off. The morning sun was starting to penetrate the drapes. The clock said 5:48 AM. We’d been making love for a couple of hours.

“That was fantastic, sis,” I said finally.

Jessica kissed me on the nose and held me closer.

“You’re the best,” she said.

My sister and I slept half the day, and when we awoke there were no regrets. We made breakfast and then took a shower together in the late afternoon. Jessica and I held each other close under the warm spray of water, whispering and giggling.

Then after we emerged dripping and dried ourselves off, we went straight back to bed and started all over again.

We never made it to the bar that weekend, or the next.

We didn’t need to.

As sisters, we had each other.

The End

Shooting with Helena, Chapter 3

  • Posted on January 27, 2018 at 5:10 pm

By Cassie

In the morning, I got up and made my way into the bathroom. Shucking my panties and extra-large t-shirt, I started the shower and got in. I shut the door of the cubicle and felt the warm water cascade down my head and back.

I had my eyes half closed when I noticed movement outside the door — and it startled me so badly that nearly slipped and fell.

There was a light tapping on the door. “Hey, Cassie, it’s me,” said Helena.

“Lena? Jeez, Lena, you almost killed me! What do you want?”

“My, um, my shower head’s broken. Can I use yours, sis?”

“Lena, I’ve only just got in. You’ll have to wait.”

There was a pause, then Lena chirped, “Okay.”

I watched her frosted-glass image move away from the door and back into my room. I finished my shower hurriedly, then grabbed a towel on my way out. Helena was lounging on my bed, a towel wrapped loosely around her.

“Hey,” she said, flashing me a smile.

“Sorry I snapped,” I said. “You did kinda startle me.”

“It’s okay,” she said, getting up. She walked over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks,” she said, letting her towel drop to the floor, leaving her naked. I looked away as Lena went to enter my bathroom — then she stopped and turned back to me.

“Hey,” she said.

“What?”

“What’s wrong with this picture?” she said, frowning.

I frowned right back. “What do you mean?”

“I said, what’s wrong with this picture?” she repeated, looking annoyed.

I shook my head, not sure I understood what my sister was talking about — but also worried that I might understand all too well. “I don’t get it,” I said.

“Okay,” said Helena, suddenly adopting a very sexual pose, raising her arms up to push up her hair, pushing out her breasts and dropping one side of her hips. She stared at me in a sultry way.

“So what’s wrong with this picture, you sexy bitch?” she said, running her hands down her own body and turning to squeeze her ass cheeks.

“Helena, stop it!” I said, suddenly angry.

Immediately, Helen dropped the pose and gave me a sad look. “You see, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” she said.

“Huh?”

Helena sighed. “You seemed perfectly natural looking at me naked when I was annoyed. But when I tried to be sexy, you got angry with me. It’s a shame that you’re more comfortable with me being angry than you are with me being sexy.”

She gave me a “we’re all losers” smile, then padded into the bathroom. I heard the shower start.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to think. There was a part of me that was still mad at Helena for bringing up this whole “sexy sisters” thing, but there was a greater part of me that was disappointed in myself, because I knew Lena was right. I shouldn’t feel more comfortable looking at her when she was angry and sad than when she was smiling and sexy. I supposed it was a long-term natural response between siblings to get annoyed at each other and take it out on each other. But it was also like sisters to make up quickly.

I thought about that, then made an impulse decision. I got up, walked into the bathroom and opened shower the door, making Lena yelp. She was soaped up and had one hand between her legs, the other one holding the shower head not far away from her crotch. She hadn’t washed her hair yet. Lucky for me, the shower head was facing the other way.

“Hey,” I said, suddenly uncomfortable. “I, uh, I wanted to say sorry. Again. You’re right; I shouldn’t be like that. I, uh, I’m sorry.”

Helena fixed me a look, then gave me a beaming smile and threw her arms open wide. I shrugged off the towel I had wrapped around me and stepped into the cubicle. Helena pulled me into a hug and I embraced her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

We held each other for a moment, then pulled back — only a little –and she said, “See? This isn’t so bad, is it?”

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

“Stay with me,” she whispered. I wondered if this were another test, but found myself nodding anyway. Lena giggled and squeezed me harder. The she turned her back to me and stepped back under the cascade of water.

“Hey,” she said, “do my hair for me?”

“Sure,” I replied, picking up the shampoo bottle and squirting some of the soft fluid into my hands. I moved up close behind my sister and started rubbing the shampoo into her long, wet hair. As I worked it into her scalp, I was aware of my body brushing against hers. I felt my nipples graze her back, and her ass was touching my thighs. I heard Lena moan as the sensation of the head massage and hot water relaxed us both.

“Is, uh, is this the kind of thing you meant?” I impulsively said, pressing my nude body against hers. Helena leaned back into me until we were in a close back-to-front hug, my breasts squashed against her.

“Kind of,” she said, throwing a smile over her shoulder at me.

“Or was it more like this?” I said, running my hands down her shoulders and over her breasts, feeling her raised, hard nipples underneath my palms.

Lena squealed. “Cassie!” she said. I giggled back at her and pinched her sides, making her squirm even more.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming,” I said.

Helena turned to face me and pulled me into a tight embrace, rubbing her breasts up against mine.

“Bad, bad girl,” she cooed, smiling. I smiled back. Then she leaned forward and planted a full kiss on my lips.

“Bet you never saw that coming,” she whispered as she pulled away.

My impulse — or was it a sense of competition? — took me over. I leaned forward and kissed her again, opening her mouth with my tongue. I felt her jerk a little, then react to my kiss. We rolled our tongues inside each other’s mouths for a few moments.

When we pulled away, neither of us was smiling, but we couldn’t tear our eyes from each other.

“Bet you never saw—” I began, then caught my own breath as I felt Helena dip a hand between my legs and touch me there, trailing a finger through my cunt.

She stared at me. “How far do you want this to go?” she said, her voice husky.

I pressed forward a little, moving into the touch of her hand. Somehow the hiss of the shower seemed a long way away. I drew closer, wanting to taste my sister’s kiss again.

In that split second, almost as if it were on cue from a film production, my cell phone rang. Despite the moment, the closed door of the cubicle and the loud insistent hiss of the shower water, I could hear that annoying tinny sound wrench me back to some kind of normality.

“I, uh. Fuck! I’ve got to—” I stammered, backing into the door and opening it. I stumbled out, snatching up my towel and wrapping it around me as I reached my bedside table and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” I answered, realizing how broken my voice sounded. I didn’t dare look round to my shower, in case I saw my sister staring at me. The hiss of the water was still loud in my head.

“—on photos. Can you hear me, Cassie?” I heard the other person on the phone speak. From somewhere in my head I picked out the voice and recognised it; Tamara, a college friend who I studied media with.

“Huh? Sorry, Tam. I was on another planet there. What was it you said?”

There was a theatrical pause as Tamara took an overly deep breath. “I said, do we need to bring in that book on design journalism and photos for class today? Only I’ve lost mine, and wondered if I’d left it at your place.”

“Oh. Um, I haven’t seen it, Tam. Hold on a minute.” I put the phone down to look under the bedside table but couldn’t see the book Tamara was referring to. I picked up the phone, resuming the conversation. It didn’t seem to matter, as Tamara had moved on to talk about why Paul, her boyfriend, hadn’t come to see her last night. That’s when I realized that this call was, once again, more about Tamara’s fractured love life than about any stupid textbook.

I sat by the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, only half-listening to my friend talk about how worried she was her boyfriend didn’t think of her often enough. The minutes ticked past. I had trouble keeping my mind on the call, and away from the very intimate and shocking intimacy I’d just shared with my sister.

Tamara accused me of not listening, which was true, got all snippy, then cut me off. I snapped my cell phone shut and opened my eyes. The sound of the shower had disappeared, and the cubicle was empty. Sometime during the call, Helena had left my room and I hadn’t even noticed.

I got dressed, left my room and knocked on her door. There was no answer, I turned the handled and went inside. It was empty. Shit. Helena had gone already.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Back to Front

  • Posted on January 21, 2018 at 10:00 am

By Joanne

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2010 }

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She’s just turned eight years old. I’m her grandmother.

We live some distance apart, and my daughter’s husband doesn’t approve of me, so I see little Chloe very rarely. We are together now only because my son-in-law is away on business, and my daughter has taken the opportunity to give me and Chloe some quality time together.

Chloe is a lovely and loving child, and whenever we are together all she wants to do is play. She teases me and runs away giggling, just as her mother did all those years ago, wanting me to chase her, to catch and tickle her. At eight years old, she’s ticklish just about everywhere — just like her mother was.

Sometimes when she’s cheeky I throw her across my knees and pretend to spank her. She loves that — squirming, not really trying to escape, just wriggling and squealing with laughter. A joy to behold, she is, and a sight that sends delicious tingles between my legs. She has her quieter moments too, when she just curls up in my lap, snuggling into me, warm and secure.

Often though, she will sit on my knee and beg me to stroke her back, in exactly the same way her mother did. I always loved doing that for her mother all those years ago, when she was a little girl… though I felt uneasy about it at first, and wouldn’t do it until she begged me to.

I touched my daughter Evie that way just to please her; not realizing, back then, what effect it would eventually have on both her and on me. I was shocked at what happened, at the time — now, I get wet just from the memory of it.

Evie would sit on the chair between my outspread legs, watching children’s television. I would gently and lightly stroke her back. She would purr her contentment but continue to watch TV, laughing at the funny bits. She would arch her back involuntarily as her lower back was reached by my caressing fingers. As she did this her bottom would rub up against me, pressing into my vulva. I had not expected such a reaction just from caressing my little girl’s back, but loved it. If Evie was even aware of what she was doing to me, she never let on.

Over the several weeks that followed my stroking got more and more daring — caressing her ears, her neck and her back down to the waistband of her panties. After a few times, she tried something new: pulling her top up to expose her bare back, which intensified the delicious chills running through her and made me more aroused than ever. I remember the smoothness and warmth of my daughter’s bare skin — and the effect that touching her had on me.

You see, by the time my little girl had started kindergarten, I was already a confirmed lesbian. The man who impregnated me with my child had been a one-night stand; the only male I’d ever had sex with. By the time Evie and I had begun to play our touching game, I’d already been with at least a dozen women, but had a deeper, darker secret: a growing desire for young girls, some even younger than ten.

I never thought that my forbidden craving would actually extend to my own daughter, but once she and I began to play in our special way, it proved impossible for me not to think of Evie as a sexual creature. I knew it was twisted and wrong of me, but those thoughts of making love to my little girl wouldn’t leave me alone. With our touching game, though, I felt that I was able to indulge my baby and myself without giving into my lust for her.

Give me credit for this much — I didn’t approach her first, and I never caressed Evie until she came to me and asked me to. The thing was, she seemed to be asking to play our little game more and more often. Nearly every day, in fact. Astonishingly enough, even this wasn’t enough to satisfy my incestuous hunger.

The sessions got more and more intense. Then, one day, she leaned back into me. This pressed her bottom firmly against my pubis, which throbbed wildly at her touch. Lifting the front of her t-shirt, she placed my hands on her bare chest, covering her button nipples. “Touch me here, Mommy?” was all she said.

She leaned into me with her eyes closed as I caressed her nipples, chest and belly, trailing my fingers down to the waistband of her panties.

This became a regular part of our routine: first Evie’s back, then her front… and each time I climaxed as her body pressed against mine, soaking my panties. It was all I could do not to cry out loud.

Then one day, while I was caressing her nipples, she took hold of one of my hands and, without a word, placed it below her panty line. She gasped and her breathing became rasping as I caressed her pubis. She spread her legs wide apart and pushed my hand even further down, between her trembling thighs. I gently cupped my daughter’s sex, only her panties covering the tender flesh of her pudenda. As I touched her that first time, Evie gave a long slow gasp, then began to thrust her hips forward as if she was having sex.

Her vulva would quickly become moist to my touch, soaking her pretty panties, and she would actually grind her bottom against me. I would climax again and again, my cunt flowing freely as I tensed and relaxed my thighs in time with her movements. Soon Evie came herself, mouth slightly open as her gasping and panting grew increasingly intense.

She would then hug me lovingly as she slowly came down from the height of her climax, usually falling asleep soon afterward. I’d hold her in my arms, blissfully content.

We regularly shared pleasure in this way for a couple of months, until the night my Evie became ten. That was when my daughter and I took our relationship to its next stage. It was then that she took hold of my hand and slipped it into her panties. That was when she first became noisy during our little games, moaning out loud and wailing as she came. She quivered all over, crying out, “Yes, yes, oh Mommy, yes.”

After that evening, my daughter knew exactly what she wanted. She would come to me, climb up into my lap and straddle me, facing forward. She would not be wearing panties at all. Evie would pull up her dress to allow me to stroke her bare back. She would squirm and moan as the feelings built up within her, then lean forward as her excitement grew, grinding her bottom back against me while I caressed her nipples, then her belly, her pubis and finally her smooth slit. My baby would scream, “Oh, Mommy… oh, oh, Mommy!” helpless in the grip of ecstasy.

These sessions did not occur every day, only when Evie wanted. Although I wanted her desperately and had to masturbate whenever the desire for my little girl became too strong, I was determined to be patient, to let her decide when we would play our secret game.

Then one day, Evie came to me totally naked. She straddled my knees as usual, but this time facing toward me. Her legs spread wide and her sex was gaping and moist. She just whispered, “Mommy,” just once. That single word told me that she was ready. I placed my hand on the rise of her mound, then worked a finger into my daughter’s vagina.

I thrust the other hand up my skirt and onto my pussy, squeezing it. My cunt throbbed in my hand, the slit dripping with thick fluids. Evie’s head lolled as I explored her with my fingers. Clearly she had penetrated herself before this, for there was no sign of a hymen. The thought of Evie masturbating in her bedroom with just the thickness of the wall between us had my pussy throbbing.

I fucked her with my fingers until she leaned back, clutching my thighs. She whimpered as she came, her juices coating my fingers. I joined her in an explosive orgasm, my panties now all but transparent with wetness.

“More, Mommy, more!” she begged.

I lifted her and laid down on the sofa, swept my hair back, knelt between Evie’s legs and went down on my little girl for the first time, licking every inch of her rosy pudenda until she came again, her cries of rapture music to my ears.

Once Evie had regained her breath, I picked my baby up and carried her to my bedroom, where we resumed our love play. This time, she wanted to explore me, and I was happy to let her. When she lay between my thighs and shyly kissed the fiery flesh of Mommy’s pussy, I moaned in ecstasy. Emboldened, Evie began to lick me, and I was lost to the sheer, undiluted bliss of it all.

Evie slept with me as my lover for the next eight years. Even now, my daughter and I fuck whenever she makes an overnight stay. Usually she comes to me alone, her husband keeping Chloe at home with him.

Now my granddaughter, this little virgin, tender and ripe, is seated in front of me enjoying the attentions I lavish on her bare back. Yes, my daughter has brought her own eight-year-old child to me. She didn’t stay herself, instead choosing to visit an old school friend, a woman I know who has been Evie’s secret lover for years.

Without saying so, my daughter hopes for her little girl to be educated in the ways of the women in our family, given an introduction to the world of lesbian love. And whether Chloe goes on to be straight, bi like her mother, or gay, she will hopefully become my lover for the foreseeable future, making the journey to her grandmother’s house as often as she can.

Then, little Chloe will receive an even sweeter treat — a night when her mommy Evie will join us to share pleasure in the warm haven of my bed, enjoying the body of her child for the first time.

What an incredible experience that will be, when mother, grandmother, and daughter bring their naked bodies together in a passionate dance of love. Just imagining it makes me smile.

The End

Shooting with Helena, Chapter 2

  • Posted on January 17, 2018 at 11:33 am

By Cassie

A week passed by before Helena brought up the subject of the photos once more. We were both sitting downstairs watching nothing much on TV and nibbling on some popcorn. Dad was in his study and Mom had already gone to bed. Helena was sitting at one end of the sofa and I was lying back on the other end, my legs crossed over her thighs. Helena was trailing her hand lazily up and down my feet and lower legs.

“We need to talk,” said Helena, quite suddenly.

“Uh, huh,” I said, fumbling blindly at the popcorn bowl.

“I, uh, I spoke to Sasha today.”

“Sasha?” I said, not paying my sister much attention.

“Yeah, you know; the photographer. The woman we saw last week.”

“Uh, yeah. Right.”

There was a moment or two of silence.

“Well, she was telling me that the photos she took of us together have gone down a real storm.”

“Uh, huh? Cool.”

It took a few moments for my sister’s comments to sink in.

“Went down a storm?” I said, looking away from the TV to give my sister a look. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? I thought you said these were just private pictures, to get over your weird thing for erotic photos.”

Helena squirmed a little on the sofa, and let her hand fall away from my leg. “Well, I, uh. I wasn’t exactly telling the truth,” she said, offering a lame smile.

I swung my legs off her lap and sat up. “You mean you lied to me,” I said, sitting upright.

“Cassie, no! Well, not like that. I, uh….” Helena trailed off and sat up with a sulky look. We both sat in uncomfortable silence as the TV blared on. Suddenly, Helena turned toward me and shuffled across the sofa until she could reach for my hand. She took it and I let her twine her fingers around mine.

“Cassie, I’m sorry. I should have explained. Sasha makes her money by taking pictures, and overlaying them with paints, making original artwork pieces and selling them. That’s what she did with one of our pictures. But she paints it so you can’t recognize who it is. Really.”

I humphed back at her, but let her carry on playing with my hand. “Which picture?” I said.

“The first one; of you and I in a clinch, kissing,” said Helena, smiling over at me. She squeezed my hand as she said it, as though she were pleased with it.

I waited a few more seconds, pouting and looking angry. Lena was now trailing her fingers up and down my arm, trying to placate me.

“So did she sell it?”

“Uh, huh. She made enough to pay for the costs of our photo shoot, and to invest in a little more.”

“Invest in a little more? What does that mean?”

Helena brought her hands back to mine and clasped them, being serious. “Cassie, Sasha spoke to a friend of hers who runs an erotic website. He gave Sasha space on his site to show the painting she made. She said it was so well received, the guy would pay for the original picture. Cassie, the guy said he’d pay for a whole photo shoot of just you and me. And that money would come to us!”

“We’d get paid to go on his website?” I said, screwing up my face.

“Yeah! It’d be so cool! We could take false names and do our make up and hair differently! Wear lots of clothes and really sexy lingerie!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, pulling my hand away from hers; hating myself for not picking up on something once more. “Did you say this guy had an erotic website? Like porn?”

“Well, yeah,” said Helena, slightly offended. “Where do you think pictures of two sisters getting off together would be popular?”

“We weren’t getting off, we were—”

“Cassie, the pictures look like we’re getting off together. That’s what people want to see. That’s why it’s such a good act. Remember, I said it was only role play?”

I nodded, but remained unconvinced.

“Cassie, we could do a photo shoot for this guy next week and it would pay off our credit bills!” Helena said, taking up my hand again. I sat there, thinking about what Helena was saying, and trying to work out my answer.

“So what does this guy want; more of the same pictures? You and I hugging, play acting?” I said.

“Well,” said Helena, becoming quite cagey. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I mean, if this is what we want to do, we’ve got to work out what we’re prepared to do, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, so there’s an opportunity for us to make money. And there’s a really big market in the adult industry for two hot sisters, right?”

“If you say so.”

“I do. So, the question is, how far are you prepared to go? As play acting?”

“I, uh… I, I don’t know,” I said.

We sat there quietly for a moment or two. I got the feeling that Helena had said the hard bit but was now facing a new challenge.

“Listen, Cassie. Let’s be honest with each other. No false modesty. We’re pretty sexy, right? As a couple of girls.”

“Okay…”

“No, I mean it, Cassie. Look at us; we’re both young, pretty and in good shape, right?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, automatically beginning a critical checklist of my physical shortcomings.

“Okay. And we’re hot, right? I mean, you are way hot in your cheerleader stuff. If I were a guy, I’d be tight in my shorts at the sight of you. I’m telling you, I would. Cassie, even as your sister, I can see how hot you are. Imagine how hot we must look to other people.”

“You think I look hot?” I said, throwing her a look.

Helena raised her eyes heavenward. “Cassie, we’ve got an opportunity to make something big out of this, but we’ve got to face facts. Guys want to see us getting it on, and we’ve got to work out what we want to do to make that difference.”

I nodded my head but didn’t say anything. On her usual impulse, Helena jumped off the sofa and grabbed some paper and a pen from the pad near the phone.

“Okay. What about this?” she said. “We both write five things that we’d do with each other as a play-acting role in a photo shoot. Make them five things from the thing you’re most comfortable with, to the thing you’d be prepared to do for a million dollars, okay?”

I looked at the excitement in her eyes and sighed. “Okay,” I said. “Give me the pad.”

“Uh-uh,” she said. “We do this separately. And read each other’s notes before talking about it again, okay? I’ll post mine under your bedroom door in ten minutes, and you slide your note back out to me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, suddenly amused by the thought of posting secret notes to each other, the way we used to do when we were very small. I took the pad and got up.

“Remember,” said Helena, “this is truth or dare stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, walking up the stairs to my room. I got in and closed the door. I sat down at my dresser and looked at myself in the mirror. What was I doing? Pandering to yet another of my little sister’s crazy plans. But this plan is chance to make some money, a little devil said in my ear. So let’s take it seriously. I picked up the pen and started doodling on the paper. What would be first? Well, if we’ve already done it, then I suppose it’d be the most comfortable. I wrote:

1. Hug you in a tight clinch.

I thought about what else we’d done, and thought of number two:

2. Kiss you on the lips.

I then tried to think about what would really turn guys on about seeing two sisters together, and though back to the other week when Lena came to wake me up:

3. Us rolling around naked on a bed.

I had two left, and tried to be creative and daring. What would make someone pay to see us? I remembered an old Playboy film I’d seen years ago and thought of number four:

4. Soaping each other down in the shower.

I got a writer’s block at number five; split between something very daring, and something tame. I heard a noise outside the room and saw a slip of folded paper slide underneath the door. Knowing the person my sister had so recently become, I quickly wrote:

5. Undressing each other and playing with sex toys.

Then I got up, retrieved the note and slid mine the other way. There was a whisper from the other side.

“My room. Five minutes.”

“Okay,” I whispered back. I got up off the floor and padded back to my chair. I sat down, holding my sister’s note-list in shaking hands, realizing that my heart was thumping like it would do if I’d received a love letter. I licked my lips, took a deep breath and opened the note, reading my sister’s answers.

1. Kiss you (with tongues)
2. Caress you (naked).
3. Share a strap-on with you
4. Lick your pussy
5. Finger and lick your asshole

I looked at the note, a little dumbfounded. I put it down, picked it up and read it again, then folded it carefully and put it back down. I stared at it; this inert little piece of paper sitting on my bedroom dresser that could have huge implications for my relationship with my sister. Sure, we’d always been frank with each other; even about sex — as a joke for her sixteenth birthday, I’d given Lena a vibrator; it backfired a little when she opened it in front of our grandparents. We’d talked to each other about our feelings for other people, even our wishes and desires — some of them — but this seemed like nothing we’d ever done, or shared, before. Not even close.

After a few minutes, I heard some movement outside my door, then Helena’s gentle tapping.

“I said five minutes in my room!” came the urgent whisper.

Suddenly I was angry that Lena thought I would dance to her tune this time. “Go away,” I said, loud enough for her to hear.

There was a pause and I saw Helena’s shadow move. “Hey,” came the reply, softer. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Still incensed, I got up and threw open the door. “What’s wrong?!” I whispered loudly. “Am I okay?! No, I’m not okay, Helena. And how can you say, ‘What’s wrong’?”

Helena looked nervous, even apologetic. I stood there for a moment, letting her see that I was angry, then turned away and walked back to my dresser, leaving the door open. Helena let herself in and closed the door quietly. She walked over to me and stood next to my chair.

“Is it the list?” she said, as if it could have possibly been anything else. I choked back a reply, then picked up her list and held it up, still folded.

“List?” I said, shaking it at her. “This isn’t a list, Lena. This is disgusting.”

“Hey, it’s not disgusting. I said we’ve got to be honest about this, and about what we’d be prepared to do. These are boundaries that—”

“These aren’t boundaries,” I hissed. “These are sex games, Lena. Dirty sex games with each other!”

“They’re not!” Helena said, kneeling down to hold my hand. I drew it away from her. “Cassie, these are the things to show how much we trust each other. How much we could role play without hurting each other. It’s like the falling trick, right?”

Everyone knew the falling trick. As part of a group, you had one person blindfolded in the center of a circle, and got them to spin round and round until someone said, “Stop”, then you had to fall backward and trust the person to catch you. Very few people ever trusted the person behind to catch them, so never fell entirely, or without bracing themselves first. When I first did it with Helena, we were just into our teens and in summer camp. We never let each other fall. Not ever.

“It’s about trust, Cassie,” repeated Helena. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do these things with me in front of a camera but you. And I would never do anything to hurt you either. You do believe me, don’t you?”

Despite my anger, I nodded. But I was drawn back to the list my sister had written. I held it up again. “Licking my ass? Sharing a strap-on?”

“Sure. I wouldn’t trust anything that had been inside anyone else.”

I shook my head, not understanding. “Kissing? With tongues?”

Helena rolled her eyes and smiled. “That’s easy,” she said. “Actors do that. You can make it look real without it being like a kiss with your boyfriend. You kiss the other person’s lower lip, then lick it as you pull away.” I gave her a look of suspicion, but Helena rolled her eyes at me. “Cassie, some of that stuff is third-grade drama teaching. But you can tell the difference, you know. That’s why real actors use role play, not bad techniques, to make it look real. I mean, if I were going to kiss you, and make it look real, I’d actually want to kiss you, tongues and everything. Doing it fake would make it look fake.”

“So you use role play,” I said.

“Exactly!”

“And how does this work?”

“Well,” said Helena, moving away from me to sit on the edge of my bed, “I’ve been thinking about this. As far as I can see, there’s three ways it could work. If we both want to take this forward and get something out of it for ourselves.”

She sat for a moment, collecting her thoughts, then ticked off one finger with the other hand.

“First way — and these aren’t in order of preference, or anything, just in case you ask — is to do it the fake way. We stage manage each photo shoot, each individual photo, to make it look as though the two of us are in erotic positions together. I don’t think that will work, as I’ve already said.

“Two,” Helena ticked off another finger, “is to use role play and work ourselves into positions where we can interact naturally in front of the camera. We can use blindfolds, alcohol or all kinds of ways to give each other a different personality if we’re going to do sexual play together.”

I winced at the term “sexual play,” but tried not to let it show.

“Three. And this is something quite different. Three is that we have fun naturally.”

There was a pause as I waited for further explanation. It didn’t seem to be coming.

“Naturally?”

“Yeah. Like we just have sex with each other because we like it and because we trust each other.”

“Right.”

“Hey, you wanted my opinion, sis.”

“Yeah, I know. They all sound a bit weird to me.”

“Of course they do. But that’s the fascination of seeing two sisters together.” Lena got up, all of a sudden. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

I took my sister’s hand and followed her out into the hall, then into her room. I sat on Lena’s bed while she fired up her computer. While it waited to warm up, I glanced around me and noticed that Helena had a framed picture of us in our cheerleader outfits beside her bed. I smiled, then saw that there was something smudging the glass and went to pick it up. I stopped myself as I recognized what the smudge was. A perfect lipstick kiss, right between the two of us. Why would Helena kiss our picture?

“Okay, here it is,” said Helena, double-clicking on her mouse. I got up, leaving the picture alone, and walked over to her desk, kneeling on the floor beside her.

“Here’s what I’m talking about with fake,” she said, pressing the “play” icon on her desktop. A new window fired up and a video appeared of two red-haired twin sisters undressing each other in a bedroom. The two smiled and giggled at each other, drawing fingertips over each other’s arms and shoulders as they undressed. At one point the two leaned together and kissed very lightly on the lips. The clip ended, and Lena clicked into a new electronic folder.

“Okay now look at this,” she clicked another “play” icon and let the video run. A window sprung up and I saw a slightly more grainy video start with two different twin sisters, both with identical long dark hair, walk into a motel room and close the door. Almost immediately, they closed in for a very intimate embrace. They kissed for a minute or two, not holding back at all, and then moved onto the bed. The camera zoomed in to the two of them kissing again, then panned down and stayed on the shot of one twin reaching into the panties of the other, moving her fingers around as her sister moaned. I was fascinated, and slightly annoyed when Helena clicked the mouse and the scene jumped.

“Watch this bit,” she said, sitting back. The image jumped to the two sisters, fully naked on the bed, with one crawling up the other’s body to kneel over her sister’s face. The one underneath began to use her tongue between her sister’s legs, licking her pussy and playing with her ass at the same time.

I looked away, realizing that my heart was beating faster than it ought to. “Jeez, Lena. I didn’t know you were into this kind of stuff,” I said.

Helena turned off the computer and looked at me. “Cassie, I wanted to show you the difference. Those first two girls only did that video. No one wanted a sequel. But that second one. That second one had thousands of hit on its website within the first couple of weeks. Hundreds of thousands. All pay-per-view. See the difference?”

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

“I, uh, I need to think about this,” I said, getting up. I walked to the door but Helena stopped me and turned me to face her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, closing in for a hug.

“What for?” I said, my voice muffled by her blonde hair.

“For upsetting you,” she said, running her hands up and down my back. “If you want to forget about all this, just forget it. It’s no biggie.”

We stepped apart and Helena smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Love you,” she said.

“You too,” I replied. I turned and left, went back into my room and went to bed. Surprisingly, I slept well.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Shooting with Helena, Chapter 1

  • Posted on January 7, 2018 at 7:37 am

By Cassie

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

My sister and I model together. You may even have seen us on the internet now and then. Not that we’ve got a website or anything, but you know how these pictures find themselves on the web, right? Well, what led us to that is what this story is about. But it’s never as simple and easy as it sounds, setting a story like this down on paper. Anyway, I’ll go back to the beginning, because back then everything seemed so much simpler, and a hell of a lot more innocent.

My younger sister, Helena, had always been the pretty one in our family. Mom had always said so to tease me, knowing that I had a place on the cheerleader squad and no end of cute boy suitors, but she was right. Helena had the kind of clean, simple beauty that didn’t need much make-up to make her look stunning. Like me, she had long blonde hair that behaved itself without the use of too much hairspray; a natural color-mix of ash- and strawberry-blonde. The two of us were about the same height; a little over average, and we both looked after ourselves, in our own ways.

But Helena had a jaw and cheekbones that framed the beauty of her face perfectly. Some women look stunning when they have time to get up, scrub and put on some make-up. Helena was able to achieve that as soon as she opened her eyes. It made her very popular at college, even more popular than me, but Helena never showed too much interest in the pursuit of others. She concentrated on her studies.

So when, at the age of eighteen, she was stopped in a shopping mall by a guy with dark glasses and a leather trench coat saying she was the most perfect specimen for his “artistic creation”, flattering her with his off-hand compliments and promises of stardom, it didn’t come as a shock to her. Mom was sceptical, and rightly so, even though at the first shoot, at which Mom chaperoned my sister, the guy seemed totally professional with a full photographic studio set, and magazine covers bearing his “creations”. That first shoot was all about lighting, apparently, and Helena was given long, flowing dresses to wear, in which she looked gorgeous in a girl-dressed-as-a-grown-up way.

So on the second shoot, Helena was allowed to go on her own and this time, the guy showed his real colors. Helena came back saying that his “artistic creations” were fairly explicit, involving a lot of fruit that Helena had to hold against her naked skin, because the lighting apparently demanded it. Mom called the police and they raided the guy’s house, finding several more explicit images that Helena hadn’t mentioned. And in these ones, the fruit wasn’t just held against her skin. I must admit that I got the green-eyed monster a little, even though the guy had tricked my sister and exploited her. There was just a little part of me that craved that kind of attention.

The whole experience had had an effect on Helena. Just not the one Mom or I expected. Rather than become a little withdrawn and inhibited, Lena seemed to have discovered her teenage wings. She spent a lot more time on her cell phone, and a lot more evenings having to explain to Mom why she was so late back from a friend’s house. Her wardrobe changed, too. Rather than the older, slightly more frumpy styles she used to wear, Helena now wore tighter-fitting, more fashionable clothes. Personally, I found this change refreshing, seeing my sister become a little more like me, and someone whose new clothes I could borrow!

It was on an evening a couple of months later, playing a computer game in my room, that Helena and I talked about her experiences at that photo shoot.

“Actually, it was pretty cool,” she said, leaning her body to one side as her virtual car skidded round a corner on the screen in front of us. Helena was dressed casually, in jogging pants and a vest top, her long blonde hair left to fall around her shoulders. My hair was identical to hers, even if it covered shoulders a little more toned, and less finely boned than hers.

“What was cool?” I said, leaning my body in the same direction as I gunned my car to chase hers down.

“The photo shoot,” she said. “It was pretty cool.”

“The first one?” I answered, giving most of my attention to the screen in front of me. I was determined not to lose to my sister. Again.

“Well, yeah, that too,” she said. There was a pause as the fender of my virtual car nudged the bumper of hers. I’d hoped to push her car off the road, but had only succeeded in giving it a further nudge of acceleration.

“Damn it!” Then I stole a curious glance at Helena. “What do you mean, ‘that too’?” I said, flicking buttons with my fingers to change gears and speed up.

“Well,” Helena said, effortlessly splitting her attention between talking to me and swerving round old cars to reach the final, “I liked getting dressed up and all, but it was kind of difficult to let go with Mom sitting ten feet away.”

“Let go?” I said, watching with dismay as another computer-controlled car shot past my one.

Helena’s car sped across the finish line and a colorful “WINNER!” slogan lit up the screen. She dropped the game pad onto her lap and turned to look at me.

“Yeah, let go. Like, get into the mood of the shoot. Like an actress in a film. Anyway, it was cool the way I could do that in the second shoot.”

“Are you kidding me?” I said. “That guy made you take of all your clothes and do that — do that fruit thing!”

Helena squirmed a little on my bed, looking uncomfortable. “Well, kinda,” she said, cagily.

I put down my control pad, not bothering to see if my virtual car had limped over the line in last place. “Helena…” I said, using my best Mom voice.

Helena suddenly brightened up, grabbed one of my hands in both of hers and pulled it onto her lap.

“Cassie, it felt so free and uninhibited, being photographed like that.” There was a pause as I watched her look away for a moment and squeeze my hand. She looked back at me; a wicked little glint in her eye. “It wasn’t his idea to take my clothes off,” she said, blurting out the admission. “It was mine.”

“Yours?”

“Uh, huh. It just felt, I don’t know, it felt natural.”

“And what about the fruit? Was that your idea too?”

“No. But I didn’t mind at the time.”

“You didn’t mi—” I began, then broke off, incredulous. “Helena, he made you put that fruit inside you. He took pictures of you doing—”

“I know, I know,” said Helena, holding up a hand to stop me. “And it was wrong.” Then she brightened again and the devil glint was back in her eye again. “But it was so… so erotic, Cassie. It was like nothing I’d felt before.”

“Erotic? Helena, what are you saying; this guy turned you on?”

“No, silly. Not him. He was creepy and a bit too obvious about enjoying seeing me naked. But the feeling of being photographed; knowing the person doing it thinks you’re gorgeous. Knowing that everyone who looks at your picture thinks you’re gorgeous. Know what I mean?”

“Well—” I began, but Helena was already a step ahead of me.

“Cass, didn’t you get a thrill when the Sidewinders won the college cup and they took all the photos of you and the other cheerleaders?”

I flicked a glance toward one of my bedroom dressers, where a framed picture of that momentous evening sat. I was dressed in my cheerleader outfit; one arm around Amanda, my best friend and fellow cheerleader, and one arm around Josh, who mistakenly thought he would get lucky later that evening.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, remembering how good it felt.

“Okay, so what about the photo shoot before the game? All you girls had to look sexy, right?”

“Yeah…”

“And it didn’t feel good?” Helena said, squeezing my hand.

“Well, yeah, I suppose it did,” I admitted.

“So let’s do it!” said Helena, pulling at my hand, suddenly excited.

“Do what?” I said, wondering if she wanted me to stick up for the creepy photographer or something.

“Let’s get some pictures taken, of us, together,” she said. And that was when the bombshell hit me.

“You want someone to take erotic pictures of us… together?” I said.

“Yes!” said Helena.

I pulled my hand away from her. “Lena,” I said, levelly. “Are you a lesbian?”

Helena deflated noticeably. “Aw, jeez, Cass,” she said. “Don’t you get it? This is role-playing. Acting. It’s incredibly erotic, and if we do it together, neither of us is likely to get… y’know, exploited. See, I know this other photographer. A woman. She’s so nice and totally cool. Come on. Try it out already. Just once. For me.”

I thought about it, and reluctantly said yes.

Later that night, once Helena had gone back to her room and I’d got ready for bed, I stood in front of the my full length mirror and thought about what she said. It was a side of my sister I’d rarely seen; something wild, daring. She seemed almost elemental when she spoke about the eroticism of the photo shoot.

I thought more about her proposal too. Why had she said that? Had she been more rattled by the creepy guy than she cared to admit? Was this part of her plan to carry on doing something that interested her, but without being alone? Was she attracted by the prospect of “facing her fear”? Then I thought about why I’d said yes so readily. Normally I would have said no, flat out — sometimes just because I was feeling bitchy. But Helena seemed so enthused, so determined. Something inside me just went click, and I said yes.

On an impulse, I grabbed the hem of my nightshirt and hauled it over my head. I stood in front of the mirror and gave myself a critical appraisal, turning this way and that to look at my own body. I was suddenly conscious of the prospect of being photographed and a built-in fear of body-image kicked in. I looked hard at the naked body facing me. I was a little more toned than my sister; defined where Helena was soft, and my breasts and hips were a little bigger, a touch wider, but not so much as you’d notice. I realized I was being picky. Helena was only a year and a little bit younger than me, and we were often mistaken for twins such was our similarity. When we both wore our hair down and had similar clothes on, we looked a lot alike. But how would we look without those clothes on?

I pulled my nightshirt back on, got into bed and turned the light off. At that point, I had no idea how advanced my sister’s plans were. Helena was way ahead of me.

*****

The following day I didn’t see much of Helena. She was busy with college classes, and so was I. We chatted over dinner, but her proposal of last night didn’t surface. I wondered if she had had second thoughts about it, and let it drop from my mind. But later on, as I was getting into bed, I stood naked in front of my bedroom mirror once more and stared at myself again. This time, I let myself twist and turn like a model, striking little poses to see how it looked. After a few minutes, and feeling a bit foolish, I went to bed.

The next day, I woke up to a knock on my bedroom door.

“Cassie, Cass! It’s me. Open up.” I rubbed sleepy eyes and yawned.

“Door’s open,” I called out. I heard the handle turn and Helena brushed in like a warm breeze. She was wearing her low-cut pajamas and looked like she’d been awake for some time. She walked straight up to my bed and sat on the unmade covers.

“Come on, lazybones,” she said, excitedly, shoving at me with one hand. “Get up and get showered already. We’ve got a busy day!”

“Get lost,” I said, a stock answer. Helena started bouncing up and down on the bed, giggling. “Come on, get up, you lazy bitch. We’ve got things to do!”

I felt Helena move the covers, then her hand was snaking underneath them, reaching in to pinch and tickle me.

“Ow. Get off,” I said, trying my best to ignore the way her hand was grabbing chunks of my flesh.

“I’ll pinch your ass,” she said, reaching again to get underneath me.

“All right, all right!” I muffled, wriggling away to the cold side of the bed. Giggling again, Helena dived under the covers to chase me. She could be so irritating. I felt her barrel into me underneath my bed covers and was suddenly struck by what this looked like; two hot sisters rolling around together underneath the bed sheets. I scrambled out of bed and stumbled over toward my bathroom. I looked back through a thin veil of uncombed hair and saw my sister grinning wickedly underneath my covers. I used the bathroom, took a quick shower, then went back into the main room. Oddly, Helena was still lying in my bed, snuggling up under my own covers with her eyes closed.

“Hey,” I said, rubbing a strand of hair between two ends of a towel. “Thought you said we had things to do.” Helena looked up and threw me a guilty look, then flashed a smile and threw the covers back.

“That’s right,” she said, bounding up to me and giving me a hug. “Lots of good things to do today.” I felt her press her hands against my back, pulling me closer to her. I gave her a light hug back, then pulled away.

“So what’s the hurry?” I said. “What are these ‘good things’?”

“Get dressed and get your war-paint on,” Helena said. “We’re gonna take some pictures.”

I felt my heart sink a little, and an image of me posing into my mirror brought a foolish flush to my cheeks. Helena twirled away and out of my room.

“Fifteen minutes!” she called out as the door closed behind her.

It was a hot summer so I got dressed in a simple tartan ra-ra skirt, with a white top and sneakers. I made my way downstairs to grab some breakfast. Mom had already gone to work and the house seemed quiet. I poured myself some orange juice and was just thinking about some toast when Helena wandered into the kitchen.

“No time for that,” she said, pointing to the bread slices in my hand. “We’ve got to go, sis. Time is money. Or could be.”

Helena was dressed in a mid-length summer dress with a green and white-hoop print. She wore a thin, wide belt around her waist and small, outdoor slippers.

“Jeez, Helena,” I said, setting the bread back on the counter. “You’re being a real hard ass this morning.” Helena walked behind me and slapped my rump as she went past.

“I think you’ve got the hard ass,” she said, giggling. I frowned again. Was my sister on something?

I finished my juice and we went outside to my little car

“So, Helena, what’s this photographer like?”

“She’s been a photographer for three years, and has experience of shooting still life, nature and erotic pictures.”

“Experience of ‘erotic pictures’?”

“That’s right.”

I closed my mouth and carried on driving. It took me another twenty minutes to drive to Vermont and Bainbridge, then it took us another five minutes to find this woman’s studio.

I parked up and Helena got out, flipping her cell phone.

“Sasha, hi, it’s Helena. Yeah, yeah. We’re in the car park. Okay, I’ll see you in a minute.”

Helena closed her phone and gave me a bright sunny smile. “Come on,” she said, “this way.”

I walked around the car and Helena took my hand. We walked, hand-in-hand, toward a small warehouse. In front of us, a little warehouse door opened and a woman wearing shorts and a t-shirt stepped out. She raised a hand and Helena waved back. As we got closer I could see that the other woman was a little shorter than my sister and I, a little thicker set, and had short dark hair.

“Hiya,” she drawled in a southern accent. “I’m Sasha. You must be Cassandra,” she said, extending her hand. I let go of my sister’s hand and shook Sasha’s.

“Cassie,” I said, by way of introduction, “or Cass.”

Sasha gave me the once-over; from head to toe, then moved to one side and extended her hand. “Come on in,” she said, giving us a lop-sided smile. I walked into the warehouse and was aware of my sister giving Sasha a kiss as she walked in. It looked kind of friendly.

The photographic studio itself was pretty small; just a room about ten square meters with some lighting umbrellas and props including a sofa and some chairs.

“Okay,” said Sasha, her voice loud in the small room. “Helena tells me you want some erotic photos together, right?”

“Um, I guess,” I said.

“And you’ve not done this before, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay. First thing’s first. I’m going to take several different lots of photos and you’ve got to be comfortable not just with each other, but with me behind the camera, okay?”

“Uh, okay,” I said. Helena was smiling confidently beside me.

“Okay,” said Sasha. “So how comfortable are you with each other?”

“We’re cool,” said Helena, coming up beside me and slipping an arm around my waist.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident. I put my arm around Helena. “We’re sisters.”

Sasha’s face fell a little, as though she were explaining something to a small child.

“You want an erotic photo shoot, right?”

“Yes!” said Helena.

“Okay, so I mean you guys have got to be comfortable together. Like girlfriends.”

“Oh. Oh, right,” I said. I must have looked pretty shocked. Sasha left her camera and walked over to us.

“Look, guys, I don’t want to waste your time or mine. But if this shoot is going to work, you’ve got to get a bit more involved.”

Helena nudged me. “Like role play,” she said, “remember?”

“That’s right,” said Sasha. “And you’ve got to be comfortable. Now, is that how girlfriends would stand together?” she said.

I looked at Helena and she looked at me.

“Oh, right. Right,” I said. We shuffled a bit and I felt very awkward. After a moment, Sasha waved a hand.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she said. “Look, let me make this easy. Why don’t you,” she pointed at me, “copy what I do, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, stepping back. Sasha moved in close toward Helena and slipped her arms around my sister’s waist. Helena draped hers around Sasha’s neck and the two held each other in a close embrace, staring into each other’s eyes. Abruptly, Sasha moved to one side. “Like that,” she said.

“Okay.” I stepped into her place and Helena winked at me. I licked my lips and took a deep breath, then held my sister around the waist and felt her arms around my neck. We closed in for an embrace and I felt a small shiver run though me. I had hugged my sister a thousand times, but this time was quite different, it was all a bit naughty.

“Good,” said Sasha, moving in to push me aside. “Now try this.”

She moved back into an embrace with Helena, but this time leaned forward and planted a soft kiss onto her lips. They held the pose for a few seconds, then broke off.

“Okay?”

I nodded, but obviously didn’t look too confident.

“It’s okay, sis,” Helena said, encouraging me. “It’s play acting, right?”

I smiled back. “Right.”

I moved in and embraced my sister once again. This time, I leaned forward, tilting my head the opposite way to Helena’s. I closed my eyes and felt our lips touch. Again I felt that shiver run through me.

“Hold it. Hold it,” said Sasha, her voice moving away from us. There was a small flash and a loud click. She had just taken a picture of us kissing each other! I turned around and looked sharply at her.

“Hey!” I said, “I didn’t know you were going to do that! What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?! What’s my problem? Hey, I’m the one here doing you a favor! Why don’t you start acting like it already, Jeez!”

Helena broke away from me and moved toward Sasha, her hands raised in a placating gesture. I turned away from them as Helena began talking quietly to diffuse the photographer’s anger. I took the time to think about what was going on and why I was there. I wondered if I was being too prudish, if I wasn’t giving Sasha’s artistic direction enough respect.

But more than that, I wondered if I were letting down my little sister. I had this huge guilt complex about disappointing Helena — and it was that, rather than anything else, that made up my mind for me. I took a deep breath and walked over to where Helena was still talking to Sasha. The photographer still looked grumpy, but my sister offered me a cautious smile.

“Hey,” Helena said.

“Hey. Um, look, I wanted to apologize,” I said, looking at them both. “I mean, I didn’t want to ruin or waste your time, Sasha. And I know how important this is to you, Helena. So, I’ll be a good girl from now on. I’ll play whatever role you want,” I said the last part straight to Sasha, who looked at me through sulky eyelids.

“Okay. Kiss and make up?”

“Sure,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her cheek, but Sasha pulled back. “Uh, uh,” she said. “You’ve, ah, you’ve got to be a naughty schoolgirl saying sorry to her teacher.”

She looked at me and I felt the blood rise to my cheeks once more. I glanced quickly at Helena, who gave me a blank look.

This is a test, I thought. A test to see if I mean what I say. Well, I wasn’t stupid, and I wanted Sasha to know that. I suddenly adopted a bashful pose, holding my hands behind my back and pouting hugely.

“I’m real sorry for being so naughty, Miss Sasha,” I said, in a Shirley Temple voice. “Please, can I kiss and make up?”

Sasha smiled at me, clearly pleased at my new turn. “Sure,” she said. Then she raised a finger to her lips and pointed to them. “Right here,” she said, adding, “nice and slow.”

“Okay, Miss Sasha,” I said, determined not to fail this test. I leaned forward, lips pouted and eyes closed until I felt the soft crush of Sasha’s lips against mine. I held myself there for two seconds, then pulled back.

“And now,” said Sasha, smiling, waving us backwards toward the photographic set, “I want you to offer the same apology to Miss Helena.”

I nodded, wide-eyed, not willing to let go of the character yet.

“And you,” Sasha said, talking to my sister, “I want you to keep the role going, okay?”

Helena nodded back. “Okay.”

Sasha stopped and gave her a hard look. “Okay?” she repeated for emphasis.

“Oh, yeah,” Helena replied.

I turned round and began to fake a totter toward the set. I felt Helena brush up behind me and pat me softly on my ass.

“Just go with it, sis,” she whispered.

“Okay,” I whispered back. We reached the set and I turned to face Helena. I stood there, pouting and heard the first click of Sasha’s shutter.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Helena said to me, wagging a finger in my direction.

I pouted back, heard the shutter click. I nodded my head and uttered a protracted: “Sorrrrrry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Cassandra,” said Helena. “Turn around and bend over.” I did as I was told, bending over slightly with my legs held together, and straight. Helena stepped toward me and lifted up the back of my ra-ra skirt with one hand. I looked back and saw that she was holding the other hand in a slapping pose. “Bad, bad girl,” she said, looking from my ass to the camera.

“Panties!” Sasha shouted, from behind her camera. Instantly, I felt Helena hook her thumb inside the elastic of my panties and pull them down below my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes, trying to hold myself together.

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

“Okay, now up and apologize,” came the next direction

I stood back up and turned to face my sister. I’d forgotten to pull up my panties and they were now hanging underneath my ass cheeks. I went to pull them up but Sasha cried out “No! pull them down! You’ve been punished, remember?”

I hesitated, but then reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees.

“Okay good. Now apologize.”

“I’m real sorrrrrrrry,” I said, exaggerating the pout. I saw Helena begin to giggle, then control herself. Watching her smile made me feel better and I began to relax. “I’m real sorry my panties are falling down.”

I saw Helena look away for a moment, controlling her giggle. I didn’t ease up.

“Can I kiss and make up, Miss Helena. Can I? Huh? Huh? Can I pleeeeeeease?”

I leaned forward and pouted my lips for a kiss. Helena regained some composure, winked at me and said, “Sure.”

She adopted a similar role to mine, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, dry but comfortable kiss and we stood there a moment or two as Sasha took pictures.

“Okay,” said the photographer. Now a little clinch. Remember, Hels, you’re the teacher.”

“Put your arms behind your back,” whispered Helena. I did so, closing my eyes, and she stepped in to grab hold of my shoulders. She leaned forward and this time tilted her head to kiss me. Again the kiss was dry, but comfortable. The shutter whirred and clicked.

“Good. Good. Now more.”

“Okay, hold me,” I heard Helena say. I opened my eyes and stepped in to embrace my sister. I draped my arms around her neck and she held me around my waist. We leaned closer and started making small adjustments according to Sasha’s direction.

“Okay, now where’s that kiss?” she said after a while.

Helena and I tilted heads and locked our lips together in a now comfortable pose. I was aware of my panties slipping down to my ankles, and of Helena’s arms around my waist. The camera continued to click as we made minute adjustments. We held the kiss for a while and, after a few moments, I felt Helena part her lips slightly. I did the same, on reflex, and then felt the warm tip of her tongue flick the top of my teeth. I pulled back and stared at her, shocked.

“Hey!” came the call from behind the camera. “I’m not done yet. Get back in that clinch!”

I flicked a glance from my sister to Sasha, but Helena kept her gaze locked on me. She had that glazed look about her and was smiling evilly. She winked, just before leaning in to me once more. I closed my eyes, felt our lips touch, then held my mouth slightly apart for the camera. Almost immediately, I felt Helena’s tongue explore my lips and teeth. I didn’t respond, but I didn’t turn away and, later, I knew that that would be the first real turning point between us.

“Okay. That’s a wrap,” said Sasha, killing the powerful lights trained on us. Helena pressed forward and ended the kiss with a much less sisterly touch. I felt her hands grab my ass cheeks.

“Jesus! That was good,” she said.

I smiled at her and bent down to pull up my panties.

“Aw, let me help you,” Helena said, dropping to the floor. I didn’t reply but watched as she slipped the panties off my raised feet and held them up to me.

“See? Don’t need them now,” she said, grinning at me.

I smiled nervously. It was like seeing my sister on drugs, or in a mood you didn’t expect. “I’ll, uh, I’ll meet you by the car, Sis,” I said.

Helena threw me an odd look, then shrugged her shoulders. “Okay. I just need to talk to Sasha for a minute.”

I nodded my head and walked toward the exit, feeling a little foolish. As I opened the door to leave, I turned around and saw Sasha and my sister bent over the camera, examining the pictures Sasha had just taken. Helena’s arm was around Sasha’s waist and they looked very comfortable together.

The car ride back home was quiet. Lena was chatty and pleasant, but a little distant.

When we got home I got another nasty shock. It was from my credit card company. And they weren’t happy.

Continue on to Chapter 2

 

Cinderella

  • Posted on December 31, 2017 at 7:02 am

By MargaretSexyMum

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2013 }

Cinderella has been an unhappy little girl since her beloved mother passed away when she was very young and her father remarried. He departed some time afterwards, leaving the child in the care of her evil stepmother and two older stepsisters. They did not have Cinderella’s interests at heart and abused the poor girl. Cinderella was required to do all the domestic chores in the house, and was also on call to service her stepmother and sisters whenever they demanded it.

They treat the eleven-year-old as their personal sex slave, and have done so since she was only six. From the time they wake in the morning till they retire for the evening, Cinderella is required to pleasure them whenever they require — and the three horny females require it a lot. The sweet, obedient girl uses her mouth and a collection of sex toys to sate her stepmother’s and stepsisters’ perverted desires.

Cinderella doesn’t really mind performing these acts, because after all her real mother had taught her how girls could make each other feel good by touching their most intimate places. It was just that her stepmother and stepsisters were so ugly and had such poor personal hygiene, and they never even tried return the favor and make her feel good.

Every night Cinderella dreams of escaping her dreary existence and meeting a beautiful girl to spend the rest of her life with. One day her heart leaps when an invitation arrives to a Grand Ball. But she is heartbroken when her stepmother tells her the invitation is not for her, and that she will have to stay at home while they go to the Ball.

That night when the others are asleep and Cinderella is weeping in her room, a fairy godmother appears and assures the girl that she will go to the Ball. But the grey-haired fairy warns her that she must leave the Ball before the clock strikes midnight or her beautiful gown will turn into her normal rags and her clean hair and flawless complexion will return to their usual grubby state.

On the day of the Ball, Cinderella assists her stepmother and sisters with their toilette and to get dressed in their gowns. After they have departed for the Ball the fairy godmother helps Cinderella get ready. She primps and bathes the young girl. The naughty fairy takes her time as she washes the girl all over, even though Cinderella is old enough to bathe herself. The fairy’s fingers probe into places of the young girl’s body that haven’t been touched for a very long time. Cinderella throws back her head and squeals as the fairy massages the tiny nub of her clitoris, bringing her to climax.

When she climbs out of the bath, the fairy godmother dresses Cinderella in a very short white gown that shows off her long coltish legs and barely covers her bottom. The bodice of the dress is very tight, the material almost completely sheer. It hugs her thin frame and shows off the tiny buds blossoming on her chest which are topped with pretty pink nipples. Her legs are bare except for the pair of glass slippers she wears, showing off her perfectly manicured feet, her toenails painted a bright cherry red.

“But fairy godmother,” the girl says nervously, “I thought ball gowns were supposed to be floor length…? This one barely covers my coochie, and everyone will be able to see my boobies!”

The fairy smiles sweetly, “Normally dresses are longer and more demure, my dear, but we want the Princess to notice you, don’t we? I am sure she will notice you in this dress. In fact I am willing the bet she won’t be able to keep her eyes — and hands — off you!”

The fairy hands Cinderella a pair of lace panties to wear under her skirt. When the girl pulls them up, she feels that they are very loose.

“Fairy godmother, these underpants are pretty… but I don’t think they fit very well. They are almost falling off.”

“Don’t fret, sweetie, it is all part of the plan,” the fairy assures her.

*     *     *

The moment Cinderella enters the ballroom, all eyes turn to her. The men and the women all secretly lust after the sweet and sexy little nymphet.

When the beautiful and elegant teenage Princess lays eyes on Cinderella, she is immediately smitten and makes her way straight across to her before anyone else has a chance to talk to the young girl. She takes Cinderella’s delicate hand and leads her to the dance floor.

They begin a slow dance, the much taller Princess laying Cinderella’s cheek against her chest and putting her hands on the girl’s bottom as they sway to the music while the other guests gape at the two beauties. The Princess’ roving hands sneak under Cinderella’s short gown to caress her lace-covered bum cheeks. Cinderella is thrilled to feel the older girl’s hands on her bottom, not only because it feels so nice, but because they also help to keep her loose underpants from sliding down around her ankles.

The pair spend the whole evening dancing and talking… and quickly falling in love. As the night grows late, the two girls are sitting in a corner kissing open-mouthed, the Princess gently stroking her new child lover’s cleft through her delicate lace knickers — and then the clock strikes midnight.

Hearing the chimes, Cinderella rises and after a longing look at the beautiful Princess turns and rushes toward the door. As she runs, she stumbles and her loose underpants slide down her legs, causing her to kick them off so she won’t trip and fall.

The Princess watches in shock as Cinderella races for the door, her short skirt flapping up and exposing the young girl’s lovely bare bottom. Then the teenager walks slowly to the middle of the room where she bends down to pick up Cinderella’s discarded underwear, raising the delicate material to her nose to inhale the child’s innocent but slightly musky scent. She also sees a wet spot where she’d been caressing the saucy minx’s slit through the gusset of her undies.

It had been love and lust at first sight for the Princess. The mysterious little nymph had stolen her heart from the moment she saw her entering the ballroom dressed in that scandalous gown. Her desire for the adorable child was overwhelming, and she wanted her in her bed.

With Cinderella gone, the Princess turns to the Queen. “That is the one I want, Mother, more than any other. That pretty little girl in the short dress. I want her for my bride.”

The Queen dotes on her beautiful but headstrong and passionate daughter, and has always accepted her sexual preference which became apparent at an early age. She also has enacted laws to enable women in their Kingdom to wed one another. Although these laws at first had scandalized many of her subjects, over time lesbian couples had begun coming forward to publicly pledge their love and be married.

But never in the Queen’s wildest dreams would she have imagined that her precious daughter would want to wed an underage girl — one who was practically still a child — no matter how desirable she might be. And the Queen did have to admit that the pretty little pixie was delicious. She had thought to herself while watching the girl and her daughter dancing together that she wouldn’t have minded having Cinderella as a whore in her own bed.

The Queen turns to her daughter and says thoughtfully, “But, my darling, she is still only a child. Don’t you want a girl more your own age?”

“Mother, you know I like young girls. You have seen me sharing my bed with the Lady in Waiting’s two daughters, and they are much younger than Cinderella. One is six and the other is seven. We weren’t just sleeping in the same bed, you know, I seduced both of them. They were yummy. Cinderella is eleven years old, she is almost ready to flower into a woman.”

The Queen knows she will never win this argument. “Well, all right, dear. Except I don’t know who the girl is, or how she was invited. I have never seen her before.”

“Then we must find her!” the Princess demands, petulantly stamping her feet. “I want us to be married. Can’t I have her? Please, please, pretty please?”

*     *     *

The Queen, who cannot resist any entreaty of her beautiful daughter, orders a search of the Kingdom to find the mysterious nymphet. The task is made difficult as the only clue they have is the child’s discarded lace panties. The Princess does not let this prized treasure out of her possession. She sniffs the soiled material regularly, provoking memories of the girl’s sweet essence that had filled her nostrils.

A Royal Decree goes out ordering all girls between the ages of ten and twelve years to present themselves at the castle. The Princess inspects each of the girls as they try on the undies. She supplements her visual examination by sniffing the girl’s crotches in the hopes of finding the same scent that is imprinted on her brain.

While the Princess enjoys the search, getting to see and smell hundreds of little girls’ bare clefts, she remains heartbroken that she has still not found the object of her desire. But eventually the palace courtiers discover a child kept in hiding, and she is bought before the Princess.

The Princess notices that the little girl who stands before her in a thin shift does resemble her love… although it is hard to be sure. She instructs the girl to lift the hem of her tattered garment, and admires her plump hairless vulva. After sniffing the discarded panties once more, the Princess takes her time slowly pulling them up the child’s slender thighs until they hang loosely off her hips.

She asks the girl to turn around, and her heart races as she sees that the panties fit just as loosely as she remembered. The undies show off an ample amount of her bottom crack, and the wide leg holes allow the Princess to see the girl’s bald slit.

As a final test, the Princess pushes her nose into the young girl’s pantied crotch. She inhales deeply — and emits a cry of joy as she recognizes the musky scent of her true love. She throws her arms around the child’s waist and presses her face against Cinderella’s mound as her hands grab at the girl’s tiny bum cheeks. She plants a series of kisses all over her panty-covered mons and between her legs.

The Princess is overcome with happiness and lust and sucks on the girl’s crotch through her underpants. She soon tastes evidence that Cinderella is enjoying her oral attentions when her cunt moistens and her juices soak the panties as the Princess feasts on the girl’s tangy sauce.

When she has finished enjoying Cinderella’s charms, the Princess solemnly takes her hand, gets down on one knee, and asks the child to marry her. Cinderella accepts the proposal with pleasure.

A week later the two are married…

and they lived happily ever after