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Shooting with Helena

By: Cassie007



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, that's how the trouble started. With somebody seeing the pictures on the internet. The trouble, and, I suppose, the opportunity to sort things out. But it was never as simple and easy as it sounds writing it down on paper. Anyway, I'll go back to the beginning because back then, everything seemed so much simpler, and a whole world of 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 cheerleading squad, and no end of young teenage 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 look stunning as soon as she opened her eyes. It made her very popular at college; in a quiet way even more popular than my position as a cheerleader, but Helena never showed too much interest in the pursuit of others. She concentrated on her studies, and on her beauty. 

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 colours. 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 too.

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 friends' 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 too!). 

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 the photoshoot.

"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 photoshoot" she said. "It was pretty cool"

"the first one?" I answered, paying 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.

"Dammit! 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 colourful '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 photoshoot. 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 the '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 uninhibiting being pictured 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.

"Cass, 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 where it shouldn't belong. 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 obviously 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. Do you 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 cheerleading 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 photoshoot 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 roleplaying. Acting. It's incredibly erotic, and if we do it together, neither of us is likely to get exploited. Come on. Try it out already. Just one. 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 photoshoot. 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 it was my sister making the request and 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 realised 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.



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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 pyjamas 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, lazy bones" 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 tings 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 bedcovers 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 laying 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 where are we going?" I asked, backing out of the drive and into the road.

"This is the thing" said Helena. I'm not too sure."

"You're not sure?"

"Well, I met someone at college yesterday; a photographer. And I arranged for us to have a few pictures taken. Cool huh?"

"Wow, Helena. That was pretty, um, quick" I said.

"Yeah. It's gonna be real cool. The studio's near Vermont and Bainbridge. Do you know that area?"

"um... I think so" I said, pulling onto the main road and heading West. We travelled for a few minutes.

"So, Helena, what's this photographer like? How did you meet him?" I let my voice sink a little. "He's not another one of those weirdos, is he?"

Helena giggled again. She seemed to be doing a lot of that recently.

"No, silly" she said. "This photographer is very cool. Someone who I have every confidence in." 

"Hmm. Has he got much experience in this stuff?"

"She" Helena said, emphasising the word, "has been a photographer for three years, and has experience of shooting still life, nature and erotic pictures."

"'she' huh?"

"Yep"

"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 toes, 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 meters square with some lightin 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 photoshoot, 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 photoshoot is going to work, you've got to get a bit more involved."

Helena nudged me "Like roleplay" she said, "remember?"

"That's right" said Sasha. "It's like roleplay. 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 leant 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 leant 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.


Shooting with Helena Ch. 02



[At the end of the last (long) chapter, sisters Helena and Cassie were fooling around with each other on Helena's bed, after having had electric sex with each other in the shower. Their latest tryst was interrupted when their mom - ignorant to the new erotic feelings the sisters had for each other - walked in. Please continue to send me comments and if there's an appetite for it, I'll keep the sisters' adventure going... Cassie x]

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Mom 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 form the chest upwards, with my ears and cheeks starting to burn with the 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, shame pouring from every inch of me, and stood, 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 shame 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. Mom 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 things she 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 (dowdy) clothes as she had moved on to a different phase in her life. No skirts were hemmed higher than the knee. No tops were fitted to show off the average sized breasts suffering 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 knee-caps) and flat-heeled black court shoes. A string of fake pearls were hung low around her neck, and a pair of large stud earrings that 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 said, directing her stern judgement on us both, turning her head first 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 was not 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. It's not decent! I case you may have forgotten, we've got Aunt Maddy coming over to stay tonight, and she's bringing Jack and Rachel with her"

Aunt Maddy was mom's older sister, and her children, fraternal twins Jack and Rachel, our first cousins. Helena gave me a blank look but I didn't say anything, and mom didn't elaborate. 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 said, 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, albeit briefly, we tried the 'or something' part too.

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

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

"I know what she'd like to do to us" she said, emphasising the world 'like', "but I'm not sure she's ready for that yet." Helena shifted slightly in her driver's seat, opening her legs just a little. I took advantage, running the flat of my palm up the inside of her thigh.

"Sasha's a lesbian?" I asked, ignoring why Helena had mentioned the 'yet' part.

"Well, she's made it more than clear to me that she finds me attractive."

"Cow. Mind your head doesn't burst."

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

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

"What did she whisper?" I asked.

"Never you mind, bitch. None of your business."

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

"Tell me" I said.

"No."

"Tell me!"

"No way bitch." 

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

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

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I would" 

"Would not."

Without further words, I lifted the hem of the vest top up and over my breasts, exposing them . Helena looked sidelong, then gasped.

"Cassie, put them away!" she yelped. 

"Not until you tell me" I said, in a sing-song voice. I started to rub and caress myself as Helena continued to drive us toward Sasha's studio.

"All right! All right!" Helena said, taking her hand off the wheel to slap my thigh. "I give up! Put them away and save them for me later on!"

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

"So, what did Sasha say?" I said.

"She said-" here Helena dropped her voice half an octave, "if you ever get lonely, you can give me a call, even when the camera isn't rolling."

I giggled, laughing at the thinly-veiled message. Helena giggled back at me.

"Stop it!" she protested. "She was being sweet."

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

Helena moaned a little, enjoying the attention my lips were giving her ear. "Yeah? Like what?" she said. I took her earlobe between my teeth and nibbled it gently, whispering something very filthy as I did it. I sat back in the passenger seat, staring out in front of me and feeling my cheeks begin to burn.

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

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

"So how much do we tell Sasha?" I said, caressing Helena's fingers in my hand. Just touching her made me want her, and I could feel myself getting hot between the legs in anticipation of our next illicit lovemaking. Helena frowned. "I don't know" she said, suddenly getting all serious as she looked away out of the window.. "Y'know" she said, after a long pause, "some of me wants to say 'the hell with it; I'm fucking my sister, and it's great', you know?" I nodded, gazing at her.

"And... and, sometimes I feel like saying 'fuck you' to the guilt, 'fuck you' to the taboo of lesbian sex, and a bigger 'fuck you' to the idea of sex with my own sister."

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

"But the thing is, Cass" she said, taking my hand in both of hers, "I love you. Love you so much I don' want to ruin what we've got. Will telling the world about how we feel for each other ruin that?"

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

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

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

"Sasha's gonna notice" she said. "Sasha can spot girl-sex a mile away."

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

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

"Come on, Cass" she said. "Let's go get shot."

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

"Hi" she said, offering us both a tight, wary smile. She glanced down and noticed we were holding hands. "Well, you came back, and that's a good sign" she said. "Come on in."

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

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

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

"Well, it's.... it's got a bit complicated." she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So what's the problem?" Helena said.

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

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

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

"Off-set them?" I repeated?

"Against what?" said Helena.

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

"Isn't that going to make the bill worse?" I said.

"Well" said Sasha, "I could off-set all that, and pay you back a healthy amount if..."

"If what?" said Helena, levelly.

Sasha looked up at us, licking her lips to wet them. "If you want to go a bit further and try something a little more, erotic."

"You mean a little more full on?" Helena said. Sasha nodded.

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

"Let me show you something about full on" I said. Sasha gave me a quizzical look, but I tossed my hair behind my head and stared at my sister. "Ready?" I said. Helena nodded, a little impish smile playing about the corner of her lips. I leaned across the space between us on the sofa, slowly and deliberately, so that Sasha could see exactly where we were coming from. I tilted my head a little from Helena's, then closed my lips against hers and started to kiss her. At first, we shared light, soft kisses. Then, after a moment, I let Sasha see my tongue start to invade my sister's mouth as we kissed more fervently. After a couple of minutes kissing, we sat back and stared at the diminuative photographer. She looked hot, and flustered.

"Wow" she managed. "I've never, ever seen something that hot." She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, as though te seat were suddenly itchy beneath her. "Would you.... I mean are you prepared to do that for the camera?"

"For yours" I said.

"And depending where the pictures went, and how much return we got" said Helena, ever more shrewd than I was.

Sasha shook her head a little and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to regain her train of thought. She was clearly distracted and had other things on her mind.

"Well that's the whole thing" she said. She paused a moment, gathering her thoughts, then sat forward on her sofa, staring at us each with an earnest expression. 

"There's always money to be made from doing photoshoots. Sometimes it's the clients of the clients. Sometimes it's the models. Sometimes its even the lowly photographer like me. But there's always money. It's all about finding the market, and feeding the market."

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

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

I frowned, suddenly losing the thread. But Helena nodded. "Yeah" she said. "The South African girls." 




Shooting with Helena Ch. 02



Helena turned to me and said "Couple of hot black chicks getting real friendly for the camera. Claim they are sisters."

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

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

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

Sasha produced a filthy smile and nodded. "You got it, baby." she said. Helena inched herself off the sofa and crawled, on her knees, toward the photographer. "Guaranteed?" she asked, closing the gap between them.

"Almost."

"And what's the snag?" breathed my sister, using a seductive voice she had only needed to experiment briefly with me. It still sent tingles down my spine.

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

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

"Explain" said Helena, sitting up between the photographer's legs, running her hands up and down the other woman's thighs. Sasha was fast losing her resolve, clearly getting turned on by my sister's touch. 

"It needs to be full on" she said. "But classy. None of this grainy 8mm shit you see on the web. Exclusive shots for....ungh....an exclusive client base. ...yesss. You up for that?"

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

"Like this one?" Sasha said, through dreamy eyelids.

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

It didn't take long for Sasha to get started. In the ten minutes or so before she started barking orders, Helena and I sat on the sofa, playing with each other's hands. I wanted to understand what my sister was thinking, what the complexities of the business deal should be, but Helena had that wicked little glint in her eye and had more pressing thoughts. She leant across to me and started kissing my neck, whispering to me between those moments when her lips caused tiny erotic explosions on my skin. I found my eyelids drooping at her insistent kisses, quickly losing the urge to discuss business. By the time Sasha called us onto the set proper, my pussy was burning. How had it happened so quickly that my sister instilled these incredible feelings in me?

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

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

"Pretty much"

"Okay."

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

"A build up to what?" I giggled. Sasha ignored me. 

"Just try to relax while a take a few warm up shots. Go from 'polite hello' to 'sexy' and listen to me."

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

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

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

"Turn around, shocked." I did, trying to no giggle at the sight of my hand cupping my sister's breast 

"Now the other one! I heard Sasha shout from behind her camera. I reach out and cupped Helena's other breast, stood for a moment, massaging my sister's small but pert and fleshy breasts. I could feel the nipples begin to swell under my touch. Helena was being the consummate actress; playing the role like stop-gap animation. Whirr/click. Whirr/click.

"Lose the buttons!" came the next instruction. I reached between Helena's breasts and undid the main button, exposing another small triangle of pale flesh to the camera. I felt Helena's arms slip round my waist.

"I want to get real dirty with you" said my sister. "Real dirty."

I didn't say anything. My heart was beginning to pound at the anticipation of having sex with Helena again. I continued to peel Helena's clothes off her body, revealing that perfect nakedness which I'd come to adore. Our advances became less stop-gap, more fluid. I felt Helena's fingers tease open the cheeks of my ass. I leaned forward and closed my lips onto hers. Her breasts squashed against mine and I was suddenly desperate to get naked with her; lost in this erotic, forbidden moment with my own sister. My clothes came off easily, and then Helena's hands were holding my breasts, touching my neck, reaching down to the hot wetness of my over-excited pussy. All the time there was the whirr/click of Sasha's camera as a background tattoo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I jumped up, pressed myself against her and kissed her quickly. "Do it!" I said, feeling the unrelenting stiffness of the plastic cock press against my thigh. I slid back down again, kissing Helena's body as I went, and assumed a position on my hands and knees. Helena knelt down beside me and reached out for the baby oil bottle. I heard the click of the cap, then felt a warmish sensation as Helena drizzled the oil on the small of my back and ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands begin to massage the oil into my skin, making me slippery and smooth. Helena leaned forward, her hands running from the top of my ass to m shoulders. Then she knelt back and began to rub the oil into my ass cheeks, and between. I closed my eyes and let my body relax as Helena used her fingers to rub and tease the widening crack of my ass. I felt one, then two fingers slip inside my hole. I bit my lip against the unusual, but very welcome invasion. Helena did this for a couple of minutes, getting my muscles relaxed, then I felt her hands move away from me.

"Ready?" I heard her murmur. I looked back over my shoulder and managed to grunt something unintelligible that I hopes she would take as 'yes'.

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

"Aw Jesus, sis, just fuck me with that thing!" I said, exasperated. I closed my eyes and, when I felt the dildo start to spread wide my crack once more, took the initiative and pushed my ass backwards. I felt the length of the dildo slip into my tight ass, Helena's soft fingers, gripping my hips for balance.

Whirr/click. Whirr/click.

I had had anal sex only once before, with a guy at college at last year's Christmas party. He was pretty good looking, on the athletics team, and not as rowdy as some. I was drunk, horny and in the mood for something different. We'd gone back to his dorm and had started off well enough, kissing and fooling around, then he started tugging at my skirt. He'd ran his hand over my newly exposed ass cheeks and I felt a little thrill. I stood up, drained my glass of wine and bit my lower lip. I remember staring at him; seeing him wonder if I was going to call it a night and leave, then tell him that he could have me from behind if he wanted me. He'd given me a look full of relief and stood up. "Behind?" he'd said. I'd nodded, making it clear he could fuck my ass. Every guy's dream right? Screwing a hot girl up her ass? Well Mike certainly thought so. He couldn't wait. Couldn't wait to get me relaxed, or properly lubed up, so when he got me on all fours and stabbed his dick in my bung, it hurt like fucking crazy, he was at that point where "Ow" and "No" meant nothing at all. I remember getting reamed up my ass for about five minutes as Mike built up his load before emptying it inside me. During that time, I'd grimaced, winced and grunted, trying desperately to think of some homework that needed doing; all the while vowing neer to get ass fucked again.

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

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

"Oh Cassie!" Helena said, "Oh Jeex, you are so hot." I felt the sharp stab of her tongue on my ass, her teeth pinch the skin around my puckered hole.

Whirr/click. Whirr/click.

Helena leaned in to me and I felt her mouth close over my open asshole. I reached back behind me and pulled the back of her head closer between my cheeks. I felt her tongue dart and probe inside the stretched muscles of my ass. Helena brought one hand up between my legs and slipped her thumb between the sopping lips of my pussy, rotating it in wide circles as far as her knuckle would let her. Helena kept on licking my ass, nipping the puckered skin with her teeth, as she worked her thumb inside a pussy that was already dripping with lust. I closed my eyes, trying to contain all the sensations and emotions running through my small head. Eventually, Helena sat back and probed my ass with her other hand, plunging one, then two fingers into my loosened hole. Dirty fucking should never feel this good, something in the back of my mind told me. I told it to shut up.

Helena began to frig me in earnest, concentrating on my hot, wet pussy while two fingers plugged my asshole. The front of my body collapsed onto the floor and I felt my legs begin to shiver. I knew I was close to another bone-shaking orgasm, and abandoned myself to it completely. When the moment came, I felt a huge release; the muscles around my tight little pussy contracting and loosening around my sister's fingers. I fell onto the floor and, for a moment, I could not talk; just lay there feeling wave after wave ripple through me. Helena picked up the dildo harness she'd abandoned a while ago and stabbed the bulbous end between her own pussy lips., using one hand to hold it close inside her. Helena fell down with me, laying on top of my orgasm-wracked body and clutching at me feverishly with her free hand; working the dildo into her own orgasm-starved snatch as she did so. 

"Oh Cassie..! Oh Cass! Oh my beautiful sister!" She murmured, over and over again. I drew arms around her neck, pulling her into me, never wanting to let her go. Her hair spilled around my head and I drank in the scent and touch of her; the only woman who could ever make me feel like that.

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

We collapsed, a few minutes later, both breathing heavily beside each other; desperate for each other's touch, but both too sensitive for more sexual play. Some time ago, Sasha's camera had ceased to click at us.

We lay a few moments more, caressing and trailing lazy hands across each other's bodies, then reluctantly removed ourselves from the cold floor and got up to find Sasha. We quickly pulled on our clothes (swapping panties, for the kick we still got out of that), and found the little photographer in a glass-walled studio room some way behind the camera. There was a strong smell of coffee. Sasha was sitting at a computer terminal where, eventually, she looked up at us and frowned.

"You two finished?" she said, her tone more than a little abrupt.

"Um, yeah" said Helena, taking the lead. "Thanks."

Sasha grunted. "Don't thank me until the camera says so. I'm downloading the clips now."

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

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

"Did you, um. Did you get any good shots?" I heard myself say. Sasha grunted, but didn't reply. Helena frowned, and I recognised that frown. She was starting to get annoyed.

"Hey!" she said. "What's the problem? Half an hour ago, you were telling me you needed something a little more 'full-on'. Well if what we did out there wasn't 'full-on' you'd better paint me a new fucking picture."

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

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

"Photographic progre-?" I murmured, then checked myself.

Sasha turned back to the computer and took a deep breath. "There are some good shots. Some very horny ones. But we can't do this again. Next time we'll all have to be a lot more professional about this."

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

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

She turned back and Helena and I shared an identical smile. Gone were the worries we'd voiced back in the car earlier. There were no secrets between us and Sasha, and it gave us the freedom to be more natural with each other. I reached over and grabbed my sister's hand. I grinned at her for a moment, wondering about all the fantastic shoots we could do together. Helena opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and frowned. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her cell phone. She frowned again, flipped the lid and keyed the 'answer' button.



Shooting with Helena Ch. 03



[Previously: Cassie and her beautiful little sister - Helena - have discovered a deep and passionate taboo love for each other. More than that, they are exploring each other's boundaries with a photographer friend - Sasha. But just as things look rosy, the girls are upset by the news of a family visit...]

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

When I pulled up outside the house we stopped to get a few things straight.

"What do we say if Jack has already found the paper?" I said. Helena frowned, thinking. She always looked like that when she was deep in thought; almost angry-looking that her brows were so crossed. 

"We say that it was a prank by some guys at college who we turned down for a date. They wanted to get back at us."

"What guys?"

"Cassie, it doesn't really matter. Jack won't know them."

I nodded, seeing the logic. "But what about the stuff on your computer?"

Helena smiled, but only faintly. "Not much I can do about that" she said. "But Jack is such a pervert, it won't take much to get something back on him."

"How do you mean?"

Helena smiled, biting the bottom corner of her lip. "Just imagine" she said, giving me an alluring wink, "What Aunt Maddy would say if she caught her darling son jacking off in his teenage cousin's bedroom."

I wrinkled my nose at the idea. "But how would you-"

Helena leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to kiss her on the lips.

"Never mind the details, Cassie" she said. "I have a plan."

We got out of the car and went indoors.

"Hi mom, we're back" Helena said, as brightly as she possibly could.

"In here sweetie" floated back the reply. Just before we went into the main living room, I pulled my sister to one side and put my arms around her neck.

"I love you, Lena" I said. I leaned forward, eyes closed, and felt my sister's lips press against mine. My heartbeat raced even at that short contact.

"Love you too" Helena whispered back. She hugged me, very briefly, then broke off and opened the door to the living room. We stepped through.

"Oh there they are! Aren't they darlings?"

Aunt Maddy was sitting with mom, holding a large mug of coffee. She was a couple of years older than mom, and looked it; slotting comfortably into the frumpy role of middle-age where mom almost had to work at it. She was dressed very conservatively, in court shoes and slacks, with a shirt and sweater. Her shoulder-length bob looked about twenty years out of date (although she probably thought it was risqué fashion). Sitting across from her and mom was Rachel, our cousin. Of the troublesome Jack, there was no sign.

Rachel and Jack, fraternal twins, were only a little younger than us, but it showed on our female cousin's face (and in what she wore). Rachel had long, dark brown hair, gathered up in a butterfly clip at the top of her head. She wore a long skirt and sensible shoes, with a blue polo top; buttoned all the way to the top. She wore bottle thick glasses and smiled only in extreme circumstances. But she was sweet, in her own way.

Helena and I sat down on the spare sofa and beamed at Aunt Maddy. She was insufferable and a parental tyrant, but hey; what can you do with family?

"My goodness Phee" she said to our mom, "They're almost like twins. And SO grown up!" 

There was a measure of distaste in the last sentence, as though we were growing up too quickly, or were dressed inappropriately (both of which were true, in some respects). Aunt Maddy, although the older sister, had married later in life and had watched mom beat her to parenthood. But she'd always seen it as her responsibility to impart pearls of wisdom about bringing up children, even if such pearls were generally useless and unwanted.

"Rachel, say hello to your cousins"

Rachel looked up from the spot she'd been examining on the floor and gave us both a level stare.

"Hello" she said.

"Hey" we both replied. It was an awkward moment.

"And, um, where's Jack?" Helena said. This prompted Aunt Maddy into producing a sound we would later discover to be something resembling a laugh. She leant over to my mom and patted her on the knee.

"See?" she said. "I told you Helena would ask about Jack. You'd better watch that one, Phee; she's very close to her cousin!"

Mom produced a forced smile as close to identical as the one Helena and I managed. I loved her for that. Despite mom's irrational desire to be middle-aged, there were still some things that made her very similar to my sister and I.

"Jack's upstairs" said mom, giving us a knowing look. "He wasn't very pleased when I said that he should sleep in the living room rather than your bedroom, Helena."

"He's just cooling off, as all boys need to do, that all" said Aunt Maddy, jumping to her son's defence. "And Phoebe, I really didn't see the problem with Jack taking Helena's room. I'm sure that Helena wouldn't mind" she added, stabbing a viper's look toward my sister.

"Nevertheless" said mom, "Helena is, as you pointed out, a growing girl and it wouldn't be proper for Jack to stay in Helena's room." the sentence finished with an edge of finality to it that brooked no further discussion. There was a pause as I let this sink in.

"Cassie, sweetie, I hope you don't mind, but I've told Rachel that she can share your room while she stays with Aunt Maddy."

"Oh that'd be great mom" I said, smiling brightly. I leant forward, exaggerating a stage whisper toward my cousin "But no late-night parties until mom and Aunt Phoebe are out okay?" I said. Aunt Maddy smiled, and Rachel twitched the corner of her mouth. 

"So has, Jack - um - been up to my room?" said Helena, trying to sound nothing more than curious.

"Well yes-" mom began.

"He was very much looking forward to unpacking" interrupted Aunt Maddy.

"Yes. Quite a hurry" mom replied. "In fact, such a hurry that he ran straight into the house and locked himself in your room for ten minutes before he would come out again."

"It was only a few minutes at most" said Aunt Maddy. "And he did apologize."

"Yes" smiled mom in her softest voice. "He was very quick to apologize when you told him to."

There was another one of those awkward pauses, where Aunt Maddy was in the wrong but refused to admit it.

"Soooo, where is Jack?" said Helena once again.

"He's out the back, honey. Playing on his computer console."

I saw my sister drop the most insincere frown of sympathy ever, and smiled at her.

"Actually mom" said Helena, "I'm pretty bushed. I think I'll go up and take a shower if that's okay."

"Sure honey" said mom. "Dinner will be ready in an hour, so wash up and come down for that. You too, Cassie."

I jumped up from the sofa. "Wanna come upstairs and unpack?" I said, directing my voice toward Rachel. The other girl looked up at me, then at her mom, who said "Rachel has already left her things in your room. So organised. I'd like her to help Aunt Phoebe and I prepare dinner."

I shrugged. "okay. Pop up when you want to plan that midnight party, right?"

"Oh you silly!" said Aunt Maddy, still enjoying the 4th grade joke. But Rachel did look up at me, and she did smile too. A genuine smile. It changed her sombre expression completely, if only for a second. A pretty girl under there, I thought. Hope she grows out of her mom's shadow soon.

I followed Helena upstairs and we parted on the landing between the rooms to our doors. Helena quickly stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. "See you for dinner" she said. She turned away and I opened the door to my room. Everything was as I had left it. Except for the small suitcase left by Rachel on the far side of my double bed. On the usually empty cabinet by that side of the bed were a few trinkets I didn't recognise. Rachel had unpacked alright. Superstitious dolls and everything.

I suddenly felt a little sleepy and stretched out the tiredness. I took off the clothes I was wearing and draped them lazily on the bed, I pulled my hair up into rough bun at the top of my head, secured it with a clip then grabbed a towel by the shower cubicle and stepped in. I turned on the shower and stood under the warm jet of water, letting the stream wake me up a bit. Unbidden, I began to remember the last shower I had taken; the shower where I had made love to my own sister. I closed my eyes and remembered the touch of her hands, the closeness of her skin, the feel of our two bodies pressed together in perfect taboo symmetry as the water fell down and upon us. 

It was during this very pleasant reverie that I failed to hear my bedroom door being opened. It was also during this trip down lover's memory lane that I did not hear someone moving close to the shower cubicle, listening to the soft moaning noises I was making under the jet of warm water. It was only when the cubicle door itself opened, allowing cold air to replace the warm mist I was enjoying, that I became rudely aware of the embarrassing interruption. The embarrassment lasted only a second, to be replaced by cold fear as two very welcome arms slipped round my soapy hips.

"Hey sis. Want some company?"

"Helena! Are you mad? Rachel could come in here at any minute! Or mom, or Aunt Maddy!! Get out!"

"Relax" said my sister, stepping up close against me in the now-cramped cubicle. The nearness of her naked body to mine was intoxicating, irresistible, but I was still overcome with fear of being discovered with my own sister. I tried to push her away from me.

"Helena, for God's sake, get out!" I hissed. Oblivious to my warnings, my little sister started running her hands up and down my soaped-up body, feeling the smoothness of my skin and the weight of my breasts. I could feel my heart begin to race. God; was it going to be like this every time she touched me? Was it like this for all people in love?

Helena used her hands to turn my body; face me away from her, then she pulled herself up close to me; pressing her slim body up against my back. I could feel her breasts press against my shoulder blades, and the soft down of her pubic hair brush my ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my body; enveloping me. I felt my knees begin to weaken. We'd had sex not two hours ago and I was already desperate for my sister once again. Could this be right, even for two young people madly in love with each other? And I realised I was. Madly in love with Helena. Since the moment we touched each other and discovered our mutual feelings I had not been able to keep her out of my thoughts for more than a few moments.

I felt the press of her gorgeous body against mine in the shower and closed my eyes to her touch. She roamed her hands up and down my body with all-access abandon and every square inch she touched made me tingle.

"Don't worry about anything, sis" she whispered; her lips close to my ear. "We won't be caught. Not until we want to. And there's so much for us to do with each other."

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

"Mhmmm, I would love to" she said, kissing my neck then rubbing her face against the spot she had just kissed, "but that would give you an incredible hickey, and we might had trouble explaining that to mom"

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

"There is SO much we are going to do together" Helena whispered, kissing the back of my neck near the large exposed vertebrae. "Every trick in every porn film. Every pose, every kind of fuck two women have ever shared. That's what we're going to do right."

"Yes!" I breathed. "Every trick and a little bit more!"

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

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

"Yes."

"Even if I were the teacher and you were the schoolgirl?"

"God, yes."

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

"Would you le me scratch you? Hard?" For emphasis, she dug her fingernails into my skin. I felt a breif stab of pleasure/pain that made me draw a quick breath.

"Yes."

"Would you do what I tell you to do, no matter what?"

"Yes I would sis" I breathed.

"Would you hurt me if I told you to?"

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

"Why-"

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

"Shh" she said. "Don't worry."

I felt her shift a little in the cramped space and moved forward as much as I could; only inches away from the wall. I looked back and saw that Helena had knelt down on one knee and was kissing my back; her hands still roaming as far as they could over my nakedness. There was another shift as Helena went down on two knees behind me. I felt her lips reach the little bone just above my ass cheeks and she licked and nibbled me there; the hands rubbing the cheeks of my ass. She lowered her mouth further yet and I felt the little stab of her tongue in the cleft between my ass cheeks. I leaned forward; bent as much as I could in the tight space. The tiled wall was cold against my face, shoulders and breasts. 

"I love your ass" I heard Helena murmur from behind and below me. I felt her fingers prise apart my rounded cheeks and her lips and tongue on the soft puckered skin of my anus. I closed my eyes at the wonderful sensation of my own little sister rimming my ass. Three days ago, the very thought of someone rimming me was unbelievable. I could not have conceived the idea of being kissed, licked, fingered or fucked in the ass. But Helena had done all of them, and it was only the beginning of our sexual oddessy.

Helena continued to rim my ass for a few minutes; her hands massaging and keeping spread my ass cheeks to give her the access to my puckered anus. There was that wonderful pause - that moment of electric suspense - before I felt one of my little sister's fingers begin to probe more insistently at my asshole. I was beginning to get very turned on by Helena's attention to my ass, and moaned as I felt her slide her finger one, then two knuckles inside of me. She stared to finger-fuck my asshole and I let myself relax as much as possible, concentrating of the wonderful feeling of invasion as she probed her finger up inside of me. 

"That is so dirty!" I heard her murmur, and moaned back a response. Within moments, I could feel all of Helena's finger squeezed up inside my tight hole, and I felt myself pushing back, inviting more. I wasn't to be disappointed. Helena pulled her finger out of my ass and I turned my head round to look over my shoulder. I saw Helena sucking on the same finger, then sucking on her middle finger; adding a slick sheen of saliva to her already-wet fingers. I turned back and closed my eyes. Then I felt the pressure of two fingertips against my asshole; probing, teasing then, finally, pushing up inside me. But that wasn't all. A moment later and I felt Helena's ring and little fingers playing as the edges of my pussy lips. I caught my breath as I felt those two fingers reach inside me and begin to join the in-out, up-down rhythm of the other two. 

I was on fire! My ass being double finger-fucked, and now my pussy too. I realised then that I had acknowledged another sexual milestone; the feeling of being penetrated and filled. I had known the feeling before with a couple of guys (one of whom had a gorgeous huge cock), but had never had the emotionally hijacking experience of being with someone I wanted as much as my little sister. I felt myself building toward a cascading orgasm as Helena continued to frig my pussy and asshole. Then she shifted again and I felt her hands against my ass cheeks once again; working a little more roughly on the soft flesh. She grabbed at my cheeks and dug her nails into the flesh. Once again, I had that extraordinary pleasure/pain sensation. And liked it. Helena must have sensed this, and she kneaded my ass before delivering one, two, three short slaps against the skin. I began to feel flushed, even in the heat of the shower. I knew I wasn't far from orgasm, and I was desperate for Helena to work on my pussy.

"Lick me, sis. Please!" I moaned.

But Helena ignored me. "Do remember what I said the last time after we showered?" she said. "Do remember what happened, and what I said?"

I remembered, with more than a little touch of embarrassment, that I had peed when Helena made me cum as she touched and caressed me in our last shower tryst. Afterwards, making love to each other in bed, Helena had told me that she wanted me to pee on her. I thought it was kind of weird back then (it seemed an age ago!), but I knew exactly what she wanted.

"Yes" I said, snapping back to the here and now. "I remember."

"Turn around" said Helena. It wasn't a suggestion. I held on to the shower basket for support and lifted my left leg over the crouching form of my little sister and turned around so that I was standing, legs apart, over her.

"Do you need to pee?" said Helena, looking up at me with innocent eyes.

"Yeah" I said, somewhat huskily. "Yeah, I need to pee."

I stood still for a moment and closed my eyes to concentrate. I felt the first pulse from inside me, then opened my eyes and watched as my stream of pee rained down on my sister's head. Helena had closed her eyes as the warm jet of my pee first hit her on the head, but then opened her eyes and raised her face so the almost-clear stream struck her cheeks, nose and chin. I bit my lip as I watched, wondering what I should be thinking as I peed on my little sister's face but then Helena opened her mouth and I watched as my stream of piss squirted inside it. Lena closed her lips, gulping down my pee, then opened them again. I felt myself pulse, watched one, then another short burst of pee rain down onto Helena's face. She knelt up higher to catch the last major squirt in her mouth. I watched her swallow this too then she raised herself from her prostrate kneeling position and brought her mouth up between my legs. She closed her lips over my pussy and sucked and licked at the last few drops of my pee clinging to the short hair of my pussy. She stayed on her knees in front of me; licked and sucking at my swollen slit until I came in her mouth; my fingers dug into her scalp and her hands clasping the sides of my ass. I felt my legs wobble as I orgasmed, and reached up for the shower basket again.

That was when the door to my room closed with a louder-than-usual bang, and Rachel's soft voice rang out;

"Cassiope? Are you, um there? Hello? Cassie? Aunt Phoebe says she needs your help for a minute. Cassie?"




Shooting with Helena Ch. 03



I struggled to find my voice, and stammered out "Um, hey. Hey Rachel. I'm um, I'm in the shower, okay? I'll be, uh, I'll be right down, alright. Just, just give me a few minutes, okay?"

Fortunately, the light in the room didn't show the silhouette of two people cramped together in the shower. Rachel's voice drifted closer.

"Cassie, are you okay?"

I stepped awkwardly over Helena, who scooted underneath me to crouch in the corner. I opened the door of the cubicle a fraction; enough o show Rachel my face and reveal some naked flesh.

"I'm fine!" I said, as brightly as I could, trying to keep a straight face as Helena slipped a finger into my sopping pussy.

Rachel looked dubious. "Whose clothes are those?" she said, pointing a finger toward the blue dress and sandals Helena had discarded before she came into the shower with me.

"Oh there just some things I was trying on" I said, attempting to keep balance as I felt my sister's teeth bite into my ass behind me.

"Oh. Okay. Are you, um, sure you're okay?" said Rachel, practising a nervous smile at me.

"I'm fine!" I repeated, willing with all the force of Jedi master for her to just turn around and go away.

Rachel turned around and walked to the door. "Okay" she said. "I'll wait for you just outside."

"Okay" I said, swatting at my sister's head as she continued to tease me. "That'd be great."

The door closed and I whirled on my sister crouching below and behind me. Or at least I attempted to whirl. Given larger surroundings, I would have whirled majestically, with all the appropriate grace and menace you'd expect of a Hollywood stuntman. But as it was, already somewhat cramped in the shower cubicle, I twisted slightly, fell against the now opened cubicle door and only managed to catch the side of the cubicle as I fell onto my ass on the carpeted floor of my room.

"Ow!" I said, cursing my bad luck and my sister's teasing. Before I could get up, Helena had sprung out from the cubicle as well, and very nearly jumped on top of my naked body as I lay on the floor wondering what kind of lower-back injury I had done to myself. Helena, her long ash-blonde hair darkened by the water, but falling in curly locks around her face, threw herself on top of me; squashing herself against me and pining my to the floor for a moment. She grinned furiously, then bent lower and kissed me hard. She tasted slightly salty, and looked very horny.

She broke off after an instant and rolled away from me, grabbing a towel. I got up off the floor and paced toward the door. I leaned against the lock, pressing my ear against it. Outside, I could hear the soft noises of someone pacing carefully outside.

I looked back toward Helena and mouthed out the words "She's still out there!"

Helena gave me a puzzled look. "Huh?" she said out loud. I made an exaggerated gesture for her to shut up, then got up as carefully as possible and crept over to where Helena was hurriedly getting dressed. 

"She's still out there!" I whispered, jabbing a finger at the door.

"So?" 

"So?!? So you can't leave dummy!" I said, feeling the fear return with a vengeance. I waved a and up and down in front of my sister. "I told her those were my clothes, Lena. She thinks I'm alone."

Helena shrugged, like it was a test and I had to somehow find the solution. I looked over her shoulder where the curtain was fluttering by my bedroom window. 

"Quick!" I said, shoving my sister backwards, "You'll have to go out the window and across to your room!"

"Are you nuts? No way I'm going out there."

"You have to! You-"

I turned as I heard the sound of my door knob being turned.

"Cassie?" drifted in Rachel's voice from outside, "Are you okay?"

"Rachel, sweetie, don't come in" I said, hearing my voice rise. "I'm naked!"

The door knob turned back. "I heard you talking" said Rachel, from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'm - uh - I'm on my cell. Just give me two minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

I turned back to Helena, who was struggling to remain calm.

"Go!" I whispered, swatting her backwards to the window. I knew there was a ledge running under the window. Small, but usable. There was also a large heavy trellis mom had set up there years ago that would serve as handholds. It wouldn't take much weight (so mom told the insurers, who had asked her about 'burglar access', whatever the hell that means), but Helena weighed less than 130 lbs, and would definitely make it. 

Helena protested, but only slightly. "What if my window isn't open?" she said.

"Your window's always open!" I hissed back, checking over my shoulder to make sure Rachel wasn't trying to get in again.

"What if someone's on the back lawn outside?" 

"No one's there!" I said.

"How do you know?"

"I just do!"

We had reached the window. Helena looked back at me and giggled.

"You know Cass, when you're frightened, you looked really pretty" she said

"Screw that, Lena! I'd rather not get caught!"

"I'd rather screw you..." Helena said, winking.

"Put a cork in it!" I hissed, shoving at her again. Helena grinned, started to climb out of the window, then leaned back and kissed me quickly on the lips.

"Love you" she said.

"Get out, you cow!" I shot back, watching her duck under the window frame and out onto the ledge. I waited to see her shuffle out of view, then drew the curtains once again. I tip-toed back to my wardrobe, and grabbed something I could put on quickly. I pulled out a mid-thigh white summer dress with built-in support so I wouldn't need a bra, then buckled on a wide brown belt and slipped into the sandals Helena had left behind. At the last, I grabbed the towel I'd abandoned and went back to the door. I opened it and Rachel was out on the landing looking nervous.

"Darn hair dryer's not working again" I said, sandwiching a lock of blonde hair within the folds of the towel.

Rachel threw back a look that was somewhere between nervousness, suspicion and downright worry before I gave my hair a final pat, threw the towel back into the room and shut the door.

"Come on" I said, taking Rachel's hand, trying to cover my flush of near-terror with an unnatural brightness. "I bet I've made us late for dinner." 



Shooting with Helena Ch. 04



[Previously: Cassie and Helena have returned home to find out that cousin Jack is blackmailing them. Worse to come, Cassie discovers a terrible secret? Can they keep their adventures alive?]

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Dinner was almost a formal affair. Aunt Maddy had taken over mom's kitchen, and had everything set just so. Mom had been reduced to a servant in her own house once again, but was treating the whole episode with good humour. Once or twice, when Aunt Maddy wasn't looking, she would pull a face, or snigger, then wink over at me. It seemed that the more Aunt Maddy tried to take control, the more mom became young again. I liked the change. Liked the way mom acted younger, smiled more. I could relate to her better; see her as the young woman I myself felt like, rather than the middle aged non-entity that she seemed to work at being. I liked it a lot. Even Rachel had warmed up somewhat, and was smiling more freely with me.

Helena didn't come down until dinner was almost prepared, nor did Jack make an appearance until dinner was almost on the table. She came down to the dining room gracefully, wearing a long crinkled skit, with a white vest top with wooden beads on the shoulder straps. She had pulled her hair up into a clip and had put on just a little bit of make up. I felt my heart jump a little when I saw her and felt slightly foolish about it. But she looked so beautiful! I could have ran up to her right there and then and hugged her, kissed her. I wanted to tell her out loud that I loved her. But I knew that I couldn't. She looked over at me and smiled. It was a little half smile, like the one she gave me as we lay in bed together the other night; a little smile that said 'I'm yours and you're mine, and I'm gonna fuck your brains out'. I smiled back, hoping my smile would convey the message 'yes please!'.

Jack, by contrast, stormed into the room as though he owed the place, and expected us to acknowledge it. He smiled over at Aunt Maddy, ignored his sisters, then sent a wicked grin both my way and Helena's. There was something there, but I couldn't work out what it was, and didn't find out until later, when things had gone downhill dramatically.

Jack sauntered over to me and grabbed me in a hug.

"Hey cuz." he said, all sincerity until his hand - out of view from both mom and Aunt Maddy - reached behind and squeezed my ass cheek (there was something frighteningly sincere about that gesture).

"Hi Jack." I said, gritting my teeth.

"Wow." he said, standing back a step and looking me up and down. 

"You just get sexier and sexier, huh? Still do that cheerleading thing, cuz?"

"Yes." I said primly, thinking how much I suddenly disliked the word 'cuz'. While he looked at me, I apprised him back. He was still short; an inch or so shorter than Helena or I. But since we'd last seen him he'd turned a lot of the fat he had into muscle and, while he still looked stocky, he was more compact, less flabby. He still had a ridiculously messed up crow's nest of brown hair, and hadn't yet been released from the teenage bondage of facial spots. The torn jeans and hoodie deemed entirely appropriate.

"Yeah I bet you're a real star turn. Must get lots of looks huh, from all kinds of people, right Hels?"

Jack looked over to my sister, grinning wolfishly.

Helena threw him a look that could have killed, then sent the briefest of glances my way; in that micro-second, I saw real fear and worry in her eyes. I wanted to ask what had happened, but knew better. 

We had dinner in the main dining room, at the big table. Something we had not done together in years. It was very stiff and formal, and no-one really noticed the food much; nice as it was. As dinner ended, Aunt Maddy directed me and Helena to clear up the plates while she and mom went to 'retire' to the sitting room. I wondered if Aunt Maddy was going to call a chambermaid from the world of the English Victorian novel she seemed to live in. But then I forgot that she had one already.

"Rachel? Rachel! Fetch me my travel bag. There's the photos I want to show to your Aunt Phoebe."

"Yes mom."

Rachel scuttled off to run her errand. Of Jack there was no sign. He left dinner when he had finished eating, got up, then threw a syrupy smile over toward Aunty Maddy to ask if he could be excused.

"Of course darling." Aunt Maddy had said, adding "Such a well-mannered boy." as he disappeared.

Helena and I staked up the plates and removed them to the kitchen. I rinsed, and Helena stacked the plates, pots, pans and cutlery into the dishwasher.

"Rachel's nice." I said, trying the break the uncomfortable silence.

"Uh huh."

"She's actually pretty sweet underneath all that-" I aped someone being bookish "-you know."

"Yeah."

There was silence again, and I was worried. Eventually, I walked over and rested my fingers against Helena's arm. "Lena, what's going on?" I said. Helena looked sharply toward the doorway, then back at me.

"Sis. We, uh, we need to talk."

"Okay, so let's talk."

"Not here. Let's finish this then I can, um. I can explain."

We finished out chores, saw that mom was suffering Aunt Maddy's photographs, and slipped away upstairs. Rachel had retreated into my bedroom, so we went to Helena's. As we went into her room, Helena, shushed me with a finger pressed to her lips, and took a 'Murder, she wrote' examination around her room, checking it was empty. She closed the door behind me, locked it from the inside, then went down and sat on her bed. Smiling, I joined her. But instead of sitting next to her, I sat across her lap, my knees spread either side of her hips. I couldn't help feeling horny around my sister, and wanted her to know that our last little episode was definitely 'unfinished'.

But Helena didn't hold me, or touch me. She just stared at me for a moment, then started to cry. At first, it was a little teardrop running down her perfect cheek, then it was sob after sob. She cried hard, holding her head in her hands. I got off her and knelt on the floor at her feet and rubbed her thigh.

"Hey hey hey," I said. "It's all right. It's okay." But I knew it wasn't. I just sat there with her for a few moments, letting her cry it out. Eventually, Helena dried her eyes with the back of her hands and looked up at me.

"You're going to hate me." she said. I admit I was pretty stunned, and immediately wanted to know what was so bad that it would have brought on such an episode.

"Why? What's- What's, happened, Lena?" I asked.

It still took a few minutes of Helena to calm down enough to tell me.

"I was right." she began. "I was right, even though I was being an ass about it all. I was right, but you were the one right to be worried."

"Worried about what, sis?"

"About being caught."

"Huh?"

"On the lawn, outside our bedrooms. Jack was out there. He saw me coming out of your room and into mine."

I felt my heart lurch a little, then settle. I gave my sister a big grin. 

"Hey it's okay!" I said, trying to cheer her up. "Don't worry about that dork. He saw you coming out of my bedroom window. So what? That doesn't say anything. And whatever he thinks he knows, he's an ass and it'll be his word against ours."

"No it won't be, Cassie," said Helena. "No it won't."

I screwed up my eyebrows. "I don't get it" I said. 

Helena took a deep breath then stood up and took my hand.

"This is the part where you'll hate me." she said. 

Without another word, she led me to her computer desk and fired up the machine. I went to ask her what she was doing, but she shushed me with a finger against my lips.

The computer screen sprang to life and Helena began clicking into various folders and files.

"You remember when mom said Jack had run straight up to my bedroom and locked himself in here?" She said.

"Yeah. He's such an asshole" I replied.

"And do you remember that mom said it took her ten or more minutes to get him out?" she continued, clicking into a new series of folders.

"Yeah" I said, letting the word hang. 

"Dork probably stole some of your panties or something." 

Helena clicked on a file, then blanked the screen. She turned to look at me and she was serious; all flippancy gone from her face. 

"He stole more than that." she said. "He used the time to hack into my computer."

"What?"

"Yes. And he found this. Cassie, I'm so sorry. He found this."

Helena fired up the screen again and pressed a keyboard button, then she turned away. I stared at her a moment, then turned back to the screen as I heard the sound of background music. I sat down on the chair in front of the work-desk and watched as Helena's file began to play.

The screen shaped into a picture of me and Helena; the picture of the two of us she kept on her bedside table in our cheerleading uniforms, our arms around each other's waists. A title appeared, superimposed over the picture.

'To the most beautiful girl in the world...'

Then the image zoomed in on one side. Until my face filled the screen. A new titled rolled up to replace the last one.

'My sister... ...my ultimate fantasy.'

The screen went black for a moment, and I turned round to look at my sister, but she was staring at the floor. The sound of a sigh brought me back to the computer screen. I looked round to see my sister, on screen, talking to me. Helena was wearing some slutty make-up, and had pulled her hair back against her scalp. She was wearing a very short miniskirt, and a little red vest-top without a bra. She bit her lower lip, then smiled at me, the viewer.

"Have you ever wanted something real bad?" said the image of my sister. "Have you ever lusted after something real bad? And has that thing been so bad that you can't tell anyone? Well I have, and I will. This is the tribute to someone who makes my pussy throb. It's not a frat-boy at college. It's not some guy I've met in a bar. It's a woman, yes that's right; another woman, and she is the kind of woman who gets me horny every time I sneak a look at her in the bathroom. A woman who is so beautiful I want to warp her up and do things-" 

The image of Helena closed her eyes and shook her head, grinning wildly.

"And you know the worst thing? You know the real bad bit?" The image of Helena leaned impossibly closer. 

"She's my big sister."

Cyber-Helena sat back and winked at me. 

"How hot is that?"

"You wanna see a picture of her?" said the image in front of me.

"Here. Take a look. She is soooo hot, right?" 

Helena held up the picture of us and started kissing the image of me; running her tongue up and down my facial image. She put the picture back down and looked up at the camera again. 

"Let's see some more pictures, huh?" she said. The screen faded once again and was replaced by a series, a montage, of images of me; scrolling left and right across the screen. Some of the pictures were of me much younger; wearing clothes I would or could not fit into even if I tried. There were images of me in my cheerleading uniforms, pictures of me at college, or out in town for an evening. A gentle sing-song tune played as a backdrop. I felt my mouth go dry as I watched. Despite what had happened between my sister and I, despite the growing love and lust I could not deny even if I wanted to, there was something very wrong about what I was watching. Like it was a prank, or dare; recorded deliberately to shock and surprise. Bizarrely, I felt like a voyeur of myself. I closed my eyes, reached out and switched off the computer. 

I sat for a moment, not saying anything.

"How much more is there?" I said. Helena muttered something from where she sat behind me. I turned around and stared at her.

"How much more?" I said. There was anger in my voice, and it was close to rising.

"Not much." My sister had never seemed so meek. "It was nearly finished. Just another scene where I say how much I want you. Um. It was all-"

"When did you record it?" I said, interrupting her. There was a pause as Helena closed her eyes to think.

"About a month ago."

"Is that when this- this- desire, this urge for me started?" I said, feeling like an attorney. Helena looked up at me then, fear and desperation in her eyes.

"Cassie, I've always loved you. Always. I just, I've never known- I never understood what- how..."

I got up and stood over my little sister. "How could you?" I hissed. I realised my hands were balled into fists. "How fucking could you?" I said, more loudly. 

"Jesus, Lena. Are you out of your fucking mind? I mean, how fucking stupid was it-"

Helena was sobbing again and suddenly my anger was gone, like a balloon deflating. All I felt was an overwhelming sense of love for the girl sitting down in front of me. 

I dropped to me knees and reached out for her. I pulled her into my embrace and felt warm tears rolling down my own cheek. Helena drew her arms around my neck and we held each other close; both crying, both sharing each other's pain and grief. I felt my heat beating wildly again; like it had when we were at the height of our lovemaking, but it was different. There was nothing overtly erotic about the embrace at that moment. Just a sharing of emotions and love I will never be able to describe properly in words. 

I took long ragged breaths against my sister's neck; taking in the smell of her hair, the bare scent of her skin at her neck. I brushed my lips against the skin below her ear.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. "I'm so sorry, Helena. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just angry. I just-"

"I love you so much!" Helena sobbed, her mouth close to my ear. I felt my heart thud as I heard those words; so urgent, so insistent.

We sat for a few moments more, just holding each other and sharing each other's touch. Eventually, we both stopped crying, then we lay back together on Helena's bed; still holding each other, but only lightly. 

"What do we do?" I said, after more long moments of silence. 

"What do we do about Jack?"

That was when Helena told me the rest of the story. Jack had caught my sister leaving my room via the outside window. He had been sitting, sulking on the lawn with one of his games consoles when he saw her. He had stopped her and asked her what she was doing. In any other circumstance, I'm sure, Helena would have used that clever brain and quick tongue of hers to have a ready answer for anything Jack would have thrown at her. But as he was challenging her, he was loading up the file he had stolen from her computer when he'd been in her room. It was the montage/tribute of me, and it was all the evidence Jack needed.

Helena had threatened him, cajoled him and even pleaded with him. But Jack knew a winning hand when he had one, and had told my sister that the only way our mom wouldn't find out about this, or anyone else for that matter, would be to do "a few favours" for him. 

"Such as what?" I said. We were sitting up together again, eyes dried and fingers intertwined as we held hands together on Helena's bed.

Helena made an ugly face. 

"He said he wanted to see us in action. He presumed that me leaving your room was evidence enough that you had reciprocated my feelings, and that we had been having sex together."

I thought of those minutes just prior to Helena stealing out of my window; of the two of us making love in the shower. Helena's fingers frigging my asshole, me peeing into her mouth and her licking my swollen and desperate pussy lips. None of those thoughts seemed strange or deviant to me. Not with my sister. But the thought of Jack knowing about them made my flesh crawl. 

"So he wants a show?"

"Yeah. Bastard will probably tell mom anyway."

We sat for a moment in silence.

"We've got to get that tape back, Lena" I said. My sister nodded.

"Yeah. Either that or-"

She stopped herself, mid-sentence and stared out to space for a moment.

"What is it?" I said, stroking her arm with my free hand. Helena said nothing, then turned to look at me.

"We get the file back, or we do the same to him. Get something on him that will shut him up forever."

"Helena," I said slowly, "what are you talking about?"

Helena jumped up and started pacing. "He's got the file on us, okay. There's not much we can do about that unless we steal his console, or his memory stick or whatever. And he's going to guard that or hide it for as long as he can. So what do we do? We do the same to him. We get him in some compromising situation, then record it and let him know that release it to Aunt Maddy if he pisses us off."

"Like the old nuclear stand-off?" I venture.

"Exactly! Only we'll have two advantages."

"We will?"

"Uh huh. First; the file he has of me is pretty amateur, right? It's only me mouthing off and a montage of your pictures. We could- we could say that it was a drama project or something, right?"

"...okay. What about the second advantage?"

"The second advantage?" Helena said, questioningly. She threw me a devilish grin and came back to where I sat and knelt on the floor between my feet. She took both my hands in hers and kissed them.

"The second advantage is that if it comes to it, I don't care if people find out about us. As long as I've got you, I don't care about anything else."

I smiled down at her and bent forward to kiss her. I sat back again.

"So how do we get him in this compromising situation?" I said, frowning.

"How?" Helena smiled that devilish grin again. 

"By giving him exactly what he wants!" she said.

****

I left Helena's room after we made two phone calls, a grand master plan and about a million back-up plans when the first one was bound to go wrong. During the two hours I had been in my sister's room, I had gone from bewildered, to shocked, to angry, to piteous, to devious then back to bewildered again. Bewildered at the startling intelligence my little sister had. Bewildered at the adoration she showed for me in her blog-style video. Bewildered at the way that I could get so mad at her but still desperately want to kiss her and stay with her ten minutes after I'd vowed to leave the room. 

I wondered idly if I was going, at some point, to explode with the desire, the animal need I had developed for my own sister. It was like an addiction and I didn't want to ever give it up. And my sister felt the same. In rare, vague moments, I caught myself thinking about the validity of our situation. How could I be a lesbian? How could I enjoy the unusual and depraved sex I'd shared with Helena? What had turned me incestuous? Would I forever be a sexual deviant? 

But I knew all these questions were redundant. Were wrong. Sure, there was something very special that Helena and I had discovered about each other. There was some deep and frightening new bond between us. A bond that railed against all the usual accepted notions of sexuality and family. But in the end, it was simple. We had fallen desperately in love with each other.

And cousin fucking Jack wasn't going to ruin it for us.

****

"Well look at the lost lamb!" said Aunt Maddy, as I wandered downstairs into the lounge. My totalitarian aunt was sitting with my mom on the sofa, drinking red wine. Three bottles sat on the nearby coffee table, and two of them looked uncorked and used. Mom was smiling; a rosy glow on her cheeks. Mom didn't drink often, and was careful to do so when she did. Aunt Maddy, however, drank like a fish and had a particular taste for red wine. Net result; Aunt Maddy was close to getting wasted, while mom, pleasantly merry, was enjoying the show. I winked at mom and she winked back; looking like a younger woman again with all the beauty and spice that made her such a popular college girl when she was my age.

"And where have you been, little lamb?" said Aunt Maddy. I sat on the same sofa as my aunt and curled my legs up behind me. My short summer dress rode up with them.




Shooting with Helena Ch. 04



"Oh just upstairs with Lena." I said causally. "She's not feeling very well and asked me to send down her apologies, but she'd stay right there and go to bed."

"Is she okay?" Mom's voice held a note of genuine concern, and for that I felt a twinge of guilt about the lie.

"Oh she's fine mom. Just feeling a little queasy and wanted to get her beauty sleep."

Aunt Maddy snorted. "Hmph. Looks like you get too much beauty sleep" she said curtly. I threw her a puzzled look.

"How do you mean?"

Aunt Maddy waved a finger at my dress. "Seems like your clothes don't cover enough for the sake of modesty."

I frowned, looked at my exposed legs then back to Aunt Maddy. She was frowning deeply. I tugged at the hem of my dress, attempting to pull it down and cover some more of my thighs.

There was a laugh, and I reocognized it as mom's. 

"Oh Maddy!" she said, almost on the point of tears. "Listen to you; like you never wore a short skirt in your time. Oh the clothes you would hide from mom and dad when you went out!"

"That was a long time ago." snapped my aunt, "and a different circumstance. I was never that provocative."

"Provocative?" said mom, and although she still worse her smile, there was a challenge to her voice now. "What do you mean, provocative?"

"Well she's a very......nubile young woman, and she ought to know the effect such clothes can have."

"On whom?"

"On young men." said Aunt Maddy. "My Jack is a growing man too, don't forget."

And the lightness to mom's voice returned. 

"Oh don't be so silly" she said. "Jack and Cassie are cousins. This isn't the Appelachian badlands, Madeleine" said mom, referring to the rumours of some very close family units up there. 

"Growing or not, I'm sure young Jack has the manners as sensibility to look at his cousin without staring at her thighs."

As if on cue, Jack blundered into the room. Hearing his name, his eyebrows crossed into an aggressive frown.

"I said what?" he said, knowing that he'd heard his name but nothing more.

"Nothing sweetie." said mom, gesturing Jack over. He sat down on the sofa with my mom, opposite me. His gaze lingered on my bare thighs for a moment or two.

"We were just saying that you've enjoyed seeing your cousins, but family's just family, right?"

"Oh sure!" Jack said, laying a hand on mom's knee. 

"We can be close, right cuz? But still just family."

I saw him squeeze mom's knee and felt a wave of revulsion wash over me. Mom gently removed his hand and smiled across at him.

"Well," I said, breaking the newly awkward silence, "I'm bushed too. Has Rachel already gone to bed?"

"She has... retired" said aunt Maddy, having a florid hand. I got up, smoothing down my dress so that Jack wouldn't get a glimpse between my legs.

"Sweetie, before you go, take out these bottles for me" said mom.

"Sure mom." I said.

"Here, I'll help you." said Jack, springing up. Before I could protest, he had picked up one bottle and had handed me the other. I smiled, a little nervously, then said.

"Well, goodnight mom. Night Aunt Maddy." Mom winked and Aunt Maddy threw a brief, fake smile in my direction. 

I wandered into the kitchen and put the bottle down next to the sink.

"Now listen Jack, I-"

I felt his weight crush into me from behind and it stole my breath for a moment.

"Don't bother cuz." he said, breathing into my ear. His breath smelled of mints and bourbon, and I could guess where he'd been all evening. He pressed me against the kitchen top surface and I felt the hard wooden edge press into my stomach.

"Jack, I-"

"Shut up, freak!" he hissed. I felt his hand shift behind me to grab my ass cheek again. This time, he dug his fingers into my flesh and I could feel the strength, the violence there.

"I know what you do with your sister, freak" He said, squeezing my ass with his hand. "Fucking dirty, lesbo freak."

"Get the fuck off of me" I hissed back, trying to wriggle away. Jack removed his hand but, before I could move a pace, I felt the hard stub of the wine bottle press up between my legs.

"Maybe you need some hard cock instead, huh?" he said. I felt him push the bottle between my legs, and it hurt. I shifted at last, even though it hurt more, and pushed him away.

"Yeah, like you could fucking help." I said, derisively. "Dickless."

Jack snorted, and patted the front of his trousers, where a long sausage shape was straining at the fabric of his jeans.

"I got plenty in here for you." he said, smirking.

"In your dreams" I replied.

"Well, we'll see about that, cuz." he said. He fished out a data stick from his pocket and waved it at me.

"'I love my sister so much'" she said, mimicking a girl's voice to taunt me.

I gave him a dry smile. "Asshole."

"You may not like me." he said, pocketing the data stick once more, "But unless you want dear Aunt Phoebe to find out all about you and your fucking dirty little sister's secrets, you'd better do what I say."

I wanted to shout back at him; challenge him or do something, but that would mean compromising the plans Helena and I had made. So instead, I challenged him another way.

"Really? And what does that include; sticking a bottle between your cousin's legs?"

"If I say it does, bitch." he said, his features a mix of lust and loathing. The perfect combination of the power-mad, I thought.

"Right here and now?" I said, adopting a classic drop-knee cheerleader pose, "With our moms waiting outside?"

I waited half a second for an answer but Jack just carried on patting his crotch. I snorted, then brushed past him.

"You're the freak." I said. As I went past him, Jack leaned close to me.

"You'll get yours, lesbo freak." he hissed.

I turned and blew him a kiss as I left.

"Were you and Jack having a nice chat, sweetie?" said mom as I walked through the main lounge.

"Uh huh. Just catching up, that's all. G'night."

"Night honey."

"Good night, Cassiope." said Aunt Maddy.

I went upstairs, opened the door and only then realised why the lights had been switched off when I flicked them on. Rachel stirred in my double bed and I quickly threw the lights once more. I listened to see if my entrance had rudely awakened her, but she carried on breathing lightly. I closed the door behind me and, moving through the darkness by memory alone, went round to 'my' side of the bed, stripped off, and slipped under the covers. 

Normally I would have washed and got myself ready but I was tired, and had had a very exhausting day. I eased under the covers and closed my eyes, thinking how wonderfully exhausting it had been. Even Jack's little bullying tactic managed to fade into the background as I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of my beautiful little sister swimming in my head. 

Behind the closed fastness of my eyes, as I drifted off to some Peter Pan slumber land, I drank in the image of my sister Helena. And not just the image. I dreamt and pored over every little thing about her. How her nose was ever so slightly wonky to the left side when she laughed, how she had a habit of flicking away two fingers on her left hand when there was something irritating her train of thought. How her eyes lit up when she got excited. How her hair - so similar to my own - would bounce and wave in the air as she walked. 

And then, because I now could - I thought of all those little details a lover carries with them of their beloved. I thought about how she bit her lip at the moment of orgasm; how the water running down her skin looked so different from the sheen of sweat I'd given her when we last slept together. How her fingers felt when she slipped them inside of me. How soft her tongue is, and that slightly sweet taste when I kissed her and she opened herself to me. How the curve of her hip would rise just a little as she lay sleeping. 

These thoughts rolled around in my head until I had gone beyond remembering them, but could actually feel myself touching her, smelling her closeness, reaching out with my fingers and lips and-

There was a brief moment of disconnect before I realised that I was awake. And I wasn't alone.

"Cassiope." said Rachel, in the most incredibly level voice I have ever heard anyone ever use, "Why are you holding me?"

I snapped into full consciousness, with the bone-shaking reality of someone suddenly caught with their panties down. I realised that I was lying in bed, cuddling up close against the pyjama'd back of my cousin Rachel, with my groin pressed against her ass and my arm around her chest, hand draped an inch or so from her breast. I did not move. Not one muscle.

"I, um. I usually hug my teddy bear at night." I said, after a long, painful pause. Another one immediately followed that.

"Do you call it Helena and moan to it?"

"Um, well. Ah, it's kind of, um, kind of embarrassing." I said, again resisting the urge to kick screaming from my own bed and allow the ground to swallow me up forever. Rachel had not moved either.

"Uh huh."

"Yeah. Um, you see, I had a big fight once with Lena. When we were very young." I said, by way of setting the scene for this new and inventive lie.

"See, the thing is," I continued, "right after that, I got this teddy bear at a funfair, and I said I'd call it Helena, so mom thought we'd made up. But really, you see, really - and this was the clever bit - really I'd called it Helena so that I could beat up on it when my sister annoyed me. So that's why I, um. Why I was, you know."

"You were dreaming about beating up your sister?"

"No! God No! I, um. Jeez." I felt like a victim of a courtroom drama. "Well, when I got a bit older, and, you know, discovered boys at school, mom used to make me go out with Helena so that we'd be together so there wouldn't be any, you know..."

"Uh huh."

"Well, I kind of used to like kiss boys and Helena would be there and I would moan at her to go away."

There was a very long pause. It seemed as though everything had stopped. I could not hear the clock ticking from my bedside cabinet, nor any noise outside the room for agonizingly long seconds. The only I could hear was the shallow breathing of my cousin. I held my breath and tried not to touch her breast with my hand. I heard Rachel lick her lips.

"Cassiope?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I stop being your teddy bear?"

I moved instantly, rolling away with an urgency and relief I could not even begin to express. "Yep. Sure. No problem."

I lay on the very edge of 'my' side of the bed and listened to the desperate thumping beat of my heart. "Good night, Rachel."

"'night Cassie."

I suspect it took a long time for either of us to go back to sleep.

****

In the morning, I had woken up early with the first rays of the sun streaming through the cgaps in the curtain, despite the fact that I'd had little or no sleep. Rachel was still fast asleep and I didn't want to wake her up. Again. 

Nevertheless, I needed a shower, so went to my cubicle and turned on the warm spray. I found my mind drifting to the intense lovemaking I had shared there with Helena, bu then banished it from my head. Today I had to focus on some college work and the problem of Jack. Helena said she had a solution to the problem of Jack, but I did not yet understand it. How could she give him what he wants and still get one over on him?

I got dressed as quickly and quietly as I could, slipping on some jeans and a white vest-top. I pulled on some socks and my soft brown boots then grabbed my cell phone and bag from the bedside cabinet. I then tip-toed past the still-sleeping form of Rachel and headed for the door. I opened the door and had taken one step out of it when Rachel said

"Morning, Cassie."

"Morning!" I whispered back, as brightly as I could manage.

I winced as I shut the door behind me, wondering what on earth my cousin must be thinking of me.

I jogged down the stairs and into the main lounge where I saw mom sitting on the sofa, talking to someone just out of view. Mom did not look pleased, and was dividing her stare from floor to the other person. She looked angry and upset in equal measure. I was just about to announce myself when I saw mom lean across out of view. 

There was a forced-whisper exchange, I I heard mom use a swear word for the first time in as long as I could remember. I crept down the last few steps, wondering who or what on earth was going on. Just as I reached the bottom, mom sat back, with a flushed look on her face. She turned in my direction, but was looking at the floor, so I slipped behind the doorframe and held my breath. I could still only hear snatches of conversation, but it was clear that mom was upset, and the person out of view was her tormentor.

"Goddamit!" I heard mom say. "Don't be such an idiot. Anyone could-"

She was silenced by some utterance I could not make out. There was another long pause before I heard mom say; 

"All right. God fucking damn it. All right. But I.... anymore. You have got to.... Give me... recording, all right?"

There was a moment of pause, then I heard some movement. 

"This what you want?" I heard a voice say. It wasn't mom's. I recognised it, dimly; as though I'd maybe heard it once, or from someone I knew. There was another pause, with some words I couldn't make out. Mom was talking.

"...could be fucking watching! Not here, dammit!"

I felt my heart race, fearing that mom or whoever else was in there was about to walk right out and challenge me. But it didn't happen. What happened was that I heard a terrible sound. Something I would not associate with my mom. It was the sound of a zipper being pulled. There was a moment of more silence, followed by some rustled movement and a man's whispered voice giggling softly.

Slowly, as slowly as I'd seen in any cop show or FBI drama, I eased my head around the curve of the door frame and saw three things in succession; each worse than the thing before it.

I saw my mom, kneeling on the floor in front of a man; head bent low between his legs.

I saw mom's head bob up and down; her mouth enclosed over the man's cock fat, engorged cock.

I saw that the man mom was kneeling between the legs of, the man whose cock she had taken into her mouth, was Jack. My detestable cousin.

I leaned back out of view and held the very real urge to be sick. My life was turning into a nightmare. I stood for a few moments, hearing the soft rustle of movement form the room beyond me. Inters[ersed with that was the occasional wet noise of sex, and Jack's murmuring voice, telling mom that it felt good and that she was real good at sucking cock. There was malice and site in his voice, and I hated him enough to go in there and kill him. I felt my hands balling into fists and wondered if I'd have the speed, and strength, to rush him and do it. Just do it. Kill him once and for all.

I listened as the anger flowed out of me and was replaced by misery. My mom; the most wonderful and caring parent you could ever wish to hope for, was on her knees sucking the cock of the cousin who wanted to blackmail the beautiful relationship I had just begun to realise with my little sister.

"Oooh yeah, baby." I heard him say. "Not long now. Not long now. Just keep it- just keep- Oooh yeah! Fuck yeah! Unnnngh....."

There was a pause, and a choking sound. Then Jack was laughing. 

"No no." he said, "You just stay right there, aunt Phoebe. You stay right there and just swallow it all. That's it. That's it. Whooo! That was good!"

Instantly angry again, I crept away from the door; determined not to be seen or heard by either mom or Jack. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew I had to do something. I made my way upstairs and towards Helena's room. We had to do something together. And whatever it was, it had to do two things. It had to find out what on God's earth mom was doing blowing off our hateful cousin; why it was that she had been on her knees between his legs, taking his fat cock into her mouth and swallowing his cum. It had to find that out. 

If Helena and I were going to achieve any sense of normality through the illicit love we had discovered for each other, it was in our relationship with mom, and the stability of our home life she provided. 

The other thing it had to do, of course, was destroy Jack.



Shooting with Helena Ch. 05



[Previously: Sisters Cassie and Helena have fallen in love. With each other. They have started down a road that began with their friend, Sasha, shooting pictures of them. But cousin Jack has arrived and is threatening to ruin them with blackmail. Helena and Cassie are determined that's not going to happen] 

There was the distant rustle of movement, then the door opened and Helena's face stared out through a crack in the doorway. It was dark behind her; the curtains shuttered against the morning. She peered out, blinking with the eternally confused expression of someone not long roused from their sleep. And then she smiled. It was a such a simple, beautiful smile, it made me want the cry. It was not the smile of a girl who had just been annoyingly dragged from sleep by her big sister. It was the sleepy smile of someone who had just been rescued from solitude by her lover. 

"Hey Cassie." she said; her words a little fuzzy, ash-blonde hair tousled and unkempt. "Is it morning?"

I nodded, looking over my shoulder to check if Jack or mom was walking up the hall behind me. Neither were.

"Yeah." I said, eventually looking back to my sister. Helena could see there was something wrong in my expression, but hadn't woken up enough to work out what it was. "Yeah" I repeated. "Lena, I need to come in, is that okay?"

Helena's face softened into a smile once again. 

"Sure" she said, opening the door a little. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. All at once, it was dark in the room, and my eyes had to adjust. Helena, welcoming the dimness once more, sighed and threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. The dressing gown she'd thrown on split open, and I felt the soft warmth from her body crush against me. She buried her head into my shoulder as she held me and, for a few moments, I hugged her back; feeling her slim body against mine. I closed my eyes, feeling her hair against my cheek and drawing in the bed-made scent of her, trying to gather my thoughts. Helena let her arms drift either side of my neck, tugging the straps of my vest top over my shoulders and down the sides of my arms.

"Come to bed?" she said, all sleepy and erotic. I took a deep breath. It was a simple, but very tempting offer. I stepped back, pulling myself away from her. Helena frowned, looked across at me.

"We have to talk" I said, turning so that I wouldn't have to meet her questioning, challenging gaze. "Helena, something's-  something's happened. Something worse than Jack having your file."

I walked over to her curtains and pulled them open. Daylight, not yet powerful, but sharp against the dimness, streamed through. Helena blinked in her confusion and irritation, pulling the dressing gown around her body once more, tying the belt with a loose knot. I stood my the window, eyes closed and still trying to find the right words to make sense of what I'd just seen. Rather than come to me, Helena sat down on her bed and, out of habit, checked her cell phone. When she next spoke, there was an edge of seriousness to her voice; as though the sharp, intelligent little sister had replaced the sleepy lover.

"So what's happened, Cass?" she said. "Aunt Maddy's seen it too? The file?" "No." "Rachel came on to you last night?"

I smiled at this close-to-truth question and promised to tell my sister about it later. "No."

"So what is it, Cass? Has mom been-"

"Mom's been having sex with Jack."

There was a moment of pause. I still hadn't turned round from my position at the window. Then there was the soft sound of Helena giggling. I turned, feeling that anger rise again. Helena could see that I was angry and held up a hand to stop me saying anything more.

"Whoo. That must have been a real trippy dream sis." she said, giggling. I felt my fingers ball into fists.

"Fuck you." I spat. Helena looked at me; at first shocked, then irritated. I took another step. "Fuck you!" I said again. I wanted her to know how angry I was. I wasn't kidding. This wasn't a dream. It was real and it was horrible and I needed her help and her intelligence, not her derision. I felt my nails dig into the palms of my hands. My fists were shaking without me telling them too. I felt a pulse thump hard inside my forehead.

"Don't do this, Lena." I said, knitting my eyes tightly together. "Don't treat me like I'm a fucking idiot or something." I opened my eyes and stared at her. "I fucking saw it, Lena!" I hissed. "I fucking saw them together. Downstairs, in the lounge. She was kneeling on the floor, between his legs. Kneeling, taking his, taking his cock in her, in her, ugh-"

I collapsed to my knees on the floor, feeling halfway between being sick and crying. Almost at once, Helena rushed over toward me and took me in her arms. At first I tried to shrug her off, still angry with her. But then, when she wouldn't let me go, I clung to her. I took deep, ragged breaths, trying to clear the nausea from the back of my throat. I made a sound somewhere between a sob and a shout, trying to clear my head and my feelings. I did not want to sit there on the floor an be pathetic. 

I did shrug Helena off me, but gently, so that she knew I wanted to get up. I wiped my palms across my face and took a very deep breath.

"He's ruining us, Helena." I said, staring deep into my sister's eyes. "He's ruining all of us and he's only just arrived here. We have to stop him, sis. We have to."

Helena turned away from me, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and chewing on her lip. She sat down again on the bed and crossed her left leg over her right knee.

"What did you see?" she was at once serious, questioning. I stayed standing, pacing the floor in front of her.

"I woke up early. Had a quick shower and slipped out of the room while Rachel was still asleep. Then I walked downstairs and was about to go into the lounge when I saw mom. She was sitting on the sofa, and was talking to someone out of view, behind the door frame."

"How did you know this?"

"Because she was talking, then stopped, mid-sentence, like someone had interrupted her - then carried on, making hand gestures, you know?" Helena nodded. "And then I heard someone else. It was too muffle to make out any words, but it was definitely a guy's voice. Mom seemed to be arguing with him. She was shaking her head and swearing and-"

"She was swearing?"

"Yup. And she kept saying he was being foolish or something, and that he had to give her the recording."

Helena sat forward, dropping her hands to her knees.

"You sure she said that? She wanted him to give her the recording?"

"Yeah. Pretty sure. Lena, Jack must have told her about the recording he took from your computer. He must have threatened her somehow with it."

Helena sat back a little, lost in thought. I had no idea on what plane her mind was working, but I knew it would be higher than mine, and was glad of it too.

"I'm not sure" she said, trailing off. She snapped back to the here-and-now. "Okay, so what happened next?"

"I stayed out of sight, just behind the door frame. I listened to find out what was going to happen next.

"And?" 

"And I heard some movement. Then a zipper being pulled. I waited a few moments more, then I heard some... ...wet noises. That's when I looked round the door frame."

"And saw...?"

"And saw mom. Our mom, Helena, kneeling on the floor like a- like a- like a slut or something, kneeling on the floor between his legs. She had him in her mouth. She was, she was doing him with her mouth."

I paused again, this time to take another breath as I felt the nausea rise again. "And then I slid back against the wall and listened for a few moments more. I heard him talking to her, calling her 'baby' and stuff. And then he- he- he ...  ...finished inside her mouth. He came in her mouth Lena,. And made her swallow it. That's when I ran back up here."

Helena sat forward again. "This happened just a few minutes ago?" I nodded.

Helena sat for a few long moments, lost in thought. I went back to the window and opened it a little more, letting the early morning air breeze in. Eventually, Helena cleared her throat.

"This doesn't change anything." she said, flatly.

"What? How can you say that. If mom is having sex with Jack, she might already know everything. Everything about us, Helena! We have to go. We have to run away from here!" There was a desperation in my voice I didn't like. But it suddenly seemed like the only course of action. Helena and I should run away together; pretend we're just regular girlfriends, and go live somewhere else. Disappear from the face of earth. At least this corner of it. That seemed like the only thing we could do.

Helena was shaking her head. "No" she said. "This doesn't change anything. We don't know why mom did what she did. Maybe Jack's blackmailing her too. Maybe she's just as stuck as we are. Either way, we can't find that out until we have taken Jack out of the picture. Jack's the key. We get rid of Jack, then we can sort out whatever problem there is with mom."

"Oh sure. Great. We just get rid of Jack. How do we do that, doofus?" I said, hating myself for still being angry and taking it out on my sister.

But Helena didn't snap back. She smiled, reached over for her cell phone and flipped it open. She thumbed a few keys and held it out to me. I took the phone from her and held it to my ear. There was a hiss of static then I heard a tinny version of Sasha start to speak.

"Hey Hels" said the short photographer who was the only person in the world to know our secret, "I made that phone call. Seems we can pull that favour you asked. He's good to go, and happy to help. If you can be round at the studio this afternoon, I can set it up then. As long as you and your sister are up for it. I want some still and rolling camera activity today. Give me a call."

The message ended with a click, and I handed the phone back to her. "What favour? Who's good to go? What cameras? I don't understand!"

Helen stood up and kissed the tip of my nose. "I've been a very naughty girl" she said, with a coy tone. I looked at her quizzically. She whirled around, pure catwalk sexy, then fixed me with a mix's gaze. "I spent half the night thinking about it. Thinking how we can get back at Jack. I made a phone call to Sasha and, hey presto! We. Have. A. Plan."

"Huh?" as soon as I said it, it sounded grade-A dumb. A proper blonde bimbo. Instead of answering my question, Helena pointed her finger at me. "Can you skip class today?" "Sure." "Okay. This is what we're going to do. We're going to sit down and have a chat with Jack-" "No way. No way!" my hands played a chopping motion, killing all future conversation on the subject. But Helena hadn't finished. "-we talk to Jack. And we're gonna be real scared of him. We're gonna be full of 'oh please Jack, oh PLEASE don't ruin us. We'll do anything, PLEASE...'" "What?" "And then we'll give him what he wants. We're gonna take him to see Sasha. And we're gonna get dressed up real sexy. And we're gonna fuck each other like bunnies, and let Jack watch the whole thing." "WHAT?" "-And then" said Helena, holding up a hand to hold my attention "While he's watching us, laughing his ass off, drinking a VERY special can of beer, we are going to make sure he never threatens us again."

I stood for a moment, trying to piece together Helena's train of thought.  "Did you say 'Special' can of beer?" I asked. "VERY special." Helena said, with a wink.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to present an argument or some other kind of plan. But I didn't have one. Not an argument nor a back-up. I felt the very comforting feeling of giving myself over to Helena once again. Not sexually this time, but certainly in terms of her intelligence and plans. I stood for a moment, speechless, then shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay" I said.

There was the sound of doors opening and closing outside Helena's room. 

"We'd better go" I said. Helena nodded. "I'm gonna take a shower." she said. "Wanna join me?" There was a wink to accompany the last offer. I smiled but shook my head. "No thanks" I said. I'd better go downstairs and pretend everything's okay. I'll tell Jack that we want to talk to him."

Helena stepped up to me and, undoing the knot of her dressing gown, let it fall loose as she reached out and held me. "We'll get through this sis" she said, pressing her naked body up against me. I felt her arms around my back as she teased the exposed skin between my vest top and my jeans with her fingers. "Yeah, I know" I said, not believing a word of what I said, but somehow believing in my beautiful little sister. "Love you" "Love you too."

We kissed. Then I left.



*****



"Morning sweetheart!" Mom gave me a bright smile and, if I hadn't known any better, I would have accepted it as just that. But it was a little forced, a little too cheerful. She came over and kissed my cheek and I tried not to shy away; knowing as I did where that mouth had been not an hour earlier. Jack was sitting, skulking more like it, at the far end of the room, engrossed in his games console. He acknowledged my entrance with a scowl, gave the a quick once-over, then returned to his game. I didn't say hello.

"Hi mom." "How'd you sleep, honey? Rachel said you were a bit restless."

I felt a flush of colour rise to my cheeks and tried to batten in down. 

"Oh" I said, waving my hand airily. "you know what it's like when you're in a new bed, or sleeping differently. It's been a long time since I had to share a bed." I realised that for the shocking lie it was, but only after I'd said it. "Is Rachel up then, mom?"

"Yes honey. She said you got up some time earlier. Where have you been?"

"Oh I went to see Lena. I had some college work to catch up on and knew she could help."

Mom frowned. "You woke your sister up that early to talk about college work?" I could see the doubt there, right in between her crossed eyebrows. What was Cassie doing waking her sister so early? More bizarrely, why was she so interested in her college work? But then Mom's brow softened and she smiled again.

"You didn't come downstairs, sweetie?" she asked. There was a definite edge to her voice. I looked away, feigning boredom.  "Nah. I thought about getting some breakfast but wanted to get this stuff finished."

"Hey. You should've come down." shouted Jack, from across the room. "Me and aunt Phoebe were down here already chilling out. Your mom was already getting a little breakfast herself."

I saw mom shoot Jack a brief but murderous glance, then turn back to me.

"There goes my diet!" she said to me, by way of explanation. Jack snorted, then returned to his game.

"I'll just get some OJ" I said, walking past mom into the kitchen. When I walked in, I saw Rachel look up at me from her station by the sink. She was dressed more liberally today, wearing jeans and sneakers with a long sleeve top that wasn't completely baggy. Her hair was down too; dark brown locks hanging low over her shoulders making her look much younger (and prettier). I was immediately thrown back to the events of last night; of finding myself being woken with my arms wrapped round her; almost squeezing her slightly-bigger breasts, rubbing my pussy against her pyjama ass cheeks. Fortunately, I was already flushed, so this little reality check wasn't that noticeable. Rachel had been daydreaming or something, and looked startled. When she saw it was me she immediately began to flush.

"Morning" I said, in a small voice.

"Morning Cassiope" she replied, in an even smaller one. I decided to be casual and bullish about what had happened in the night. It had been incredibly embarrassing for me, but it must had been terrifying for her; suddenly being groped by your naked female cousin. 

"Hey" I said, trying to sound as off-hand as I could. "About last night. Listen, I'm real sorry Rache. I-"

"Do you, ah, do you have a boyfriend?" said Rachel, cutting me off. I stopped, mouth open, trying to work out what she was talking about. "I, er. I, why do you ask?" Rachel looked down at her toes, then peeked up at me with a sly expression. "You've done it, haven't you?" she said. "You've done... ....IT, right?" I searched for some words, but none of the ones I found seemed to want to come out of my mouth. "Ah yeah. I have" I said at last.

Rachel punched the air lightly. "I knew it!" she said. "I knew you had!" 

She stepped up to me; as conspiratorial as anything I'd ever seen on the old spy movies. "I knew from the way you cuddled up to me last night." she said, he voice a whisper. "I knew you must have done it. What was he like? Did he stay in your room? Was he very big? Did it hurt?"

"I, um. I, ah, those are quite personal questions Rache" I said, backing away a little. Immediately, Rachel deflated, as though I'd slapped her in the face or told her off.

"Sorry" she mumbled, reddening again as she shifted away from me back to the sink. "Sorry. I didn't mean to- I didn't- sorry."

I stepped over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Look," I said, giving her shoulder a friendly squeeze. "It's okay. I mean, yeah it's a little personal, but it's all right. So you've- you've not done ... ...it before?" I asked, enjoying this minor conspiracy. Rachel shook her head, smiling nervously. "No. But there's this guy at school, he-"

Rachel stopped suddenly, and her smile dropped. She looked over my shoulder, toward the doorway, then back at me. "Don't trust Jack." she whispered. Then there was an awful, pregnant pause.

"Hey there. Getting friendly with everyone?"

I turned my head and saw Jack lolling against the door frame. He pointed to my hand, resting on Rachel's shoulder. "You want to watch out," he said, grin increasing. "Rachel's got a guy at school with the hots for her. You might have some competition." 

Rachel made a face at him. "Go die, weasel."

I was surprised to hear the venom in Rachel's voice. She looked away from him, gave me a lop-sided smile.  "Thanks." she said. "It's nice to talk to another girl. Nice to talk to someone with intelligence." She directed that last sentence at her brother.  "I'll see you later." she said to me. "I've got to go out with mom." "Okay. Have a good day" I said, watching her leave. Jack watched her leave too. He checked there was no one around and turned back to me. "Didn't try and fuck my little sister too did you, lesbo freak?" he said.  I ignored him and opened the refrigerator to pour myself some OJ. "Go jack off." I said, waving a hand behind me. "Hey, maybe I will" he said. "I've got this great blog diary. Some hot babe telling me how she wants to fuck her sister. It's a real find."

I willed myself not to throw the glass I was holding at him. Instead I said;

"What do you want?"

I could hear the victory in his sigh; could imagine the smug grin on his face.  "Well now." he said, with the air of a victorious battlefield general trying to work out how much he has to gain. "Let's just start with a realisation that such a little recording might really fuck up someone's life, Huh? A couple of people's lives, for that. Must be worth quite a bit then, huh?"

"What do you want?" I repeated tiredly. I still hadn't turned around.

"Oooh, I think we can negotiate that." he said, stepping up behind me. I felt his hand press up against my ass cheek. "Not such a bad ass now, huh?" he said, squeezing with his fingers. I whirled on him.  "I will not have sex with you!" I hissed, venomously. "I will never - never, ever - have sex with you!"

Jack held up his hands, placatingly. He frowned, as if admitting defeat on a tricky point of business negotiation. He was about to say more when I took the initiative.

"Come with me to Helena's room." I said. "We need to talk."

He brightened, sickly grin widening. "That's more like it!" he said. 





Shooting with Helena Ch. 05



We made our way upstairs to Helena's room. Somehow I managed to smile at mom as we passed. She didn't ask where we were going. Didn't do anything other that return my bland smile with one of her own. 

We got onto the landing and I stopped at Helena's door. Before knocking, I turned to Jack as he slouched against the wall.  "If you hurt my sister," I said, trying to sound menacing, "You'll regret it, recording or no recording." Jack smiled a lazy grin, shrugging his shoulders. "Hey" he said, in that whiny sing-song tone, "nobody wants to hurt nobody. I just happen to have a winning hand, and I want to see what I can get for it. You'd do the same right?"

I glowered back at him and turned to knock on Helena's door. "Helena?" I ventured, softly at first. "Lena? Hey sis. It's me. Are you okay? I've got... ...Jack with me. We'd better all talk, right?"

I stood back and waited. There was no sound or movement for a few agonising seconds, then the door knob began to slowly turn. The door edged open a crack, and Helena's face, eyes smudged with mascara that hadn't been there when I left her, filled the space. She looked like she was at the edge of human despondency. She gave me an actresses' tired smile, then scowled and opened the door as she turned away.

"You'd better come in." she said, trailing away. I gestured Jack in before me, then stepped in and shut the door behind me. Helena had half-closed the curtains again, and the room had a gloomy feel. Perfect for her intended character. Jack trailed in after me like a puppy waiting to get his bone. He stopped a few metres into the room and stood, looking around in appreciation. 

"Kinda looks darker than when I was here the other day. Like it. It's a bit more - y'know - goth."

He helped himself to the chair by Helena's computer desk. I sat down on the end of the bed next to Helena and took her hand. We must have looked like a couple at the hospice retirement home; one the defiant woman on the edge of screaming, the other her frail almost-gone lover.  I took Helena's hand in mine and glowered at Jack. He let himself spread out on the chair and leered at us. "Aw, look at that." he said. "Two loving sisters, right?  That's real sweet. And a couple of hotties, too. Most guys wouldn't even entertain the thought of two such hotties together. But sisters don't do that, right?"

"Get to the fucking point, Jack." I was surprised to hear it was my own voice that said that. Jack sat up a little. "Okay" he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his thumb drive.

"Cousin Helena knows what's on this thumb drive and, from the way you two are holding hands, I bet there's more to it than just her talking to the webcam. You two are a couple of lesbo freaks, right? That night I caught you-" he pointed a finger at Helena - "creeping out of your sister's room, you weren't there for a little class on knitting right?  Dirty lesbo freaks."

"There's nothing dirty about what we do!" I hissed. I was playing the bad guy, and hoped it was good enough.  "We love each other! We're closer than- than anything you have the small fucking brains to understand you dick shit little-"

"Cassie stop it, stop it!"  Helena tore her hand away from me and started sobbing. I pulled her into a reluctant embrace as Jack watched on. After a few moments, Helena wiped her eyes inelegantly with the back of her hands and looked up at him.

"What do you want?" She said, tiredly.

"That depends" he replied, "on what it's worth to you. How about" he said, spreading his hands, "how about you two give me a taste of what I'm missing, right? How about a little it of action right here, so I can see how bee-yoo-tiful lurve between you two is. Huh?"

"Fuck you, you disgusting moron, I-" I stopped, interrupted by Helena's hand on my arm. She leaned in to whisper in my ear; looking, for al intents and purposes, like someone pleading with her angry lover for compromise. What she actually said was; "Okay. Now we've got the little fucker. Stand up and follow me."

Helena stood up and I followed her.  "Look, just give us a minute, alright?" she said, pleading with him. "Just a minute. I need to- I need to talk to my sister."

Jack waved a hand magnanimously.  "Sure." he said. "You've got about ten minutes before I show mom what I found."

Helena led me by my hand over to the window. We made a lot of hand gestures, and whispered hisses but didn't actually say anything. We already knew the script. And I was happy with my next role as the silent grumpy partner.  After a couple of minutes, we sat back down on the bed.

"Okay" said Helena, sounding as though she was struggling to keep it together. "This is how it is. A few months back, Cassie and I got drunk and came back home. I guess we were both pretty strung out, so we drank some more and played dare. One dare led to another, and another, and in the morning we woke up naked together in bed. It's not like it's been the first time we shared a bed, but not as - you know - grown women. We both assumed that nothing happened, and forgot about it.  Then, at college, there was this advert for girls who wanted to model. It asked for girls with good figures and pretty smiles and paid dollars, no questions asked."

Helena took a pause, as if gathering her thoughts (which, in a way, she was).

"I talked it through with Cassie, and we decided we could do with the money, so we made the call and got hooked up with this photographer. She- she took pictures of us. Together. And it turned us both on. We liked it." Helena waved a hand and drifted off. "It kind of went from there" she said.

Jack was on the edge of his seat, leaning forward, face rapt.  "Went where?" he said. "Someone took some pictures of you and now you two are fucking, right? Just like that?"

"Not just like that, you asshole!" I said.

"Listen, Jack" said Helena, playing the diplomat once again. "If we show you some more, will you give me back my recording?"

Jack shrugged. "Sure" he said, not bothering to hide the lie.  

"And promise not to say a word to anybody?"

"Cross my heart" he said, tapping his chest.

Helena looked at me and I shrugged. Helena bit her lip the faced Jack, her best 'frightened rabbit' look on display.

"Okay. We'll take you to the studio. Were doing some more pictures today. I'll tell Sasha - our photographer - that you are a friend.  We'll let you- let you watch us. Together. Okay?"

Jack sat back, triumphant smile on his face and a thick hard-on in his shorts. "Can't say fairer than that" he said. "You mind me watching, Cassie?" I turned away, cheeks burning, and said nothing. Jack snorted a laugh.

"But that's the end of it." Helena said. "No more recording. No more stories or rumours. We show you this photoshoot, and that's it, okay? Okay?"

"Sure, sure. No problemo. I get it. You girls give me a good show and I'll give you back the recording on this thumb drive and we'll never talk about it again."

"You'll never talk to anyone about it again." said Helena, correcting him.

"Right. Right. So; when do we leave?"

Helena looked down at her toes. "I need to, uh, freshen up a little. Put on some make up and, you know, get ready." She made a show of looking at the bedside clock. "We'll leave in two hours." she said. "Where will you be?"

"Downstairs, in the lounge."

"Okay."

"Okay."

I jerked my head at him. "You know the way out." I said. Jack stood up, grinning. He had no intention of hiding his hard-on as he faced us.  "This" he said, moving toward the door, "is gonna make the trip to this backwter place just about worthwhile." He opened the door and left, letting it swing shut behind him. When it was safe to talk, and I was sure he was gone I turned to Helena and breathed a sigh of relief. 

"I think he took the bait." I said, running my fingers through my hair. I felt drained by the whole deception and wondered if I was going to get through the day. I turned to look at my sister and she grinned wolfishly at me, her eyes twinkling.

"That was so cool!" she said, the excited teenager once more. "Wanna fuck? I am burning!" 

"Helena?! Are you for real? That nearly fried me. I've aged about a hundred years because of that!

Helena twirled and made small jumping movements with her feet. "You look beautiful!" she said. "You look so beautiful and lovely and fuckable and- and- just, yes!"

She punched the air with her fist, and went to grab me. I sat down on the bed and, after watching her for a moment or two, lay back; wondering if I could get some sleep and regenerate some years back into my life. Helena was still babbling like she was on speed. She didn't even stop when she sat down on the bed next to me and started tugging at the buttons on my jeans. I really should have made an effort to stop her. Lift a hand. Say "not right now, Lena. I'm fried". Something.

But I just lay there, my eyes closed, listening to Helena babble at me, feeling her fingers work to release the buttons of my jeans.  

I did move, eventually. Lifted my hips when I felt her hands tug at the top of my jeans. Lifted them again when I felt her cool, smooth fingers hook into the sides of my panties and start to draw them slowly down and over my thighs. I even spread my legs apart at the gentle insistence of those same fingers; parting myself for whatever my little sister had planned.  My mind was emptying slowly, and it felt okay.

A few seconds later and Helena finally stopped babbling at me. I gasped quietly at this new lack of dialogue as I felt Helena begin to eat me out. Her tongue was as soft and silken as I last remembered it; a beautiful stabbing tool that flicked the head of my growing clit and lapped between the lips of my very welcoming pussy. Helena began to smooth her hands up and down the insides of my thighs; concentrating now not on babbling me to death, but possibly pleasuring me to it instead. I sighed again, then once again after that; wanting to look down and see my sister's hungry tongue lapping away between my legs, but enjoying the freedom this inactivity, this inertness, gave me. Helena continued to work her lips and tongue at the wet slit between my legs; rubbing the sensitive parts of my thighs with her fingers. I could feel the gentle tickle of her ash-blonde hair on my thighs and tummy as she ate me out, and the urgency of her breath on my pubis as she began to work more feverishly at me.

The waves of pleasure started rippling through me faster and faster, and I knew I was close to the point of orgasm; the point where my sex organs are so incredibly delicate that I can't bear them to be touched. In those situations; at that tidal wave crest of orgasm, my hands are usually on automatic; pushing away my lover; protecting that new found sensitivity, vulnerability.

Not this time.  This time, playing the inert sleeping beauty, I felt myself rush headlong into that explosion of pleasure and forced myself to do nothing about it. Helena lapped hungrily at me and I felt my body begin to shiver uncontrollably; at the apex of cumming. Helena sensed it too and, if she was aware of it, made no effort to back down a little; ease up on her oral skills. If anything, she licked and sucked me more mercilessly than ever.

I felt an involuntary moan start to work its way past my teeth and between my lips as the wave crested and the orgasm exploded throughout my body in a million places.  I began to cry out, only stifling myself with a force of will. I was aware that my body was shaking, but I had done nothing to will it so. I was completely humbled by the orgasm, and by my sister's merciless love-making. Helena had stopped licking me and had clamped her mouth over the top of my clit, sucking hard at the tight, engorged bud. The explosion hit me again and again, and I felt tears rolling down my face. But I did not move my hands to stop it. Didn't move them a muscle. Eventually, after a period that could have been a minute or half an hour, Helena released me from her mouth and sat back.

"Jesus Christ, Cassie" she said, surprised and breathless. "Jesus H Christ. That was fucking- That was- I nearly fucking choked! I mean, Jesus! How did you-?"

But I had no answer. Was unable to articulate anything right then.  I felt Helena shift from the bed. "Wait right there" she said.

I realised my eyes were screwed tight shut, and relaxed them a little, keeping them closed. I could hear Helena shifting around, and heard a zip, then felt her weight on the bed once more. "Do me a favour." she said, setting her hand lightly at the bottom of my tummy, where the short pubic hairs started sprouting. "Wear these for me?"

There was a pause as Helena expected me to open my eyes and look at her. But I didn't. I still wanted to play the game of the sleeping beauty. There was a slightly uncomfortable silence, then Helena said; "Okay then. I take it you'll wear them. They're a little cold, and I'm not sure if you've ever worn anything like them before. But wear them for me. There's five of them."

And with that, I felt Helena's fingertips part the swollen and recently-sucked lips of my pussy. There was a sucking noise - Helena licking or sucking something - then I felt a dull plastic surface, like something slightly smaller than a ping-pong ball, but heavier, press into the crack between my pussy lips. The ball was swallowed up. I had a brief moment of concern; worry that I'd just ingested a gigantic gobstopper vaginally, but then I felt another ball press up against me, and slip inside. A third, then a fourth, then a fifth were pushed up inside me; each beginning to rub and grind against each other within the tightness of my pussy. I felt Helena squeeze tight the lips of my pussy, then felt the tugging of a small string between them.

"There's a string, with a little ring-pull." she said, as though explaining the sensations to me. "You can pull them all out when you want to. But they say it's a big turn on to have them inside you for a few hours. Wear them for me."

And with that, I felt her move away from the bed.  "I'm having a shower" she said. "Leave when you're ready. We need to be gone in an hour or so."

Helena left, and the I heard the hiss of her shower. I lay there for a few moments, testing the love-balls she had inserted up inside me. They felt good. She felt wonderful when she touched me. I felt like crying.

I got up eventually and got dressed, taking care to put on my panties and jeans to keep the balls inside me. Then I left and went downstairs for a lemon tea. I hoped to God they'd filled it with anti-stress and anti-oxidant herbs because, by God, I'd need them. I went to the study; well away from where Jack would be in the lounge, and lay down on one of the big sofas after I'd taken two hot mouthfuls of the lemon tea, setting my wristwatch alarm for forty-five minutes'distant. I closed my eyes and woke up at the third insistent beeping. 



Shooting with Helena Ch. 06



[Previously: Helena and Cassie - the loving sisters - have planned a way to get theri revenge on their blackmailing cousin Jack - but taking him to a hardcore photoshoot of them having sex with each other]

It was quiet on the drive to Sasha's. Helena had made a show of calling our photographer friend as we got into my car; Jack sitting smug and gloating in the backseat. Helena had told Sasha that her and I were ready for the next photoshoot, and that we would have a 'special friend' coming with us to watch., Lena even made a show of saying that there was no need to worry about the friend; he'd be okay. I was silent for the most part. Acting sullen, but trying to compose myself for the photoshoot.  Helena seemed to have an endless, boundless enthusiasm for sex. An energy for it that I doubted I could match.  But I could never refuse her. Not anything she wanted of me, and my body would always react to her, want her. 

I shifted in my seat, feeling the little love-balls shift around inside me. They were incredibly erotic. Uncomfortable, distractingly so, and they made me want to pee every time I moved. But they rolled around inside my vagina; sometimes together, sometimes stretched in a line reaching deep inside me. It took an effort not to gasp when I shifted.

The day was dull outside. Thick, heavy rain clouds; those tropical ones that keep all the heat and moisture and humidity in the air and threaten to soak you as well. They seemed to mirror my pantomime mood.  Helena, by contrast, had brightened since she last saw Jack. She said to him that she hoped this would be an end of it and he had smiled reassuringly, not bothering to even convince us of the lie he hid behind his smile.

I parked the car in Sasha's yard and got out, dropping my sunglasses down over my eyes from force of habit.  Helena had changed for the photoshoot; putting on a pink and white tennis set - soft cotton shorts and polo shirt. I had stayed in my jeans and vest-top, not having had the time to change after my sleep on the couch.

Sasha opened the door to her warehouse and waved us over.

"Hey Cassie, Hels. Hi, I'm Sasha." she said, raising a hand in greeting to Jack. Jack produced a thin smile, just enough for the sake of politeness, then averted his gaze. He seemed uncomfortable, but eager to get inside and see Helena and I get it on in front of the camera.

Sasha led us into the studio and started showing us the set. She'd created a kind of hospital scene this time, with a bed and a couple of cabinets, and a trolley with sex toys lined up on it. Right away, I could see the vibrator, a tub of lubricant, some kind of speculum, some straps and a huge double-ended dildo lying there. On the bed were draped two PVC nurse's uniforms; one blue trimmed, one red. I looked over at Jack. He was nervous, but drooling. 

"This will be another static shoot," Sasha was saying, "like before, so It'll be a bit stop-start. Try to hold it together when I say 'cut', okay?"  Helena giggled, and reached for my hand. 

"Sasha, you know us..." she said, letting her sing-song girly comment drift. 

"Yeah, I know you" said Sasha, playfully. Then she clapped her hands and was all business again.  "Okay. I'm gonna get the cameras set up. You girls get changed into the outfits on the bed and wait for me. Lube up or talk among yourselves.  You-" she said, pointing a finger at Jack. He was startled into saying "Huh?"

"-you can sit on the sofa over there." Sasha pointed to a couch that was set up close to where her cameras and lighting were positioned. It afforded a very good view of the set where Helena and I would fuck for the camera. Jack took this in with an agreeable nod.

"Just don't get in the way of the cameras, okay? Sit, enjoy, crack open a beer or two, but don't fuck with the cameras or lighting and-" she added, wagging a finger at his crotch, "-if you really really have to, make sure you clean it up afterwards yourself, okay? You can get naked, whatever, just don't leave a mess.

Jack blushed a little, I think, then raised his hands in the I-surrender-and-agree pose. "No problemo." he said, waddling off to take his seat at the couch.

Helena and I exchanged a slight nod each, then moved to the well-lit stage area. Helena slipped out of her tennis shorts and polo top easily, exposing a nice lacy bra and panties set I'd bought for her last Christmas. Jack wolf-whistled when he saw her.


"Whoo-ee! I never knew you looked that good, Cuz!" He hollered out. He had already cracked open his first beer and was sipping it wilfully.

"Hey!" We all turned to look at Sasha. She threw an angry gaze Jack's way. "If you're gonna sit there and drink my beer and jack off, do it quietly!"

Jack giggled, like a ninth grader, then sang out "Sorreeee.". He sat back, unbuttoning his shirt and swigging his beer.

I felt pressure on the fist I had involuntarily made.  Helena had reached for my hand. "Hey" she said, barely a whisper. "It's gonna be okay. Just be strong, okay? Just be strong." I nodded; a sharp, jerky movement, and shifted my feet. As I did so, I felt the love-balls up inside me shift and grind together, delivering another brief wave of discomfort/pleasure.

"Lena!" I whispered in a hiss. "What about the - you know - the balls and string thing?" I said, suddenly embarrassed, despite the fact that my sister and I were about to fuck each other in front of Sasha's camera.

"Don't worry, Cass" Helena said, flashing a brief, gorgeous smile. "I'm sure Nurse Jones will find it an interesting medical condition to examine!"

I took a deep breath and nodded, unbuttoning my jeans as I did so. I slipped my jeans off, and pulled my vest-top over my head. I heard Jack take in a deep breath, but he didn't say anything. I was determined not to say anything either, or look over at him. Not until it was all done and over.

"Hey." said Helena, calling out to Sasha. "You want underwear on or off?"

"Take 'em off, honey. Those uniforms are pretty tight. You won't need 'em on for long anyway."

"Fuckin' A!" Jack muttered, through his grin. Helena heard it, gave him the finger and unclipped her bra. She slipped it off her shoulders and then drew down her panties. She stood, for a moment, hand on hip, letting Jack drink in the sight of her.

"Oh yeah, baby." he said, leaning forward in the couch. "Oh yeah, I like that. I like it." 

Using this distraction, I slipped off my own underwear. With my back to Jack, I reached for the blue nurse's uniform. It consisted of a single micro-minidress made of PVC, with a long zip running up and down the front. Next to the uniform was a PVC cap, parodying the nurse's cap, complete with a big central red cross at the front. By the bed were two pairs of identical high heeled PC boots. I stepped into the minidress, pulling hard at the elastic edges and hems to pull it tight up against my thighs and hips. As a cheerleader, and someone who worked out quite a bit, I had pretty big muscles for a girl my size. I also had wider hips than my sister, but you'd have only noticed it in something this tight. Eventually, I got the dress to the right position, so that the bottom hem just about covered my ass cheeks at the back, and the tops of my thighs at the front. I tried the zip at my navel but it would only go so far. I flashed a look of help to Helena who, instead of the dress, was putting on the boots first. Smart girl, I thought -as ever. I'd have trouble bending over and doing up the laces once this PVC thing was on. Would have been easier putting on the boots first.

"Sis?"

Helena looked up, saw my distress and gave me a sympathetic smile.  "You tuck in, I'll zip up" she said. I nodded, pulling in my tummy as Helena started drawing the zip upwards. I reached up to my breasts, squeezing them up and together as the zip corseted me in. I got my hands out just in time as the zip struggled over the ample cleavage I'd created, then raced on up to my collarbone.  

"There." said Lena. "All done." She gave me a wink. "Can't wait to get it all off again."

I smiled nervously and looked at the boots. Helena read my gaze and lifted an eyebrow. "Want some help with those?" she drawled. I threw her a silly smile and grinned.  Helena flicked her eyebrows heavenward, then got down on her knees to help shoe me in. The PVC minidress felt like a whole body and hip corset, constricting my movement but accentuating all the right places. Incredibly, wearing the dress had made the love balls even more active, more tightly packed, and my pussy was getting quite damp. I leaned my head back as I felt Helena take my leg in her hands and slip on the first boot.

Whirr/click. Whirr/click.

I looked up, squinting through the lights toward where Sasha was positioned.  "Just taking a few test shots" she said. "Besides, I can use them later in a kind of playback sequence."

I looked down to where Helena, already in her boots but nothing else, bare ass spread and raised for the camera, and shared a look with her. She winked at me and I suddenly felt an enormous outpouring of love for her. Once again I felt the sensation, the knowledge, that I would do anything - anything - for her.

She laced up my first boot, then the second. The crack and hiss of a ring pull signalled Jack's unwelcome presence once again. "Boy, I would love to fuck that ass!" he said. He started mumbling to himself, drawing his cock out of his shorts and playing with it. "...Mmm. Nice big cock here." He raised the pitch of his voice, as though he were mimicking us. "Can I have some cock, please?" he said, looking desperate and hungry. "Do you want to fuck my ass?" He grunted, giggling again, and swigged his beer.

Helena ignored him. She stood up and I helped her into the red nurse's uniform, much in the same way as she helped me. Whirr/click. Whirr/click.  Sasha's camera had already collapsed into background noise. We fitted on our caps, then turned to squint at the camera.

"Okay Sash. All fixed up. You want any more make-up or anything?"

There was a pause as Sasha made her way from behind the photographic barricade. She approached us with a stick of deep red lipstick and some eyeshadow.  

"Just a slap of this" she said, handing out the eyeshadow to me and the lipstick to Helena. We each applied some, then swapped. The green eyeshadow was something I'd never choose to wear myself, but it looked okay on my sister, so it must have looked okay on me. The lipstick felt nice; all sticky and erotic given what we were about to do. Sasha took the make-up back.

"Okay" she said, stuffing the items into a pocket of her dungarees. "We'll keep it simple. I want this to be like a sexy encounter to start with; some kissing, touching, etc. Then start using the implements on the tool tray. Hels, you be the one in charge. Cassie, you just be directed by Hels, okay?"

"Okay." 

"Remember, this is a stop start shoot so don't get carried away. It should only take ten minutes or fifteen minutes, that'll give me enough for the shoot, alright?"

"Okay."

Sasha returned to the cameras and Helena and I got into position; me sitting on the bed, her on one knee in front of me. I sat, frozen in pose for a moment, waiting as the lights adjusted, then heard Sasha call out; "Okay girls, go on you."

Immediately, Helena was in character. From her position on the floor she said; "My goodness, Nurse Jones, it looks like you've got a bad case of Fuck-itis". She pulled my leg straight out and I felt my muscles go taut. My sister and I both had long legs, and the high-heeled knee boots made them look longer, and more slender. Helena ran her hand up the side of my right boot and onto the skin of my thigh.

Whirr/click.

I smiled down at my sister, flicking my gaze between her face, so similar to my own, and her hand creeping steadily up my leg to the hem of the high-cut PVC minidress. I parted my legs a little (as much as I could in the tight dress). Helen raised herself from the floor, stretching out to meet me. 

"Kiss me, Cassie" she said, no more than a whisper. She tilted her head a little to the left, and so did I. We both closed our eyes as our lips locked together and we felt the warm sticky sensation of our lipstick mingling together.

Whirr/click.

"Whoo-fuckin'-whee!"

Even though my ears registered the voice of Jack, I was now solely concentrating on the beautiful, wonderful stimulation of making love to my sister. Nothing on earth could be as taboo, as free and as erotic as fucking your own sister. I found my mind wondering idly as I kissed her; what would it be like if Helena were a man? Would I love her (him) as much? Would I hunger for her (his) cock? Take her (his) cum up my pussy, in my ass?

Helena broke off the kiss. She brought her hands up to my chest and pressed them against my breasts, squeezing them beneath the tight PVC.

Whirr/click.

"Lie down." 

I did so, starting to lose myself in the exquisite pleasure of Helena's erotic charms.  When I lost myself like this with her, as I was learning, it was to lose all sense of inhibition. All sense of holding back, or objection. I wouldn't say no to anything. I would let Helena do whatever she wanted to me, and I knew that she would feel the same. Our lovemaking was like a state of eroticism that we had both waited for our whole lives. But one small thing did remain. One kernel; the sense of taboo still remained. Even though my pussy leaked and oozed and ached whenever Helena touched me, there was still a surprised and fascinated part of my mind screaming "You're fucking your own sister!"  More and more, rather than shying away from that voice, I embraced it. "Damn right. She's the best lover I'll ever have."  And that only fed my uninhibited desires.

I closed my eyes as Helena pushed me back onto the bed and crept up over me; her legs apart, stretching at the fabric of the pvc minidress she wore. When she had straddled my shoulders, she reached back and slowly pulled her minidress up over her ass. She bent over me, propping herself with one hand and running the other over and over her ass cheeks. I reached up and draped my arms around the tops of Helena's thighs, feeling her soft skin and muscle beneath my fingertips.

Whirr/click.

"Whoa yeah; look at that! Whoo-ee!"

Helena and I both ignored him. "Nurse Jones," said Helena, pushing herself upright and staring down at me, "I'm proscribing you a few things for your condition. First on the list is a portion of red meat. Eat it slowly."

She lowered herself back down to me, but not bent over. This time, she shifted forwards as she lowered, so that curve of her crotch filled my vision.  I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply the sweet musky scent of Helena's pussy. She was turned on already, I could tell. I felt her pubic hair tickle my nose and then she was hovering above me. I lifted my face and stretched out my tongue, running it up the soft folds of her pussy lips. Helena shivered and sighed quietly. 

Whirr/click. Whirr/click.

I raised my face once more and licked her again, this time running my tongue up and down the length of her slit as far as my prone body position could let me. I felt Helena shift a little as I continued to lick and tease her clit and I knew, I just knew, that she was playing with her asshole, teasing the sensitive skin with her fingernails. I was dimly aware of Sasha's camera clicking liberally in the background, and the occasional metallic crunch of an empty beer can and Jack sought to contain himself through alcoholic distraction. Throughout all this, I held onto my sister's thighs and worked my tongue for all I could against my sister's pussy, lapping the ready dampness my mouth was giving her.

Eventually, Helena raised herself from me and swivelled round, until she was facing away from me. I used those moments, conscious that I was out of camera shot, to catch my breath and lick my lips; savouring every drop that I could of my sister's pussy juice. I could have drunk it from a cup, I liked it so much; so sweet, so musky and so completely charged with eroticism.  In that half-second, I found myself wondering what it would be like to do just that; drink from my sister like drinking from a cup. I wondered if I would drink her pee, like she did with mine. Could I kneel in front of her; mouth open as she spread her legs and urinated on me?  Would I give myself to her release and swallow her pee? I knew instantly that I would. I'd do that and more.

Helena reached down and pulled the hem of my dress up over my thighs and hips. Instinctively, I spread my legs and, as I did so, I felt the love-balls lodged up inside me begin to shift. I squealed, involuntarily, and Helena used this as her cue.

"Well, nurse Jones, I think I have the root of your problems" she muttered. I could see her voice, just the cascade of ash-blonde hair spilling down her back, and the close-up view of her ass in front of my face. But I knew that she'd be smirking at her lines. She smoothed a hand across my pubis, gently pressing against my pussy.

"Oh yeah, give me more of that shit!" I heard Jack mutter.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt Helen begin to draw the love-balls slowly out of my pussy I felt one pass between me and then pop silently out of my lips. As Helena pulled the draw-string, the other balls all jostled to fall in line inside me. But the last two had got twisted around each other and, as Helena struggled and tugged harder, they began to spread me open from the inside. I gripped my sister's legs with both hands as I felt my pussy begin to stretch. Helena clamped one hand to the top of my pubis; covering my mound and using her thumb and forefinger to stretch my lips open. With the other she continued to pull on the love-ball drawstring.

I felt myself moan out my sister's name, and she tightened her thigh muscles in response. Sasha's camera was merrily clicking along. After a final, last tug, Helena pulled out both love balls together. The expansion they had caused within me, and their sudden release, was incredibly erotic.  "Oh more sis!" I breathed. "Fill me up!"

I felt Helena slip two fingers easily inside me, closing my eyes to the wonderful invasion as she wiggled her fingers around my labia.

"I think we need something substantial here." she said aloud. She pulled out her fingers and I heard her shift a little to reach over to the trolley Sasha had left there with sex toys on it. I heard a clank as Helena deposited the love-balls there and then the click of a lid being opened. 

"Let's get a little lube on here" Helena murmured.. I turned my head to one side, kissing Helena's left thigh. Helena sighed appreciatively and lowered her hips a little. I felt her pussy close to my face and reacted to it with an open mouth. She was dripping wet, and burning hot between her lips. I dragged my tongue up and down her slit, savouring every drop of her pussy. As I did so, I felt the cold tip of the dildo Helena had been lubing rub up against my clit.  And what a dildo! From the weight and feel of it, it was a monster piece of work.

"This, sis, is gonna fill you up nicely." Helena said, over her shoulder. I tried to concentrate on licking her pussy, but had to stop to catch my breath when I felt Helena begin to push the enormous dildo inside me.

"Oh my fucking God! It's so big! Fill that bitch up!" Jack shouted.

I felt my pussy begin to stretch and stretch as it accommodated the huge dildo. It felt like five or six inches had already slipped inside me, and Helena was still pushing more. I knew I had the capacity for big insertions, having wider hips that my sister, but I'd never been stretched like this. I couldn't eat out Helena any more. I just closed my eyes, bit my lip and winced as the huge dildo forced me open. Eventually, exactly at the point where I was going to slap Helena's legs and beg her to stop, I felt the dildo begin to draw away. Helena pulled it almost free of me, then slowly worked it back in. The more it was fucked in and out of me, the more my aching pussy began to accept the intrusion, accept the gaping hole it was making of my pussy. Pretty soon, Helena was frigging the huge dildo in and out of me freely.  At some point I couldn't remember, I came. My orgasm only helped to smooth the dildo up inside me as I lay prostrate underneath my sister.




Shooting with Helena Ch. 06



Whirr/click. Whirr/click

"Okay, that's enough. Now shift." Sasha's voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife. I felt Helena draw the dildo out of my pussy and lay it on the trolley. Helena slowly got off me, standing up to stretch. I looked up and over at her as she stretched. She looked absolutely beautiful and my pussy was on fire, even after the relentless pounding she had given it using the gigantic plastic dong. As though sensing my thoughts, Helena looked over and smiled at me.

"You okay, Cassie?" she said. I smiled; a silly teenager's grin, and closed my eyes for a second.  "Oh Lena." I said, waving an hand lazily. "That was fantastic." "Good. I hope you're ready for more!" she said.

Helena knelt up on the bed, gathered my legs up in the air, and began kissing her way from m boot tips down past the backs of my knees (which tickled me a lot), down my thighs, all the way to my ass cheeks. It was a little uncomfortable, but I knew better than to complain about that in Sasha's studio.

Whirr/click.

"Okay, final piece" I heard Sasha call out. "On your hands and knees, Cassie baby"

Dutifully, the professionally minded amateur porn star I was growing into, I dropped my legs, rolled on the bed and got onto my hands and knees; my ass facing Sasha's camera. Helena wasted no time at all as she bent her head down to my ass and began to lick my anus. There was a dull rattling noise in the background as Jack's beer can fell to the floor. He didn't say anything.

"Tie your hair back Hels. I can't see anything."

Helena knelt back, reached for a hair band from the trolley, and pulled her hair into a pony-tail. I looked over my shoulder as she did this, and saw Jack slumped in the chair, his eyes closed and his mouth drooling. He had taken his shirt off and had his limp cock lolling out of his shorts.

'Can't take his beer' I thought to myself. I saw Helena shift back toward me once more, then her tongue was against my skin, lapping and prodding at the sensitive nub of my asshole.

Whirr/click.

Helena began rubbing her thumb against my clit, underneath me. And when it slipped inside so easily, she took it out and slipped in two fingers instead. My pussy was still expanded from the dildo fucking she'd given me, and pretty soon I felt three, then four fingers push inside me. Helena paused a moment and said, quietly, "More?"

I looked over my shoulder at her, knowing that I was flushed, and said "Yeah, more." I knew what she meant. She knew what she meant. And pretty soon, I felt the whole of Helena's hand begin to push its way inside my pussy. I had never before been fisted, and could not have imagined it up to that point. But, like the merciless anal fuck Helena had given me the other day, it felt nothing less than natural being fisted by my own beautiful sister. I felt that wonderful, enormous expansion inside me once more, but this time it was even better. I could feel Helena's whole hand driving into my pussy; the ridges and curves of her fingers and knuckles kneading and squeezing me inside. It felt exquisite, and I felt wave after wave orgasm through me and out over Helena's hand and wrist. Eventually, Helena pulled her hand free of me. I turned round to kneel next to her and she held up her hand between our faces as we both licked it clean of my pussy juice.

Whirr/click. Whirr/click.

The big studio spotlights dimmed, and the main lights took over. Sasha walked out into view, smiling.

"Okay. Jesus. That was fucking amazing" she said. Helen looked at me and giggled. I smiled tiredly and lay back down on the bed.

"My pussy is going to ache for a week." I said, feebly. Helena threw herself down next to me on the bed and kissed me very tenderly on the lips.

"I'll kiss it better whenever you want!" she said, smiling at me. She was quiet a moment, then trailed her forefinger down my cheek and along my chin.

"I love you so much." she said, quietly.  I looked across at her; looked deep into her eyes and knew the truth of what she said, and knew that I loved her no less. We kissed again; lightly, but passionately.

"Well, it look like blubber boy enjoyed himself."

We both sat up as Sasha started giggling. I looked over to where Jack was slumped in the armchair; shorts pulled down to his knees and his limp cock lying against his thigh. He was snoring lightly. Suddenly, Helena rolled off the bed and spoke to Sasha. I got up (slowly) and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You want to stay and watch?" Helena said, turning to me. She had that wicked little glint in her eye again. "Watch what?" I said.

"Watch Jack get a taste of his own medicine."

"Oh" I'd completely forgotten about Helena's plan to get back at Jack; get something on him that would make him return the internet file he'd stolen from my sister.

"Goddamn right I do!" I said. Helena jumped in the air and clapped her hands.

"Okay." said Sasha. "You girls want to take a shower, get changed? I've got to call Mike in anyway."

"Who's Mike?" I said, feeling unaccountably protective of the taboo relationship Helena and I had.

"He's our ace card." Helena said. She took my hand.

"Shower's in the back." said Sasha, waving a hand. "Grab your stuff. Don't be long."

Helena and I picked up our clothes and teetered off to Sasha's private apartment at the back of the studio. We showered, but I was too sore to do anything more than hold my sister very close under the hot water. We kissed some, then got out and changed into our day clothes.

When we stepped back into the studio, a big, dark haired guy wearing running shorts and a vest top was standing talking to Sasha. She noticed us come in and waved us over.

"Helena, Cassie, this is Mike; a good friend of mine."

Mike smiled at us and held out his hand. He was powerfully built and, I have to admit, he was pretty gorgeous. He had big white teeth and a perfect smile. The muscles on his arms, legs and chest looked like they got a lot of attention at the gym and from the way he looked I bet that they weren't the only muscles that got a fair bit of attention.

"Hi girls" he said, his voice a surprisingly high tenor. "Sash tells me you need a favour and-" he said, jerking a thumb toward Jack, "-uhg, this is a favour I'm not going to forget in a hurry."

"Jack's been drinking a very special beer" Sasha said. "It's going to leave him with a serious hangover, and a bad taste in his mouth but-" she said, raising a finger to make the point, "It leaves his dick working perfectly well even though he'll be thoroughly unconscious for the next hour or so."

"Which means..." said Helena,

"Which means" said Mike, smiling at me, "That I get to suck his little dick, prod mine into his open mouth, and fuck his bad boy little ass until Sasha says my favour is repaid."

I stared at him, feeling a smile beginning to form on my lips "No way."

"Way!" said Helena, grabbing my hand. "Sasha's going to film it all and give us a couple of copies. I can't wait to see the look on his face when we show him what he got up to with Mike!"

Holding hands, fingers locked together, we waited as Mike heaved Jack over his shoulder and carried our sleeping cousin over to the bed where Helena and I had just fucked.

"Little messy here" Mike said. I felt a flush of embarrassment at what must have been the product of my own multiple orgasm damping the bed sheets.

"Sorry!" Helena called out, not sounding sorry at all. Sasha stepped up, hand held high.

"Well, Jacko has got to stay on the couch anyway, Mike. Girls, make room." 

We got out of the way and pulled a couple of chairs close to watch the show. We put them next to each other, but spent most of the time with our legs intertwined, or hands on each other's thighs.

"'S'okay" said Mike, heaving Jack back to the couch and making out that it wasn't okay. Mike re-positioned him on the couch, and into the right pose, as directed by Sasha. Mike then removed Jack's shorts and had spread his naked legs a little on the couch.

"Sash, how do you want this done? You want some dialogue?"

"Yeah; just a few words, Mike. One-way dialogue. I'll add in the rest later."

Mike shrugged his muscular shoulders then, like Helena, was instantly in character. He smoothed his hands up and down Jack's legs and said;

"...ooh, you dirty bitch, Jack. First I'm gonna get me some of your hot dick."

He lowered himself to Jack's crotch and took our cousin's cock into his mouth, using both hands to keep the limp organ in place. 

Mike carried on sucking up and down then spent a few minutes licking Jack's balls. I'd never seen any gay sex, but the sight (even including cousin Jack) was quite a turn-on. I half turned to Helena and saw that her nipples were standing out from underneath her polo shirt.

A few more minutes passed as Mike worked on Jack's limp cock, then Sasha called out for a change.

Mike stood up and slipped his shorts off. He had a big fat cock but it was only half-erect, despite the sexual attention he had just given Jack.  He starting talking again; as though in mid-sentence;

"...well you'll have to wait, Jack. First I want you getting it all nice and slick." 

He clambered up onto the couch and lowered himself over Jack's face.

"Christ, Sasha. He better not get an involuntary jaw clamp or anything" Mike muttered, loud enough for our photographer friend, and us, to hear him.

"Don't worry Mike" Sasha mumbled back. "There's no history of it in the family, right?"

"That's right!" Helena called out. "Nothing but slack-jawed faggots on Aunt Maddy's side!"

Mike muttered something, but used his hands to open Jack's mouth. Then, very carefully, he lowered the head of his half-erect cock between Jack's lips and into his mouth. After several minutes of Mike dipping his wick, Sasha told him to shift and move onto the final scene.

"Now spread this asshole's asshole." as she put it..

Mike gratefully got off Jack's face and stood up, stretching. He rolled Jack onto his front, propping him over the back of the couch, then picked up the lube Helena had used on the dildo to nearly split my crotch in two. I shivered involuntarily at the thought of I, but whether that was from fear, or excitement (or both), I couldn't tell.

Mike spread Jack's thighs and, using one hand to spread open Jack's hairy ass cheeks, her began to rub the lube generously around Jack's asshole. He inserted one, then two fingers deep into Jack's ass and Jack didn't even murmur. 

"I hope this guy doesn't shit on me" Mike said. "I hate it when a guy gives me brown-back when I'm riding."

"...uh, you'll be fine, honey" said Sasha, face still pressed to the eyepiece of the video camera relay. 

It was at about that time that I could not shake the thought of Jack soiling himself once Mike started fucking him anally. I knew that I'd been lucky, rather than careful, when Helena had pounded my own asshole the other day.  Mike had relaxed Jack's bung to the point where he could slide two fingers easily in and out of his butt. He had also greased his own cock with the lubricant, but was still, incredibly, only half erect.

"Okay." Sasha said, standing away from the camera and pointing to his crotch. "You are going to have to get some wood, honey" she said.

Mike threw her a defiant look. "With this piece of meat? Sasha, this is more than just a favour. This is like mission impossible!"

"So start being Ethan Hunt already."

"Need a hand?" I was surprised to hear my sister sounding so sultry. She had that glittering look in her eye and leant forward in her seat.

"Lena!" I hissed, but she ignored me.

Mike threw her a look of utter sympathy. "Thank you honey, but I'm going to need to focus, and trying to do that with a girl - however utterly gorgeous she is - and then with this sad piece of meat is beyond even my talents."

Helena giggled and sat back, looking slightly embarrassed. Mike closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Us three girls; me, Helena and Sasha, all stared in some kind of awe as we watched Mike's cock grow to rod-hard eight inch monster sticking a full ninety degrees from his body. It was as though someone had pumped it full of air.

"Wow." I heard someone say, before realising it was me.

"Matt Damon in the Bourne Identity shower scene" sighed Mike. "Does it every time. Okay, let's do this." He positioned himself between Jack's legs and lowered his crotch slowly between Jack's ass cheeks. He paused for a few moments, using one hand to balance himself on the bed, while the other one guided the head of his massive cock into Jack's virgin asshole. Sasha was leaning in close, capturing it all in close-up.

"...Oh it's yours, baby" Mike drawled, then "...what, all of it? Okay big boy, close your eyes."

He eased himself down, driving his cock fully into Jack's ass. Jack did moan then; a thin drawn out noise emitting deep from within his guts.  

I watched in mixed fascination and horror, certain that at any moment now, Jack's bowels would fail him and then we'd have a real shitty mess to sort out. But, mercifully, they held. Eventually, after a good five-minute anal fucking, Mike pulled himself free of Jack's bung and started masturbating furiously over our cousin's butt. 

"..Oh yeah, baby. All over your back! Oh, that was so good, just like always!"

I watched, fascinated, as Mike's enormous cock shot two fad wads of cum all over Jack's ass and lower back. Mike then eased his cock back into Jack's ass in some kind of sexual warm-down exercise.

"Baby, that was the best!" he breathed, pulling out his sagging cock and stepping away.

Mike stepped away, reaching for some tissues Sasha had left for him on the trolley.

Sasha snapped the video camera shut and Mike grunted at her.

"Well thank fuck for that." he said, thoroughly disgusted.

"Not quite" said Sasha. Putting down the camera for a moment, she scooped up some of Mike's cum from Jack's ass cheeks and smeared it over the corner of Jack's mouth. Then, getting Mike to help Jack back into an upright position on the couch, she told Mike to hold him; as though they were in an erotic clinch.

"Okay, now just hold him a minute, and kiss him for the camera."

Mike rolled his eyes but didn't seem to mind that he'd be kissing a mouth covered with his own cum. He did as he was told, breaking off the kiss with a smacking noise, saying;

"Oh Jack, poor baby.  Does my cum always make you so sleepy? Shh now baby. Get some rest. Next time I want some more of that ass action, okay?"

Sasha caught the last bit on film. Then the shoot, and our revenge, was just about complete.

Sasha fiddled with her camera for a few moments, then turned to whisper a few words to Mike. She leaned over and gave the big model a hug, then turned to me and Helena. Mike wandered off quietly toward the shower.

"I'm gonna be about twenty minutes." she said to us, tapping the camera.

"That's okay" said Helena, gripping my hand and playing with my fingers. "I guess he'll be out during that time."

"Oh he'll be out all right" Sasha said. "What I meant was; you've got twenty minutes to clean up the slob and get him out of my studio."

I frowned. Helena beamed. "Got any wet wipes?" she said.

Cleaning Jack wasn't as bad as I thought. I let Helena wipe off Mike's cum from Jack's ass cheeks, lower back and face. I collected all his empty beer cans, cleaned up the mess he'd made on the floor and generally tidied up after me and Helena. When I turned back to the bed, Helena was standing between Jack's legs, trailing her finger up and down the crack of his ass.

"Lena! What are you doing?" I hissed, somehow worried that she'd be caught. Helena looked over her shoulder at me and smiled lazily.  "Enjoying the moment" she said. I walked over and watched her trail her finger up and down his hairy ass.

"Helena that's disgusting. Put it away."

Helena didn't answer me straight away, she just gave me 'did you just dare me?' face and pushed her finger into Jack's ass. I made a screwed-up face. "Eeeeugh. That is disgusting. I am not going to touch that finger until you clean it with industrial bio-cleanser."

As if to tease me, Helena began pushing her finger in and out of Jack's ass. It was at that moment that his bowels finally gave out.

I watched, in horror, as it spilled out over Helena's hand. I turned away as quickly as I could, but I knew that the image would be one of those annoying ones that stays with you for much longer than you want. The smell was terrible. I felt like retching, and staggered over to the sofa.

"Cassie?" Helena's voice was incredibly calm. "Sis, can you get me a bucket or something? I've got some bad shit here I need to clear up."

I nodded dumbly, locating (out of the corner of my eye) a large plastic bag near to the lighting stands. I went over, and retrieved it for Helena. I tried to avert my eyes as I approached her, but couldn't quite get the scene out of my periphery vision. The smell really was bad. I held out the bag as Helena began using the wet wipes to clear up the mess and deposit the tissues like ordinary trash. Eventually, she was done. I turned and, squinting through half-closed eyes, saw that she was using a last wipe to clean her fingers.

"Better take that out to the trash" she said. I nodded, feeling faintly sick. I tied up the ends of the bag and walked it outside where, like someone would with a really messy nappy, I held it out at arm's length and deposited it into one of the big trash dumpsters.  I gulped in a few lungful of fresh air, then walked back inside.

Jack was still on the bed, but Helenz had pulled up his shorts and pants and he just looked asleep. I went over to see if the thumb drive he had was in one of his pockets.

"Checked them already" Helena said, walking back into the studio. I pointed to her hands and grimaced. 

"I hope you used some REALLY good cleaning soap." I said.

Helena smiled at me; one of her soft, affectionate smiles that made me want to grab hold of her. "Don't worry." she said. "Sasha keeps every kind of cleaning and medical gear you can imagine. This finger," she continued, holding up the one that breached Jack's dyke, "is cleaner than ever." 

As if to prove it, she opened her mouth and popped the finger inside. I screwed up my eyes and danced on my toes, telling my sister how horrible horrible horrible it was. Helena stopped me by grabbing hold of my upper arms. When I opened my eyes she was smiling at me in a very predatory way.

"It's not that bad, Cassie" she said. "You'd do it for me."

I stuck out my tongue and made a face.

"You would" said Helena, and there was some slight edge to her voice I was only beginning to recognise. She let go of one hand and, bending over slightly, reached behind her. I watched her bite her lip and she squirmed her hand down the back of her tennis shorts.

"Close your eyes" she said. I did as I was told. There was another small rustling sound, then Helena said; "Now open your mouth."  I did that too. Without another pause, I felt Helena slip her finger into it. Automatically, I closed my lips over it and began to suck.

Helena pulled her finger out. I opened my eyes. Helena was standing there with a challenging smirk on her face.

"You knew that I'd just fingered my own ass, right?"  I nodded.

"So how did you know that my finger wouldn't be dirty?" she said. I went to say something, but no words came out of my mouth. 

"How did you know," Helena continued, "that that wasn't the finger covered in Jack's shit?"

I felt queasy sick again, but Helena stroked my face and smiled at me. "It wasn't." she said. "But you'd do it for me. And I'd do it for you too."

I stared at her for a moment, not knowing what to say. Had she just tested me?  I could see that she was reaching back to finger herself; guessed enough that she was doing it in her ass, and yet still I didn't hesitate when she told me to open my mouth, or suck on the finger she put in it. What would she have done if I had refused her? Told her to stick it back where the sun doesn't shine, and move away?




Shooting with Helena Ch. 06



But I knew that I wouldn't have done that. Knew that the barriers between me and my sister had been utterly torn down. 

Thinking like that was both hideous and exciting at the same time. I felt like I was becoming a different person; someone I wouldn't have liked a few short weeks ago. But, as long as I was with my sister Helena, I didn't care; I wanted to go on whatever ride she would take me on through life. As long as I could be with her.

We were kissing, of course, when Sasha interrupted us.

"Jeez! Don't you two ever give it up?"

We both smiled, a little sheepishly, and made room for Sasha on the sofa. We watched the video she had spliced together, and wondered if revenge could ever possibly be sweeter.



Shooting with Helena Ch. 07



[Helena and Cassie have taken their revenge on Jack. But now, confronting him with the evidence, danger becomes all too real]

Jack was in the back seat of the car when he woke up, groggy from his drug and alcohol induced hangover.

"Hi Jack!" Helena said, brightly. "Hello Cuz" I drawled.

Jack blinked his eyes several times, staring at us groggily. We were in a deserted part of a parking lot a couple of miles from Sasha's studio. A run-down estate of outlets nearby had no visible patrons. Helena and I were in the front seats, and Jack was just starting to pull himself up into a proper sitting position in the back. He winced as he did so.

"Wha' th fuck..?" he slurred. We just kept on smiling at him, waiting for him to realize where he was, and who he was with, then try to recall what had happened. It took a few long seconds, and he made a lot of involuntary faces as he did so. Eventually, settling on 'frustrated rage', he leant forward in the seat.

"You fucking bitches!" he shouted. "You fucking fucking lesbo freak whores! What the fuck did you do to me? What the fuck happened? You fucking freakos. I'll get you, you freako cunts. What did-"

Blah blah blah. So it went on for another few minutes. Eventually, Helena held up one hand to draw his attention. He stopped, panting as though out of breath.

"We didn't like what you did, stealing my webcam file." she said.

"We don't like you much at all." I added.

"And" said Helena, "We're not the kind of dumb girls that think you'd never do anything nasty with that file, or use it for just jacking off now and again."

Jack clamped his mouth shut, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"So" said Helena, tossing her ash-blonde hair a little, "We decided to get our own back. Don't be angry, Jack. You got to see us doing something no-one else has ever seen. You got to see a side of us that love each other more than we're willing to admit. Yet. So don't feel cheated. We promised you a show, and by fuck you got one, right?"

Jack's face was like thunder.

"You're so gonna get it, bitch" he said. "When I send that dirty little file to Aunt Phoebe, she's gonna shit a brick! She's-"

"Oh yeah" said Helena, breezily. "About that file. You kept it on your gaming console thumb drive, right? Hope you got that stored in a good place, huh?"

Jack looked nervous for the first time. "Damn right!" he said. "I've got it back at the house, just waiting for me to pick it up, and there's nothing either two of you freako bitches can do to stop me. I-"

"No, no, no" said Helena, wagging a finger at him. "Don't start lying Jack. It's not at home, 'cos you just couldn't resist the chance to try and film us having sex with each other, could you? I'm not sure what your plan was; maybe sneak into Sasha's studio and download her computer or something, but there it was. Of course, Cassie and I checked your pockets. I even checked your shorts to see if you'd put it somewhere really safe. But it wasn't there, was it?"

Helena shifted a little in her passenger's seat and I stole a glance at the long, tanned legs stretching out into the foot well. She looked stunning, especially when she was being clever.

"We really spent some time looking for it, Jack. Had just about given up too. Was ready to call it a day and just have this chat with you in the car. But then Cassie took out the trash for Sasha, including the beer cans you drank when you watched us. Boy, do they make a rattling noise, huh?"

Jack was going red in the face, as though he could see where this was leading.  

"But one of them made a funny kind of clunking noise" Helena continued. "Isn't that right, Cassie?"

"Yup" I said. I pulled from my jeans pocket the thumb drive that Jack had dropped into his first can of beer. It was small enough to stay hidden in there, and to get it out again, and I bet Jack thought he was being really clever.

I held it out to him and he snatched it off me, grinning madly. Then he looked at it and turned it in his hands.

"That's the problem with trash" said Helena, sympathetically. "Doesn't take much to ruin such a sensitive piece of equipment."

The little thumb drive was scored along its input port, rendering the thing useless.

"I can get the file retrieved on this" said Jack defiantly. Helena shrugged. We'd had Sasha wipe the drive before we scored the input port so it wouldn't plug in.

"And even if I can't I've got a copy back at your house"

"I don't think so" said Helena, softly. "And, even if you do, you are never going to watch it, share it or talk about it to anyone ever again."

Jack shook his head, smiling slowly. "That's where you're wrong, freako. As soon as we get back, I gonna tell mom, and aunt Phoebe, and then I'm gonna go to your college and tell everyone there, and then I'm-"

"No you're not, Jack."

"Yes I am."

"No, you really aren't."

"Yes I fucking well am!" he shouted.

Helena let the silence settle for a few moments, then gave me a nod of her head. "Sasha let us borrow this, so we could show you what happened when you got a little drunk"

I reached down to my own foot well, to the little DVD player there. Jack snorted.

"If you think you can blackmail me with pictures of me swigging a beer, that's small fucking fry to what will happen to you freaky Lesbos when I tell-"

Jack eventually shut up as I flipped the screen and turned on the player. Those next few moments, watching Jack watch himself on the screen, were pure magic.

The screen flickered into life with a panned sweep of Sasha's studio. Then it cut to Jack, settling into the couch Sasha had directed him to. Of course, at the time, he had no idea that a static camera was positioned exactly on the spot where he sat. But he watched himself in the video as he sat down, looked around and picked up his first beer. He cracked it open and the scene jumped to the opposite doorway where Mike, in his shorts and vest, all muscular and gorgeous, walked through the doorway and smiled softly, winking.

"Hey Jack" said Mike, as though in greeting. He stroked the natural bulge in his shorts. "Like what you see?"

The camera 'returned' to Jack. 

"Whoa yeah; look at that. Whoo-ee!"

"You got time for some fun, Jack? Did you bring me anything from Nebraska?"

"...Mmm. Nice big cock here." said Jack, then;. "Can I have some cock, please? Do you want to fuck my ass?" 

The camera went back to Mike, who was biting his lip as though holding back his emotions.

"...ooh, you dirty bitch, Jack." he said.  "First I'm gonna get me some of your hot dick."

There was a brief shot of Mike walking toward the camera, then it cut to the (real) scene of Mike sucking Jack's cock. In real time, I watched cousin Jack's face drain of all color as he saw his semi-limp cock being taken into Mike's mouth and sucked. He was too stunned to move, so just kept on watching, transfixed at his own horror.

The camera scene jolted back to Jack's face; flushed and excited (as it was when he was watching Helena fuck me on the bed).

"Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah, I like that. I like it." He said. Mike looked up from Jack's cock and smiled. 

"Then it's time you got some too" he said. The camera zoomed in on Mike's huge member as it rose to full strength.

"Oh my fucking God, it's so big!" Jack exclaimed, flushed and excited.

"All yours, baby." said Mike, clambering back up the sofa. There were some grunting sucking noises and then we were treated to the sight of Mike's cock dipping in and out of Jack's mouth.

"Sweet Jesus." said Jack. Only this time it was the real-time Jack, watching the screen as his lip quivered. I glanced over at my sister, who grinned back at me and winked. Back on-screen, Mike was talking about Jack kneeling up over the sofa ready for some bare-back action. It cut to a shot of Mike positioning his huge cock at the crack of Jack's ass.

"...what, all of it?" said Mike, his eyes wide.  "Okay big boy, close your eyes."

Then we saw Mike steady himself and dip his wick into Jack's hole.

"Sweet mother of God." the real Jack whimpered, as he watched the body-building porn actor ream his ass. He squirmed in his seat in the car and closed his eyes.

"Turn it off, turn it off! Jesus, please turn it off!" he said.

"Hmm. There's a great scene at the end. I think they call it the 'money shot' or something." said Helena. "Be a shame to miss it."

Jack swiped at the DVD player and screwed his eyes shut, clamping his hands against his ears to block out the squelching noises from the cut video.

Helena reached over a finger and pressed the 'stop' button. I folded down the lid and put the DVD player into Helena's footwell, stroking her bare leg as I did so. We waited a few moments for Jack to stop crying.

"Jack" Helena said, eventually. "Jack, we need to talk."

Jack opened up his eyes and dropped his hands to the seat beside him. At first it looked as though he was going to collapse, then some deep well of anger took over and his face turned very ugly.

"You dirty fucking miserable fucking bitches!" he said, trembling a little.

"Now Jack, don't go doing anything-"

"You fucking evil whores! I'll fucking kill you for what you did to me!"

Jack was faster than I thought. Before I had a chance to react, he had lunged forward in the seat and had grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerking my head painfully backward. The pain was immediate, but worse than that, I felt Jack's other hand clamp onto my throat and begin to squeeze. I felt the air begin to drain as he tightened his grip on my throat and began to strangle me. I couldn't see what Helena was doing but my mind was racing.  Why wasn't she pulling him off? Why was she letting him hurt me like this? Did she want him to murder me?

Stars were dancing in front of my eyes and my vision started going dim at the edges. I was convulsing, desperately retching for air but Jack had my head pinned back and was using his strength to hold on to my throat as I flailed against him.  I felt my fingertips go cold, then numb as my throat leaped and jumped underneath Jack's unrelenting fingers.

At a point where I was sure I was going to die, Helena's soft voice cut through the moment.

"Jack. Jack, let go of my sister or I'll shoot you."

The pressure on my throat lessened immediately and I drew in several tiny rapid gulps of air. Stars were still dancing in front of me and Jack still had a firm grip of my hair.  I glanced to the side and saw that my sister was holding a gun. A real gun.

"You let her go, Jack, or I will shoot you."

"Fuck you, freako bitch!" I heard him spit.  Helena cocked the gun.

"Jack, let me make this clear. If you do not let my sister go right now, I am going to shoot your dick off. I am not kidding you. Cassie is more precious to me than anything, and I will happily go to jail if it means protecting her. Let her go. Now."

There was a pause, then I felt a sharp, painful tug as Jack tore his hand away from my hair. I tumbled forward, then somehow managed to work the door handle and fall onto the tarmac outside. I knelt on the floor, curling myself into a tight ball against the pain from my scalp and the throbbing hurt from my throat. I was dimly aware of the other car door slamming shut and then there was Helena; my beautiful little sister, dropping to the floor beside me; holding me. The gun was discarded at our feet.

"Cassie?" she said. "Cassie, sis, are you okay? Oh Jesus, Cassie I'm so sorry. I never thought Jack would ever do something so stupid. I never- Oh God, Cassie, tell me you're all right!"

I let her hold me; let myself be enfolded in my sister's loving arms, and felt somehow that as long as Helena was with me, I'd be okay. Eventually, after hearing her voice break, I held up a hand and nodded.

"'m'okay" I whispered hoarsely. It hurt to speak. Hurt a lot, but I had to let her know that I was all right. Helena hugged me again, and helped me to sit more comfortably on the floor. I looked up through pain-filled eyes at Jack, who had locked himself in my car and who was searching for the keys. They were in my pocket.

He scrambled ineffectively then, changing tack, grabbed the DVD player and ripped it out of the machine, snapping the disc in two. He looked out at us and his eyes weren't angry any more. They were desperate and wild. The eyes of someone at the very edge of his last desperate hope.

"There are a lot more copies Jack" Helena said, still holding onto me. Jack sat for a moment in the driver's seat, looking for something to do. His body was still active with adrenaline, but his brain had effectively ceased to provide instructions for it.

Making sure I was okay, and with a kiss on my forehead so tender that I barely felt it, Helen got up and rapped a knuckle on the window. The gun was still on the floor a few feet away from me.

"Jack.  Open the doors Jack. Stop being such an ass. We need to talk. Set things straight. C'mon Jack. Enough of this."

And so it went on. For quite a few minutes. Helena trying to entice Jack out of the car he'd locked himself into. Eventually, he pulled the lock release, opened the door and got out. He stood dejectedly at the side of the car.

"Jack?" said Helena, peering at him as though examining a recently traumatised patient. "Jack, you're not going to go ape on me now, are you?"

Jack shook his head slowly. Helena extended one arm, palm facing upwards.

"Jack, I think I owe you this." she said then, before Jack had a chance to react, she whipped her hand forward and drew a stinging slap across his face.  Jack reacted in shock, bringing up his hands to his quickly reddening cheeks. Before he could utter a word, Helena had stepped in close to him and kneed him with eye-watering viciousness between his legs. He crumpled, instantly, to the ground, clutching unsuccessfully at his face and groin at the same time.

"The slap was for trying to blackmail us" I heard Helena say. "The other was for hurting my sister. You got off lightly, Jack. Now get up."

Immediately, every inch of him the beaten puppy, Jack got up from his knees and stood by the door, swaying slightly. 

"We're going to go home now." said Helena. "We're going to keep our distance and smile for our moms when we have to and we are never, ever, going to mention anything slanderous about me or Cassie, right?"

Jack nodded silently.

"We're going to forget that you tried to blackmail us. We're going to stop acting such an ass, and we're going to tell us everything we know about my mom - Aunt Pheobe."

At that, Jack shot my sister a startled look as though, despite everything, we had just discovered his darkest secret. Helena smiled.

"Cassie saw you with mom, Jack. And you're going to tell us everything. Everything you have to blackmail our mom, or we will send copies of your little gay fuck tryst to everyone we know. We will ruin you forever Jack, unless you do exactly what we say."

I struggled off the floor, reaching out as I did so to pick up the gun. I stood, close to my sister, with the gun hanging loosely at my side Jack gestured toward it.

"Just end it." he whispered hoarsely. "Just finish it."

My finger twitched on the trigger. It really did. It was involuntary and, later on, I would be glad that it wasn't already pointing in Jack's direction otherwise it might just have fired.

"Uh-uh" said Helena. "You aren't ever going to live this down that easily. You have answers to give us. Besides, you will come out of this with two things you can treasure forever."

Jack gave her an unsure look. I gave her an unsure look.

"When Cassie comes home with those bruise marks on her throat" Helena explained, "You can claim all the credit for fighting off the three guys who tried to mug her. That should make you sufficiently heroic for your mom."

Jack snorted, but whether that was from relief, or from irony, I couldn't tell.

"And the other thing that you can treasure forever," Helena continued, stepping up to him to prod him in the shoulder, "is the memory of watching the two most beautiful women on the planet fuck each other right in front of your eyes. Don't think that will ever be a cheap memory, Jack. You will never see better."

Helena gestured for Jack to get into the car, and he did so; quietly, sheepishly. As I was moving to get round to the passenger seat, I felt my finger squeeze a little and pull on the trigger.

My heart skipped a beat and I braced myself for the sharp crack of the bullet discharge. But there was nothing; only the click of an empty chamber.  I felt my hand begin to tremble, and suddenly everything; everything that had happened in a day that seemed to go on for ever, struck me all at once. I leaned against the bonnet of the car and felt all my strength drain away.  I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear my thoughts above what seemed to be a pounding headache and heard a dull clattering sound. I hadn't even felt the gun drop from my fingers.

I tried opening my eyes but found that they were shut tight and, when I slipped down across the side of the car and hit the floor, I didn't even feel the impact. 



Shooting with Helena Ch. 08



 [Cassie lies in a coma after her fight with Jack. Is the love of her sister enough to bring her back. This is the conclusion to 'Shooting with Helena'. I hope you enjoy it. C xx]

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Having a near death experience can be, so they say, a liberating experience. Some people who claim to have had such an encounter say that they've received revelations from past incidents, visions of futures to come, ineffable questions answered, or a feeling of lightness and nirvana as close to God as can be described. 

I felt none of those things.

In my near-death experience, all I felt was an empty, vast universe of nothingness. A place devoid of light, noise, movement or the passage of time. All I can remember of it is the feeling - the suggestion really - of an infinity of nothingness waiting out there to take me back. It was a very dark and frightening place.

It took me two weeks to awake from my coma, my infinity of blackness, and another two days before I could begin to speak again. My first words, when I forced the near-fatally bruise muscles of my throat to articulate them, were;

"Wsss Llllnnaaa?."

Which should've come out as "Where is Helena?" but failed to do so by some margin. For in those three days since I had woken - at night time as it turned out - I had not seen my sister. The hospital where I was being cared for was sterile and clinical, but the bed was comfortable and the nurses were kind. They sat with me, spoke or read to me, helped me to eat and bathe. Mom's visits were frequent and wonderfully loving. She would talk about everything that had happened in her day, or since she had seen me; going into great detail about how the egg she had cooked for breakfast had been more like a dairy Picasso than a regular fried hash. Or how she'd met old Mr Patterson at the store, and he'd asked her whether her twins (he always called Helena and I twins) had been to a girl guides camp during the summer (he still thought we were about twelve years old).

But Helena had not come to see me. I tried to ask mom questions about where my sister was, by using hand gestures or, on one occasion, attempting to write it down (that was a disaster too, let me tell you), mom would seem to understand, but change the subject. She would only ever say that everyone was okay, including Helena, and that we were all looking forward to you coming home as soon as possible.

Eventually, I gave up. I even got quite depressed that I could see her, touch her hand, have her kiss me gently. I missed her. Missed her so much I wanted, on one or two occasions, to tell the nurses why I missed her so much and how, as both Helena's sister and her illicit lover, she meant more to me than anything. But I didn't. I kept that part of my relationship with her a deep and unrequited secret. I also couldn't understand why she hadn't come to see me and teetered for many long moments between the emotions of anger (that she hadn't bothered to see me), and fear (that she had abandoned me). The fear was the worst. Fearing that my sister, my beautiful sexy little sister who had been my closest friend and most ardent lover, no longer wanted me was too painful to think about.

On the day that I uttered those non-words (after which I was too embarrassed to try again; I wanted to get my head straight first), a kindly looking middle aged doctor came into my room to see me. He sat on the chair beside my bed and asked me lots of questions about my health and well-being. I nodded, tried to smile, and gestured to my throat. 

He smiled back, lips his lips then said;

"Cassiope, I have to ask you a question. When you were attacked, do you remember being sexually assaulted?" 

I wondered what on earth he was talking about for a moment. Surely he could see that I had very nearly been strangled to death? Some other doctors had even spent long minutes trying to explain to me how close I had come to a complete organ failure as a result of it. What had sexual molestation anything to do with it?

And then my mind caught up with me and I realised that when I arrived at hospital they would have certainly checked me all over for other injuries. And, without a doubt, they would have found some evidence that I had recently had sex. Quite a lot of it, actually. And, of course, they would wonder if I'd been raped.

Not knowing what to say to that, and feeling more than an inch or two of guilt or shame or some other stupid caveman reaction steal over me, I simply turned my head the other way and looked out of the window to the hospital gardens.

The doctor laid his hand briefly, but only very briefly, on my arm.

"You're not pregnant." he said, as though that should have come as some kind of comfort. Still I said nothing and, I would later realise, that that silence would be taken for confirmation of my status as a rape victim. Over the next couple of hours I heard snatches of conversation between the doctors or nurses, picking out words like "...terrible attack..." and "...vicious trauma..." and "..lucky she wasn't injured more..."

I felt slightly giddy (and a little bit ashamed) that nothing could have been further from the truth. That I had not been brutalized and raped, but had loved and been loved back by the most beautiful woman in existence. By my sister, Helena.

Who I still had not seen since I woke from my coma.

That evening, after the doctor had spoken to me, mom arrived with a female police offer at her side. Mom looked worried, in that way that all generally innocent people seem to suffer a guilt complex in the presence of authority.

"Hey sweetie!" she said, stepping up close to the bed and kissing me on the forehead. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth and love in that kiss. She sat down and looked over her shoulder nervously.

"Um, Officer Payton here would like to ask a few questions, honey. Is that okay?"

In answer, I raised my eyebrows and smiled a little. Mom smiled back and vacated the chair, which Officer Payton took, assuming a very stiff pose because of all the equipment fastened to her belt. She was a stern-looking woman, in her late thirties or early forties. Trim, in the way that suggested hard hours at the gym, with short bleach-blonde hair ruffled a little at the top. She didn't have any make-up on that I could see. In fact, not much really to identify her as a woman other than a pair of breasts at least two sizes too big for someone of her build. They strained against her buttoned shirt and must have been awfully uncomfortable to carry.

"Ms Jones." she said, formally, setting her lips in a kind of grimace that was presumably meant to be a smile. Her voice had a thick country accent, Iowan maybe, but certainly not local.

"Can I call you-" she consulted a notepad "-Cassie?" 

I nodded.

"Cassie, I know that you can't speak right now, but I need to ask a couple of difficult questions about the attack the other day. Will that be okay?"

I nodded again.

"Okay. At about what time did the attack occur, as far as you remember? 

I wrinkled my brow, trying to think. We went to Sasha's at about eleven fifteen. Must have left there about one o'clock. After that, including the short drive to the car park where Helena and I confronted Jack, it must have been another hour at least. I looked over at officer Payton and raised two digits from my left hand.

"Two o'clock?"

I nodded. Officer Payton frowned, checked a couple of pages back in her notebook, then returned to me.

"Okay. Now the attack - and if you want me to stop, Cassie, just raise your hand up, okay? - how many attackers do you remember, two or three? More?"

I wrinkled my brow again, as though trying to remember. I had no idea what Helena or Jack had said to the police, but thought that I ought to aim low, blaming my memory rather than pitching wildly too high., I raised another two fingers.

"Two?" Officer Payton looked confused, then carried on. "What did they look like? Hispanic, white, black?"

I waved my hand a little. Can't remember, said the gesture. Pass.

"Okay, Cassie. Okay. You're doing fine. Now, this is going to be quite difficult. I know one of them singled you out and stra- uh put his hand to your throat. Do you remember falling to the ground, or being knocked down?"

I nodded.

"Okay. Now did one of your attackers take off your jeans and underwear?"

Another nod. 

"And did one of them force himself onto you?"

A reluctant, extremely guilty nod. In the background, Mom started crying softly. Officer Payton was scribbling notes on her pad. She asked me a few more questions, to all of which I was non-committal, then, when I held up my hand, she mirrored the gesture and folded up her notepad.

"Okay, okay. Thank you very much, Ms Jones. You've been very helpful. I'd like to come visit you when you're well enough to speak to take a full statement if that's okay?"

I nodded. Officer Payton stood up and laid an uncertain hand on my arm.

"You're lucky you had your cousin nearby to step in and save you." she said. "Quick thinking from your sister too."

I nodded, closing my eyes at the dreadful idea that Jack had somehow saved me.

Officer Payton went over and said a few words with mom, glancing over her shoulder once or twice and tapping her notepad. After a bare minute or two, she left the room and mom came over. She sat very close to me, and hugged me for a while, trying not to cry at the thought of her daughter all but confirming that she had been raped. At that point, I felt the most wretched that I'd ever been in my life. Only my inability to speak saved me from being a worse liar.

That night, after mom had gone home and the daylight outside had pitched itself well past the ninth innings, I drifted off into a strangely comforting sleep. When I awoke the next morning, it was the first time that it didn't make me wince whenever I swallowed. I felt oddly refreshed and focussed. When I reached into the vanity bag mom had brought for me, I felt something soft and pulled out a piece of tissue paper. I unfolded it and my heart skipped a beat. There were words written onto the tissue using the thin edge of a deep red lipstick. It was a message from Helena!

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them; reading the words.

Cassie, I've missed you so much. Will see you soon.

3 guys attacking. Two white, one Hispanic. You hit panic button, I called Jack who was at Wendell Place outlets (retro clothes store). You near car, dragged into rear alley.

Love you so much. H x

Next to the kiss was the imprint of a real kiss; that crinkled lip-shaped impression of the tissue being pressed to someone's lips. Helena's lips.

I folded the note tightly in my fist, then opened it and read it again. Mom must have told Helena about the police officer visiting me, and what I'd said to her. She must have stolen in during the night, or when I was asleep, and left me the message. Writing it in her lipstick, so I could rub it off. Always the clever girl.

I pressed the lip-impression to my own lips, closing my eyes as the tissue touched me, willing the kiss from my sister to be real.

I rubbed out the message, but tore out and kept the lip-imprint. I was still an impressionable teenager in love, after all.

That morning, I spoke properly for the first time, asking the nurses for some orange juice. There was some professional delight from the staff there, but concern when I said I wanted to go home that day. I called mom from my cell phone, and told her (in a still croaky voice) that I was checking out and coming home. Mom said she'd pick me up in an hours' time. 

Before that happened, I got another visit from Officer Payton. She strained at her bedside manner again, and said she wanted to check a few facts, now that I could talk. She sat on the chair by my bed and I injected the details Helena had left for me into the story. Officer Payton made a few grunting noises, as though what I had said suddenly made more sense, and asked me a few more. I tried to concentrate of embellishing the details Helena provided (without wildly exaggerating), but found myself constantly distracted by Officer Payton's enormous breasts. I suddenly had a yearning to see them unsaddled from her regulation police bra. To feel the weight of them in my hand. It was an odd feeling on a number of levels. I'd never had such urges for anyone other than my sister before now. I didn't particularly find Officer Payton (I convinced myself she would have to have a solid, sturdy name like Sandra, Tess, or Gaby). Besides, it was embarrassing to find yourself staring at a woman's breasts only two feet away from you.

Eventually, Officer Payton seemed satisfied that she wasn't going to get any more details from me and stood up.

"Thank you, ma'am." she said, standing formally, but in an upright way that made her breasts strain forward.

"I don't even know your name." I said, shaking her hand as she prepared to leave. 

"Chris." she said, smiling awkwardly and turning to leave. I nodded, feeling that that was somehow right.

Officer Payton stopped for a moment by the door and turned back to me.

"Short for Cristabel" she added, before leaving.

Wow, I thought. Just goes to show.

**

Mom was a bundle of fluster and excitement when she came to see me. Over my underwear, I put on a loose summer dress mom had brought with her, and a pair of sandals. Mom must have been in a hurry, because when she turned up, she was wearing jeans for just about the first time I'd seen in almost a year. She looked good in them; much younger, and her legs were still long and slim.

She hugged me gingerly, patting down the sides of my hair and kissing my cheek; smiling at me and admonishing me for trying to be too active. Then she helped me to check out of the hospital and we got back into her car and went home.

"I'm afraid Aunt Maddy had to go back home." said mom as she drove through some terrible later afternoon traffic. "I guess after everything, you would have wanted to say goodbye. At least to Jack. After what he did."

I had been prepared for something like that; some prompt that I should recognise Jack as my saviour. But even with that knowledge, it took an effort to smile and say;

"I know, mom. I'll send a card."

"You do that, sweetie." said mom, nodding. "You might want to send him a trinket or something too. Something personal that he won't forget."

I brightened at this, smiling more openly at the idea of sending Jack a very special memento of his time here with me, Helena and mom.

Mom parked up in the driveway and insisted - insisted - on helping me up to the house. As though I'd recently been paralysed or something. To be honest, though, I was dead, dead tired. All I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and have mom dote on me for an indeterminate number of hours. I wasn't to be fully disappointed.

Helena had not come home from some class or other at college, mom explained. My heart sank a little, but I was secretly pleased too. Pleased that I would get some rest and try to look a little better for her when I saw her. Somehow, even though I knew it was silly, I wanted to look my best for her.

Mom also insisted on fixing me a light meal and a drink while I went up stairs to lie down. But, by the time she had brought the tray up to my bedroom, I was fast asleep under the covers.

**

When I awoke, it was dark, but still early enough for activity to be heard on the street outside. I took a long, measured breath, feeling the air rush in past my bruised throat. As I breathed, I took in a full lung full of the scent of my own bed sheets; a warm, comforting scent that made me feel at home. There was another scent too. I turned my head.

"Hey sis." said Helena. She was sitting by the side of my bed, perched on the edge of my chair, her knees touching the bed and her hands clasped together between them. She looked dreadful, like someone who hadn't slept in a week. I stared at her for a moment; searching those deep green eyes of her, visually tracing the line of her jaw, the rise of her cheekbone, the smooth grace of her nose. 

"Why didn't you come to see me?" I whispered.

Helena attempted a nervous smile, saying;

"I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn't trust myself. I couldn't- Oh Cassie, do you forgive me? I couldn't bear not to be with you and not hold you and kiss you. And- and I didn't want to upset that. I didn't want to ruin what we have for each other. I'm so sorry!"

I reached over and pulled out her hand from between her legs.

"I just missed you" I said quietly. We held each other's hands for a moment, feeling the soft texture of each other's skin. "Come here." I said, tipping my head. Helena leaned forward to kiss me and, when she did, I felt stars swimming beneath my closed eyelids. Her lips were dry and I wasted no time in setting that right. But I was still quite fragile, and didn't want things to get out of hand. Helena must have sensed this too, because her kisses weren't urgent, passionate things. Just tender expressions of her love.

She got onto her knees by my bed and we held each other for a while.

"What happened with Jack?" I said, laying back down to give us some space. "What happened about him and mom?"

"I'll tell you all about it." said Helena.

And she did. Mom, like I would have done, had fallen for the classic blackmailer's trap; promising more and more things to satisfy someone who held something on them. In this case, it was a video, an old VHS cassette that Jack had somehow got hold of from over twenty years ago. Where he had got it from was a mystery. And how he had found it was also unknown. He had simply told Helena that he'd been fooling around on some chatrooms on the internet, and came across it (Helena suspected he had an inkling from Aunt Maddy, then actively chased it up). Anyway, the upshot of it was, Jack had a video, initially taken from an old hand-held cine-cam, or a hot blonde dancer stripping in a men's bar.

The hot blonde was, of course, mom.

Helena retrieved the VHS copy Jack had brought with him to blackmail mom, and reassured Jack that any infringement to our rules to him; anything at all, and the video of him ass- and gag-fucked by a gay porn star would be well circulated. When Aunt Maddy, Jack and Rachel left, Helena had the hard part of talking about it with mom.

Lena didn't talk too much about that conversation, but said that she told mom what Jack had said to her about the tape. Mom had nearly had a heart attack there and then, and had refused to talk about it. But Helena had persisted, saying that Jack had given her the tape, which she had destroyed, and that she'd got Jack to promise that nothing of its sort would ever happen again. Mom didn't give details about what she'd done to satisfy Jack, but had told Helena that it was "more than you'd expect from an aunt and her nephew."

At the end of a very long and painful conversation, Helena and mom had found a new strength, and confidence in each other. Mom got Helena to promise she would not mention it to me or anyone else, as she didn't want me to think of her as a pervert.

We both smiled at the irony of that part.

And, despite that, Helena had not entirely kept her word at all. She had not destroyed the tape. 

"So.... Do you want to watch it?" she said to me.

I thought about this. Did I really want to see a younger version of my mom, stripping off in a seedy club, oozing sex from every pore? Helena and I had a strange, beautiful and irreplaceable incestuous relationship, but I had no such feelings for mom. But was that because I had always seen her in that light? Given my feelings for Helena, would I feel different if I saw my mom in the prime of her youth; gyrating erotically round a pole, or up a catwalk? Could I, in that circumstance, find myself attracted to my mom? 




Shooting with Helena Ch. 08



As I was thinking that, mom knocked on the door.

"Cassie? Honey are you awake?"

"She's awake mom." said Helena, disengaging herself from my embrace and re-taking the chair. Mom came in, still wearing her jeans and a little black top.

"Hey sweetie!" she said, coming over to give me a kiss on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Hungry!" I said, quietly. Mom beamed.

"Good. I've got tons of food downstairs. I don't think any of us have eaten properly for a few days. What with Madeleine here and that horrid episode-"

She paused to close her eyes and shiver a little.

"-well. It's time we started being a family again."

I smiled. Mom got up to leave, and took Helena with her, saying that they should give me a little privacy to get dressed. Helena winked at me from the doorway.

Everything would be okay, I thought. As long as I had Helena.

END

*

[Thank you - all of you - who took the time to read my story of the loving sisters Cassie and Helena. There are some fabulous stories on Literotica, and some really wonderful writers. But for many of us, it's the chance to escape to our fantasy worlds. I'm glad I could take you along to one of mine. Cassie xx]



Shooting with Helena



"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 favour! Why don't you start acting like it already, Jeez!"

Helena broke away from me and moved toward Sasha; her hands raised placatingly. 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 were not giving Sasha's artistic direction enough rope. But more than that, I wondered if I were letting down my little sister. I had this huge guilt complex about letting Helena down 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" she said.

"Hey. Um, look, I wanted to apologise." 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 posed 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 was a test, I thought. A test to see if I meant what I said. 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' real sorry to 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 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 the role together.

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

"Okay, now up and apologise" 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 ra-ra skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees. 

"Okay good. Now apologise."

"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 better?" 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.

Lena 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.



********



A week passed by before Helena brought up te 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 laying 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 recognise who it is. Really."

I hmphed 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 softly." 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 photoshoot, 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 it, being serious. "Cassie, Sasha spoke to a friend of hers who is in the adult world. He gave Sasha space on his website 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 photoshoot 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!"

"woah woah woah" I said, pulling my hand away from hers; hating myself for not picking up on something once more. "did you say this guy was in the adult industry? 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 roleplay?"

I nodded, but remained unconvinced.

"Cassie, we could do a photoshoot 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 like teacher/student?" 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 feeing 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 hot, 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" she emphasised that word "role in a photoshoot. Make them five things from the thing you're most comfortable with, to the thing you'd pre 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 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 had the chance to make us 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, realising 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 sisters answers.

1.Kiss you (with tongues)

2.Caress you (naked).

3.Share a strap-on with you

4.Lick your pussy

5.Play with your ass

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 but we'd got over it). 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. 

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 all the 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 roleplay 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 centre 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 Cassie had first done it with Helena, they had been just into their teens and in a summer camp. Helena did it first; being told by Cassie to stop, then falling back and letting her sister catch her. When it came to Cassie's turn, someone else had shouted stop before Cassie was backing against Helena. Helena had told her sister to wait, then waited until she was in position then said "okay". Cassie had fallen back, trusting her sister completely, and being caught by her before she fell.

"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. "Playing with my ass? Sharing sex toys?"

"Sure. I wouldn't trust anything that had been inside anyone else."




Shooting with Helena



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 roleplay, 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 roleplay." 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 photoshoot - 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 roleplay 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, saw that there was something smudging the glass and went to pick it up. But I stopped myself as I recognised 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 clinch. 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, playing with her ass at the same time.

I looked away, realising that my heart was beating faster than it ought to.

"Jeez, Lena. I didn't know you were into all 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. Do you see the difference?"

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

"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.



*******



In the morning, I got up, used the bathroom, then got ready for my shower. I closed the door on the cubicle and felt the warm soapy water cascade down my head and back. I had my eyes half closed when I noticed the movement outside the door and nearly slipped over in shock. 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, her towel wrapped loosely around her.

"Hey" she said, flashing me a smile. I felt a bit bad for snapping at her, and said so. 

"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. Lena went to enter my shower but stopped and turned back to me.

"Hey" she said

"What?"

"What's wrong with this picture?" she said, frowning. I crossed my brows together.

"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.

"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 own 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 look 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 turned back to my shower and stepped in.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know what to think. There was a part of me that was still cross with my sister 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 and made the impulse decision. I got up, walked over to the shower cubicle and opened the door, making Lena yelp. She was soaped up and hand 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. Luckily 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 when you're angry. 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. We held each other for a moment, then pulled back - only a little - and said;

"See? This isn't so bad, is it?"

"No" I said, smiling despite getting wet once more. Lena carried on holding me.

"Stay with me" she whispered. I wondered if this were another test for me, 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 rubbing up against hers. I felt my nipples brush and drag against her back, and her ass cheeks rub against 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 said, leaning forward. Helena leaned back into my until we were in a close back-to-front hug, my breasts squashed against her back.

"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 said, smiling. I smiled back. And 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 my 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 s-" I began, then caught my own breath as I felt Helena dip a hand between my legs and touch me there. She stared at me.

"How far do you want this to go?" she said, huskily. I pressed forward a little, into the touch of her hand. Somehow the hiss of the shower seemed a long way away. 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. I've got to-" I said, backing into the door and opening it. I stumbled out, picking up my towel and wrapping it around me as I reached my bedside table and picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I said, taking the call and realizing how broken my voice sounded. I daren't look round to my shower unit 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 theatric pause as Tamara took an overly deep breath. "I said, do we need to bring in that book on 'design journalism and photos' for college today? Only I've lost it 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 lovelife than about any college book. I sat by the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, only half listening to my friend talk about how much she worried her boyfriend didn't think of her. Minutes ticked past and I had trouble keeping my mind on the call, and away from the very intimate and shocking clinch I had just shared with my sister.

Tamara accused me on not listening (which was true), whined at me, then cut me off. I snapped shut my cell phone and opened my eyes. The sound of he 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 to I turned the handled and went inside. It was empty. Helena had gone already.

******

Later that evening, after a mind-numbingly boring media class at college, 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 make 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 realised none of that mattered either. Because Helena was my only sister, and I loved her. And it broke me up not to be happy with her. 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 handle and walked in. Helena was sitting in front of her dresser, putting on some eye liner. 

"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 '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 hell, 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 any of Helena's friends, but didn't want to ruin the new closeness we'd just repaired. "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 make-up. 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. Then I put on some simple make-up; lipstick, rouge and eye-liner / 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 on her lips.

"So 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 whilst 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 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 her 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 the cubicles in front of me. 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 a friend of mine out there who's never met you, but I want to see if they can spot the difference."