Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” she said, flashing me a smile.

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

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

“Hey,” she said.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” she said, “do my hair for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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