Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Anne

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

I came across this site just a few weeks ago. Before that, I would have never even been remotely interested in what goes on here. Not that I’m not interested in sex, but I don’t spend all that much time thinking about it. If I had seen this kind of thing before, I would have just assumed everyone here to be lonely perverts who couldn’t get sex on their own, so they have to write about it. I would have never been interested in anything like this.

I came here by accident, but curiosity got the better of me, and I started to read some of the stories. Even as I’m writing this, I still can’t believe what I’m doing. I was almost appalled by the topics of stories as I scrolled through them, but given what I’m about to share, perhaps I was just surprised that I wasn’t alone in what I was thinking.

I guess this is actually what I was looking for, but it just wasn’t the forum I was expecting. Even as I read through all the stories, I still don’t see what the attraction is. Do people actually get off on this stuff? I mean, pictures and stuff I guess I understand, but this? It just seems a little weird to me that people sit in front of their computers, pleasuring themselves to this. I was also amazed at the number of stories written about this particular subject. I would have never imagined, in my wildest dreams, that there would be people out there who actually thought about this, let alone partake in it. A few weeks ago, I was in the popular opinion that incest was left to inbred hillbillies, and no normal person would even think about such a thing.

For days I scrolled through endless pay-sites and other perverted crap, trying to seek out advice on the subject, hoping that somewhere, somebody could help me, or us. The more disturbing images of young boys and girls with old men and women that I scrolled through, the more disgusted I got, until I came here. Days of looking at this stuff had me wondering what was on people’s minds.

So if this is so disturbing to me, what was I doing looking at it? I was looking for help, or advice, anything to justify what had happened, but all I got was staged pornography, until I found this site. Like I said, it wasn’t really what I was looking for, but at least it was real. I don’t mean the stories are real, but they were written by real people, and not somebody looking to make a quick buck on some poor slob’s perverted fantasies. The only real “saving grace” was the amount of people, men and women, who seemed to think about this kind of sex. At least it made me feel as if I wasn’t a freak.

Well, maybe I am, but at least I’m not alone, and somehow that makes me feel a little better. Then I got to thinking that maybe if I share my story, somehow that would help me feel as if what happened could be justified. I don’t think it will, but at this point I’m willing to try anything. I guess if you can’t beat ‘em…

Okay, so here goes…

It was a few weeks ago on a Friday night, and I didn’t feel like doing much of anything but vegging out on the couch. I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, only to find when I got to the couch, my sister obviously had the same idea.

My sister and I get along well, now that we’re older anyway. I guess that’s typical of sisters, and we’re really no exception to the natural order of things. At least we weren’t until that night. Anyway, we had no problem hanging out together, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for us to do so. We are both very social, and often run in the same circles of people. That’s not to say we’re always together, but you know what I’m saying. Basically we have, or had a very “normal” sibling relationship. Reading through some of these stories, people insinuate that there was always some sort of sexual tension or attraction between siblings growing up. I can safely say that was absolutely never the case with my sister and I. I mean, she’s a pretty girl, but she’s my sister, and I never would have ever thought of anything like that. The thought of it for either of us would have just been inconceivable, at the very least.

Anyway, we were both on the couch watching a movie. My head was at one end and hers at the other. We shared a big crochet blanket between us. She was wearing sweatpants, a shirt and socks, and her hair was pulled back in a clip, just in case that’s relevant. In other words, there was nothing remotely sexual about the situation. It was all pretty standard.

We hung out for a while, just watching the movie and being normal. Every now and again we would shift our positions, trying to remain comfortable, but basically my feet were behind her back, and hers in front of me. After a while our legs were kind of entangled together, but I was really too involved in the movie to even notice. Besides, it was still nothing that I would consider out of the ordinary, so I didn’t really give it any thought.

It was about an hour or so later that my attention was suddenly averted from the movie. I think I was somewhere between sleep when I realized that my foot was nuzzled tightly in my sister’s crotch, and hers in mine. This, of course was not intentional, and I don’t think that either of us had even realized it. The only thing that made me even realize it was the steady pressure on my toes. As my mind began to focus more on what was happening, I noticed the heat growing between her legs, and could have sworn that she was even a little wet. I also noticed that I was feeling the same way. I glanced in her direction, and I could see that her eyes were closed, confirming that she was most likely not aware of what was happening.

I could feel her womanhood through her clothes on my bare foot, and without giving it another thought, I tried to pull myself away from her. My toes curled as I tried to pull my foot out from between her closed legs, and pressed harder into her. At the same time. Her foot pressed harder into me. Her hips pushed forward into my foot, making it harder for me to get away from her. I glanced back at her face, and her expression hadn’t changed, leading me to believe she was asleep. The more I wiggled my foot, trying to free it from her grip, the harder she squeezed her legs together and pressed herself into me. I could actually feel her rubbing herself against my toes, and I could fell her pressing her foot into me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and at the same time, her foot was stimulating me as well. I had to stop this.

I tried to sit up so I could get better leverage to pull my foot from her grip, when she started intentionally wiggling her toes into my crotch. Her toe massaged my stiffening clitoris and sent a jolt through my body, causing me to grab onto her foot. I slid back into my original position, and to my dismay, I let out a small groan of approval as her toes continued to stimulate my clit.

Her hips were now moving steadily against my toes, and her foot was working on me, bringing me to orgasm. She began to moan, and it became obvious what was happening. I held her foot in my hand, originally intending to move it, but for some reason, I held her steady as her toes continued to massage me. I began to react to her probing toes, and returned the favor to her. She moaned loudly once again, and my head fell back on the arm of the couch. I was completely giving in to my impending orgasm. I felt my sister sit herself up slightly, and her foot job became more intentional on my aching clit. She grabbed on to my bare foot, sliding it higher on herself, moaning her approval as I must have made better contact to her. There was no doubt she was awake now, and I didn’t care. My orgasm was building, and It was too late to stop.

Our hips were pumping as we held each other’s foot against ourselves. We were both close to orgasm, and we wiggled our toes against one another, coaxing the inevitable. Suddenly, I could feel her pussy contracting against my foot. She let out this low, deep moan, and her body seemed to stop moving. I felt her muscles pounding against my foot as a rush of warm wetness soaked my toes.

Suddenly, my own orgasm gripped my body, and I felt as if I couldn’t speak. I had never experienced anything so powerful, and if I had the ability to reason at that moment, I may have been scared at the complete lack of control over my own body. I could feel this warm gush of fluids emerge from between my legs, and my whole body shook. I could feel myself being jostled around as my sister’s spastic movements shook my body. It was unlike anything I could have ever imagined as my body convulsed with pleasure. I’m still not sure of what it was exactly that I had experienced. This was unlike any orgasm I’ve ever felt. My body was locked up, as though I was being electrocuted, as this immense pleasure coursed through me. It lasted for several minutes, and felt as though it would never end. One after the other, this intense pounding pleasure gripped my body, until it finally vanished, leaving my whole body twitching uncontrollably. Even after it passed, I still felt as if it wasn’t finished, and I felt as though I was on the verge of yet another orgasm.

Our eyes never made contact as our bodies tried to recover from what we had experienced. I had almost forgotten that I wasn’t alone until my sister hurried passed me. I didn’t even feel her move away from me. My pussy still burned as though I needed release, and my fingers immediately went down my shorts. My shorts were absolutely soaked through, and it was as if a gallon of cum had escaped my body. Everything below my waist was soaked, and my fingers glided over my still throbbing clit with ease. It was so big and hard, and I never felt myself like that before. It was almost foreign to me, but I was too far gone to care. My fingers pressed against my swollen gland, and I immediately shook with another orgasm, this time returning me back to reality. My moans of pleasure turned to sobs as my eyes filled with tears. I lay on the couch with my hand down my pants, sobbing hysterically as the reality of what just happened ripped through my conscience.

I didn’t move for what seemed like hours as I cried hysterically at what just happened. Finally the shame of what I just did hit me, and I tried to get as far away from where it all happened as fast as I could. I somehow made my way to my room and fell on my bed. It was as though every bit of energy was drained from my body, and it took everything I had just to make the ten-foot walk to my room. I was numb, and I couldn’t feel any part of my body, except my swollen sex. It seemed as though everything was five-times bigger. I think I must have passed out as soon as I hit my pillow. The only comforting thought that went through my mind was that whatever guilt or shame I was feeling my sister was sure to be feeling too, and at least I wasn’t alone. I don’t know why that made me feel any better, but somehow it did.

The next few days, my sister and I avoided each other like the plague. There was no way I could face her, and I was sure she was feeling the same thing. I had so many things going through my head, that I couldn’t focus on just one of them long enough to sort them out. I was disgusted by our actions, and was sure that our relationship had been completely destroyed from that moment on. After all, there was no way we could face each other again.

The other thing that was disturbing me was how powerful my feelings were. Every time I thought of her, my stomach fluttered, and it terrified me. What did it mean? Was it nausea or elation? I kept reflecting on the feelings I had experienced, and how I never felt anything so powerful, so wonderful in my whole life. Was it just a freak thing, or was it my sister that caused them? I questioned my sexuality, and my feelings for my sister until I felt like I was on the brink of insanity. What scared me the most was that the only person who could understand, the only person who I could talk to about it was the one person I couldn’t bear to face. I actually had to laugh at the irony when that realization crashed onto me.

I knew I couldn’t let another day pass without facing up to what had gone on between us. I tried to rationalize the whole thing by diminishing what had happened. It was so stupid when I thought about what had actually happened, and I couldn’t believe that it was causing me so much distress. I wondered if my sister was even thinking any of this. Maybe to her it was no big deal, and I was agonizing over this all alone. I needed to know.

Just as I was getting up enough courage to seek her out, there was a knock at my door. I opened it up to find my sister there, looking down at the floor. It was almost disturbing to see her in the state that she was in. I had never once seen her like this, and it frightened me a little. She was my big sister still, but something was different, and I’m sure she sensed it too. Without a word I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room, closing the door behind her.

We just stood there without speaking for several minutes. She was still looking straight at the floor, holding her arms tightly around her body. Her normally beautiful hair hung straggled around her as she stared at her feet. She looked like I felt, and it was obvious that we had been thinking the exact same things.

I opened my mouth to speak, still unsure of what I was going to say when her body started to shake and I heard her sniff. It became apparent that she was crying. Just as I moved closer to her, she fell into me, sobbing hysterically. We held on to each other and cried. I hated to admit it, but it was probably the closest we’d ever been at that moment. Even though it was pain and confusion that we were both feeling, it was somehow beautiful. Her body was comforting next to mine, and as we cried together, it was as If we were helping each other. It made me feel as though everything was okay. At least, everything that had happened was okay. Now the only question was where we were going to go from here. I don’t think either one of us could have answered that question, or predicted the answer. We silently agreed to see where we wound up.

Her head rested on my shoulder, and mine on hers. I felt her warm tears soaking through my T-shirt, and it sent chills through my body. I suddenly became aware of her body pressed against mine. Our thin T-shirts were the only thing between us, and I could imagine her nakedness against mine, so much so that I could almost feel it. Something about that thought stirred something inside me.

She left my room without either one of us speaking a word, but somehow, I felt better, as I’m sure she did as well. We could just forget the whole thing ever happened, and maybe we could get away with that.

That night, I was in bed, watching television in my own room. I wasn’t really paying any attention to it, but I was too tired to do anything else. I wasn’t really thinking about anything, enjoying the rest my mind was getting after it had been in overdrive for the past few days. Just as I was dozing off, there was a knock at my door again. I called for whoever it was to come in. It was just my mother, seeing if everything was okay. Obviously mine and my sister’s recent behavior had not gone unnoticed by her, and she was trying to find out what was wrong. I told her that I just wasn’t feeling well. She mumbled something about my sister’s similar condition, and how there must be something going around. Obviously she had already questioned her and she gave my mom the same excuse. I knew that she was just trying to make sure everything was alright between us in her interest to keep harmony in the family. I assured her that we were okay, and she seemed to accept it. She asked if I wanted to join her and my father for dinner and maybe a movie, but I declined. Apparently, so had my sister. She told me to get some rest, and she’d see me later.

I heard them leave, and shortly after there was yet another knock at my door. It could only be one person, so I called for her to come in. She walked into my room and sat down at the foot of my bed. She asked about mom’s line of questioning, confirming to me that she had indeed received the same treatment. It really wasn’t important, but it was nice that we were talking, seemingly without any weirdness between us. At least I was drawing that conclusion until my sister changed the subject.

She lay herself next to me on the bed and put her hand on mine. I felt myself shake nervously at her touch. Kind of like when someone tells you to remain still, and you feel your body moving, just because you’re more aware of it. I held my breath, and avoided looking at her as she spoke. I was more aware of her body next to mine, and her hand touching mine that I wasn’t paying any attention to what she was saying. Suddenly, without warning, she kissed me. Not like a sisterly kiss, but an intimate kiss. Without thinking, as if it were a natural reaction, I kissed her back. It was passionate. Tender and loving, and probably the best kiss I had ever felt. Within minutes she was in my bed, and our hands were grabbing for each other, pulling clothes off as we kissed like two lovers.

It was almost as if I was dreaming as we touched and tasted each other. It was the first time that I had ever truly made love. Neither one of us had ever even considered sex with another woman before, but it happened naturally. We seemed to know exactly what to do, and it was the most perfect thing ever. There was no awkwardness, no shame or guilt, just love. It was incredible. We experienced sexual pleasures beyond what we had previously experienced. Whatever was happening between us was beyond anything I could have imagined, and after that night, there is no way we can ever go back to the way things were.

So that’s how I wound up here. I need to know where we are headed from here. How can this work? My sister is now my lover, and it’s the most intense thing I have ever experienced. So maybe we are sick and perverted, but we’re happy. I guess no one really has the answers, so we’ll just have to see where this goes. After writing this, I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter anyway, as long as we are together. I guess I should never judge anyone for what they are thinking, because you never know when you’ll find yourself in the same situation!

The End

By Cassie

Justine’s hands cupped Kelly’s face between them, framing her beauty as the two women kissed.

“Oh, my sister,” whispered Kelly, breathing between kisses. “You make me feel so alive.”

Justine responded with more kisses to her twin sister’s face. She felt the same — knew that somehow, being with Kelly completed her, fulfilled her every sexual desire. And right then, she wanted more.

Rolling to one side, she motioned for her sister to get up on all fours. Kelly did this while Justine reached down to a bedside cabinet and felt around inside, finally withdrawing a long, pink vibrator she often used.

Positioning herself behind and to one side of her sister, Justine played the sex toy over Kelly’s pussy, teasing and prodding before gently sliding the plastic shaft deep inside the juicy hole.

“Justine! Oh yes, yes….”

Reacting to her own unbridled arousal, Justine lowered herself toward her sister’s hips and, slowly fucking her sister with the buzzing vibrator, closed her mouth over Kelly’s spread anus, flicking her tongue at the soft, puckered rosebud.

The reaction was instantaneous as Kelly whipped her head round to look behind her. “Jus-tine!”

But the rest of her body didn’t protest, and Justine gave in to her desire as she tongued her sister’s ass, flashing the vibrator in and out of Kelly’s increasingly wet pussy all the while.

Suddenly craving a taste, Justine pulled the vibrator free and sucked the end of it before replacing it between Kelly’s thighs, once more using it to invade her sister. She repeated this action several times, sharing the glory of intimate sex as she rimmed Kelly and groped the woman’s breasts with her free hand.

Eventually, Kelly turned her head once more to speak to her sister, this time in a less urgent, but insistent, way. “Justine, I want to see you. I want to hold you.”

Justine flopped back on the bed, giggling — her mind a whirl of emotions, passions and thoughts she could barely comprehend. Kelly joined her and the two identical twins held and caressed each other until the fire of their passion merely simmered between them.

At length, after much exhaustive kissing and probing with eager fingers, Justine gazed at Kelly with half-lidded eyes. “Do you want to try something?” she asked.

Kelly was incredulous. “There’s more to try!?”

Justine giggled again and held her sister tightly for a moment, relishing in the softness of her slim, naked form. “Oh, Kelly, there’s a whole world of things we haven’t tried yet!” she said. “This is only the very beginning. The aperitif.”

Kelly hugged Justine back in almost the same fashion, then flicked the stray hair to one side and looked at her sister. “Yes,” she said, simply. “Whatever it is, I’ll try it. With you, anything.”

They kissed again on impulse, marvelling in that almost-exactly identical closeness of lips and tongues, then Justine rolled away and fumbled inside the bedside cabinet — this time, with both hands. Her backside was facing Kelly, and the twin sister took the advantage to trace circles round and round the tight perfect buttocks with her fingertips.

“That tickles!” said Justine, with all the complaint of a very willing victim. Soon, she resurfaced from her exploration of the cabinet, brandishing a long, snake-like dildo with faux-penis heads at either end. To Kelly, it looked slightly monstrous.

“I won this,” Justine said, grinning evilly, “at a lingerie party two years ago.”

“Won it?”

“Mmm-hmm. I won first place in the stuffing contest.”

“Do I want to know what that was?” said Kelly.

Justine barely stifled the embarrassed smirk she’d been trying to hide. “Let’s just say it involved a lot of novelty candy and a lot of relaxation!”

“Oh, my God!” gasped Kelly.

Justine reached behind her for a tube of lubricant. “You ready to see if it fits?”

“We’re doing this together, right?” Kelly said nervously.

Justine giggled, then motioned for Kelly to sit facing her, legs open and crossed over hers in a scissor-fashion. Then, gently inserting one lubed end of the double-dildo into her own pussy, gripped the other end and began to slowly feed it into her sister.

At first, there was still some length of the ribbed snake-like dildo remaining between them but, as each relaxed into a rhythm of masturbation with the toy, the length of it shortened and shortened until each woman could feel the grinding of her sister’s pussy against her own, speared by each end of the huge dildo as they both gripped each other’s hands for support. They rocked back and forth, rubbing and gyrating with the fullness of the dildo inside them.

At one point, Justine was unable to make eye contact with her sister, she was too intently concentrating on the movement and rhythm between her hips as the double-dildo gyrated inside her. She could feel Kelly’s smooth vulva rubbing between her legs, feel the tight grip of her sister’s hand as Kelly clung on to her in their sexual tryst.

It was the sharp intake of breath that made Justine open her eyes. Kelly’s shrill, almost pained cry struck a note of fear in Justine’s heart. But when she looked up, she saw that it was that shocking moment of unexpected ecstasy that prompted Kelly to cry out. Looking at her was like gazing at her mirror image, and Justine wondered if that was how she too appeared at the point of orgasm.

Kelly bucked on the double-dildo, tightly clutching Justine’s hands. She’d never, ever before felt so sexually fulfilled. And she was hungry for more of the same feeling. Hungry for that ecstasy she’d only yet known since being with Justine. And, she knew with a growing realisation, she was hungry for her own sister. Yes, desperate for her. Not just a look-alike. Not because she had suddenly come out of the closet. All she knew, within her heart, was that she wanted Justine and only Justine.

“Oh God!” she blurted out, trembling from her belly downwards as her body convulsed in orgasm, then gradually relaxed.

Slowly, with infinite care, Justine withdrew one end of the dildo from her sister’s pussy and ran her fingers up and down the now free end of the shaft. She knew that she had her orgasm yet to come, and knew what she wanted to get it. Only a moment’s hesitation stopped her. But she knew that she could trust Kelly with anything, and her sexual boundaries were something Kelly would surely come to test and explore.

She lay back, one end of the dildo still inside her pussy, the other in her hand. “I need this bit inside me, too,” she breathed, catching her twin’s eye.

“But — but how?” Kelly stammered.

“In my ass. I need to feel both ends inside me. Please, Kelly.”

Justine didn’t wait for her shocked sister to say or do anything, but curled the dildo inwards and began rubbing the slick, rounded end against her anus. Closing her eyes to relax, she began to work the second end of the toy into her rectum, hearing herself catch her own breath as the rounded head squeezed into her hole.

The position was awkward, and she had to hold on to both ends of the toy to keep either one from slipping out. But the sensation of being filled, the feeling of being penetrated at both wonderfully sensitive holes — this was something that turned Justine on immensely.

She felt Kelly’s hands on the tops of her upraised knees. “Do you — do you like that, then? In your… bum?” Kelly said nervously.

“Mmm. Agh. Oh, yes. Oh God, it feels good, Kelly. But I c-can’t hold on to it for very long.”

As she said it, she felt the pussy end of the dildo begin to slip out. As it flicked out and over her swollen clitoris, she felt Kelly move in close toward her and take hold of the toy. Justine looked down across her body and watched in amazement as Kelly began to suck the free end of the dildo, filling her mouth with her twin’s flavour.

Justine clenched the anal end of the dildo, trying to make sense of the feelings she was now experiencing.

“Do you want to keep that end in?” Kelly said, eyes wide, but still holding onto the double dildo.

“Yes,” Justine breathed. “Oh, yes.”

Kelly nodded and, kneeling close between her sister’s legs, began to work the dildo slowly in and out of Justine’s anus. As she did this, she bent her head low and began to flick her tongue at the pink flesh of her lover’s pussy. Kelly filled more and more of her with the dildo — three, four, then at least five inches up inside her ass.

Justine arched her back — she could take no more, but wanted to. She clamped her hands down on her sister’s head as Kelly feasted on her pussy, licking and sucking with a renewed energy.

Kelly knelt up to look at Justine, concentrating on pumping the dildo in and out of her twin’s asshole. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, biting her lip and breathing quick and fast.

“Yes! Yessss!” breathed Justine, surrendering her body to Kelly’s wonderful touch.

“You dirty little bitch,” Kelly said, playfully. “You dirty little—” But her words were lost as she dived back down to kiss, lick and suck at her sister’s pussy.

Justine’s orgasm was sudden and monstrous. She felt as though something inside her was coming to pieces. Never, in all her days as a sexual creature, had she ever experienced something so powerful.

Kelly began to tug the dildo out of Justine’s ass, knowing that at the peak of orgasm her pussy would be especially sensitive.

But Justine stopped her. “No! No. Gently, gently. Always gently with the ass,” she said.

Kelly nodded and slowly withdrew the dildo from her sister’s rectum. Dropping the sex toy over the side of the bed, Kelly experimented with a touch of her fingertip against Justine’s slightly gaping anus.

“I ain’t never done nothing like that before,” she said. “I ain’t never even thought of it.”

Justine smiled and, reaching out, drew her sister up toward her until the two were lying side by side. Ignoring the sticky fingers and swollen sex organs, they cuddled playfully with each other, marvelling in the soft touch of each other’s bare skin. Justine traced her fingertips across Kelly’s face, lingering on her full red lips as Kelly tickled her fingernail with her tongue.

“I’ve never done that before either,” said Justine, truthfully. She had no doubt that her sexual experiences were greater than her sister’s, but also knew that there was so much more she could, and would do with Kelly. More than she could have previously imagined.

“I love you,” she said, not knowing where the words came from, but meaning them from the bottom of her heart.

Kelly smiled sleepily, as though the sex they’d had was a just-completed marathon. “Love you too, sis,” she murmured.

They held each other for a long while, exchanging soft strokes of each other’s arms, thighs and shoulders. Finally, Justine felt Kelly drift into a deep slumber.

For her part, she stayed awake quite a bit longer, gazing at this newfound love, this soulmate and sexual partner. Again and again, these words spun through her tired mind. She’s my sister. She’s my lover. She’s my girlfriend.

A whirlwind of thoughts took her off to sleep, wrapped in Kelly’s loving arms.

Epilogue

It was the Wednesday after the day Kelly first came round to visit Justine’s flat, and the two flame-haired sisters had scarcely left each other’s company.

Justine knew that her life had entered a new chapter. She found herself in a situation she could never have predicted, knew a happiness she could never have dared to hope for. Her heart sang whenever she was in her sister’s company. She marvelled again and again at how much she could love and be loved by this wonderful woman. They shared more and more of their lives and histories with each other, compared wishes, desires and ambitions at every intimate level.

And they had sex. More sex than either had ever enjoyed in such a brief time. And it wasn’t all carnal, penetrative sex like past boyfriends had subjected them to. Sometimes it was nothing more than cuddling naked on the floor, watching TV and exploring each other with the gentlest of fingertips. It was like the first few days of a wonderful dream that they shared with each other. And it quickly taught them two things.

The first was that they never wanted to be apart from one another. Their hearts and bodies yearned for each other in a way that neither could deny. But their mutual love also taught them that they had to be careful. Already, neighbours and people close to Justine could see that there was something unusual about this identical vision of Justine who had appeared from nowhere.

And so the sisters made plans to move. Sell their respective properties in Ashford and Brighton and move somewhere else, somewhere that they could live with each other and build anew. Build new friendships and new careers, but always with each other. And, perhaps, with some old friends as well.

*****

Justine adjusted the webcam and turned to her sister.

“Are you ready?” she said, arching her eyebrows for effect. Kelly nodded. “No fucking this up, okay, Kelly?”

“Jus-tine…” Kelly moaned, rolling her eyes. “You made me practise it enough, right?”

“Yeah, well. I just don’t want it to go wrong, especially as — oh, bugger! Look at the time, come on! She’ll be online now.”

Kelly sighed, lightly squeezing her sister’s arm. “Relax, love.”

Justine settled herself in to the computer chair and fired up the machine, adjusting the webcam for a wider-field view. As the internet sprang into life, she clicked onto the various things she wanted and, after a few moments, a live video window popped up on one side of her monitor. An image fuzzed into focus and Justine, knowing the same would be happening on the other person’s screen, presented her best ‘sad’ face.

“Hi Justine! Long time no speak. How’s that left ear?” said Jan as the image of her English friend filled the video window. The last time she heard from Justine, the English girl was very upset, having found her sister, then lost her in some way. She hoped that, in some small way, the Sister in Love website had been of some comfort to Justine.

So with all that racing through her mind, Jan wanted to put on a brave face and sound cheery. But already she could see that Justine looked less than happy. The pretty English redhead was barely keeping the tears from her eyes as she struggled to raise her own smile.

“My—muh—my ear’s okay,” she said.

“Justine, my friend, what’s wrong? You look awful.”

At that, the image of the flame-haired woman pixellated as she broke down and cried.

“Oh Jan!” she said, through the tears. “Jan, everything’s gone wrong and it’s all your fault!”

“My fault? How?”

“Well, it was you who introduced me to Sister in Love, and to all these thoughts and ideas I had. And it was you who encouraged me to find my sister, and then I did and now I’ve lost her and all because of you!”

There was anger in Justine’s voice but, more than that, there was hurt. Jan could almost feel it, and she felt sorry for the girl, even if the anger was unjustified.

“Justine, please. Talk to me. You said that you found your sister, but now she’s lost?”

“Yes! Yes, damn it. I found her and lost her, and it’s all down to you!”

Jan rubbed her eyes as she tried to pull her thoughts together. There must be some way of talking to Justine without further upsetting her.

“Justine, wait. I’m sorry if I said anything, but I don’t know what you mean. How have you lost your sister? Has she — has she — I’m sorry to even mention this — but has she passed away?”

There was a short burst of noise from the English girl’s side and something almost sounding like a bark of… laughter? But no, Justine looked worse than ever.

“No! She’s not dead, Jan! She’s lost. I’ve lost her.”

“Lost? But how?”

“Well,” said the English girl, gathering herself together and combing back her hair with her fingers, “you see, I put her down here somewhere this morning, but now I can’t find her.”

“What? You put her down somewhere? I don’t under—”

As she said this, a second, identical image appeared in the back of Justine’s video window. The identical image of Justine smiled broadly, gave a broad wink, then placed a finger in front of her lips in the universal ‘Shhhh’ sign.

Her fears now banished, Jan smiled, ready to burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, Justine was still acting as though her world had ended. “I’ve lost her, Jan. Lost her! Can’t you help me to find her?”

Jan watched as Justine’s obvious twin planted a soft kiss onto the English woman’s left ear, then moved away.

Justine spun round, as if in shock. “Wha—? Who’s there!?”

Justine’s twin reappeared on the other side and blew softly into her right ear. Justine looked straight into the camera, appearing every inch the desperate woman.

“Help me, Obi Jan Kenobi! You’re my only hope!”

Jan giggled. Couldn’t help herself. And, after a moment or two, the video feed showed the faces of Justine and her incredibly identical twin sister side by side. The two were smiling.

“Hey, Jan!” said Justine. “Hope you liked the show. And now, I’d like to introduce my twin sister, Kelly.”

“Hi, Kelly.”

“Hi, Jan. Justine’s told me loads about you.”

“I hope she lied and it was all good.”

“It was very good,” said Justine, cutting in, “and all absolutely true.”

The two sisters grinned at each other and then, to Jan’s genuine surprise, kissed each other briefly on the lips.

“We just wanted to say thanks, Jan. Thanks for everything. We’re not sure where things will go from here, but we’ve found each other and never want to be apart.”

“Yeah, thanks, Jan.”

Jan was literally speechless, and felt a tear begin to travel down unbidden from her eye. She felt her heart pulling strings she didn’t know she had, and was very glad of it.

“We’ve got to go now,” said Justine, “but we wanted to say we’ll be in touch soon, and that — hey — some stories can have a happy ending.”

The two girls kissed once more in front of the camera, this time a slower kiss with more passion. Justine reached out and cancelled the video feed, leaving that image burned into Jan’s mind.

Jan slowly shook her head, a warm smile on her lips as she stared at the after-image on the blank computer screen.

“Brit girls are so sweet,” she sighed.

The End