Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassie

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

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

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

“I, uh, I spoke to Sasha today.”

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

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

“Uh, yeah. Right.”

There was a moment or two of silence.

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

“Uh, huh? Cool.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So did she sell it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We weren’t getting off, we were—”

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

I nodded, but remained unconvinced.

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

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

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

“Right.”

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

“If you say so.”

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

“I, uh… I, I don’t know,” I said.

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

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

“Okay…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1. Hug you in a tight clinch.

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

2. Kiss you on the lips.

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

3. Us rolling around naked on a bed.

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

4. Soaping each other down in the shower.

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

5. Undressing each other and playing with sex toys.

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

“My room. Five minutes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you use role play,” I said.

“Exactly!”

“And how does this work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Naturally?”

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

“Right.”

“Hey, you wanted my opinion, sis.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you,” she said.

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

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Cassie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yours?”

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

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

“No. But I didn’t mind at the time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” said Helena.

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

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

I thought about it, and reluctantly said yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Experience of ‘erotic pictures’?”

“That’s right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, I guess,” I said.

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

“Right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want an erotic photo shoot, right?”

“Yes!” said Helena.

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at Helena and she looked at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay?”

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

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

I smiled back. “Right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” Helena said.

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

“Okay. Kiss and make up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Helena nodded back. “Okay.”

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

“Oh, yeah,” Helena replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay good. Now apologize.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. Good. Now more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus! That was good,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Mia Ireland

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive }

I can’t remember a time my beautiful mama didn’t softly, gently, cup my cunt.

Only back then I called it my cunny, of course. Or my kitty when I did stuff with my best friend Ellie.

We had such pretty, innocent words for it back then, before it became sex. Before it became need.

Before it became our white hot craving, and cunt.

My mama gave birth to me at 25, with the one man she dared to have sex with. A quiet boy she met in college. His name was Jonathan, and they had tea together in the student union, and had laughs together in the good times, and for whatever crazy reason, Jonathan, who was gay, and my mama, who was also gay, decided they should fuck each other to make sure they weren’t straight, and it turns out they weren’t.

But it also turns out that they made me, which is equal parts my bad luck and my good fortune. Because here I am, alive and well, fatherless and proud. I am strong, sure, but I’ve never quite known if I’m a blessing or an error.

But whatever I am, or whatever I was when I was ten, I still know how amazingly good it felt when my mama cupped my cunny. And my mama, I know, loved me very, very much. That much was clear.

There was never a time when she didn’t hold my vagina with the most tender of touches. Or if there was, I can’t remember it. From my youngest age, I would sit on her lap, naked and soft on the couch, both of us nude, both of us watching TV and cuddled under a big warm blanket, and my soft bottom would always press into my mama’s warm lap, her bare-shaved pussy, which was always warm and inviting, completely naked like mine, never stubbly or rough. She was so smoothly shaven, impeccably bare, that it was almost as if she’d never grown up or grown hair in the first place.

“My baby,” she’d whisper in my ear as I rubbed my butt back against her slowly-spreading wetness. “My sweet baby girl.”

I’d feel her spread herself. I’d know she was softly spreading, adjusting, letting my soft bottom rub her where she needed to be rubbed.

And she’d reach down and cup her hand around my cunny, never penetrating me with her finger, just softly cupping my mons, reaching down lower to cover my taint, and the feeling would be safe and warm and glorious, and I would slowly push my bare vagina up against her hand, softly rubbing and bucking myself into her sweet, gentle cupping, as my naked bottom slid across the wetness of her slit. Together we’d pleasure each other that way, until we both slipped into shuddering, long, shivering, sweet completeness.

Later I’d go into the bathroom to pee, and the wetness of my mama’s sweet vagina, her fluid, her loving essence, her need for me, would still be wet and sticky, like glazed after-love, all over my tiny butt cheeks. I’d reach back and rub it with my hand. I’d bring my hand up to my face and smell it deeply and greedily.

I loved the smell she left on my bottom. It was soft and wet and good like her. I’d lick it off my hand. Gingerbread spice I couldn’t put a name to. Its flavor was so new to me. So strong and so good. I was in love with the way my mama’s pussy tasted years before my lips ever touched it.

Then we made love. A few years later we started to love each other the way lovers do. On Christmas Eve. A midnight clear.

I was ten years old that Christmas Eve when my mama and I finally made love to each other with our mouths and our hands and our fingers and our wet bare pussies rubbing together.

The cupping had gone on forever. The cuddling, the cupping, the slipping and sliding and sitting in her lap. It was understood. It was what we did. We sat together naked on the couch, and if she didn’t cup me on her own, I’d take her hand in mine and gently place it over my cunny, letting her know I needed this. Letting her know it was always her time to cup me.

And even at ten, the night it started for real, we had already cupped as we always did at night. She’d cupped me until I felt the shivers, and her wetness still lingered on my bottom as she carried me upstairs and tucked me in my princess bed with promises of Santa Claus, who I no longer believed in, and promises of her warm love tomorrow, which I did.

But I had bad dreams that night, mean reindeers and bad Grinches, and I silently slipped into her bed down the hall, naked and trembling, cold and little, needing her warmth and her comfort.

“Shhh, baby girl,” she sleep-whispered, drawing me to her naked body. I reveled in her closeness. She smelled good, like baby lotion and apricots. Cocoa butter and peppermint. Christmas carols were playing on her radio. It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

“Scary dream,” I whispered, looking into her eyes. Bringing my hands up to touch her face. To frame her nearness like I’ve always done since I was a very little girl. Holding her face in my hands to confirm her stability.

“Shhh,” she said, kissing my nose, and then my eyelids. “Sleep with Mama tonight.” And then she kissed me again on the lips, on the mouth. And I kissed her back on the lips, on the mouth. And then we were kissing. And then the world broke open into spiral beauty, and we were kissing and kissing like never before.

My mama and I had never kissed like this, like grownups kiss, alive and wanting. I heard a soft sound that confused me, but I realized it was me, moaning into her mouth. Her hands reached down to cup my bottom. My hand reached forward to cup her cunny, bare and hot and wet already. This time I cupped my mama’s cunt. Her wetness felt good on the skin of my hand.

She reached down to cup mine, still kissing me.

“No, Mama,” I whispered, urging her past her own innocence, her desire not to hurt me. “Like this.”

I reach down and extended her finger and touched it to myself. To my slit. To my clitty. To the place I touched myself in my own bed. I loved my mama. I wanted her in me.

“Baby girl,” she whispered, hesitating.

“Please, Mama,” I asked her. “Please. Like this.”

I pressed her finger into me. My slit. My hole. My private sweet places.

“Please, Mama. Inside me.”

Mama kissed me with a whimper in her voice and she steadily, slowly-at-first, but eagerly-after, fingered my wet, aching cunny. Oh, God, it felt so good to have her touch me this way. To finally enter me. To touch me this way.

I squeezed her cunny with my hand, and soon my fingers were entering her too. She was slippery, and pushed back against me. We whimpered and kissed together. Nothing could be this good. Nothing ever. This felt so right. Please, God. Please, baby Jesus. Make this Christmas Eve last forever.

Mama pulled her hand away. I moaned, wanting more.

“Do you trust me, Ammy?” she said, kissing my eyelids.

I nodded yes. I trusted her with everything.

“Come up to my face, baby,” she coaxed me, helping me straddle her chest, her beautiful soft breasts. She brought my tiny frame up to her face, so my cunny was laid open before her. My gateway pressing into the soft folds of her lips.

And oh, how I arched my back and my neck raised prayerfully to the sky as my mama’s soft tongue started dancing through my labia, my perineum, my shivering anus. I never thought of being kissed there before! Or licked there before! Was this okay? Could this really happen?

I felt her beautiful tongue licking me everywhere. My cunny and my butthole. My clean places. My nasty places. Places no one had ever licked before. Places I’d never dreamed I’d be kissed on! I shuddered and seized, I shivered and came, twitching and gasping and grinding out my joy into my mama’s face, crying out loud in the night, a whine, a joy, bucking onto her tongue with the shivery dampness of my grateful excitement.

I was so hungry for my mama. I was so hungry to taste her now. It’s all I wanted. My body was desperate for her completely. To taste her every flavor.

“Now yours, Mama,” I begged with shaky breath. “Please, Mama. Let me, too.”

“Baby,” she started. “You don’t have to. You don’t – ”

I shushed her with my fingertip and I turned around on top of her. I laid my cunny back on her face, but then buried my own face in the heat of her wetness, her hot sweet triangle. And oh God. So sweet! So sweet!

The taste was overwhelming. Hot and rich and familiar from how I’d licked it off my hand, but now it was wild and wet and directly on my mouth. And I don’t know if I did it right, but I sucked her, and I licked her, and I tasted her in all the beautiful ways she’d tasted me, and I felt myself crying it felt so good to taste her like this, to know her like this.

I tasted her cunny and tears. Sweet Christmas tears for the beautiful, strong nearness of her. I tasted the copper of her skin folds on my tongue. The cinnamon-nutmeg brandy of her heartbeat, so much stronger than mine. So much better.

It tasted like mine, her pussy flavor. We tasted the same. But hers was wilder. Richer. Deeper and more grown-up. She moaned. Her back arched. She pressed her thighs together trapping my head as her body twisted up from the mattress.

My little fingers explored her everywhere. As I locked my mouth around my mama’s sweet cunny, sucking her hungrily with no possibility of stopping, my fingers reached up to explore her inside. Her hole and her clitty. Her tight-button anus, which I pushed against and felt my wet finger slip in, wet with her pussy juice and slippery with her own lubrication. She hissed when my finger penetrated her special place. I licked her, and kissed her and put my fingers in her, everywhere, wherever they could go.

She was pulling me away. Lifting me up away from her.

“No, Mama,” I begged. “Don’t make me stop.”

“Kiss me, baby,” she said, grabbing my head and making me come up for air. “Kiss Mama, Ammy.”

I came up sad. So sad to be away from her mama flavors, but I did what she said. I came up to her face. She wrapped her arms around me and I kissed her some more.

I could taste my own cunny on her tongue and she could taste hers on mine. We kissed as the Christmas carols played, tasting each other’s sweet, shared flavor. It came upon a midnight clear. That glorious song of old.

“Baby, wrap your legs in mine, like this, like scissors.”

She adjusted herself around me. Showed me what to do. Our legs intertwined. It was so easy. So natural. I thought that she’d invented it.

Our wet pussies touched.

It was electric.

Hotness, wetness, bareness together.

Naked, slippery, rubbing our pussies. Oh! So good! I gasped!

Our cunny juices were mingling, the two of us rubbing and pushing against each other, arching, gasping, shuddering! Oh, so shivery!

Mama came!

She cried out loud and gasped my name. “Ammy!”

She came! Pressing her pussy against mine, I could feel even more wetness cascade from her as she shook and shivered.

“So good,” she whispered, biting at my lower lip. Nipping it. Sucking it into her mouth. “Ammy, so good.”

She flipped me onto my back. She lifted my knees up. Pushed my knees up like I was going to have a baby, and put her face between my legs and sucked me greedily. Hard. Pushed her tongue so far up into my hole I thought I would cry out from the heaven of it.

She locked her mouth around my little hard clit, and sucked it until I quivered, and bucked, and grabbed her head and mashed her to my cunny as I jerked uncontrollably and I came all over her face.

“Mama,” I cried as she tasted my love shakes. “Mama, I love you. So much, so much.”

I pulled her head back up to me, she cuddled me, held me to her chest. I nuzzled into her neck. Kissed its soft warm saltiness. Swallowed her sweaty rivulets. Worked my way lower to her perfect breast and nursed on her nipple, which was already hard the moment my mouth wrapped around it.

I lay there in the moonlight of Christmas, nursing on my beautiful mama.

I reached down and cupped her cunny. She reached down and cupped mine, and we fell asleep like that, captured in time, shivering and satisfied until warmth and exhaustion lulled us to sleep.

From angels bending near the earth, to touch their harps of gold.

A Christmas Eve. A Midnight Clear.

A brand new song for my mama and me.

THE END — and a very Merry Christmas to all our readers at Juicy Secrets!

By Christene

Together, they packed. It wasn’t the first time they helped one another prepare for an important trip, but it had been the first time the trip was laced with such significance. What did this mean? What was happening?

Carmen suddenly was shaken by the reality that she was the older sister, the mature one. Shouldn’t she put a stop to this? Shouldn’t she call Meredith and tell her about the rendezvous, if only to escape this… this need Carmen felt rising inside of her for Alejandra?

Alejandra paused at her lingerie drawer, touching gauzy underthings that she only ever wore for her lovers. Looking away from the garments whose sole purpose was seduction, she looked back to Carmen. Her sister seemed to be wrestling with what was right and what was wrong.

Surprising herself, Alejandra spoke in a calm but authoritative voice. “I love you, Carmen,” she said. “I love you and I always have. I don’t know what’s going to happen on this trip, but I don’t want to go to New York wondering what might have happened, if I’d just been brave like you.”

Carmen woke from her fears as if they were a dissipating fog. She took in the beautiful vulnerability that donned her sister’s face after having exposed herself so fully. She crossed the room and moved to stand before Alejandra.

Alejandra turned completely at her sister’s approach. She stared at her, into her, wondering if her breathing sounded as raspy or as hard as it did in her own ears.

With a painful awareness of her own movements, Carmen lifted her hands and cupped her sister’s captivating face in them. Her eyes met the eyes so like her own, yet so wholly different. “I don’t want you to go to New York,” she said plainly. “It’s been agony to think of you so far away… so far from me.”

Alejandra parted her lips to speak, but before she could utter a word, Carmen kissed her mouth with a heated sensuality. The words trapped inside her throat left as a moan that filled her sister completely.

Their kiss was slow, but impassioned by a lifetime together — each sister secretly regarding the other, secretly yearning for something they couldn’t define.

The silken softness of their tongues caressed one another in an exploring courtship. It roused an intense hunger that was almost primal, that left them dizzy with its intoxicating power.

Carmen gently broke away. She gazed down at the woman remaining with closed eyes. Alejandra’s lips were a much deeper shade than usual, darkened by desire’s kiss. “I won’t be afraid… not if I know you want this too,” she said.

Alejandra opened her burning eyes. Her hands reached up to lightly rest against her sister’s wrists. She loved the throaty nature of Carmen’s voice. “I want this so much, mi amor,” she answered.

Quelling their desire to take each other there and then, Carmen and Alejandra quickly finished packing for their trip. Alejandra made a few calls, notifying a very important few that she would be on a spur of the moment vacation for the next week while Carmen loaded the suitcases into her car.

When Carmen came back into the house, she heard her sister moving around upstairs inside her bedroom. She frowned anxiously. When she’d taken the bags out to the car, Alejandra had been finishing up in the downstairs office. Why was she upstairs? An icy fear gripped her as she began to wonder if the time alone had granted Alejandra the chance to reconsider the trip — and what had just taken place between them.

She climbed the stairs with a knot growing inside her stomach, then gently pushed the door open.

Alejandra’s white tank and blue silk house-pants were draped across the end of the bed. The woman stood with her back to the door. Her hips were angled slightly to the right as she relied more on her right leg. She reached upward, scooping her flowing hair off of her neck. Quickly, she placed it into a tortoise shell clip.

She slipped into her chocolate sandals.

Carmen leaned against the frame of the door as she took in the view of her sister bending over to clasp the strap of her espadrille sandals around her ankle. She loved the way that Alejandra’s sexy lace panties were purposely cut to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her ample buttocks.

Alejandra reached for the matching lace bra on the bed, then slipped into it with all the seasoned fluidity of a burlesque icon. For a moment, she paused and smoothed both hands over her abdomen. Gazing into the mirror, she regarded herself for quite some time. She wondered if her body possessed the innate ability to drive her sister wild, the same power that Carmen had always unknowingly possessed over her. Carmen could drive Alejandra insane with the most fleeting glimpse of her bare flesh.

Alejandra extended her hand to the bed. She clasped her dress and pulled it over her body.

The clock tolling the time made her gasp. Alejandra quickly grabbed her purse, then turned. Her unbuttoned dress caught in the currents of her movements, fanning around only to fall limply to her sides as she went perfectly still. She blushed profusely as she noticed the way that Carmen was watching her.

Carmen pushed off from the door frame and entered her sister’s room.

Alejandra could still feel the blush heating her skin. “I didn’t know you were there,” she whispered.

The dark-haired attorney held Alejandra’s eyes. Then she lowered her gaze to her hands as they nimbly did up her sister’s buttons. “I know,” she answered, “but it was nice to watch you dress. I haven’t done that since we were living back at home.”

“You used to watch me dress?” Alejandra asked curiously. She felt an excited tingling between her legs.

Carmen nodded. Her fingers lingered near the buttons at Alejandra’s chest. She left the top buttons undone to expose her full cleavage. Her head lowered to bestow each fragrant swell a kiss. “I loved watching you move,” she said. Her sister had the grace of a dancer, with all the cat-like sinewy muscles to attest to it. As her head rose and her eyes once again found Alejandra’s, she said, “I still do.”

Alejandra silently enjoyed Carmen doting over her like this. It had been a very long time since she’d been dressed by her older sibling. She found it nurturing and exciting in the same instant.

“Are you ready, baby?” Carmen purred.

Alejandra leaned forward. She captured Carmen’s lips in a kiss that spoke of wanton promises. When she felt her body taken possessively into her big sister’s arms, she moved her hands to rest against the woman’s chest. The heart pounding beneath her hand matched the fierce beat of her own.

Their kiss broke with a low moan from Carmen. The sound made Alejandra throb with excitement. She stared into her sister. “Yes, lover.”

The way that Carmen’s eyes flashed nearly had them tumbling onto the bed, but instead they hurried to begin their romantic getaway.

*****

Alejandra’s eyes were wide with wonder as she scoured their breathtaking surroundings. She was overwhelmed to be standing inside the lobby of the magnificent Atlantis hotel in the Bahamas — but more than anything, as she turned her head to take in the beautiful woman checking them in, she marveled at the fact that she had come as her sister’s romantic companion. Her lover, she corrected herself.

Alejandra drew close to Carmen. She slipped her arm around the older woman’s waist, unable to go a moment longer without being close to her.

Carmen smiled lovingly, even as she continued speaking with the woman checking them in.

The young woman with smiling eyes and glowing chocolate skin paused mid-action to regard the couple before her. Her smile intensified. She handed Carmen the key card. “Please enjoy your suite, Mrs. Cruz,” she said. “And if there is anything that I can do for you—” She turned her head to direct her smile at Alejandra. “Or you, Mrs. Cruz.” She smiled all the more as Alejandra blushed shyly. “Please do not hesitate to call.”

Carmen wrapped her arm lovingly around her sister. Her head turned as she bestowed a tender kiss to Alejandra’s forehead. “We’ll remember,” she said. Her brown eyes met Alejandra’s in an intimate softness. “Won’t we, wife?”

Alejandra’s arms tightened adoringly around Carmen’s enticing waist. “Yes, my love,” she purred.

Together, the sisters moved toward the elevators. At their backs, they heard the sound of their bags being taken.

It was not long before they settled into a presidential suite, feeling almost giddy with the emotions swirling through them.

Alejandra finished unpacking the last of their things. She had insisted upon doing so. Part of the reason had been to thank Carmen for spiriting them away on this exotic trip, but mostly it had been to think. Now that they were here, so many impressions were swirling through her mind.

Wife. The woman at the front desk had called her “Mrs. Cruz.” Alejandra did not know why, but the title had sent delicious tingles throughout her entire being. What was happening to her? Why did she ache to be with Carmen so deeply? What was happening to them? The more that she allowed herself to think about it, the more she realized that there had always been some unspoken attraction lingering just beneath the surface. For her, at least. Had it been there for Carmen as well?

Alejandra left the bedroom, then made her way out onto the balcony where Carmen stood transfixed by the cobalt glory of the ocean. Taking a deep breath of sea air, she slipped her arms around Carmen’s waist. She lightly rested her cheek against her sister’s shoulder blade as her eyes fluttered shut. Against her lashes and nose, she could feel the satiny strands of her sister’s long hair tickling her softly.

Carmen involuntarily arched into the body molding itself to hers. Her hands clutched the balcony railing a bit more fiercely. She’d been using it to steady herself, dizzy with erotic visions of her baby sister. Alejandra felt so wonderful pressed against her.

Her head fell forward. Her thick dark hair hung around her face. “What are we doing?” Carmen asked in a voice throaty with lust.

“Nothing yet,” Alejandra whispered. She opened her eyes staring forward into her greatest hope — and her greatest fear. “There’s still time to stop, still time to pretend it never happened… that we never kissed.”

Alejandra’s heart thundered almost painfully against her chest. Could Carmen feel it?

“I couldn’t forget your kiss if I tried,” Carmen murmured. “No one has ever kissed me like that before.”

Alejandra felt hope beginning to swell inside her. It rose up to claim her like the waves crashing below. Before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling from her pouting lips. “Carmen, make love to me… please.”

Alejandra’s heart froze. She felt her breath lock itself inside her chest. She watched as Carmen turned inside her arms.

When they were face to face, Carmen did not move. She did not make a sound. Her intense brown eyes simply captured Alejandra’s as if there was no escaping them. And in truth, for Alejandra there was no escape. She was a willing captive.

Carmen raised her hands as if lost in reverence. They hovered so near to Alejandra’s face, but for an aching moment drew no closer. Then at last she cupped her sister’s face tenderly in those trembling hands. Her head inched forward until she felt her lips crush with yielding suppleness against her sister’s sweet mouth.

Their kiss was slow but searing. Carmen swallowed the moan leaving Alejandra’s lips. She felt that moan sink down into her until it reverberated between her thighs.

Together in a waltz, their tangled bodies moved toward the bedroom. This hungered dance was filled with impassioned kisses, lustful moans and hands that simply could not get enough of the bodies they were exploring. Clothes were shed like so many fears about the boundary they were about to cross.

With the sea air rolling into their room, their bare bodies shivered in excitement.

Carmen lay atop her sister, marveling at the softness of her. She stared down at the contrast of their skin tones. Alejandra’s flesh was so much paler than her own. It possessed a creamy nature Carmen’s mind likened to pale vanilla latte. The proud medallions centered within her full breasts were rich and warm like chocolate.

Carmen’s mouth fell on a chocolate delight. She savored its sweetness, relishing the way that it all but seemed to melt against her tongue.

Alejandra wrapped both arms around her sister’s head. She hugged her close, even as her body bowed up from the bed. Her head dug back into the pillows as she began to moan long and low. The sheer pleasure of having Carmen’s mouth on her all but reached down her throat, pulling her groaned appreciation up from her loins. She could feel the thunderous beating of her heart acutely within her swollen clit.

Carmen lavished her sister’s breasts with attention. She swirled her tongue around each nipple, bathing them in her passion. When she could feel Alejandra’s hands cleaving desperately to her as if she could stand no more, she looked up from between the beautiful horizon of her breasts and slowly worked her way lower.

She kissed her sister’s body with purposeful slowness. Carmen could not rush this feeling. She had to draw it out, savor every moment. She’d needed Alejandra for so long… far too long. She understood now. It all made sense. Each time a soft caress from her sister made her heart race, each time she closed her eyes just a moment longer than she ought to when their lips met in greeting or farewell, each time she slept more contentedly in her sister’s arms than in anyone else’s embrace, it was because she loved Alejandra. She was in love with Alejandra. She craved her sister with an unabashed need. Now after all these years, she finally had her.

Carmen moaned against her sister’s tightened abdomen. Her tongue emerged to swipe long and slow at the sweat beginning to bead along her lover’s stomach. She guided Alejandra’s leg to drape over her shoulder, then shivered as the other soon followed suit. She was trapped within slick silken thighs. They held a scent that wafted over her, commanding it as a siren commands all who hear her song.

The air against Carmen’s face was hot with humid invitation. She inched forward, allowing that lustful heat to envelop her. In the light, she could clearly see the velvet nuances of her sister’s pussy, its soft petals beaded by erotic dew. She was delicate and beautiful in the same way that the very flowers that had brought them together were delicate and beautiful.

The instant her mouth met Alejandra’s nether lips, they each jolted with the intensity of that sensation. Carmen’s kisses were timid and soft at first. That feeling soon gave way to an intoxicating need to feed. She clutched at her lover’s legs, pulling her hard to her mouth with a jerk.

Alejandra gasped as she was tugged forward. Her breasts bounced with the force of her sister’s strength. She moaned, her fingers twining into Carmen’s hair while her other hand reached above to clutch the headboard. She gripped both things fiercely, using them to keep her from falling too soon into the orgasmic abyss.

Carmen thrust her tongue forward. She suddenly felt tears sting her eyes. It might have been the heat of her sister that caused her eyes to glisten. It might have been the sheer beauty of her sister’s sweat-glistened body, arcing upward in offering. It might have been the sweetness of Alejandra’s nectar coating her tongue, but the truth was that it was all those things that inspired her tears. Alejandra was gripping her so tightly that she felt as though her tongue was being commanded to delve deeper.

Alejandra cried out. She worked her heated center against her sister’s face and mouth. Words began to leave her in panted encouragements. Half English, half Spanish, the words were pleading and passionate. She was begging.

Carmen breathed deeply, trapping the scent of Alejandra’s cunt in her nostrils. Her tongue swirled, caressing the vaginal walls. It was then that she heard her sister scream.

The sound was filled with love, with fulfillment and a cresting desire for more.

Carmen wanted to encourage Alejandra, to spur her onward to new heights with her words, but she could not tear her mouth from its precious fount. She reached out, tightly clasping hold of her sister’s trembling hand.

Alejandra wove their fingers together as another more violent wave approached. “I love you,” she panted with its approach. “I love you so much!”

Carmen responded by squeezing the hand in hers. She closed her eyes with a moan into her sister as Alejandra cried out again, sending fragrant rains to flood her mouth.

“Lover,” Alejandra rasped. “Oh fuck, lover!”

Alejandra could not see. She could not breathe. She was incredibly alive and dying in the same instant. Finally she managed to stammer, “Baby, c-come here.”

Hearing the urgency of her sister’s voice, Carmen broke away from the dripping sex and crawled up Alejandra’s body. Her face glistened. In that moment with her hair mussed like a mane, she was a beast with remnants of the kill still anointing her face.

Carmen’s fell on her sister with savage need, their mouths crushing together. She felt soft arms wrap around her and marveled at their strength. She hissed and moaned as nails dug possessively into her back.

Their kiss grew more heated, more primal.

Alejandra dragged her nails down the older woman’s back, leaving little trailed reminders that Carmen was hers. She sucked at the fullness of her sister’s bottom lip. Her hands cleaved to the shapely mounds of Carmen’s ass, drawing her closer still. She squeezed, making the woman moan. She felt that moan wash over her face as a hot scented breath, which smelled of her own nectar.

Carmen ground the throbbing wetness of her pussy against her sister. She felt their heated friction create a passionate fire. Her lower back concaved into a lustful arch as Alejandra’s hand strayed lower. She purred in response to the touch.

Alejandra felt her forearm brush between her sister’s cheeks as she reached downward. Her fingertips caressed the folds that were swollen with arousal. She dipped a finger into the fiery cove, feeling it tighten. She drew her hand back, causing her finger to slide outward to its tip. With the air rushing to meet her hand, her wet finger felt cool. She thrust forward to submerge it in aromatic heat once more.

Together they moaned, discovering a rhythm. Their hips moved as one. The tenderness of “I love you,” was intermingled with the moaned curses leaping from their lips.

The room was filled with their voices, joined in lustful song. The air was weighted by the scent of the sea and their combined perfumes. Sweat bound their bodies as a lustful seal. Their long dark hair caressed glistening skin, even when hands could not.

With every pumping motion of Carmen’s curvaceous hips, Alejandra felt her sister’s voluptuous ass caress her arm. She drew back her hand only to push crossed fingers into Carmen at the next stroke, a piston driving her big sister closer to the edge.

Carmen was close. She could feel it. Alejandra stared up at her with burning eyes. She wanted, needed to see Carmen in that moment. She longed to memorize her face as her sister surrendered completely to the pleasure welling within.

Carmen gaped at her sister, her lover. She was shaking violently. Their intense lovemaking was causing sheets of sweat to break out over her body. Her cunt was beginning to spasm around Alejandra’s fingers. “Say you’ll be mine,” she panted. “Say we can b-be together… that this isn’t the last time!”

Alejandra thrust deeper still. She groaned as the motion caused Carmen’s slippery pussy to grind against hers. “Oh, it’s not the last time,” she vowed breathlessly. “I promise.” She knew that it would not be possible for her to live without with Carmen again, to never feel her skin on hers. “I’m yours. I’m yours, lover.”

Climax was creeping closer. Carmen was almost blinded from the mounting heat of it. “New — New York?” she struggled to say.

“Come with me,” Alejandra said, giving her fingers a sharp twist.

Carmen could not speak. She nodded quickly, then threw her head back to release a violent scream of utmost pleasure, her hot juices flowing freely.

Alejandra moaned into Carmen’s breasts as she too succumbed to ecstasy.

Together, they writhed in a slick entanglement. Waves of rapture took them again and again, prolonging the moment with torturous pleasure. Finally, they collapsed into the bed. Their breaths were loud and harsh as they filled the air. Then soon… very soon, the sisters’ heartbeats slowed to match the soothing song of the ocean.

Blindly reaching for her sister, Carmen took the younger woman into her arms, then kissed her deeply.

Alejandra swooned. She wrapped her arms around Carmen, her fingers losing themselves in sweat-lined hair. She deepened their kiss, knowing with certainty that she would never be with anyone else, that she would always crave the woman in her arms — her lover, her sister.

The End

By Shay

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

My older sister is blonde. Blonde like… sunrise, like butter melting on a pancake fresh off the griddle, blonde like Heaven. She actually got hired to be gorgeous for a hair product ad. She wore black hi-tops and white blouses with vests. She had a voice like a running stream in spring, like a lullaby. And she could be snotty as hell, and funny.

Me? I am dark, like a little woodland creature coming out under the stars to move silently through the grass. I am dark like the notes of a cello, like blackberry jam, like Halloween.

We were the sun and the moon, my sister and I. Light and dark, the shine and the shadow.

Once we were in our room, Helen working on some homework — exotic, incomprehensible homework for 11th graders! — and I was planted on my bed staring into a candle flame, hoping the meaning from the poetry books on the shelf built into the headboard would melt and somehow enter my blood, making me arty and deep.

Suddenly, she sighed dramatically and closed the book with a bang. “This is simmmmmmply too dull!” she announced in a put-on English accent. “Snooker, let’s get us a bottle of wine… let’s become concubines. Let’s…” She searched for another ridiculous pursuit, then dissolved into sweet laughter. She shrugged and grinned at me, swiveling in her desk chair. Then she got up and, with one foot springing off the floor, landed resoundingly on my bed.

“Ohhhhh Snooker, always so serious!” she teased, tracing a perfectly manicured finger along my cheek and mock-scowling. “I vant to become a poet and shtick my head in der oven!” With that, she laughed at her own clowning and fell back on the bed.

How could she look so good in gray sweats? I could see her soft full breasts move under her sweatshirt as she fell back. I would have gladly forsworn poetry or anything else, for life, to be allowed to feel her in my hands. To kiss her all over.

Helen reached over and switched on our tape player. “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” filled the room, and she got up and danced, full of joy at simply being herself. Something so foreign to me. I watched her as pale, lonely astronomers must watch distant constellations, full of admiration and awe, longing, excitement. And the certain knowledge of never touching their beloved.

The song changed to, “And We Danced,” and she took my hands in hers. “C’monnnnn, Snooks… you’re about as much fun as a box of rocks.”

I wouldn’t let her pull me up. If I get up and dance with her… well, better to stay on my side of the telescope, I thought. Why pursue what I can never catch?

So, my beautiful big sister sat down again, next to me, the bed dipping slightly as her light body settled onto it. She was breathless, warm and close and my mouth went dry and I suddenly couldn’t begin to guess what to do with my hands. I swallowed, though I had no spit. I could feel her breath on my throat as she turned her head my way.

Then she leaned over, behind me to get something off my shelf, snatched from the gloom of the poetry books made lovely simply by being nestled in her perfect hand. Her body had pressed against my lower back as she had reached for it. And then she smoothly trailed herself against me as she sat up.

“What’s this?” she asked, her gray eyes widening like a cat considering a canary, as she plucked the small red cylinder from the shelf. “OOooo, it’s flavored lip gloss, you hussy. Let me try it.”

Of course, Her Major Majesty didn’t wait for any sort of permission from me before applying her strawberry flavored lip gloss to her lips.

“Okay, c’mere, Miss Marple — tell me if it really tastes like strawberries.” She tilted her face towards mine like a girl with a parasol on some old-fashioned greeting card.

I reached for the little lip gloss, but she quickly hid it behind her back. “Noooo, taste it and tell me.”

I realized what she meant and felt a shiver of sweet dread pass over me.

“C’monnnn, Snooks… I don’t bite.”

So I tasted my big sister’s lips. She was still a little breathless from dancing, and the sleeve of her sweatshirt was soft under my fingers as I tasted her lips like some blue-black butterfly shooting up into the sunlight after eternity in a dark cocoon. I let my tongue trail over her upper lip and closed mine softly around her lower lip before pulling slowly away and licking the taste from myself and announcing in a shaky voice that yes, it did taste like fruit. Forbidden fruit, delicious fruit, though I didn’t say that part aloud.

And then she leaned in and put her hand behind my head and drew me back to her. She looked back and forth quickly into my eyes and then she kissed me. All at once my adored older sister, Miss Too-Cool, the Sun Queen herself was kissing me and her warm soft body was melting against mine.

Well. A little noise came up from me, a noise like the dungeon-dweller might make as she discovers that the barred door she has tested a thousand times has this time swung wide open. And then I was crying. And kissing Helen, I mean really kissing her. Something broke inside me and I slipped my arms up and around her, holding her in my arms like a holy book.

We kissed, sweetly, not innocently for… well, for long enough, for my lips to become bruised and my thoughts to disappear, my mind registering only the bliss of kissing Helen, again and again and —ohhhhhh yessss — again!

Finally, I settled my chin on her shoulder with my cheek to her hair, and we held each other as the candle burned, filling the room with the scent of peaches. My tears fell in her golden hair like rain when the sun is out, and we breathed hard in each other’s embrace.

I drew back and looked in her eyes and saw my own vulnerability and joy reflected there. Something inside me leapt from its cage at that moment and I ran my hands up beneath my older sister’s sweatshirt with a sureness I hadn’t known I possessed. Her breasts felt like warm paradise to me as I gently squeezed them and ran my thumbs across her nipples, feeling them grow as I did. Sis was smiling, the corners of her mouth turned up in triumph and tenderness as I felt her.

I lowered my face to her chest and took a nipple between my lips as I heard her moan softly, feeling her body arch to increase the closeness between us. I licked and sucked and kissed her there until she was squirming and panting and grabbing my dark curls.

I kissed my way down her tummy, my hands cupping her breasts as I did. Mmmm, so soft and inviting. A thought came out of nowhere and sent a wicked thrill through me; what if she was pregnant? What if we were older, and she was married, but I had come over in the afternoon to make love to her, and she had told me she was pregnant? I kissed her belly fervently, breath rushing through my nostrils as I worshiped her.

I knelt on the carpet, in our room we had shared for years, where stuffed toys still stood guard over us in our sleep, and hooked my fingers into her sweatpants and began pulling. She lifted her hips for me and I leaned in and put my face to her center, my cheek against her panties, breathing in her scent like a castaway would sniff the air of an island paradise. Helen growled softly and traced her fingertips over my ears. I drew off her underwear and sweatpants all in one long smooth motion, leaving her beautiful and naked on my bed.

I held her thigh in my hands and kissed it with reverence, kissing my way up, ever further towards where I’d been. Just before I kissed her folds for the first time, I said, “I love you.”

“I know, Snooks… God, I know.” She parted her legs for me and I melted inside.

I kissed her lips below as I had the lips on her mouth a few minutes earlier… sucking and pulling lightly, capturing them, releasing, tasting. Then I teased her clitoris out with my tongue and she lay on her back on my bed, grabbing fistfuls of blankets in her delicate hands as I pleasured her.

Absurdly, I thought of something I had heard in class, that sisters are closer to each other genetically than anyone else. I closed my mouth over her and licked. She shuddered and sighed. I would have been more than happy to stay there and kiss Helen, my big sister, this way for eternity, keenly aware of her taste, her joy, my own humming body and the sweet beautiful thing that had come to life between us. But then Helen’s light lovely body went rigid and still, and for just a moment I thought something was wrong. Then she lifted slightly off the bed and with a gorgeous sound of animal pleasure, began to buck and thrash. I held on to her hips and stayed with her, lost in my sister’s joy.

After she subsided, I tenderly kissed her clitoris, then turned my face to rest my cheek on her wetness as she gently stroked my hair. Later, as shadows filled the room and the candle burned down to just a glow, I snuggled up to her and kissed her, long and lingering, then lay my head on her breast and we slept.

I dreamt that she was a white dove flying outlined against the summer sun, and that I was her shadow, running along the ground. But then, in the way of dreams, the shadow — me — became a bird herself, a red-winged blackbird, and I flew up to join her. We flew that way together, the light and the dark, the sun and the moon, but ever and forever lovers and, oh yes, sisters.

The End

By Jane Doe

Jen
Why does she keep staring at us like that? I mean, I know why she’s staring, but why won’t she stop? Peeking out briefly I can see Lucy growing more animated, as if her hands could say something her mouth wasn’t up to. But her eyes are still glued to us, open to roughly the size of dinner plates. I swear to god she’ll be drooling in a minute if she doesn’t stop.

I curl back in against Lana, letting out a soft groan. I nibble lightly on her skin as I hide my face against her neck, my own weak kind of vengeance. I feel more than hear her sigh softly and she gives me a gentle squeeze.

“C’mon, Jen, no need to hide. Lu is the one over there drooling on herself. She’s the one that should be ashamed.” Lana’s gently chiding voice and obvious amusement with Lucy’s reaction prompts me to peek out once again, just in time to see Lucy straighten up indignantly, almost pouting.

“I am not drooling. I’m just—”

“Trying to catch a few flies in your mouth?” I can’t help but interrupt. Lana giggles as I hide from Lucy’s glare, once again sheltering in the safety of my sister’s arms.

“Don’t make me steal your towel, little girl!” Knowing Lucy, she might follow through on that one.

I cower behind Lana for a moment, then dart to my closet, discretion being the better part of valor and all. It’s time to get at least some semblance of clothes on.

*****

Lucy
Holy fucking god damn. I can’t believe I just saw that. Lana and Jen? Hot. Way fucking hot.

How long has this been going on? Soooo many questions. No time like the present for asking, I guess. My eyes stay glued on Jen over by her closet as I whip out my cell to make a few calls and she pulls on… Oh dear god, my cell is momentarily forgotten, as she pulls up what looked to be a pair of black panties. It’s only as they stretch and cling to her ass that it becomes obvious they’re not silk or cotton or anything of the sort, but a filmy mesh. It’s a total letdown when the towel drops back down to cover that tight little butt of hers, but the disappointment is only for a couple of seconds. Katie’s voice is lost in my ear as the towel falls to the floor, giving me an eyeful not only of her — how to say it, accentuated ass — but the gentle curve of her back and side, her long, milky white thighs and everything above and below. Her skin still glistens with a slight sheen of dampness and it takes a light smack on the back of my head from Lana to break me out of my reverie.

Hot fucking damn. Now I know why guys always want to watch. I mean, I know I get a bit overboard with the sex drive at times, but looking at the two of them — Lana so reserved, such a sweet, kind, gentle girl; and Jen, crazy little creature, passionate and almost smoldering at times. I’ve never had friends like them, much less friends like them who are apparently sleeping together. They’re both so different, gorgeous and sexy in entirely contrasting ways — just the way they look at one another. I’m going to need a cold shower if I keep thinking about this.

Back to my calls…

*****

Lana
Once Lu tore her eyes off of Jen, she got up and wandered out — had enough of being distracted, maybe? I can’t help but cross the room to my little sis and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me after she’s pulled a t-shirt on. I give her a sly little grin and lay a few kisses along the back of her neck.

“You’re mean, doing that to poor Lu, ya know?”

“Doing what? I needed to get dressed.” She leans back against me, laying one of her arms over mine and turning her head to beg a kiss, eyes pleading and lips pouting until they’re met with my own. I can feel her body loosen, relaxing at the intimate touch of my mouth, her lips parting mine as she takes it deeper, slipping her tongue in to dance with my own, turning in my arms to face me and sliding her arms around my neck.

My heart could almost burst with the love I feel for her, and the heat rising in my lower belly tells me how much I want her as well. How could I have missed this? So close and so perfect, and now that I’ve found it I can only feel bad for the poor boys out there that will miss out on dating my Jen. I pull back and break the kiss before I lose the will to do so, smiling into her eyes and willing my sister to feel how much she means to me.

“Well, yeah, but not necessarily right in front of her. You’re going to get her all hot and bothered, and then she’ll have to find some poor boy to take it out on.” My smile breaks into a grin as she rolls her eyes.

“Oh yeah, poor, poor boy. I’m sure he’ll be crying for weeks afterwards.”

“Only because he won’t be able to keep her.” We both giggle and her head finds a resting place on my shoulder, her face buried against my neck. I can’t do anything but sigh softly, letting my satisfaction have a voice for a short moment, and hold her close. I want her to be my lover, and for the first time in the short sexually aware period of my life, I have absolutely no reservations about the who or where or when of it. My first time will be with her, and that’s all that matters. I’m so fucked up. But once again, that’s okay, because she is too. I can’t imagine what it was like for her feeling this way and having no idea if I would ever feel the same thing for her — it must have been torture.

“Okay, Stop it, you two! If you don’t, I’m going to have to strip you both down right here and have my way with the pair of ya!” Lucy, mistress of the innuendo entrance. “We’re going out, and you girls have some explaining to do. I want all the dirty details and a schedule for continuation.” She grins and points out the door. “But first, Lana, shower. Now. Can’t have you smelling like stale sex for the rest of the day.”

I can’t help but laugh at her business-like manner, and I don’t think I can really argue either. So I just shake my head and smile, letting go of Jen and obediently heading off to the shower.

*****

Jen
The red is so deep, so livid. It’s like a horrid mockery of the normally subtle hues of Lana’s hair. But it doesn’t stop at her hair, it streaks down over her face, her skin deathly white against those red gashes. She looks so cold.

The silence reigns supreme, I try to scream but no sound mars this horrible scene. She’s dead, I know it. I sob and cry and clutch her to me, shouting for help, cursing whatever god brought her so low… and then… I kiss her.

My lips meld with hers. She’s so cold. And like in a fairy tale, I feel her stir…

I wake up, shivering, even under the warm covers. Shivering, even though Lana is curled in against me, breath slow and steady in sleep. I lay there for quite some time, listening to her breathe, feeling her presence, the warmth of her against me. Not cold and bloody and dead, but wonderfully alive… and mine.

Slowly, I draw myself up, careful to leave her undisturbed, and peer at the clock. 4:00 a.m. Or close enough. I guess bad dreams can strike even the happiest of sleepers. With the phantoms of sleep leaving my head, I carefully rise from the bed to peer out the window at the darkened street. Time for a smoke; it’s been too long since I’ve had a night to think.

Perhaps it’s not such a bad thing, waking like this. I’d almost forgotten the quiet wonderment of the world at night, when everyone else sleeps. The shadows the moon throws when her mood is right, the silent hum of a world full of electric appliances, water heaters and furnaces, always running. The comforts of modern life keeping the dreamers safe and comfortable in their beds. The sky so vast, one can only imagine the other worlds out there. The galaxies spinning in the darkness, each isolated amongst so many others of their own kind. I wonder if they ever collide? Do stars and planets by the millions, or billions even, go crashing into one another, destroying what once was, to create something new? And do they occasionally come together more peacefully, timeless spinnings in tune with one another, slowly melding over eons?

Looking at Lana’s slumbering form, now half rolled onto her back, even in the grips of her dreams seeking me as much as I ever sought her, I think they just might come together like that, once in a great while.

Yes, perhaps it’s not really so bad, being a phantom myself now and again. Clinging to the lines between sleeping and waking, night and day. Being a ghost, seeing but unseen, watching over the world so different under the night sky than it is under the sun.

Man, waking up from a dream like that makes me weird.

I slowly shake my head as I haul open the window, but quietly — to awaken that sleeping beauty now would be almost criminal. Pulling on my hoodie and climbing out onto the roof, I fish a cigarette out of the pack and light it, taking a long drag and feeling the smoke clear away the last of the cobwebs. Time to think. Dad always says people need their quiet time, and on that issue I won’t argue with him.

What a weird day, no wonder I had weird dreams. Lucy showing up to get Lana out and back on the dating scene, Lana… well… telling her, I guess. The afternoon in the back corner of a smoky coffee shop, talking in hushed voices, listening to Lana share her side of the story, then having to divulge my own. I didn’t do it for Lucy, of course. I mean, it was nice having an outsider there, someone other than Lana and myself, really, just being able to tell someone, to tell another human being: “I’m in love with my big sister,” and have them… well… exalt in it, in her own weird way. Lu’s a strange one, to be sure, but it was wonderful to have someone as excited about it as we are sit and listen. But mostly I did it for Lana. We hadn’t really talked about it, not entirely. Bits and pieces here and there, but we never sat down and told one another how we decided that not only were the feelings there, but they were worth acting on.

I could feel her eyes on me the entire time I spoke, telling all, every last little thing I could remember, everything that made me fall in love with her, the way people say siblings never should. I don’t even remember most of what I said now, it was just a torrent of words, images, feelings, making them understand these things. And when I was done, Lana just hugged me. She pulled me close and held me for quite a while, kissing my hair and nuzzling my head as we each got the third degree from Lu.

She should work for the feds or something. No detail left unscrutinized, no casual turn of phrase or ambiguity left without clarification. Lana finally broke down laughing and threatened to never speak of it again unless Lucy stopped being so anal about everything. It makes me think Lu would be dangerous with a journalism degree as well. The hunger in her dark eyes, the need to know, it was kind of sexy to be honest. I’d never seen her as having much of a brain before, but I guess it just goes to show that, in a lot of ways, my big sis is a much better judge of character than I am. Not that I ever doubted it.

As I sit and think it over, I watch the moon slowly set, sliding her way down the vault of the sky, slipping into the depths of some younger night. Only the stars are left burning, holding watch until the gray shadows assert themselves, as if to prepare the world for the coming of the sun. As that great orb begins its stately ascent, I slip back inside, away from its glare and pompous ways. I can’t help but think of the sun like that, some vast prima donna, never allowing any other to share its stage.

My eyes slip back to the form laying supine on the bed, I can’t help but smile to see her gazing back at me.

*****

Lana
It took me a moment to figure out what was wrong, to realize that I’m alone in bed. Rolling onto my back, I can see the first light of dawn leaking in. I can’t help but wonder how the hell she can wake up so early on a Sunday, but be such a pain to rouse during the week. Seeing her come slipping back in through the window, wearing only her hoodie over t-shirt and panties, my irritation fades. Watching her stare back out the window with that thoughtful look on her face, the calm look of contemplation broken by her habit of chewing lightly on her lower lip, making her appear just a touch younger than she would like to be considered.

Then those lovely eyes are drawn over to me, and with the strange light of these wee hours on one side of her face and the other side in shadow, she looks to me like a goddess of the dawn, calling me from the slumber that had nearly consumed me since Mom died. Returning her glorious smile, I reach out a hand to her, beckoning her over to the bed, to her place beside me.

Pulling her down, I kiss her softly, lightly at first, playing my tongue along her lips briefly. They part, allowing me entrance. I plunge in, twining my tongue with hers, our lips and mouths dancing in a wordless communication of desire, of need. My hands slide up into her hair, feeling its silky softness and I drink in the taste and smell, lightly smoky, definitely her.

It’s intoxicating, knowing her, feeling her like this. Her body is slightly chilled but warming quickly against my own, her flesh responding to the heat rising from the depths of my body and washing through my entire being, heartbeats quickening as one.

Slowly dragging down the zipper of her jacket and twining my legs with hers, I have to stifle the urge to just strip her as quickly as possible, to feel her against me in all ways, all places. I fight the urge because I want to savor everything, each moment, each touch, breath and kiss. Her fingertips leave trails of fire on my skin, heat that causes my nipples and groin, all of my most sensitive places, to ache with longing.

This is how it should be. This is how I’ve always wanted it to be. Maybe not for everyone, but for me. I can only hope she feels the same. In my heart, I know she does.

Pushing the jacket off her shoulders, I shift slightly to move my mouth down along her neck and over the newly exposed skin as she lets out light gasps and moans, her hands traveling over my sides and back, across my stomach, anywhere they can reach. Sliding an arm under her, I lift her to rid her of her hoodie. I pull her clingy, soft cotton tee up to expose her flat, smooth stomach. I cannot resist the allure of her navel. Dipping down as I ease her back to nibble it, letting my tongue circle and dip into its depths in pantomime of a much more intimate act. Her fingers slide through my hair, gripping now and again as I shift on top of her, slowly making my way up over her stomach and ribs, pushing her shirt up higher to expose the lovely, perfect mounds of her breasts.

Licking and biting at the soft undersides of them, each in turn, working my way up to first delicately, and then more roughly, suckle and nip at the now rock-hard buds of her nipples. Eliciting murmurs and moans as well as soft gasps. Her cries are as music to my ears, spurring me on as my hands trail up her thighs, feeling the taut muscles tremble beneath her skin.

Pulling back, I kneel between her thighs, looking down at her despite her soft groan of protest, fixing her in my memory, keeping this moment in the golden light of dawn, making it mine and hers. Then I slide my arms under her knees, reaching up and hooking her panties, drawing them down as she lifts her hips to aid me. She smiles as I hold them for a moment, raising them to smell the wet spot that was growing on them, to take in the scent of her arousal… I don’t think I’ve ever smelled anything so wonderful, such a heady, musky, slightly tangy scent.

I can see the gorgeous glistening between her thighs as she sits up, wrapping me in her arms and pulling my night shirt up, briefly twisting it as it comes, locking my arms up and over my head, covering my eyes so all I can see is the faint light filtering through the fabric. I can feel her breath only a moment before her mouth locks over one of my nipples, sucking greedily, sending a delicious chill down my spine. Restrained, blind and at her mercy. It’s all I can do to stifle a cry as I feel her hand slide down into my panties, her fingers sliding over my mound and dipping into my own wetness, making my legs feel weak as I shudder at the minor explosion of pleasure in the back of my brain.

Her grip on the shirt releases and her newly free hand begins roaming again. I throw off the shirt, wrapping her in my arms, I pull her up to me to meet her mouth with my own, locking our mouths together in desperate desire. Her fingers sliding the length of my slit, passing over my hardened clit and dipping lightly inside I utter a soft cry, one of my hands seeking out her wetness as well. I never imagined it like this, so soft, incredibly slick and warm and welcoming, the nub of her little pearl so obvious and begging for ministrations and her heated depths seemingly sucking my fingers in.

She lets out a cry of dismay and surprise as I push her away, knowing suddenly what it is I want. Shifting with a quickness I didn’t know I had, I lay myself beside her, my cheek on her thigh as I pull her hip up, nearly forcing her onto her side and kissing her between her thighs, pushing those lips wide and letting my tongue plumb her depths. I hear her cry out and nearly sob with the sudden shock of it, and then I feel her grip my ass and begin a similarly fevered assault. Fingers replacing my tongue inside her, my jaw and lips quivering as near constant moans escape them I feel driven by this rush, this heat and near insanity to devour my sister, drink in all that I can and leave none to waste.

Our moans and cries build in unison, mirroring one another’s pace and frenzied energy, until everything in an instant seems to go pure white, an explosion, a convulsion of something so pure, so primal, all thought ceases, and then fades to black.

*****

Jen
Our shuddering orgasms hit at nearly the same instant, mine lagging half a second, but as I heard and felt her come, the swift, hard undulations inside her, the near squirt of fluid streaming into my mouth, her guttural cry of unloosed pleasure, I couldn’t even think of holding back another instant. To feel that mind-numbing ecstasy, and know that she brought it on, this is heaven.

It’s a labor to catch my breath, to form coherent thoughts, to do anything other than drift in the afterglow…

But after a moment I realize she’s not moving. Panic stabs deep into my psyche as I untangle myself from her legs and gather her to me, holding her, calling to her but she’s as limp and lifeless as that horrible morning.

And as her eyes slowly open and she smiles up at me, the most beautiful, crazy smile I’ve ever seen, I can’t help but think, it is just like that morning. Overreacting, as always. Leaning down to kiss her deeply, I laugh as soon as our lips part.

“Jen?” She’s still smiling as she gazes dreamily up at me.

“Yeah, Lana?” What can I do but smile back? The panic gone, I feel giddy and higher than I ever have been before.

“I love you.”

“I love you too… crazy woman.” Her smile widens at that, and she happily snuggles against me again.

“Okay… now let’s get some more sleep.”

The End

By Christene

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

Carmen could have been anything she wanted to be. It was written in the stars just as clearly as it sparkled inside her confident brown eyes. The thing that had called to her so persuasively had been law. When most little girls played with dolls, Carmen toted her father’s old briefcase from room to room, pretending that she was on the verge of cracking her next big case.

Unlike many dreamy young girls, she didn’t imagine herself hearing the cheers of an audience after a stunning performance in her breakout role. She was the little girl who fantasized about cheers of a different variety. The applause came after she had saved her client with dramatically convincing flair.

The clarity with which Carmen envisioned that future meant that it had no choice but to become a reality. Whatever Carmen focused her attentions on did not stand a chance. It was just in her nature to obtain whatever she desired. After all, she was the passionate daughter of a Mexican father and a Spanish mother.

“Fire,” her father had always told her, “runs in your blood.” Perhaps it was true, because it would seem that throughout Carmen’s life, that fire, that passion she had for things scorched everything she threw herself into.

At thirty-two, Carmen Cruz was leaps and bounds ahead of where so many others in her law firm had been at that age. It was a fact that was earning her top dollar, but more importantly, it was earning her quite the reputation as a legal powerhouse.

*****

The beautiful lawyer reviewed the document spread out before her. She did not notice the way that the incline of her head had caused her long brown hair to spill around her focused face. In the afternoon light, her dark olive skin was sultry and warm. Within the grips of summer, it glowed with a captivating warmth like a rich cinnamon or smooth caramel.

Slowly, she closed the file then rose from behind the large desk in her corner office. Behind her, the views of California were something to be envied. Normally, Carmen might enjoy taking the opportunity to revel in the omnipotent view, but she had something far more pressing on her mind.

A memory came rushing in to blind her of her surroundings.

“I’m tired, Carmen,” her girlfriend sighed.

“Of what?” Carmen asked in confusion. The way Meredith refused to meet her eyes told her all she needed to know.

“Of us,” she thought bleakly.

“I don’t understand,” Carmen said, again finding her voice. “Don’t I treat you well?”

“Of course, you do,” Meredith sighed again. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what?” Carmen felt herself reeling. Of course, she knew that they’d had their problems, but what couple didn’t? Were those problems really worth ending a three-year relationship over?

Meredith lowered her eyes to the floor. “I’m not sure what it is. I just know that something isn’t right here. We aren’t right.” It came as a bitter realization, making her voice wobble. “Sometimes I just feel like your heart is somewhere else.”

It had been those last words that lingered with Carmen most. She returned to the moment with a slight jolt. With a faraway expression, she gathered her things. If her heart was not with Meredith, then where was it? she wondered.

She suddenly slammed her hands against the surface of her desk. The intensity of that gesture snapped her out of these thoughts. She was about to attempt patching things up with Meredith. She couldn’t possibly hope to do that if her mind wasn’t in it.

“Snap out of it, Carmen,” she grumbled to herself.

The lawyer gathered the last of her things before she left her office.

As she entered the office area just outside of her own, she smiled graciously to her secretary, who was also wrapping up her day on this early Friday afternoon. The glint in the woman’s eyes said that she was all too happy to enjoy the half-day that Carmen had given her.

Jennifer quickly offered her boss the airline tickets she’d asked for, as well as the information on her romantic week on Paradise Island in the Bahamas. “Have a wonderful vacation, Ms. Cruz,” the receptionist said warmly.

Carmen smiled with a friendly wave. “You too, Jennifer,” she said.

“And good luck,” Jennifer called after Carmen just before the woman in black slipped out the door.

Jennifer stared after her for a lengthy moment. She had worked with Carmen since she had joined the firm. She respected her. Truth be told, she liked her — and how often can a person actually say that about their boss? But she had noticed a change in Carmen within the last few weeks. The dark-haired lawyer seemed sad. Of course on the few occasions Jennifer had attempted to bring it up, Carmen had merely flashed her trademark smile while assuring her that everything was perfectly fine.

Jennifer wondered if she could believe Carmen’s smile. She sighed, then set the phones to roll over to voice-mail, completely unaware that just then an important phone call had come in.

“Carmen, it’s me.” Sigh. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking — God, I hate doing this on your voice-mail, but your cell is turned off or something. Look, if we can’t bring some life back into this relationship, it’s over. I just don’t have it in me to keep going like this. I’ll be waiting at my condo tonight. If you don’t show, then I’ll know we’re through.”

Carmen slipped from behind the wheel of her sleek convertible. The black car was so much like the suit adorning her hourglass figure. She had a certain standard she enjoyed. The successful attorney reveled in the finer things in life, settled for nothing less. It was a fact that presented itself in every aspect of her person. From designer suits to expensive cars, it was all part of her plan. It was what made Carmen’s passionate brown eyes burn with a zeal for life. Anything less simply would not be permitted. It didn’t fit into her mapped-out world.

She sighed, closing her car door with a bit of a slam. Carmen ran her fingers through her long dark hair. My plans, she thought sadly. The truth was that lately her plans didn’t seem to be going as she would hope. That was the reason she was here now. She was attempting to salvage the relationship which was three years into its painful demise. If this didn’t work, she didn’t see any other way than to just end it and put it out of its misery.

It wasn’t as if Meredith was a bad woman. She wasn’t at all. In fact, Meredith was wonderful. She was romantic. She was beautiful. She was intelligent. She was all the things that people looked for in a partner. Carmen just wasn’t sure if Meredith was all the things that she wanted in a partner. Somehow they had begun to drift apart before either of them had realized it.

The sensual Latina sauntered away from her car, absently clicking the alarm. She heard it give a chirped goodbye. Her heels made crisp sounds against the pavement as she drew closer to the florist’s door. She extended a delicate hand, but stopped when a young man hurried to catch the door for her.

She surveyed him for a moment from behind her dark sunglasses before her full lips broke into a slow-forming smile. Carmen dipped her head in thanks, then entered the floral shop while the young man released the door and left, feeling a bit spellbound.

Standing in the heart of the shop, she was overcome by its aromatic scent. She reached up her hand, slowly removing her glasses. Her intense eyes scoured the horizon, taking in the vibrant flowers. Her head tilted in quiet observation. She slowly folded her glasses within her right hand then tucked them into her small purse.

As Carmen drew nearer to an exotic bouquet of black tulips, she smiled. Her sister loved Queen of the Nights.

“May I help you?” a woman asked as she sidled up to Carmen. Her youthful face was hopeful.

Carmen turned her head toward the woman and flashed her an alluring smile. “Yes,” she said. Her voice was rich, like the warm coloring of her skin. “I need a bouquet of your most beautiful red and orange roses,” she instructed gently.

The young woman smiled knowingly. “Ah, a fiery bouquet,” she said.

Carmen nodded, pleased that the florist understood her desire for a passionate message. She had to attempt to infuse her relationship with the heat that it had teemed with in the beginning. Her hope was that this romantic rendezvous would be the start of many more to come.

The florist turned, making her way toward the register at the front of the store. “Can I get you anything else?”

Carmen felt a tugging at something deep inside her. She paused, then looked once more to the wistfully romantic tulips. Something in their beauty reminded her of her sister. She felt a pang in her chest.

Alejandra was another aspect of her life that did not seem to be going well. Her sister was her best friend and soon, she would be leaving California to begin nurturing her career on the east coast.

Carmen was naturally happy for her sister’s success, but she hated the thought of Alejandra being so far away. With those thoughts swirling throughout her mind, her decision was made.

“Yes, actually,” she said. “I would also like a bouquet of Queen of the Night tulips with lavender roses.”

The florist regarded Carmen with a gentle air. She smiled softly. “An excellent choice,” she said. “Is there a special occasion?”

Carmen could only smile. It was a wry smile as if she alone held the secrets to the mysteries of the world. Her brown eyes stared through the thickness of her lashes before she broke their spell upon the blushing florist.

Daintily, Carmen’s fingers perused the small cards on display. She clasped hold of a very simple card with a flowing script saying, I need you. It seemed a bit modest, but it couldn’t possibly be more true to her feelings. For a fleeting moment, she wondered: Or is it?

That feeling of doubt was squashed beneath her clarity while regarding the next card. Missing you. There was so much she wished to tell Alejandra, but no card could ever convey what her sister would be able to read so clearly in her eyes. Alejandra could always tell what hidden truths existed just beneath the surface when so many others fell victim to Carmen’s smile.

Carmen gave the florist her information, then instructed the deliveries to be made at both her girlfriend’s condo and her sister’s house.

“Here you go,” the florist said. She offered up a pen. “For your cards.”

Carmen accepted the pen, then set it to expressing what she felt.

Beneath I need you, she wrote every sensually erotic longing she possessed for her lover. She struggled to fit the messages onto both the front and back of the small mauve card. She ended with instructions for Meredith to meet her at the airport and, finally, the time of their flight. Gently, Carmen pushed the card to the side.

She stared down at the pale peach card reading, Missing you, and sighed heavily. She wanted to say, Don’t go! She wanted to beg for Alejandra to stay, but how could she do that? How could she put her own wants above those of her sister?

Carmen swallowed hard at the lump in her throat, then wrote what she thought she ought to say as the older sister, what she thought she should say as a best friend. With those thoughts swirling through her mind, she wrote:

I will miss you more than I can say, but I know that this is for the best and I support your decision completely… just as I have always supported everything you do. I love you and good luck.

The message caused a slight shiver to flicker down her spine. It sounded so unnatural. This wasn’t how she interacted with her sister, Ally. She quickly pushed that card away as well, unable to look at it any longer.

“We’ll get these right out to Ms. Cruz and Ms. Connelly,” the florist promised, smiling as she took the cards and their matching envelopes. The mauve and peach colors were going to go brilliantly with the bouquet selections Ms Cruz had ordered.

Carmen retrieved her sunglasses from her purse, then frowned as she began looking for her cell phone. “Where is it?” she muttered. She sighed, realizing that she didn’t have time for backtracking her steps. She would simply have to call Jennifer later and have the woman look for her phone at the office on Monday.

Surely, she thought, I must have left it there.

Carmen left the floral shop with her mind lost in a thoughtful haze. She didn’t seem to pay much attention to the errands she had to run in preparation for her trip, and it was well into late afternoon when she arrived home. She entered her loft with a chaotic mind. Still, it wasn’t Meredith that she found her thoughts drifting toward. It was Alejandra.

Why? she wondered.

She moved into her bathroom, shedding her clothes. The air felt good against her bare skin.

She reached for the faucet, then turned on the water. Suddenly the loud hiss of water stung at the air.

As Carmen stared into the mirror, her pensive expression began to grow softer and softer until it was veiled by steam. With the light hitting the mirror just right, she could have been another person. She stared at the reflection in a sort of faraway gaze. She didn’t even realize that she’d lifted her hand, not until it was stroking her breast. She gasped sharply, feeling her finger and thumb pinch a nipple.

She purred loudly. Her hand clutched tightly to the counter-top while her other continued to manipulate her aching nipple.

Carmen released her throbbing nipple. She slid her hand down her side and over her full hip. Her thighs opened for her. Slowly, her hand slipped between her legs.

Dark eyes burned toward the mirror as she gazed more heavily at the ‘other’ woman. Carmen could see herself pushing into her. In her mind, the moan she heard was not her own. It was the other woman’s. She took ‘her’ faster and deeper, needing to feel her climax run down to her wrist.

A cry ripped past her lips. When it bounced off the walls to impact brutally against her, Carmen trembled.

“Alejandra!”

Carmen buttoned her fitted blue jeans with trembling hands. The sound of that lustful cry still echoed in her ears. She pulled her black tank top over her head while logic began to explain away what her emotions were beginning to cling to.

You were thinking a lot about your sister all day, she thought. That’s the reason you said her name. You were still dwelling on her move, that’s all.

She stared into her mirror. The eyes staring back at her defiantly voiced that they were far from convinced. She ran her fingers through her long hair before leaving the bathroom.

It was early evening when she lightly jogged down her stairs. She picked up her suitcase which was waiting in the foyer, and left her loft.

In an uncharacteristically silent drive, during which no music played and no cell phone rang, Carmen needed time to think. She wondered whether the card saying Come away with me would be received by a willing heart. She wondered if it was too late. Most importantly, she wondered why she couldn’t make herself care more. The possible end to her relationship with Meredith seemed a very distant second to the ache she felt at the thought of losing Alejandra to distance.

Carmen arrived at her sister’s house before she was even aware of having driven there. Her brown eyes welled with tears as she took note of the ‘for sale’ sign perched on the meticulously manicured lawn.

While the engine grew silent beneath the hood, Carmen sat quietly taking in her sister’s beautiful home. She wondered if she should go in, or simply start the car and drive away.

The front door opened to reveal the seductive silhouette of the house’s owner. With Alejandra waiting in the door, Carmen was robbed of her last option to quickly leave.

Slowly, the silhouette changed as the woman began to leave the threshold. She walked around the front of the car, revealing her athletic body in a flash of white and pale blue. She stopped, leaning close to the driver’s side door. Her face was beautiful, radiant within the night. Her olive skin glowed as her sister’s did, but unlike Carmen’s it was a much paler shade. She didn’t worship the sun the same way that her older sister did. Her long dark hair was black like her mother’s. Her lips were full and supple. They could often form into the same bewitching smile her sister possessed, but for Alejandra, her smile spoke of a certain shy air while Carmen never failed to convey confidence.

“Do you always linger outside women’s houses?” Alejandra asked softly, but with a smile.

Carmen huffed a laugh. “Only the beautiful ones,” she joked.

Alejandra’s face warmed with the onset of a slow-forming blush. She dipped her hands into her sister’s convertible, then tugged gently at her arms. The silent insistence urged her sister to come inside. She smiled as Carmen nodded in assent, then began slipping out of her car.

Carmen closed the door behind her absently. She watched Alejandra for a lengthy moment, simply taking her in.

Alejandra wore a fitted white tank that showcased her wiles. A flash of her lower back could be seen as the top ended. From her shapely hips, a pair of light blue silk pants glistened like ice. She walked barefoot into her home, tucking a thick strand of her hair behind her ear.

Carmen followed her sister into the house. She let the door close behind her. Moving more into her sister’s beautiful home, she found Alejandra waiting on the couch in the living room. She stopped when she saw the gorgeous arrangement sitting as the proud focal point of the room.

“They’re beautiful,” Alejandra sighed dreamily. She looked to her sister just as the woman stooped over the back of the couch to tenderly kiss her lips.

“You’re beautiful,” Carmen said. She felt the onset of butterflies fluttering throughout her chest. Why had they come? She had kissed Alejandra before. They were raised in a very physical and affectionate family. She decided not to dwell on it as she walked around the couch to sit with her sister.

“I haven’t read the card yet,” Alejandra said. “I wanted to wait for you to call or come over.”

Carmen smiled, though she was a thousand miles away from the moment.

Alejandra’s eyes widened in remembrance. “Oh that reminds me!” She hopped up from the couch, then moved toward the bar separating the kitchen from the large living room. Her hand clasped her sister’s cell phone before she walked back to the couch. “Here,” she said, “you left this.”

Carmen laughed ruefully and shook her head. “I was wondering what I’d done with it.” She took the phone, then set it to rest on the coffee table.

Carmen lifted her eyes to the young woman still standing before her, the same beautiful young woman who was staring at her so intensely. “What?” she blushed. She wondered why she was blushing. She never blushed.

Alejandra slowly lowered to kneel before her sister. She sat back on her heels. Her eyes gazed adoringly into Carmen’s eyes while her lithe hands came to delicately rest against her knees. “What’s the matter?” she asked gently.

Turning her head, Carmen looked at anything but the eyes she felt watching over her so closely.

Alejandra rose up gracefully until she stood a little taller on her knees. Now that they were face to face, her gaze was felt more intensely. “Amor,” she whispered.

Carmen froze. She felt consumed by an urge to take Alejandra into her arms. It was both frightening and exciting in the same instant.

“I can feel that something is wrong,” Alejandra said quietly.

“I—I don’t want to talk about it,” Carmen stuttered. What is wrong with me? she wondered. Why was she suddenly acting so strangely? As she sighed, she realized that it wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk about it, so much as it was that she wasn’t sure what to say. Or what she was feeling. Whatever it was, it left her horribly confused. She was normally so certain, and now she wasn’t sure of anything.

“Okay.” Alejandra flinched slightly. She knew that she should not be hurt by her sister’s behavior. And yet, knowing that there was something her best friend could not talk with her about left her experiencing a dull ache in her heart. She looked around them, searching for a distraction. Her sultry eyes found the flowers proudly reigning within the room. “The flowers!” she said suddenly.

Carmen lifted her head with a confused look. “Hmm?”

“The flowers.” Alejandra uncoiled from her place at Carmen’s feet. She leaned over the aromatic bouquet. Her fingertips tenderly stroked a rose’s delicate beauty.

Carmen fell under the spell of the beautiful woman. She found herself unable to take her eyes off her sister then. She watched the way that the light shone in her black hair. She noted how her sister’s touch always seemed to be convey the utmost gentleness. Surely that had been the reason that Alejandra was such a skilled violinist. Her hands, after all, were the reason New York was calling so desperately. Carmen frowned, suddenly feeling very jealous of the city.

Alejandra lightly plucked the card from its perched home inside the flowers. She turned with a playful air and flashed a brilliant smile. “Here it is,” she said.

Carmen woke from her thoughts, only to feel her face blanch.

The smile upon Alejandra’s lips began to fade as she witnessed the horrifying way that Carmen paled. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Don’t read that card,” Carmen blurted.

“What?” Alejandra looked away from her sister to the mauve card inside her hand. “Why not?”

“It’s… it’s….” Carmen leapt to her feet. She struggled to take the card, but Alejandra extended her arm, keeping it away from her sister’s reach.

“It’s what?” Alejandra asked curiously. “Let me read it.”

“No!” Carmen protested. “That’s the wrong one.”

“What?”

“They sent you the wrong one!” Carmen fought to struggle the card away from her sister.

Caught in a tangle of legs and arms, they tumbled to the floor.

Laughing joyously, Alejandra’s eyes were alight with a smile. She gazed up at her sister, meeting her eyes. “It’s just a card, Carmen,” she said. “Let me read it.”

Carmen’s breathing quickened as she supported her weight in her arms. She lingered above her alluring sister, feeling how their bodies pressed together.

Alejandra never broke eye contact as she opened the envelope. When she had the card in hand, her eyes shifted to the text, written in her sister’s beautiful handwriting. She allowed her eyes to rove leisurely over the words. It was not long before her eyes began to burn with a depth Carmen had never seen and a sound escaped from the length of her elegant throat that made Carmen’s breath tremble.

“She’s very lucky,” Alejandra said in a throaty voice.

“Who?” Carmen whispered. She adjusted the weight of her body, but could not bring herself to move from atop her sister.

“Your girlfriend.”

Carmen suddenly remembered that she had to get to the airport. That was where she was supposed to meet Meredith. She had written the airport’s name and the time at the very end of the note. The note that was now in her sister’s hand.

“Oh God,” she groaned in realization.

“What?” Alejandra reached out her hand. Gently she stroked her sister’s soft cheek.

“If you got this card, then that must mean that Meredith got the one I was going to send you,” Carmen sighed.

“Was my card as beautiful as this?” Alejandra smiled.

Carmen favored Alejandra with a slow-forming smile that she only ever gave her lovers. That fact did not escape her, but she didn’t run away from it either. “Mmm, more,” she purred as her head turned to plant a soft kiss upon her sister’s wrist. Her bottom lip caught against her wrist while she realized that she was flirting with Alejandra.

Alejandra sat up slightly. She supported her weight with her elbows, her face drawing closer to Carmen’s. Her eyes lowered quickly to take in her sister’s mouth. She regarded it closely for an agonizing moment — wondering, although not for the first time what it would be like to kiss Carmen. She wanted to kiss her, just as she had seen Meredith kiss her. What would it be like? Would Carmen be soft or gentle? What would her kiss taste like? She shivered suddenly beneath her sister.

Carmen felt the tremble. It caused her heart to race.

“Did the card that Meredith got ask her to go on vacation with you?” Alejandra asked softly.

Carmen shook her head. She held her breath for an instant as Alejandra drew closer. She leaned into the cheek moving to smooth her own.

“Well, then…” Alejandra felt her heart pounding thunderously inside her chest. She was certain that the breasts pressed so deliciously to hers could feel it too. “Since I received the invitation, I think I ought to be the one to go away with you.”

Carmen’s eyes flashed. Her heart was racing. She wanted to have that week alone with Alejandra more than she had ever imagined possible. She felt butterflies the way a person feels butterflies when about to leave on their first romantic trip with a new lover. The very thought of it made her skin tingle.

“H-how quickly can you pack?” she asked in a throaty voice.

Alejandra’s eyes burned. “Help me?” she breathed. Her breath caught inside her throat as Carmen quickly nodded, then leaped to her feet.

Carmen reached out. When her trembling hands felt Alejandra’s shaking inside her grasp, the touch sent an electric jolt through her limbs. She held her sister’s hand in hers and led the way up the stairs to Alejandra’s master bedroom.

Continue on to Part Two

By Jane Doe

Lana
I awaken slowly, my eyes drifting open and shifting to peer at the clock — it’s almost noon — and then down to the soft, slender girl nestled in against me, head on my shoulder, arm slung over my waist.

The house is quiet. Dad must be off to work as usual. Jen is so peaceful, her face relaxed and almost angelic, despite her brightly dyed hair and piercings.

I can’t help but smile as I watch her sleep. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so content in my life. Her warmth flows into me, keeping me drowsy, and her arms around me speak of a more tangible love than I’ve ever experienced before.

It’s been a week now since this started, this beautiful sexy thing with my sister. I know people would say it’s wrong, but at times like this I can’t fathom why. It seems so perfect, the understanding, the synergy of it, the unconditional love.

I do love her. More than she’ll ever know, I’m sure. So much it makes my heart hurt sometimes. But that’s not for now. Now is a time to be happy, a time for me to be me, and her to be her, and for us to be in love. For that love to be not just okay, but a truly wonderful thing.

Despite Jen’s minor protests I cup her chin gently, lifting her face up to mine. All resistance ceases as our lips meet, warm and soft, parting so we can taste one another, tongues slowly twining and exploring. Even when first waking up, she tastes wonderful, her scent is intoxicating, and my hand slides up from her chin into her soft, silky hair. She lets out a soft moan into my mouth and it almost undoes me, its tone resonating through my body, driving me to the limits of my self control.

Lips still locked together, I push Jen onto her back, slowly sliding up to straddle her. When our kiss breaks, I smile down at her and she smiles up at me, her eyes soft and warm, happiness and desire laid bare. It’s amazing how just a look from her can have such an effect on me, making my heart lurch and my breath quicken. But my musings are cut short as she reaches up and pulls me down into another kiss, her free hand sliding up my back under my shirt, making me shiver…

*****

Lucy
I can barely contain myself, bouncing around my room. I get both Aubrey and Katie on the phone: tonight is so going to rule! Everything is taken care of, Katie has the movie tickets, Aubrey has made sure her friend is working. If this doesn’t snap Lana out of her funk, nothing will!

I bop down the stairs and wave to my parents, zooming out the door to my car. Now off to the Parker household. The radio is on, loud and peppy, just how I like it! So, yeah, ever since she dumped Craig, Lana has been in this total mood, not really interested in boys or partying or anything. And I’m not gonna let a friend of mine live like that! Especially not Lana-belle!

The past week has been really bad. I’ve had to work on Lana just to get her out of her damn house. But tonight, TONIGHT! This will be a girls’ night out like no other, and all for her! I hope she appreciates this. I’m totally geeked, this is so gonna rock.

I pull up in the driveway, and not only is Lana’s car there but her dad’s as well. No matter, I bust on out of my car and hop up to the door, walking right on in as usual, like I own the place. Lana’s dad is sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the paper, score! Easy info!

“Hiya, Cap’n! Where might Lana be?” I ask, giving him a bright smile and tossing a salute his way.

He looks amused, at least. “Hi, Lucy, I don’t think she’s up yet. I haven’t seen either of the girls.”

“Okie dokie, I’ll just head on up and interfere with her slumber!” I toss him another grin as I go for the stairs, and I briefly see him smiling and shaking his head, going back to his coffee. I bet he was really hot when he was younger.

*****

Jen
God, this is perfect, better than I ever imagined it could be. Kissing Lana, touching her, it’s paradise. My hands sliding up the soft skin of her back, under her shirt, then back down her ribs and side, feeling her shudder under my touch as we kiss. I grip her hips for a moment and she almost grinds against my pelvis, making it my turn to shiver and moan.

I let my hands slide down further, so temptingly close to the juncture of her legs… but instead I trail my fingertips down the insides of her thighs, kissing Lana so deeply I feel like I can almost touch her soul. My heart thuds in my chest as my hands move upwards along her body once again, our heat blending and heightening the arousal we both feel. My hands continue their journey, working their way over her firm, smooth stomach and my nervousness reaches its peak as I move my left hand up to gently cup her right breast.

And I can finally say that I understand guy’s fascination with them. Lana’s reaction is every bit as wonderful as I hoped. She squirms on top of me and I writhe under her, making the most of the friction between our bodies, and I revel in the feel of her breast. Soft, so incredibly soft, warm and almost silky as I stroke it, a lovely weight in my hand, the hard button of her nipple, an odd firmness to it.

Her moans have almost turned into a hum, letting out little gasps that break our kisses. I want nothing more than to have my sister like this forever. To be able to bask in her pleasure and make her moan and squirm. She straightens up, still straddling and I follow, lost in her warmth and softness. Pot has nothing on this high.

In one smooth movement I pull up her shirt and catch one of her nipples in my mouth, suckling as though I was a baby starved for nourishment. I can feel her shudder in my arms as she cradles my head, letting out a soft cry and stroking my hair, my breasts pressing against her tummy, every inch of contact between us a source of incredible pleasure.

Once again I tell myself: This is heaven.

*****

Lucy
I creep up the stairs, quiet as a little mouse, a Cheshire Cat smile on my lips as I prepare to put my plan into action — oh, Lana is in for it! Sneaky-sneaky I go up, then down the hall, silently sliding up to Lana’s door. I listen intently for a moment.

Wait, does Lana already have company? For a moment it sounds like there might be hanky panky going on in there, the kind that might explain her distraction in school! I listen for a moment more, but as much as I strain I can’t hear any more of the sounds of possible wickedness.

My grin spreads even wider. It would figure, right? — little Miss Good Girl having some guy up in her room, maybe even overnight! I knew she had to have a sex drive buried somewhere in there.

Either way, I’m gonna find out! I position myself, tensing and then springing like a cat on the hunt, flinging her door wide open and… what the hell?

*****

Lana
It’s like liquid fire flowing through my body as Jen sucks and nibbles at my breast, her hands sliding with sanguine ease over my back. God, she’s far too good at this. I know I’m wet, probably more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. How fucked up is that? How fucked up is this? I’m with the first person I’ve ever wanted to sleep with? Make love to? However you want to say it, I want her. I want her badly.

Her tongue flicks back and forth over my nipple, driving conscious thought from my brain until the bang of a door thrown open cracks through my head like a gunshot, and I can’t do anything but freeze in horror, like a deer in headlights.

*****

Jen
Lana freezes and I almost throw her down on the bed beside me. Who the fuck would have such horrible timing? Blood is rushing in my ears and my heart is pounding a mile a minute as I pull up the covers, knowing that there’s no way in hell I could possibly have moved fast enough to hide what was going on.

*****

Lucy
Where the heck is she? Her bed is all made, her room immaculate as usual. Puzzled doesn’t begin to cover it. I stand there, pondering, until I hear the door behind me open. I turn around and there’s Jen, looking a bit perturbed and still sleep-mussed, but pretty damn cute in her little black t-shirt and panties.

She’s looking at me like she would a sideshow freak, though. Actually, she would probably be less confused and more intrigued by a freak. So I give her a bright smile.

“Hey there, sexy. Where’s your big sis?”

She puzzles over the question for a moment — I suppose she just woke up. My bad.

Then she jerks her thumb back over her shoulder. “She slept with me last night. Now that you woke us both up, I need a shower.”

She yawns and slides around me, but I get an arm around her waist just enough to trail a hand over her bare belly as she moves away. If she has a thing for me, why not have some fun with it, eh?

“Sounds like fun, hot stuff. Maybe next time I’ll join you.”

I don’t wait for a response, but instead bound into her room, pouncing onto Lana’s half covered form on the bed. She groans in protest, which earns her many tickles! We tussle on the bed until she cries, “Uncle!” and I lounge back as she lies there panting.

*****

Jen
Did Lucy just hit on me? Wandering down the hall, my mind boggles. I think that’s the absolute weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me. Well, in a fashion. Once Lana and I realized the door that banged open was not the door to my room, that by some miracle we’d escaped discovery, an almost palpable wave of relief flowed through us both. With another quick kiss, I’d gotten up to figure out just what was going on. And now, shower time, I suppose.

So weird. I feel kind of bad for Lana, though. In the privacy of the shower I can take care of my built-up tension. Lana is just left at Lucy’s mercy. What a freaky morning.

*****

Lana
For the first minute, all I can do is lie on the bed and pant. Lucy must have a sixth sense for finding my ticklish spots, damn her. I finally roll onto my back, eyeing her suspiciously. And she looks oh, so satisfied with herself, that little smirk telling me all I need to know about how she’s doing.

I let out a long sigh, expelling the last traces of breathless tickle-induced laughter. “So then. Is there an actual reason I’ve been assaulted this morning?” I ask, stretching languidly and watching my oh-so-smug best friend.

“Maaaaaaayyyyyy-be…” is all Lucy has to offer in response.

I let out a frustrated little groan and sit up slowly, not quite ready to deal with her shifty ways this soon after waking up — especially after being so heart-stoppingly interrupted in the heat of lovemaking. I refuse to even think about how frustrated certain parts of my body are.

“You’re a pain, Lu. An absolute pain.” But she just smiles as I give her another dubious look.

“Yes, well, it’s not like it’ll matter, not until after you’ve had a shower and dressed properly.” She giggles lightly, letting me know that something is most definitely up.

“What have you got planned?” I groan. “I’m supposed to be spending the day with Jen. I can’t just ditch out on her.”

My stomach drops as I see her smirk widen into a grin. “Well then, we’ll just have to bring her along. I wouldn’t dream of making you break a promise, especially to your precious little sister.”

I don’t like that look. I don’t like it one bit. “Um. Yeah, Lu, about Jen—” I’m not quite sure where to start. Her grin fades into a look of curiosity, eyebrows raised and lips lightly pursed.

“What about her?” She grins again. “She’s definitely cute when she first wakes up — bet it’s nice to be next to her when she does.”

Once again, I’m amazed by Lucy’s nonstop sex drive. Does her mind ever come out of the gutter? And she has no idea how close to home her innuendo hits. I watch her and think, She always teases me for being so serious all of the time. She’s my best friend and a freak in her own right, but how would she deal with this? Knowing about Jen and me.

I want to trust her. I really do. Even to think about being able to tell someone, it makes my heart hammer with excitement. I want to tell! I really want to, but the thought of actually telling someone, anyone; it makes my mouth dry with nervousness even as it makes me almost giddy with excitement. One side of me is screaming to tell her every last detail, the other side demanding I keep it secret forever.

Lucy is watching me as well — a bit puzzled now, eyes wide and curious, head cocked to one side. Her eyes almost beg me to give up my secret, so wide and openly interested.

I don’t think she would ever judge me for what I’ve done with Lana. I hope she wouldn’t.

Somehow, I manage to speak. “Yeah, I mean, I think I figured some things out.” I’m barely able to keep from stammering, and can’t quite keep my tone even. I have to stop for a moment, taking a deep breath. Am I going to do this? It doesn’t feel like my heart is racing anymore; it feels more like it’s trembling in my chest, threatening to stop completely.

“Ooooooo! And what did you figure out, lil’ missy? No fair keeping it secret!” She’s immediately on all fours at the foot of the bed, giving me an eager, expectant stare. “Is Jen into me like you thought?”

There’s something about the excitement in her voice — the mixing of hope and something I can’t quite define. It makes my stomach quiver with a tinge of heated jealousy, if only for a moment.

“Um, it’s not quite what I thought. I mean…” I feel sort of guilty as I see her face fall, losing the strength I’d gained from my foolish jealousy. Does she have some kind of feelings for Jen after all? So many questions, so few answers.

“Well then, I mean, why did she freak out when she saw us kiss then? Bah, not like it really matters, today is for you! We need to get you out of this funk you’ve been in!” She smiles again, making my heart melt, distracting me from the topic at hand. I’ve never had a friend like Lucy, so eager to put everything else aside for my sake. Sure she can be a little self-absorbed at times, but if I really need her, she’ll be right there beside me, no matter what.

“I haven’t been in a funk!” I object, smiling back at her easily, naturally.

“Oh yeah you have, girl! You’ve been spending all your time in, never coming out with us. You need to get back in that saddle and find yourself a man worth having!” She’s almost bouncing, still on all fours, excited and happy. She looks so pleased with herself for coming up with a way to get me out and back on the dating circuit.

I have to tell her. “Well, Lu, I’ve kind of found someone.”

“Oh my GOD! No, you haven’t! And you didn’t tell me? Spill. Now.” It’s her turn to look oh, so serious, as though this was some huge breach of best-friend etiquette.

I sigh deeply and steel myself to take the plunge. “Okay, I mean, I guess Jen didn’t—”

Lucy makes a face. “I don’t need to hear about the Jen thing anymore! I wanna know about your boy!”

I can’t help but smile as I roll my eyes at her. “It’s not a boy.”

She looks puzzled for a moment, and then a wicked smile plays slowly on her lips.

“Oho, you tricky girl! Guess you couldn’t get enough of the girl-on-girl action, regardless of what your little sis thinks, huh?”

She hasn’t gotten it yet, but I suppose it’s not the sort of thing anyone would expect.

I take a deep breath, preparing to drop the bomb. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, psycho girl, if you stopped interrupting me! It’s why I’ve been spending so much time at home. I mean… I guess Jen didn’t have problems with you kissing me so much, but more with me kissing you.” I can’t help but look down as I speak, avoiding her searching eyes.

After a moment of silence I look up at her, my anxiety returning tenfold. I can see her puzzlement slowly turn to realization, eyes opening wide in shock, mouth hanging open.

“You mean, you and her? In bed?” She looks utterly boggled, and I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad reaction.

With impeccable timing, Jen chooses this moment to reappear in the doorway, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, skin and hair damp and shining. My eyes are glued to her and, good God, she’s sexy. Lucy’s eyes have also turned towards my sister. I think being the sudden focus of our attention is a bit disturbing to Jen, especially considering Lucy’s agitated state.

I slowly stand, walking over to my beautiful Jen, and slide an arm around her waist. She gazes at me searchingly, making my heart ache and my thighs quiver. Her soft brown eyes quickly glance over at Lucy sitting on the bed as my fingers lightly trace her jaw line, sliding around to the back of her neck and pulling her into a breathless kiss, quickly parting my lips and plunging my tongue deep into her mouth as though I could touch her soul if I kissed deeply enough. The union of our mouths leaves us adrift, in that special place where a few seconds can seem like hours, and hours melt away like seconds.

“Oh my God, that is fucking hot!” Lucy’s stunned voice breaks us out of our reverie and we both look at her.

We must have made quite a picture, the three of us. Jen is blushing furiously, not just in her cheeks, but a faint redness rising along her collarbone as well. Lucy is staring open-mouthed once again, but with an intense interest burning in her eyes.

“Um, Jen, yeah, I told Lucy about us,” I say sheepishly, giving her an embarrassed smile.

“Told? I think that was a lot more than telling,” Jen fires back, giving me a dubious look. She struggles with what looks like anger with me for blurting out our secret, but her love wins out.

I can’t help but smile as Jen’s arms wrap around my waist and she buries her face against my neck. I can feel the heat of her blush and her breath, her body pressing close in against mine, sheltering her from embarrassment and Lucy’s gaze.

What a time for her to be wearing nothing more than a towel.

Continue on to Chapter 5