It had been 3 weeks since that fateful day when Helen, and her daughter Clare, had discovered the vibratory delights of their washing machine, and as a consequence had gone on to make passionate love to one another. Helen's first lesbian experience was at the tender age of 42.

The incident had been praying heavily on Helen's mind ever since. Surprisingly it was not the jealous aspect that concerned her. Clare had been positively enthusiastic to make love to her mum, and had instigated some very lewd behavior!

No, it was the lesbian aspect. Helen had never felt any sexual attraction to other women before. In fact she regarded herself as a strictly heterosexual cock loving mother of two! She loved the feeling of her husband's fat cock stretching her pussy as he slipped slowly into her, and then reveled in the fullness she felt as he drove it in and out of her wet pussy. She also loved cum. Many women she knew hated the taste and feel of cum and avoided giving their partner a blow job if they could help it. Helen loved it. She greedily sucked on his cock, and made sure that when he did come the stringy jets of jizz landed on her face, and preferably in her mouth, where she savored it, before swallowing it down.

However, she had now started to fantasize about women all the time, and in fact was becoming a little obsessed. She would see attractive women in the street and wonder; had they ever licked pussy; were they gay or straight; was their pussy shaved or hairy like hers? Where were these thoughts coming from, why now, and most importantly, why had it taken her so long to discover the delights of Sapphic love?

It was a warm sunny afternoon and Helen's best friend Laura had come round for one of their regular coffee and chat sessions. Helen and Laura had first met in high school and become firm friends. They were inseparable as teenagers and had kept in close contact ever since. Laura was godmother to Helen's daughter Clare, who always referred to her as Aunty Laura.

Helen and Laura were physically very similar -- tall and slim with firm D cup breasts; the sort of figures that always attracted male attention. The only difference was their coloring. Helen was the typical English Rose with clear pale skin and long light brown hair. Laura, on the other hand had a long mane of fiery red hair, and typical of redheads, had a very light covering of freckles on her face, arms and upper body, which only served to enhance her overall attractiveness.

They were relaxing on the sofa chatting about nothing in particular when Laura suddenly said, "What's the matter Helen?"

"Nothing," she lied, "why do you say that?"

"You seem very distracted. What is it? Missing Martin already, not getting enough cock?" asked Laura. "Where has he gone by the way?"

൒ Days in Dubai on business," said Helen. "No, I'm fine, although I am going a little short!"

"When Dave used to go away I'd end up fucking myself with all sorts," said Laura. "I used to go to bed early with a bottle of wine, and watch tally. I'd usually fall asleep, but when I woke up horny in the morning all I needed to do was reach for the empty bottle and give myself a really good fucking. It was lovely. I think the feel of cool smooth glass sliding in and out of a hot and horny pussy is exquisite."

Helen laughed, "I know what you mean, and I try all sorts, but mostly dildos or vibrators. However I 'discovered' the washing machine the other week. That was wonderful, we loved it."

"We?" queried Laura.

Helen, realizing her slip up, quickly said, "Me and my pussy."

"Oh, I see," said Laura in a suspicious tone, but said no more.

The 2 women were always completely open with each other, but their chats only occasionally turned to sex. Helen decided to take advantage of the current conversation to bring up the question she had been dying to ask and the reason for her distraction that Laura had correctly noticed.

"Laura, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course," said Laura, "and I'll give you an honest answer if I can."

"Have you ever been with another woman, you know, sexually?"

"Oh yes," she replied, "quite a few over the years. Why, haven't you?"

"It's something I keep thinking about," Helen lied again, "and wondered what it would be like"

"Well, I'm not exactly a lesbian, I love a good cock, but when I have been with a woman it has always been wonderful. Tender, loving, and the orgasms have usually been much better than with a man. We know what we like you see!"

"Wow, I'm quite shocked!" said Helen, taken aback. I didn't think you'd be so open about it. How old were you when you first did it?"

"Eighteen," replied Laura after a brief pause for thought.

"Oh God! We were nearly inseparable then," said Helen, "and I never knew anything about it. Who was she?"

"I'd rather not say," replied Laura.

"Why not? You can tell me."

"No. It's best if I don't."

"Why?" enquired Helen, "go on, I won't say." After a short pause Helen smiled, "Oh I get it now! I knew her, didn't I?"

Laura's silence was admission enough. "Was it Michelle?" said Helen. Laura shook her head. "Or Mary.... No, I bet it was Tasha, I did wonder about her," Helen continued.

Laura had known Helen for too long and knew that she would not give up now until she told her. So she took a deep breath and said quietly, "It was Jane."

"Jane? Jane who? We didn't have any friends called Jane?" replied Helen in confusion.

Laura just looked at her expectantly, waiting for the information to sink in. Suddenly Helen's eyes opened wide and she gasped, "Oh my God -- Jane? My sister Jane? My elder sister Jane?"

Laura nodded sheepishly.

"You fucked my big sister? I just can't believe it," marveled Helen.

"Well strictly speaking she fucked me first, but yes!"

"I'm stunned," said Helen. "You've never struck me like that, and Jane certainly hasn't. How did it all happen?"

"Well actually, it was because of you."

"Me!" cried Helen. "Come on, you have to tell me now. This is unbelievable. Give me all the details now, if you can remember them."

"Christ Helen, it was quite a momentous episode in my life, I can remember every detail like it was yesterday. To be honest it has been a burden keeping it a secret from you for nearly 25 years!

"If you really want to know I will tell you the whole story, but afterwards we need to figure out what to say to Jane, if anything, because I was sworn to secrecy."

"No wonder," remarked Helen. "No, I want to know the whole story -- right now!"

"OK, it'll take a while so relax and let me go through it........................."

It was a beautiful summer's day and I was feeling great. Just turned 18 and dressed in a thin summer blouse and short cotton skirt, my freshly washed red mane flowing behind me. I actually felt quite attractive, not the slightly geeky ginger nut I usually saw in the mirror!

I skipped up your driveway and rang the doorbell. Jane answered. "Hi Jane, is Helen in?"

"No," said Jane, "she's spending the afternoon with Maggie."

"Oh, of course she is, I forgot. No problem I'll catch up with her again." I looked up and realized Jane did not look herself. Her face was strained, and she looked like she might have been crying.

"Are you OK Jane, you don't look yourself?"

"I'm fine it's nothing, don't worry."

There then followed an awkward pause where Jane seemed to be thinking about whether or not she should close the door on me. I turned to leave and then Jane suddenly said, "Laura, do you have a minute?"

"Of course," I replied, "I have the whole afternoon now I know Helen is not here."

"Can you come in a moment; I want to ask you something?"

I entered the hall and Jane waved me into the living room. I felt slightly uncomfortable. Although Jane was less than 2 years older than us, I had always looked up to her, and admired her. She seemed far more refined, elegant, grown up, and just downright sexier than us. And now she was asking for my advice, how could I possibly help her?

I sat down on the sofa next to the lovely Jane. She seemed to be trying to phrase her words. After a pause she looked at me and said, "Has Helen said anything about me recently? Has she said anything about me acting weird towards her, or possibly spying on her?"

I didn't need to think about the answer. "Good God, no," I replied instantly. "She thinks you are wonderful. The best sister ever she tells me, and I know she loves you to pieces."

Jane visibly relaxed. "Thanks Laura, that helps to make me feel better," she said. "I don't want to upset her." After a pause she added quietly, "I love her too, perhaps too much, that is my problem."

"Sorry Jane, you've lost me now. How can you love her too much, she's your sister?"

Jane looked at me with a sad expression. "I've been having fantasies about her."

"Fantasies? What do you mean? I don't understand."

Jane looked at me as though I was some idiot child, sighed deeply and replied, "Sexual fantasies!"

"Oh my God!" I said, truly shocked. "How did these come about? That is, if you want to tell me?"

"I need to tell someone, I'm going mad. That's why I asked you in. I feel I can't cope with it on my own, but don't know who to share it with. I may be making a mistake telling you, but I've started now.......

Ŗ to 3 weeks ago I wandered into mum and dad's bedroom. Helen was having a shower in the en-suite bathroom, and we have a clear glass door on the shower cubicle. I had never realized before, but if the mirrored doors on the wardrobes are open at a specific angle then you get a perfect view of the shower.

"I walked into the bedroom to be confronted by the startling image of my naked sister showering. I was instantly captivated. As you may have noticed she has wonderful boobs. She was stood in the shower soaping her breasts and rubbing them gently over and over again in a circular fashion. Her hands were moving gently over her nipples, which were getting harder and harder.