"I became so familiar with her schedule that I'd strip naked and put on my silk gown just before she started to shower so that during and after her next inadvertent show I had easier access to my own breasts and cunt. Watching her really got my juices flowing, but I found that my fingers were just not enough to make me cum as quickly as I wanted to, so desperate was I.

I've not got a dildo so I've started keeping an empty Coke bottle in my room. As my horny little sister frigs herself to orgasm in the shower I'm lying on my bed thrusting a Coke bottle in and out of my cunt, dreaming that it is Helen fucking me with a big fat dildo, until I come in a massive screaming orgasm. I then lick my own juices off the bottle neck and pretend it is her juices that I taste.

"How sick is that?" Jane finally screamed, before bursting into floods of tears.

The older Laura paused her story telling and looked at Helen.

"My God," said Helen, "she really was watching me. For a period when I was 18 that was my sex life. I'd massage my tits until the nipples were really hard and sensitive, and then rub my clit with the hard soap bar until I felt that lovely tingling feeling in my feet and groin. I worked out that if I lent backwards and thrust my pussy forward I could get the shower jet to hit right on top of my clit. The feelings were exquisite, and almost unbearable, but if I then fingered myself at the same time I was guaranteed a wonderful orgasm.

I would thrust my fingers in and out, locking my knees to prevent my legs collapsing, until I was hit by a series of orgasms. I could feel my warm juices running down my thighs until they mingled with the warm water and were washed down the drain. If only Jane had seen that, it would have driven her mad!"

"You were driving her mad anyway," replied Laura.

"Is that it?" asked Helen. "Is that all the story? You said you made love to one another."

"God, no!" replied Laura, "that was only the start. Let me continue......."

I really didn't know what to do. I was so far out of my comfort zone it was untrue. However I really wanted to help Jane, as I could see she was suffering. I took hold of Jane's hand and squeezed gently. She squeezed back and looked into my eyes.

"I just don't know what to do Laura," she wailed.

I decided to take a logical approach and after a moment I said, "What do you actually want to do?"

Jane just stared at me incredulously.

"What do I want to do? What sort of damn fool question is that?"

"I'm sorry Jane, I'm just trying to help. If we sort out what you want, and then what you can actually do, we may find a solution, a compromise."

"Should I tell you what I want to do?" Jane said rather scornfully. I nodded.

"I want to be waiting when Helen comes home from college. As she walks through the door I want to take her in my arms and give her a loving kiss. I'll then lead her to my room. I'll tenderly remove her blouse and skirt, and feast my eyes on her beautiful young body dressed only in bra and pants.


"I'll put my arms around her, and kiss her deeply on the lips. I'll then kiss slowly down her neck and across the tops of her breasts as I carefully undo her bra. As I remove her bra and discard it on the floor I'll begin to caress and kiss all of her breasts. I'll kiss her nipple, and take it in my mouth, licking and gently sucking until it becomes hard and distended, and ever so sensitive. I'll continue sucking, and start nibbling it gently until the sensations make her squirm with pleasure. I'll switch the attention of my lips and tongue to her other nipple, but keep the first one nice and hard by gently rubbing and pinching it with my fingers.

"Once she is moaning with pleasure I'll move my hand over her belly and onto her panties, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy. After letting my hand caress her mound for a few minutes I will kneel before her and slowly slip her knickers down, burying my nose in her fur as it reveals itself, breathing in her intoxicating musky smell.

"As her panties fall to her ankles I'll push my lips into her soft brown fur, kissing and nuzzling her pussy. I stand up, put my hands on her shoulders and press her gently to sit and then lie on my bed. I remove her knickers completely and gently spread her legs to reveal her virgin pussy lips. I start to gently kiss her inner thighs, slowly moving up until I start to kiss her pussy lips, moving up one side, across her clit, and then back down the other. Her lips open up to me like a flower as she becomes more and more aroused by her sister's love making.

I gently kiss her love hole tasting her juices as I slip the tip of my tongue into her beautiful cunt. My tongue moves up to her ***** clit, and I lick and kiss it, feeling it getting bigger and harder under my lips. Helen is moaning now, loving what I am doing to her. I rub my fingers around the entrance to her vagina to make them nice and moist as I tenderly slip one finger inside her. She moans and writhes at my touch.

"As she gets moister I insert another finger and start to slip them both in and out as I kiss, suck and nibble on her clit. Helen is approaching her orgasm, I can feel the walls of her vagina grabbing my fingers, she starts to gasp and tremble as I hit particularly sensitive spots. She begs me to fuck her harder, and I oblige. My fingers are moving faster now and my clit licking is more intense. Helen's body starts to buck and writhe as her release approaches.

I continue relentlessly, my fingers sliding in and out of her tight sloppy cunt and my tongue and teeth flicking her highly sensitive clit. Helen is gasping and moaning and can no longer lie still. All at once she tenses up, her body nearly vibrating, and then with an ecstatic scream her orgasm erupts and she goes over the edge. She comes hard, her juices, my own little sister's juices, covering my hand and face, and spraying into my open and willing mouth. I drink them down greedily.

"That's what I want to do!" Jane concluded quietly, slightly embarrassed by getting so carried away with her description.

A slightly breathless silence ensued. After her graphic outburst my own pussy was throbbing, and my panties were soaked.

"OK," I said huskily, "what do you think you can do?"

Jane stared at me with wild eyes, and then physically growled. I was instantly afraid; I thought she was going to attack me.

"FUCKING NOTHING!" she screamed wildly. "She's my little sister for fuck's sake. There's no way I could seduce her. She'd think I was some kind of pervert." She was gasping for breath.

"But you're torturing yourself," I pointed out. "You can't carry on like this; you'll have a nervous breakdown."

"I know, I know," she said, slightly calmer now, but ever so sad. "I think I'm destined to die of extreme sexual frustration. My whole body feels like a coiled spring with no sign of release." She paused, and then said softly, "What a fucking mess!" Jane fell silent and began to sob softly to herself.

I just sat their completely paralyzed by my conflicting emotions: I was so incredibly horny after she had described what she wanted to do to your body a large part of me just wanted to rip my own knickers off and masturbate violently with the biggest, fattest phallic object I could lay my hand on!

Another part of me was desperate to help Jane find a solution to her problem, and so find inner peace, and be able to get on with her life.

The final part of me was insanely jealous of you. I could scarcely believe the depth and intensity of Jane's feeling for you, both the lust and the love. I desperately wanted another human being to feel so deeply about me, as she did about you. Silly I know, but that's how it was.

How could I help? As the silence between us lengthened I was wracking my brains. All of a sudden a crazy idea came to me completely out of the blue. I initially dismissed it, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. It might just work.

"Jane?" I said. She looked up at me. "I've just had an idea. You may think it mad, but please just listen."

Jane looked at me and smiled, "I doubt you can help me, but thanks for trying," she said sadly.

"No," I insisted, "Just listen." She gave me her attention.

"Helen is my best friend," I began. "I probably know her better than anyone else. We are very similar in our thoughts and ideas, and lead almost identical lives. We are the same age, and same build. We also look very similar, apart from my red hair."

I paused, frightened to say the next sentence. Jane waited expectantly. I continued to practice the words in my head. Eventually I said very softly, "Why don't you.... I mean why not...." Oh god this was hard. I tried again,

"Why don't you seduce me?" I gulped before continuing, "And pretend I am Helen. Would that help?"

Jane eyes shot wide in astonishment. "Seduce you? You have to be kidding?" she said incredulously.

My heart dropped like a stone, was I really that hideous that she would not even consider it? But then I realized I had misinterpreted her signals. Her eyes had brightened slightly.

"Would you really let me seduce you?" she said.

"Oh yes, if it would help," I replied, secretly thinking, "fuck me now you gorgeous bitch, I'm desperate!"

"Honestly?"

"Yes I would," I confirmed.

I could see Jane's mind starting to work. After a lengthy pause, she said, "It might just work you know. I've always just thought of you as Helen's friend, but at the same time always regarded you as her 'pretty friend'. And you are very similar. Sometimes when you are at our house I'll just catch sight of either you or Helen leaving a room, or passing by, and I realize I'm not sure which one of you it was."

"Oh my God Laura, would it really work?" she added after a brief pause.

"I'm OK with it, depends if it works for you though."

"But why would you? Why would an attractive 18 year old virgin, I assume you're still a virgin, want to sleep with me?"

"A number of reasons Jane," I replied.