Sisters Reunited

Helen was 15 when her sister left. It all seemed to happen very suddenly, she thought, one big row and the next thing she was gone. Becky, was 18 when it all happened and she had moved to an unknown address. Helen had been left with her father, and her mother, who refused to have Becky in the house ever again, leaving Helen in the dark as to the whole incident.

She had asked her mother many times what had happened, and her reply was always the same: “It doesn’t matter what happened.”

Her mother had been very kind and understanding towards her throughout the whole incident and had been somewhat hostile to Becky so Helen accepted her mother’s reply, and not wishing to upset her, she avoided contacting her. It was a great surprise to her then, when out of the blue she received a phonecall from Becky. Helen was extremely excited to hear from her sister after almost 3 years. The call was very brief so as not to be heard by Helen’s mother who was in the bath upstairs. The gist of the call was that Becky was moving abroad and wanted to see her before she went to say goodbye. Becky had told her the address of their new place and told her to come over tomorrow afternoon, as both parents would be at work with no way of finding out they had met. Helen was so excited about the call, that she was buzzing all evening, causing her mother to enquire what was up with her. Helen was aware that she was acting strangely and told her mother she was just tired and she was going to have an early night.

Helen went up to her room and closed her door. She reached under her bed and pulled out a box. In the box were the only record she had of her sister’s existence and she took out several photographs of Becky and looked at them. Becky certainly had the looks in the family she thought, even though the pictures were largely of the two a couple of years ago, it was clear to see that Becky was a stunning girl. She had long waves of flame red hair and piercing green eyes. She had developed much earlier than most other girls her age with a physique at 15 that any woman 10 years older would be proud of. She had always been very aware of her attractiveness and had harboured a desire to go into modelling when she left school.

Her parents had ignored her to begin with, it was just a girly dream she would grow out of. However, when she was 18 and left school she continued to insist on a modelling career. This had caused tension between her parents and Helen felt that it was what responsible for her mother’s hostility towards her sister as her father seemed to be in favour.

Now Helen was 18, and Becky would be 21. She wondered what her sister would look like. She remembered the way she had looked when she had left when she was 18 and looked in the mirror at herself. Becky was tall and curvy, with long legs and large gravity defying breasts. Helen looked like her mother, she was short and mousy, she wore loose fitting clothes to disguise her more plump frame and round gold-framed spectacles, giving her a very bookish appearance. Unlike her sister, she got very little interest from the opposite sex and concentrated her attention on her studies.

She looked at the clock on her bedside table, it was almost 4 in the morning now, but Helen was still far from tired but nevertheless, she tucked the photos back in the box, changed into her nightie and slipped into bed, anxiously awaiting the meting with her sister.

Helen must have gotten to seep very late that night as when she awoke, the clock read 12:30 and she jumped out of bed and threw on her clothes. She ran eagerly down the stairs and straight out the front door, before going to the bus station and boarding a bus into town where her sister had told her she was living. It was only a short journey away and within 10 minutes she was there. She stepped nervously off the bus and searched around for the street where they lived. She walked slowly along to number 43, the address Becky had given her. Then she took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell with trembling fingers. From inside, the lock clicked and the door creaked slowly open.

The figure at the door was instantly recognizable by her trademark flame curls, and as she gazed at her sister stood on the doorstep a huge smile spread across her luminously painted red lips. The 2 girls stood taking each other in before Becky lunged forward and threw her arms around Helen. Helen was every bit as pleased to see her sister as Becky, and the two held a loving embrace for a full 2 minutes on the doorstep before Helen finally entered the house.

It was in the brightly lit living room that Helen could see her sister properly. “You’ve hardly changed at all!” said Becky first, “You look the same as I remember you when you were 15!”

Helen could hardly say the same. Becky was still extremely attractive, but in a different way. Her hair had been permed, and she wore fake eyelashes and lots of makeup. She was still very slim, but she looked out of proportion. Her breasts had always been bigger than average, but now they were almost comical in appearance as they bulged beneath her sweater. She had always looked older than her years, but although she was only just 21, she looked at least mid thirties.

Despite having so much to catch up on, Helen only had one subject on her mind, but made smalltalk with Becky. “Still doing the modelling then Becks?” she enquired.

“Yeah”, she answered, “I’ve got a new contract abroad, so I’m off to live in the sun!” “How d’ya get on with your exams Helen, you were always clever?”

“Straight A’s” said Helen somewhat embarrassedly. “My brains were all I had to rely on!”

Becky giggled before replying, Well at least you aren’t likely to end up like me.”

Helen looked around the house, it appeared that Becky was doing very well for herself, and answered “I don’t think I’d mind all this, and I certainly wouldn’t mind looking like you do, you’re gorgeous!”

Becky smiled again, You ain’t so bad Helen and you’re brainy with it.”

Helen rolled her eyes at the reply, “Yeah, but big brains will never compete with big tits, will they, I haven’t had a bloody boyfriend yet, never mind a good shagging!”

“Helen!!” replied Becky in amazement at her sister’s reply, her appearance belying such frank language.”

“It’s true!” continued Helen, “I’ve almost worn out my vibrator, my fingers have been working overtime at my minge!”

“I didn’t know you thought about that sort of thing Helen, I’m shocked!”

“I’m still human” said Helen, “What I wouldn’t give for a nice juicy cock inside me!”

“It’s more trouble than it’s worth half the time, believe me…..I’d much rather have been at home the last 3 years with you than here on my own!”

This answer intrigued Helen, and she felt it was a good opportunity to bring up the question which had bugged her for all those years.

“What the hell went on that night, Becky?” she asked, wondering about it everyday for 3 years.

Becky looked back at her in amazement, “You mean mum hasn’t told you?”

“No” she replied, “She just refuses to mention you or what happened, is it something to do with your modelling.”

“Er, yeah….sort of” Becky replied awkwardly, “I can’t believe that you still don’t know!”

Then Becky went on to explain what had happened the night she was thrown out.

“As you know, I wanted to be a model since I was about 14 or so, but mum wasn’t keen. Dad went out and bought a Polaroid camera, and when she was out, he used to take pictures of me, and we sent them off to agencies. Nobody believed I was only 14 due to my early development and the only offers I got were for “glamour work”. I didn’t know what that was, and dad explained that I was too young for that kind of thing and he told me to forget it. When I was 16, no one was interested in me as a model, so I forgot about it, and did my exams instead. However, I was somewhat “distracted” in sixth form by several horny guys and even a couple of teachers. When I got my grades I knew they wouldn’t get me anywhere, and I went back to dad and asked about modelling again now I was older, I could do catalogue work or something I thought, but again the only replies I got were for “glamour work”. This time I insisted to know what glamour work was, and dad explained that it involved nudity. I was anxious to know what sort of nudity and how much, and dad went under his bed and pulled out some magazines. He showed me some “reader’s wives” pictures, and they were fairly tame, just flashing tits. I thought I could handle that, and they paid £50 a picture! Dad wasn’t happy taking pictures of me like that, but I begged him till he did it. Within a week I got a cheque for £200 and a copy of the magazine with my pictures in it. They were fairly tame and they put a black strip across my eyes so you couldn’t really tell it was me. I soon asked dad to do some more pictures, and I got a bit more risqué and got my pussy out for the camera. Dad got a bit excited and I could see he had a hardon, and I started teasing him about it. He got really embarrassed and refused to take any more pictures. I felt a bit nasty teasing him like that, and said I was sorry, but he still wasn’t happy and so I went and give him a hug and a kiss. He got a bit carried away with things and we started snogging properly and before I knew it he was groping my tits. I sort of felt responsible for his arousal and decided to help him out, I pulled his pants down and started sucking his cock as he snapped pictures of me giving him a blow job. Then, we heard a bang and before we knew it mum was home from work, just in time to catch dad ejaculating all over my face.”

Helen found the story hard to believe, “Why did she not throw dad out too?” she asked.

“Dad told her I seduced him and he couldn’t stop me, she wanted to keep it quiet for your sake and so she kicked me out!” “I managed to get the pictures and sent them off to a magazine telling them the man was my boyfriend and I was looking for a job”. “Luckily, I managed to get a job with a magazine doing hardcore stuff and the money was good so I could get this place”.

Helen was still disbelieving and was also curious, “What sort of thing do you do then?” she asked.

“I can show you”, she answered, and went and got a pile of magazines from the bedroom. She was followed in by Helen, and she sat on the bed and watched Becky reached under her bed and pulled out a box just as Helen had done the night before. Inside the box were several adult magazines and a couple of unlabelled videos. Becky tossed the videos aside and lifted out a couple of magazines turning to some photo spreads. The pictures she was now seeing of her sister were very different from those she had under her bed.

Becky still had the same pretty face and sweet innocent look on her face, but further down the page, she was being penetrated by a tanned muscular man with a huge thick erection. Helen was stunned as she examined a couple more magazines showing her 21 year old sister being fucked in the arse and cunt, sucking cock, giving 2 guys handjobs simultaneously and being ejaculated over.

Becky felt ashamed and embarrassed at her sister seeing such items, but Helen was fascinated with the pictures, and was eagerly opening more magazines to find her sister in new sexual situations with huge-cocked porn studs.

Helen was breathing more heavily, a fact that Becky was becoming aware of, and tried to steer Helen away from her perusal. Helen was having none of it, and was eagerly flicking open more magazines. Becky decided to leave her sister to look at the magazines and went to make coffee for the two.

As she stood in the kitchen, she thought about her sisters reaction to her pictures, and was quite relieved that she didn’t seem too disgusted by them, and guessed that she was just naturally curious as she had not been exposed to that sort of thing before.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Helen had opened a magazine very much to her liking. In the photo shoot she examined with some interest, her sister was with another girl, a much older one around 40 Helen would guess, and she was dressed as a schoolgirl with the older lady dressed as a teacher.

The first page of pictures was fairly innocent compared with the seriously hard fucking pictures she had seen previously. However, Helen seemed far more interested in these pictures. As Helen turned the page, the 2 women seemed to get better acquainted and both were stood now in very skimpy bras and panties, and the elder lady was stroking Becky’s breasts through her top. Helen was really panting looking at these pictures and she could feel a warmth in her knickers. As she continued through the pictorial, she saw the girls tongues exploring each others mouths and the elder lady was lifting Becky’s huge boobs out of her bra. Becky’s hand was straying down towards her partners groin, and Helen found her hand doing the same as she observed.

These pictures were getting stronger now, and the couple were now fully naked and Becky had inserted a finger into her teacher’s vagina. The woman was busily sucking on Becky’s breasts and Becky had her eyes closed and looked to be enjoying the attention.

Helen was almost unaware of her excitement but had slipped her hand inside her skirt, pulled her gusset to one side and was busily rubbing at her swollen pussy lips as she watched her sister enjoying the attention of another woman.

Becky had finished making the drinks and was on her was back to the bedroom to see if Helen had finished looking at he magazines, but as she approached she heard a little squeal, and moved quietly towards the half opened door. She stood and peered through the doorway and could see her sister was looking at her pictures with the other woman and could see her hand was up her skirt. Her face was flushed and Becky could see from the flapping beneath her skirt that Helen was masturbating.

She felt quite strange at finding this, and just stood frozen to the spot. However, she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from her sister and she watched as Helen lifted her skirt, and stuck 2 fingers deep inside herself.

As she had told Becky earlier, she could see that her sister was clearly an experienced masturbator, and she watched the way she skilfully played with her cunt and rubbed her clit as she wriggled about on the floor.

Becky found herself fascinated by her young sisters actions and eagerly watched as she brought herself off. She was suddenly surprised when Helen’s legs jumped and she gave a sharp squeal of pleasure and Becky jumped and spilled hot coffee over her chest making her scream as it burned through her jumper.

Helen then suddenly became aware that her sister was outside, but didn’t know that she had seen what she had been doing. Quickly, she closed the magazine, and lowered her skirt, before opening the door to see her sister outside with a large wet patch on her chest and a look of discomfort on her face.

“Are you OK sis?” Helen enquired, and Becky explained she had spilt the boiling coffee on her skin.

Helen had done a first aid course in school, and offered her assistance. “Take your jumper off so I can have a look” she said.

Becky was not too keen, and said it was OK she would be fine, but Helen insisted, and Becky was forced to tell her that she was not wearing anything underneath the jumper.

Helen was not bothered, and after all had seen plenty more of her sister than a pare of bare boobs, but being there in the flesh exposed seemed strange to her and again refused to strip her wet top off.

Helen now took it into her own hands and took the bottom of the jumper and began lifting it up over her sisters bronze slender body, and Becky had little choice but to help her sister in removing the sweater. Se held her arms up in the air and Helen continued to lift the sweater over her head.

Becky’s top half was now completely naked and Helen looked at her sister’s body. Helen thought she was perfect, and was glad that the coffee had spilt on her chest as it allowed her to innocently examine her breasts without arousing suspicion.

She stood and looked and could see that her boobs were huge and round, much bigger than they had ever been in the pictures she had seen, and she noticed a big red sore on Becky’s right bosom. “Hold there” Helen said, and she went and got a cloth from the sink and soaked it in cold water. Then she went over to Becky and placed her warm hand beneath her sister’s breast and cupped it firmly as she applied the wet cloth to her skin with the other hand.

As the cloth hit her skin, Becky gasped as she felt the ice cold water caress her wound and as her sister pressed the cloth against her, several droplets of water escaped the cloth and ran along the perfectly smooth round orb and down onto Helen’s hand.


“Mmmmmmmmm” sighed Becky, “That’s nice”.

Helen was gripping Becky’s boob firmly and felt that even though her breasts were big and round, they felt very firm and almost hard.

“What’s the deal with your tits?” she asked innocently, “They’re much bigger than in the magazines.”

“Yeah”, Becky answered, “They’re falsies, I had implants, I got this contract for some videos so they paid for me to have them, I only had ‘em a couple of months.”

Helen removed the cloth from her sister’s chest and noticed the wound had begun to blister. “You need this looking at properly” she said and said they should go to the doctor’s to get it treated. Becky wasn’t too keen but gave in to Helen’s insistence and she slipped on a thin cotton shirt before asking if Helen was going with her.

“I can’t Becks”, she answered, “I don’t know how long you’ll be, and I gotta get back before mum and dad get home.”

“OK then love”, said Becky, “Come round again tomorrow so I can see you before I go.”

“OK Becks” she replied, and she waved her sister off to the doctors before going back into the house.

She gave it 5 minutes to make sure her sister was really gone and then she unfastened her skirt and let it slip down and off and she left it lying on the floor as she made her way through to the bedroom. Then she reached back under the bed and pulled out the box. She lifted it up onto the bed and lay down next to it. Then she opened it up and lifted out the magazines. Then she noticed the videos which her sister had kept her from seeing before.

She took them out and looked at them. There were 4 in all and all were unmarked. Then she remembered that Becky hadn’t started her video work yet and these tapes were not commercially produced, just ordinary video tapes.

She took the first tape and put it into the video player next to the bed. Then she pressed play and slipped her knickers down over her chunky legs and flicked them across the room. Then she lay, half naked, waiting for the video to begin.

After a couple of minutes the video crackled and the picture came on screen.

The picture on screen showed the bed she was lying on and on it was sat her sister, dressed in her school uniform, looking the way she had when she left home, and Helen noticed that the date on the bottom of the screen meant that it had been filmed on a home video camera and the date meant that it was filmed just a couple of weeks after Becky had been kicked out, making her just 18. Helen watched her sister introduce herself:

“Hi, my name is Rebecca Roberts, I am 18 years old and live in London, England. I am still at school at the moment, but will be leaving soon and really want to go into modelling and film work.”

Helen guessed that it was an audition video of some kind, and was far from interesting to her, and she was just ready to turn the tape off when she continued her speech:

“What really turns me on is the thought of all you horny guys out there looking at my body. I wish I could see you all out there stroking your big hard cocks thinking of my big tits and sweet little pussy. I love big cocks, especially slamming into me hard from behind!”