A Widows Legacy Ch 04

Passing through the dense thicket of an overgrown field Yelena Belova trudged reluctantly onward, unsure of her destination.

The Soviet Helicopter waiting for her was hardly up to the standards of 'an Avenger'. Given however, that Natasha Romanoff was a fugitive and she was an assassin with a compulsive sexual appetite, the two Widows would just have to make do. Circling the rusted heap, Yelena checked the rotors and flaps before finally inspecting the cockpit.

Breathing onto the murky surface, Yelena wiped the window with her palm. On the other side she could just make out the silhouette of her sister changing in the cargo hold, pale pink flesh jiggling before the blonde's wide eyes. Hearing a low groan from inside, Yelena enjoyed Natasha's annoyed murmuring as she struggled to fit into her costume. Feeling a twitch in her loins however, she tore her gaze away from this tantalising display; another lustful episode would only delay their mission.

Dropping her bag Yelena pulled out her favourite vest, quickly tugging the tactical green garment around her shoulders. Removing a ration from one of her many useful pockets Yelena bit into the stale bar, waiting impatiently for the redhead to appear.

Door clunking open the redhead finally emerged:

"Still fits!!" Natasha stated proudly.

Turning to look at Natasha the blonde balked; Seeing the infamous Black Widow on TV was one thing but seeing her sister dressed up in real life?? That was more delicious than any candy:

Without access to her full Avengers arsenal Natasha had to make do with a crisp white arctic-tundra suit. Having kept the garment in storage for several years, the old costume struggled to contain the redhead's fuller body; flesh threatening to burst free from every stretched white seam and black straps clinging to her swollen curves.

"What do you think?" Natasha asked distractedly; oblivious to her sister's hungry gaze as she struggled to tug the zipper over her own voluptuous chest.

Swallowing her dry mouthful Yelena scoffed; relying on the ration bar to stop her from salivating:

"You know a vest like mine would cover up all that extra... you??"

Natasha scowled:

"Just get in the damn chopper."

Climbing back inside the redhead went to the cockpit with Yelena close behind to enjoy her view of that sumptuous rear.

Take her seat Natasha primed the spluttering engine for take-off whilst Yelena stowed their gear in the rear bay. Rumbling into life beneath her feet. Storing a weapon, the blonde finally piped up:

"You know I've been following your career?"

"OH YEAH?!"

Flipping various switches Natasha shouted over the rotors, barely able to hear her obnoxious co-pilot. Eying the gauges, the redhead frowned at the high oil pressure as the girl continued:

"Uh huh! In da New Red Room we were tasked with researching your missions! Eyewitness statements, security footage, interviews! I think they wanted us to take after you!"

Shrugging Natasha tugged on the control stick to lift the chopper into the air, pointing the vehicle southwest.

Pulling on their headsets, both Widows were relieved to block out the deep rumbling as they travelled upward:

"Vhy do you always do that thing?"

"What thing?"

"You know... Dat thing you do."

Nonplussed Natasha twisted to face her sister. Sighing theatrically Yelena demonstrated:

"You know dat thing you do where you bend over and flip your hair..."

Crouching Yelena looked over her shoulder and pouted dramatically. Flexing the young Widow presented herself once more:

"Its a sexy pose, you're a total poser."

Attempting several gratuitous positions Natasha scowled as Yelena arched her back even further; practically bouncing on the spot as she wiggled her behind at her sister.

"I'm not a poser..."

Consumed with denial and self-loathing, Natasha turned back to the controls; unwilling to confront her scandalous past even as Yelena persisted:

"Aww come on they're great poses but its like your obsessed with your ass!"

"I'm not the one obsessed with my ass!" Natasha replied defensively:

"Everyone else is..."

Probing the Widow, Yelena handed Natasha a ration bar:

"I heard all these insane rumours..."

"Like what?"

Taking a bite Natasha's face immediately soured; struggling to chew the stale candy as Yelena continued:

"Like you're some kind of secret whore for the Avengers."

Choking on her food Natasha twisted to face her obnoxious co-pilot:

"What!?!"

Yelena chuckled:

"Yeah, like your old SHIELD boss had you go around fucking targets; getting information through sexual manipulation!"

Making a fist the blonde pumped it through her hand over and over before finally breaking out into giggles. Blushing deeper still, Natasha refused to look at Yelena:

"That's not my story..."

The blonde shrugged:

"I know! Of course they were just stories... You are hero, not some whore! The girls in the Red Room made stuff up about the Avengers all the time; like one even said you fell in love with a Witch! Ridiculous right??"

Natasha said nothing, eyes fixed on the sky as she quickly changed the subject:

"You know we need to talk about your problems not mine!"

"I can't help it!" Yelena exclaimed, becoming defensive when confronted with her own failings: "Itz like Im horny all the time!"

Natasha nodded; if anyone could understand it was her. But whatever chemical subjugation they had inflicted upon the Widows in the Red Room Yelena's lustful behaviour was obviously more than just her flawed judgment:

"We'll figure it out ok?? But I need you focused; where we're going there's a good chance there'll be more action."

"Vaut do you suggest??" Yelena replied sarcastically.

Nodding over her shoulder she instructed the girl:

"Look in my bag."

Retrieving Natasha's kit from the cargo bay Yelena tugged open her duffel bag, the young blonde's eyes widening: Stuffed inside was an assortment of sex toys.

Rifling through the contents of her bag, Yelena tugged out a pair of handcuffs, tossing them aside to inspect a bulbous, mushroom-shaped object with the words 'PROPERTY OF SHIELD' printed across its side. Realising it was still sticky the blonde flinched; dropping the well-used toy:

"Eww!"

Blushing Natasha kept her eyes on the sky ahead of her. Tugging out a pair of knickers Yelena blanched; the frilly pink underwear so unlike the woman she assumed the redhead to be:

"So about all those stories-"

"-just shut up and find something to get yourself off!"

"It won't vork." Yelena replied dismissively: "I've tried masturbating it just makes me... worse."

Confused Natasha considered their previous encounters: "You came plenty of times before-"

"-With you!" Yelena muttered forlornly, "And from the contents of dis bag I'm guessing you have more experience??"

Dropping back into her co-pilot seat the young Widow played with a broken vibrator; fascinated by the object in her hands in spite of all her derision. Rolling the shaft between her fingers Yelena glanced over at her unimpressed sibling. Becoming more suggestive, the blonde blew on its head; pursing her pouting pink lips.

Annoyed by Natasha's lack of reaction, Yelena became more daring; taking a long, slow lick of the shaft to taste its entire length. Finally taking the fake cock into her mouth, the young blonde sucked on its head; getting a surprising frisson just from this minor oral interaction. Glancing her way however Natasha only raised an eyebrow at her sloppy performance.

Becoming more and more engaged in this erotic display, Yelena forgot her childish mission in favour of sucking hard on the cock, taking more and more of the dildo into her mouth. Practically swallowing the whole length of the shaft the blonde gagged as it hit the back of her throat.

Caught off guard by her inexperienced slurping both Widows reacted; Yelena coughing and spluttering as Natasha snickered:

"Wow! You really are a virgin?!"

"I am not!" Yelena spluttered indignantly; "we trained in the Red Room-"

"-Uh huh," Natasha drawled sarcastically: "no wonder you can't get yourself off."

Incensed, Yelena huffed adorably. Clearly frustrated both by Natasha's reaction and her own incessant horniness, the blonde Widow glared out of the window at the passing clouds even whilst a stray hand slide toward her crotch once more...

Wary of her sister's total lack of focus, Natasha considered their situation; both Widows were about to enter the viper's nest, and whatever the scientists had done to Yelena in the Red Room this lustful state now only impeded their mission. If they were both going to get through this she would have to get creative... and cross a new line.

Sighing Natasha finally came to a decision:

"Well if you're not going to get yourself off... I'd better just do it for you."

Glancing back at the redhead Yelena raised a hopeful eyebrow:

"Really??"

Natasha patted her thigh:

"Sit in my lap and I'll show you the basics. Just remember why we're doing this ok? For the Mission."

"Ok!" Yelena beamed before Natasha flashed her a glare:

"I mean whatever... it's just for the mission."

Climbing sideways Yelena slipped under Natasha's arm; planting herself in the Avenger's lap. Faced with the back of the blonde's head Natasha took in the girl's tight braids; just as she had taught her when they were kids...

"Take the stick."

Tugging Natasha's fingers away from the controls Yelena expectantly placed them against her own body before taking over the aircraft.

Sliding her palms up and down the girl's sides, Natasha took in Yelena's curvaceous form; she really had grown up...

"Remember when we were little and Momma let you drive the car with you sitting on her lap??"

Natasha bit her lip, electing to take the initiative by unzipping Yelena's little green vest, allowing the blonde's exquisite chest to breath:

"Uhhh, I wouldn't bring up Mom just now..."

Still perched on her lap, the blonde simply shuddered in place as Natasha massaged her, enjoying the contours and weight of the Widow's perfect chest before plucking each nipple in turn to test her response. Of course Yelena was immediately receptive, gasping and moaning, biting her lip as her nipples hardening.

"OHhhh yesss..." Yelena murmured in Russian.

Ignoring the complex implications of their screwed-up relationship, Natasha elected to be practical; this wasn't about the past, this was about ensuring the Widows had a future.

Yelena struggled not to fidget as her fake sister held her tightly with one arm whilst her other gloved hand began playing idly with the lace of her bra in a decidedly unfamily friendly way.

"Uh," Yelena said, her neuroses returning almost immediately. "Natasha?"

"Mm?" she heard from behind as the redhead's breasts began pressing firmly against her own back, both Widows feeling the heat between them in this intimate position.

"Are you sure you're up to this Mission??"

Natasha wrapped her arms around Yelena's belly, giving the girl an encouraging squeeze. Over her shoulder however the Avenger's face told a less confident story:

"Sure... it's going to be fun!"

Just as conflicted as the young blonde, Natasha remembered she was the adult here; if she could just remain in charge they could handle what came next:

"I'm just going to show you the ropes, what gets me off. We're just two Widows, with zero inhibitions! Besides, its not like you'd ever figure out how to do it on your own..."

Twisting her head around Yelena whipped Natasha's face with her braids whilst the whole helicopter twitching:

"Vaut did you say!?"

"Nothing sestra..."

Natasha replied innocently: "Just keep us flying due east alright?"

Yelena nodded, preparing a retort which died in her throat as Natasha's fingers suddenly moved up her inner thigh. Biting her lower lip, the blonde trembled as a hand skimmed up over the crotch of her own white suit before dipping under her belt. Sliding through these tight confines Natasha's palm brushed over downy blonde hair, making its way south once more. At least this way they were bonding Yelena rationalised sheepishly: Momma would be so proud of her little girls...

Taking a breath Natasha strengthened her resolve before finally allow her digits to glide over wet folds:

Immediately gasping in pleasure, Natasha was forced to tighten her grip around Yelena's waist to stop her from bolting. Tightly intertwined, the older Widow moved her lips so that they were millimetres from the blonde's ear:

"This is the stuff they can't train you..."

Still unsure how to go about stealing Yelena's cherry, Natasha elected to touch her sister as she would herself, without agenda or manipulation. Hence their current position, her tutee held tight against her own front; intertwined as one. Yelena quivered; Natasha's hand still wrapped around her swollen peach whilst clouds flew by in her periphery. Steeling herself, Natasha began to teach the girl before her the techniques she used to get off:

"You need to start with this," the redhead whispered as she ran a fingertip lightly over Yelena's clit, "And then figure out what you like."

"Meaning?" The blonde stuttered, unsure whether her nerves stemmed from embarrassment at this weirdly incestuous situation, or Natasha's fingers so easily sending little bolts of pleasure into her belly.

"Well..." Natasha replied gently, positioning a finger on either side of the swollen bud and rubbing them back and forth gently: "there's indirect pressure..."

Yelena sighed involuntarily and found herself rolling against the redhead, wanting more contact.

"...or more direct pressure..." Natasha said, flicking a digit over Yelena's clit, causing the girl to instantly spasm, her hips jerking violently against the redhead and winding the other woman.

"Wooo!" Caught between pleasure and exhilaration Yelena jerked her controls; the ancient chopper dropped several metres:

"Woah!" Natasha gasped, gripping the blonde's core too hard as her own stomach flipped: "What are you doing?!"

Eyelids flickering Yelena composed herself desperately, still panting for breath: "We're both doing a really good job!"

"hold it together alright?!"

Shaking her head, Natasha continued bravely:

"Look; there's also a circular motion I really like, ok?? Sort of the best of both worlds..."

Yelena's legs shook and her eyes widened as the redhead's fingers touched her intimately once again. Confronted by this gentle persistent treatment the blonde swallowed. Natasha was right; she had never felt anything like this before. Twitching and jerking uncontrollably, she wondered vaguely if this was a good thing as this kind pleasure was completely unravelling her. Yelena who always liked to appear in control, now found herself lost in the pleasure her sister created.

Natasha on the other hand was totally on edge, shocked by the warmth spreading from her loins throughout the rest of her heaving body. The purpose of this was to control Yelena's libido; not to overpower her own! And yet... Yelena was just so close... and so warm! Not only that, but the girl's full behind was pressing against her own core, which had only been frustrated by all the horny blonde's exploits. So with every turn of her own hand Yelena twisted and writhed against her, cheeks rubbing Natasha's nethers with a deliciously unwanted insistence.

"That's good..." the redhead croaked hoarsely, hot breath against Yelena's neck sending yet another inappropriate surge to where Natasha's fingers moved against her: "But you need to hold it together... Your ahhh! Discipline yourself!!"

Natasha bit her lip as more sparks of pleasure jumped through her system, Yelena's writhing creating a delicious pressure against her own sex:

"Now... Just, think about something sexy..."

Yelena forced herself to nod, knowing she could only hope to follow the latter instruction; Natasha's wavy red braids tickled her cheek, and her scent filled her nose. The blonde knew she should come up with some hot fantasy, she had plenty, but she couldn't think of anything else beside the famed Avenger as she felt an unstoppable pressure bubbling up in her belly, Natasha continuing to stroke her pulsating pussy into a frenzy:

"Natasha...?" Yelena gasped, sounding small and uncertain; more like the child she once knew than the fierce assassin Natasha before her now.

"It's okay," Natasha murmured, still coaxing her tutee as she made tighter, quicker circles with her fingertips:

"Just, ahhhh... let go!"

"I-I can't!"

"You have to," Natasha insisted; increasing the power of her ministrations as the girl quaked under her hand. Slipping a second finger between swollen lips, the redhead swirled her talented digits whilst rubbing the pad of her thumb up against Yelena's red hot clit:

And that was all it took. Red sparks flashing in Yelena's eyes; the blonde Widow arched against Natasha hand and lets her head lull back, exploding eyes rolling as she felt an intense, insatiable pleasure overwhelm her rational mind:

"Natasha!!" Hearing her own name cried out once more the Avenger bit her lip; unable to suppress her own reaction. Shuddering she suppressed a deep groan, squeezing her eyes tightly shut:

"Pizz-dets!!"

Uncomfortable with her own lack of control the redhead swore guiltily in Russian once more.

Feeling the helicopter jerk and dip Natasha's rational senses returned rapidly as the redhead realised her sister had fully let go of the stick. Scrambling upright Natasha reached for the handle in alarm; only to be cut off from the controls:

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Grasping Natasha's hands Yelena redirected them back to her waiting pussy; hot cream still gushing over the redhead's fingers; squirting downward from where Natasha had summoned it.

Overcome with superhuman arousal Yelena acted out of instinct, ignoring the ancient chopper's increasing peril in favour of further stimulation.

Struggling in the pilot's seat the two Widows fought for control: Yelena demanding satisfaction:

"I vaunt more!!"

Squeezing those experienced hands against her pussy Yelena gasped as she forced Natasha's twitching fingers hands to re-entered her slit; forcefully stretching herself open.

"Yelena!"

Natasha yelped attempting to retrieve her own digits from the girl's sopping pussy. Pinned beneath the girl, Natasha wriggled helplessly as the Widow got off on this strange contact.

Struggling to keep her bucking Black Widow at bay, Yelena pressed her ass back against the redhead; using her weight to keep her sister in the seat. Determined to coax herself another orgasm, the Avenger's pleas fell on death ears.

Thinking fast, Natasha considered the chopper's downward trajectory into her survival equation; feeling her stomach lurch as they descended. She needed to take back control of this aircraft. Right now!

Factoring the blonde's insane lust and her own sexual experience, the Avenger quickly surmised this was her only advantage. Trapped beneath the blonde Natasha also knew she had only one weapon left at her disposal. The Widow's sting:

"Sorry sis, this isnt gonna kill you but its not gonna tickle either!"

Activating her gauntlets Natasha fired an electric charge from her wrists; both hands still wrapped around the girl's hot wet core.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!"

Yelena screamed as 50 kilovolts surged through her pussy; the wetness between her legs igniting the electric current and literally flashing sparks.

Muscles spasming Yelena jerked uncontrollably against Natasah. Eyes rolling the blonde's tongue lulled from her gaping mouth as she experienced this latest humiliating, painful orgasm.

Tensing the Widow kicked out her legs as she flailed, her sympathetic sister holding her down as she squirted uncontrollably and spattered the aircraft's console.