Unwilling to sleep in her fake mother's bed, Yelena slumped on the floor at its foot; utterly defeated by all that had transpired. Eyes still wet from her confrontation with her fake family and reeling from all she had learnt, the blonde Widow shivered as the room slowly turned dark; wishing she could be free from this nightmare.
Beyond Milena's shack however was nothing but the hell of an arctic tundra. Dressed in her skimpy underwear, Yelena was very aware of the cold, gloves and heavy combat boots hardly keeping her warm. Drawing her knees up against her chest the blonde assassin hugged herself. Tightly clasping the bottle in her hands, Yelena relied on the strong Vodka to lift her spirits.
Sliding open the door Natasha limped cautiously inside; still recovering from the brutal butt-pounding the night before. Dressed in her mother's robe, Natasha's red hair was wet from the shower. Finally feeling fresh, the Widow approached her sister awkwardly.
"I came in here because I didn't vaunt to talk," Yelena drawled, staring daggers at the Natasha.
"Fine."
Shrugging Natasha perched on the corner of the bedspread:
"But you know you'll freeze to death if you stay like that right??"
"I don't care." Yelena replied stubbornly; refusing to meet Natasha's gaze as she drank from her bottle.
Natasha shook her head; for all her sexual appetite Yelena still acted very much like a child:
"I'm just saying we could get in the bed if you're cold-"
"-So you vanna have sex now??" Yelena asked bitterly, "What happened to denial 'Ass-Venger'?? Or have you decided to stop pretending to be anything over than a whore? -"
"-You're right."
Interrupted mid-rant, Yelena stared at her sister; intrigued by her admission. Grasping the bottle Natasha attempted to tug it away. Fighting momentarily the blonde allowed herself to be dragged up onto the mattress, refusing to give up the Vodka. Finally realising how petty she was being, Yelena reluctantly let go; sitting beside her sister.
"I've been with everyone Yelena; Heroes, Villains, Wakandans, Aliens! And I've literally done everything..."
Shifting on her behind, Natasha winced as pain radiated up from between her cheeks, a painful reminder of the last few day's degrading activities. Taking a deep swig Natasha chuckled dryly:
"Assvenger... you know that's about right?! And I'm supposed to a role model for women everywhere... For you!!"
Yelena felt her heart soften; appreciating how hard it was for her sister to admit to her own debauchery. Natasha hadn't asked to be put on a pedestal or to be used by the powerful forces that controlled their world. And yet somehow both had become victims of the same corrupt system.
"The measure of a woman isn't being who they're supposed to be Yelena; its being who they are. Your desire... it doesn't have to be a weakness! If you embrace it could make you more powerful than any of us!"
"Sure; until Maria Hill decides she wants me as her personal ass slave..."
Natasha shook her head:
"Don't give up. What if Momma could help you? She thinks she has an antidote to your... libido problem."
Yelena shook her head:
"I don't trust her."
"She's been used just as much as we have."
Leaning against Natasha's warm shoulder, Yelena felt the last of her animosity draining away:
"All I ever wanted was for us to be a real family. Being a Widow ruined that..."
Hugging the girl against her side, Natasha twisted the blonde's braids affectionately whilst squeezing her shoulder:
"We're still a family. Just one that's a little... closer than others."
"Ha ha," Yelena chuckled sarcastically, smirking back at her sister:
"Family with benefits?"
"If that's what you need."
"Really??"
Taking the girl's chin Natasha tilted Yelena's head so they were face to face; looking deep into her sister's eyes. Stroking her cheek, the redhead breathed Yelena in, revelling in this mutual understanding and unabashed intimacy. Finally leaning in for a kiss, for the first time neither Widow was prompted by chemistry or circumstance.
Mouths sealing together, for several long seconds the Widows melted together; forgetting the insanity that had brought them to this moment and instead enjoying each other for who they truly were. Closing her eyes Yelena deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to lick Natasha's lips.
Ever riled up, Yelena knew that she was fighting a losing battle against her enhanced hormones; if Natasha hadn't come in here to reconcile she probably would have just masturbated herself into a frenzy! But it meant a lot to her that the redhead could empathise and wanted to help. Of course now they were caught between two states of being; both being sisters and now lovers.
Feeling that familiar insistence Natasha smiled; Yelena really was a little lust monster. Granting access to her mouth the blonde swooned, pouncing on the older redhead as their tongues danced together. Finally letting go off all her preconceptions of their relationship Yelena moaned as Natasha peeled away:
"Mmm, Really. Besides, we were never a conventional family anyway."
Pressing their forehead's together, Natasha spoke softly:
"I can be whatever you need me to be sestra."
Feeling bold, this time Yelena kissed Natasha; desperate to deepen their renewed connection. Relaxing into a full embrace, neither Widow denied their desire any longer, falling backward onto the bed.
"Vell, since I can tell you're so desperate I guess I could make an exception..."
Unsnapping the clasp of her bra, Yelena peeled the lacy green cloth away from her chest; the girl's pert bosoms bouncing into view.
Rolling her eyes Natasha snickered despite herself:
"God you're such a brat!"
Tugging the girl to her, Natasha and Yelena revelled in the heat off their warm bodies as they rolled together; limbs twisting as they let go of the pressures that had once held them back.
Allowing Yelena's mouth to feast on her own skin, Natasha felt her sister untying her robe; the girl peeling open silk to kiss her neck and chest before descending to her belly. Revelling in this comfort Natasha swooned, splayed out on the bed as Yelena's blonde braids tickled her skin.
Keen to return the favour however, soon the sisters tumbled over one another, Natasha using her combined skill as an assassin and lover to twist them around only for Yelena to do the same; each Widow wanting to worship the other.
"Heyy!"
Laughing Yelena moaned as Natasha kissed her bare thigh; her sister's red head sliding up towards her core as she looked down upon the reverse:
"We're both upside down!"
Giggling, the two sisters nuzzled together in an intimate 69, mouths finally delving into each other's depths.
Feeding on each other's cores, Yelena soon became overwhelmed, Natasha feasting on the girl's innards. Lips sealing around the blonde's swollen pussy, the redhead's sexual experience out-classed Yelena's own, Natasha's talented tongue quickly bringing her to a powerful orgasm:
"Unnngh!!"
Moaning into Natasha's pussy, Yelena clung onto the voluptuous body beneath as she climaxed; lashes fluttering adorably. Gushing out of Yelena's pussy, Natasha gratefully swallowed the blonde's cream; glad to ease the pressure on her troubled sister despite the larger implications of their incestuous affair. Gulping down several mouthfuls of Yelena's juices however, Natasha soon realised the girl's superpowered libido would not be so easily abated.
"Mmphggh!!"
Gulping down mouthful after mouth, Natasha slapped her sister's thigh; struggling to breath after swallowing so many climaxes. How could Yelena have so much cream?! Was this also a side-effect of her enhanced sexuality?! Lashes fluttering after minutes of intense oral, Natasha felt her mind fading, juices running into her eyes and hair; practically waterboarded in the Blonde Widow's cum.
Becoming more and more tightly wound the girls swooned; identical bodies interlocking in an incestuous embrace.
Lost in lust and genuine emotion, the blonde Widow barely noticed as the door slid open once more. Peeling her face from between Natasha's thighs Yelena groaned; the two terrible sisters caught in the act by their terrible mother:
"Vaut the hell are you doing in here?!"
Standing before them Melina awkwardly waited for the girls to peel apart; attaché case clutched under one arm. Feeling a tell-tale throb between her own legs, Milena bit her lip as the blonde's head arose from between Natasha's thighs; a strand of cream dripping from Yelena's chin. Raising her hand, the mother turned Scientist gently wiped her daughter's lips:
"I.. I just vaunt to make amends."
Standing in her own Widow suit, the brunette had been pleased to find the tight black costume still fit her mature body and had even redone her mascara to finish the overtly Russian ensemble. This she hoped would be a sign of solidarity with her girls.
"Uhhh!-Why??" Natasha gasped suspiciously. Head still trapped between Yelena's thighs; Natasha was at least glad for a momentary reprieve from the waves of cum. Heaving, the redhead felt her belly slosh with warm cream. Cocking her head, Milena looked between her fallen angels:
"I am obviously here to help you," the brunette explained: "although it is most gratifying to see my daughters... getting along so vell."
Placing the case on her bedside table Milena quickly opened it to reveal her equipment. Glancing inside Natasha and Yelena observed several red vials, a harness and what looked like a large clear turkey baster separated by foam cushioning:
"Dis solution should counteract hormonal overload."
Reluctantly crawling over the redhead's tantalisingly form, Yelena grasped a vial from the case, studying the red concoction. Forgetting she was even there, Natasha winced as the girl sat on her chest.
"Thanks 'Mom'," Yelena responded sarcastically: "But if you expect me to drink dis you've got another thing coming."
Frowning, Milena glanced over to Natasha, before responding awkwardly: "Well no, my Darling; I don't expect you to drink it..."
Looking up at the Scientist once more Yelena's eyes widened as she put two and two together: "Noooo!"
"To work my antidote has to be administered the same way you received the original chemical solution-"
"-You mean up my ass?!"
