Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Keeping Helen and having Hope
This chapter deviates from the Mature theme, in that it does include incest between fully consenting adults. Please don't let that deter you from reading this chapter.
After her near-to-sex kiss goodbye to Helen, Hope came to me and kissed me on the cheek, whispering "take good care of OUR girl," and kissed my cheek again.
Suddenly I did not feel so alone. "Our girl," is what she said. Hope had put the emphasis on 'our' like we were an 'us.'
Helen and I headed out after leaving Hope. We made a quick foray to her house, and seeing that her husband was not at home, she ran inside and collected a lot of her clothes. We took them over to Hope's apartment. Hope's place was pretty spartan with not much decoration. There were a few pictures of her parents and pictures of African wildlife, tribesmen, and pictures of the Elephant orphanage, interestingly there were also a number of erotic statuettes: really quite explicit.
"I know, quite a turn on, aren't they?" Said Helen, as I gazed at them. "Here, come with me. I think you will really like this one," as she led me to Hope's bedroom.
Sitting on the dresser was a figure of two nude women on either side of a man. Both women were holding the man's erect cock, while he had an arm around each one of them, a breast in each hand.
"Hope said she was incredibly pleased with this piece. She bought it on auction a couple of weeks before she met me. It's by some famous sculptor and very expensive, but when she saw it, she just knew she had to have it. She wanted to make sure that I showed it to you. Up until last night, every time we fucked it was in the studio, so when I saw this last night, it put an end to any fears I had. Maybe it will put an end to yours."
The meaning was not lost on me, but all I could say was "wow." Once I stole my eyes away from the piece, I noticed the un-made king size bed. I thought it was strange that a woman who kept her house so tidy would not make the bed.
"Yeah, Hope said there was not much point making it this morning as we were probably going to be fucking on it an hour after she left," joked Helen as she started to pull off her t-shirt, "and look it has only been forty-five minutes."
"Oh.....so that is what we are doing," I said light heartedly.
"You want to, don't you?" She said with a smile. "Try out the springs you know?"
"I am more than up for it, but you have already tested out the springs. Now, haven't you?" I said with mock jealousy.
"You know we did, and it was wonderful. We played around like crazy: toys, positions, a real wild time. Tongues and fingers going in and out of pussies. Oh, you should have seen us scissoring. There was cunny juice flowing all over the place," Helen said with exaggerated excitement. "You would have creamed on the spot. You would have cum all over the place watching us," she teased as she took hold of my very hard cock. "See, even just hearing about us fucking like madly in love women, you are so hard. Now get on the fucking bed and fuck me!"
Of course, we fucked. We fucked a lot that semester. Helen took to running the studio like a fish to water, all the while taking a photography course and one in ancient history at night at the university. Taking photography, she figured would not only help the studio, but also give her something in common with me and Hope. She even came to my rugby matches. The guys on the team gave me a bit of grief about dating an older woman, but that did not last too long the longer they got to know her.
My classes went well. I had a pretty easy load, mainly just getting the last classes I needed for journalism. I was even acing my photography class. The professor loved the pictures that I had taken of Helen in our '40s shoot. I only turned in the less explicit ones, as I was unsure if they would keep me in good stead with him.
Helen and I fucked a lot. We did it mostly at my place, as I wanted Helen to know that while we were a couple, she still had her freedom. She even had a couple of 'dates,' more like hook-ups, but when she did, she always came home to bed with me. To say I wasn't jealous at first would be a lie, but I knew she needed to experience more cocks, and even a few pussies before she might think of settling down again. She always made the men wear a condom, and always showered before she slid into bed beside me. Helen never went into any real detail about the guys and what they did together. She did tell me all about the women though, and even brought one over afterwards. The three of us had fun.
We did two or three boudoir shoots a week, and those went well. Having Helen in on the shoots helped put them at ease more than if it had just been me. We even did a few solo explicit shoots. Helen would go out to thrift stores and buy clothing she thought would work for a look, and then I would shoot her. I sent them into one of the publishers that Hope used often for that kind of thing, under an assumed name that Hope had given me to use, and we made a nice little sum of change. The fall was good. We had fun and began to really know each other.
We kept in contact with Hope a few times a week on email, though her emails were kind of distant. The digital equipment testing was going ok, the technology had a ways to go, and things at the orphanage were running smoothly, though she was concerned with the uptick in poaching. She sent us pictures from a patrol she did with the park rangers. Helen and I both missed her a lot and were looking forward to her coming home after Christmas.
Christmas, and my 21st were coming around the corner and I felt that I should go home for part of the break. It had been some time since I had been home and so I broached the subject with Helen.
"So my beautiful, were you thinking of doing anything for Christmas, or going anywhere?"
"I really had not thought about it. I don't have family to go to. Normally I would have gone to my husband's family, or we would have just stayed home. Not sure the last time I actually celebrated Christmas," Helen replied with some remorse.
"Well look, I was thinking of going up to Vermont to see my parents. They'll be happy, as it has been a while since I haven up there. You wouldn't want to come? We would unwrap Christmas presents, eat birthday cake, play in the snow. I love my parents, but it would be much nicer if you were there."
"I would love to go, but how would you introduce me? 'Oh..... hi mom and dad, this is my thirty-five year old, divorced girl friend?' I don't think that will go over too well. We could just say that I am your friend from the studio and that I had no place to go. It would be the truth."
"You would not mind sleeping in separate rooms?"
"Just spending the holiday with you would make me happy., and I am sure we would find a chance or two to fuck?"
"You will need to bring a bathing suit."
"In the middle of a Vermont winter?" asked Helen, not believing me.
"They have a big hot tub....and a heated indoor-outdoor pool."
"What the fuck is an indoor-outdoor pool?"
"Half the pool is inside, and the other half is outside. You swim through or under a big plastic curtain that hangs down to get from one end to the other."
"How rich are they?"
"Yeah.....pretty rich, but they are actually very nice people."
"Wow.....OK.......I get to spend Christmas in Vermont: the perfect Hallmark holiday."
I called my folks and told them that I was bringing a friend from work, and of course my mother asked if we needed one bedroom or two. I told her that two would work. I think she sounded disappointed that I did not have a girlfriend. If only she knew the half of it, I thought.
I told Helen that everything was set and that my dad was sending the corporate jet for us. She freaked.
