Bellona starts walking away again. I sigh; as I wonder if I did the right thing by telling her this … letting her know I knew how she really felt about Pomona. How she loves her; and, just not only as a sister. … Yeah; it probably wasn’t the right thing to do. Once again, I let my emotions get the better of me; and, acted out rashly.
All of a sudden, Aphrodite speaks out to me…
“Helena … what happens if Bellona finds out that secret, one day?”
What secret? … As if I don’t know what she’s referring to.
“That secret … the truth.”
You mean … how they aren’t really blood-sisters … that Bellona was taking in by Father and Mother, at the request of Alpha Gordon; and, adopted as an infant … that secret?
“Yeah … what then?”
I’m not sure.
“If she does find out about it; do you think she’ll cross that line with Pomona then?”
After a brief moment to reflect on it; I reply to Aphrodite…
“I’m not sure. … I suppose all we can do for now is make sure that Bellona never finds out about it.”
**Bellona’s POV**
It’s my turn to shape-shift into my wolf-form; and, go for a long, hard run through the woods, in order to sort and work things out in my head. With the exception of Pomona … who can’t shape-shift … this tactic is the standard Burke sisters’ ritual for alleviating any stress and emotional turmoil we may be suffering from at the time; allowing us to blow off some steam, and hopefully clear our minds.
Hippolyta, my inner-wolf … whom, because of my physical characteristics; fighting skills; and, typical disposition, is aptly named after the Queen of the Amazons … is speedily charging through the densely wooded terrain; deftly zigzagging around every obstacle with ease, as if running on auto-pilot … which really isn’t that surprising of an undertaking considering that I’ve spent most of my life patrolling these woods.
After about an hour and a half of non-stop running at full pace, we decide that it’s time for a break; and, head for a nearby stream to get a drink, and rest up a bit. … We gluttonously gulp down mouthful after mouthful of the cold, refreshing, flowing, mountain spring water; then, lay upon the wet, cool surface of a moss-covered boulder embedded in the ground beside the stream.
Shortly … Hippolyta asks…
“So … how long do you think Helena’s known about it?”
I have no idea. But, it’s no wonder that she’d realize it; after all, Helena has always been considerably attentive to everyone’s feelings.
“Do you think anyone else knows about it?”
I don’t think so. The twins are too egocentric, and focused on themselves … so, I highly doubt they’re paying much attention to anyone else. … If Mom knew; I’m sure I would’ve of heard about it by now. She’ll definitely give me an earful over this. … As for Dad … well, Dad is Dad; and, we’ll just leave it at that. Face it; he’s totally oblivious to how any of his daughters feel.
Hippolyta sheepishly wonders…
“What about Pomona … do you think she knows how you really feel about her?”
I hope not.
“Why … because you would be too embarrassed if she knew you loved her even more than as a sister; and, that you also want to be her lover?”
It’s not that I’d be embarrassed by it; but, more like hurt.
“What do you mean you’d be hurt by it … why?”
If Pomona already knows how I really feel about and love her … and, if she hasn’t acknowledged it in anyway … that means that she doesn’t love me as much as I thought she does.
“So, Bellona; what you’re saying is … should Pomona ever find out that you want her to be your lover; she should reciprocate your feelings, and accept you as a lover? And, if she doesn’t; then, that means she doesn’t really love you?”
No, Hippolyta; what I’m saying is … if Pomona does ever realize that I love her not only as my most beloved sister; but, also as a desired lover, whom I’ve always believed could be my true mate … I’m hoping that she could at least acknowledge and appreciate my feelings; and, still accept me as her most beloved sister.
I don’t know when exactly it was when my love for Pomona transcended from beyond her being not only my most beloved sister, but also the one who I desire to be my mate for life. If I had to guess, I’d probably say that it happened … at least, that’s when I first started realizing my sexual attraction towards her … after she finished puberty; and, her body had finished developing into a fully-matured she-wolf.
In my eyes, Pomona’s beautiful … even more attractive than Helena and the twins are considered to be, if you ask me. What others see as a plain-looking face; I see it as being one of a genuine, natural-beauty … not like an ostentatious visage that’s constantly screaming out ‘Hey … look how glamorous I am’; but, one of a more subtle, aesthetically affable visage that chooses to remain silent.
And, while there are those who insult and belittle her body … and, believe me; I’d love to rip out their tongues for doing so … calling her ‘flat-chested’ and ‘no-ass’ and ‘scrawny’ and ‘puny’; to me, I find it perfect. Yes, she’s demure in stature; but, in my eyes, she still possesses an eye-pleasing, feminine physique that’s finely proportionate for it. … I really do love her body.
Even now, as adults; I find every opportunity I can to shower or bathe with Pomona. I love how her body feels when I wash it; and, love how it feels when she touches my body while washing me. … It takes just about everything I have to keep myself from having an orgasm when showering or bathing with Pomona; and, right afterwards, I hurry back to my room, and masturbate under the covers. … Perhaps this was one of the things Helena picked up on which caused her to realize the lover-type feelings I’ve been harboring for Pomona.