It was a weekend out of town for Monica, Chandler, Rachel and Ross. The guys had been lobbying to pick out a destination, and Monica and Rachel had finally relented. The four were in adjoining rooms at a kitschy honeymoon hotel at Niagara Falls. Monica's eyes rolled so far back into her head that she got a headache. Rachel saw the whimsy in it.
Monica and Ross's room had a tub shaped like a champagne glass. Rachel and Chandler's room had a circular bed that spun like a turntable. The couples agreed to share their rooms' unique design elements. Chandler and Rachel were on the rotating bed. Chandler had his face in Rachel's groin, demonstrating how much stamina he had in his tongue. Chandler had found that, for him, the secret to cunnilingus was a mouth spray that prevented dry mouth.
Monica and Ross were in the champagne glass tub. They had soft music playing. The bubbles in the tub kept up a steady hiss like a giant, well, a giant glass of champagne. They toasted each other with actual champagne of dubious quality. Monica and Ross had always been close as brother and sister. The once-a-month sex weekends had brought them much closer, yet.
Monica and Ross sat in the subdued uplighting, gazing into each other's eyes. Ross sat on the bottom of the tub. Monica sat atop his thighs with her legs on either side of him. They kissed gently, tenderly, like people in love. There was no desperation in their love. They could not be together. They had their weekends together, and an unbreakable bond at all times. That was enough.
Ross said, quietly, "I love you, Monica."
"I love you, too, Ross."
Ross said, "I don't mean I love you like a brother, or even a lover. I love you deeply, profoundly, like a soulmate. Do you understand?"
Monica said softly, "Yes, I feel it, too, especially since we began making love. We're more than a couple, Ross." They kissed deeply. "If we weren't brother and sister, we would be a perfect couple."
Ross said, "I agree, Monica. I am so happy that we have found a way to be with the loves of our lives, and still be close in this way. We are very lucky."
"Ross, I want children. I couldn't be with you, even if it wasn't a social taboo. I don't feel cheated or deprived, though. Chandler is wonderful. Rachel was made for you. We are lucky to have them, and even luckier that they allow us room to be closer to each other than we can ever be to them." They kissed passionately, this time. They held each other tightly, their wet skin squeaked as they moved against one another. That always make them laugh. It was a little inside joke they shared only with one another.
Ross and Monica looked into each other's eyes as if they could see inside one another. Monica asked, "Is this unfair to Chandler and Rachel?"
Ross pursed his lips, and said, "I've spent a lot of time thinking about that, Monica. I prefer to think that what you and I share is for us alone. They can never be brother and sister to us. We weren't raised together. This is just for us, and it doesn't detract from our other relationships. We're not stealing anything from them, or denying them anything."
Monica toasted Ross, "I prefer to think that, as well." They were distracted by the sound of Rachel experiencing a resounding orgasm. They laughed, and kissed again. Monica said, "Yeah, they're fine."
Chandler enjoyed performing oral on Rachel. He enjoyed everything he did with Rachel, and she with him. Chandler took pride in his tonguing of her. Monica wanted him to stimulate only her clitoris, and only in one particular way. Rachel gave him the opportunity to exercise his creativity. She liked it when his tongue strayed outside the lines, washing over the area immediately around her clit.
Chandler enjoyed making different motions with his tongue. He would go up and down, then side to side, then clockwise, followed by counterclockwise. And those were just the most basic variations. He also varied his speed, the amount of pressure he applied, and the part of his tongue that made contact with her. One advantage of using this diversity of motions was that Chandler's tongue didn't get overworked as quickly. Like many men, giving cunnilingus for a long time left him with a stiffness approximating lockjaw.
For her part, Rachel enjoyed anticipating what technique Chandler would use next. She found pleasure in each of his styles and variations. Ross was rather sluggish at oral. He protected himself from lockjaw by slowing the pace, and by not doing it overly long. Rachel did not feel deprived by Ross's carpet munching, but Chandler offered a great diversion, just once a month.
Chandler had given Rachel a long, slow burn. Now, he was tiring. He brought the session to a climactic conclusion by giving her rapid licks with the tip of his tongue, directly on her clitoris. In moments, Rachel writhed and moaned. Soon, she moaned louder, and gripped the sheets in her fists. Finally, Rachel's back arched upward severely. She shuddered, and cried, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Down in Rachel's crotch, his mouth hidden in her pussy, Chandler smiled.
Chandler got up on his knees, and viewed his handiwork. Rachel's hair was mussed, she lay in an improbable position, and she was out of breath. Beautiful. Chandler put on his robe, and strutted proudly into Monica and Ross's room. They gave him cheers and toasted him with champagne when he entered.
