AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just as a warning, while there is no incestuous sex within this chapter (just regular lesbian sex between two unrelated women), the subject does come up to a great degree and plays a big role in the story. If that bothers you, kindly hit the back button now and be on your way. Otherwise, let us push on to the next chapter in Rose's life as she dives deeper into the world of That Lesbian Nudist Cult.
Rose couldn't sleep that night. She tossed, she turned, she listened to soothing ocean sounds, she tried catching up on her reading...but nothing could quiet the whirlwind raging inside her mind. Her thoughts were like a storm, constantly beating her senses with images and noises she could do absolutely nothing to silence. And at the center of them all was her aunt, June. June running around in all her nakedness. June with her great breasts bouncing and heaving around. June with her toned physique rippling all over. June with her bare toes digging into the earth, her ass cheeks clapping, her pelvis gyrating, her vagina schlicking...
"Ugghhh!"
She pushed herself out of bed with a frustrated growl. She couldn't do this. She couldn't get that image of her aunt humping the waitress out of her head, couldn't get the sounds of her moans out of her ears, couldn't get the deluge of strange feelings coming out of her...everything else. She needed to talk to someone about this, anyone. But there was only one person who could possibly answer her.
Unfortunately, June was in no shape to talk to Rose. The house was dark and quiet, and the older woman was lying still in her bed fast asleep, face-up with her hands on her belly and her legs pressed together. Fittingly, she didn't have any covers on her; she was content to be as exposed in her slumber as she was in her waking life.
"Um, June?" Rose whispered, moving a hand to the woman's shoulder to try and shake her awake. "June, can I...talk to you?"
"Mmmm," the older woman murmured as she shifted her body around and changed her position. Her head rolled to the side, her hands slid off her stomach, her knees bent, her thighs rose, and her legs spread. Rose's breath hitched and her stomach did flip-flops as she watched her aunt stretch her form out in a pose that could only be described as erotic. For a moment, she wondered if June was doing it on purpose, showing her naked body off to her niece. However, she remained locked in her peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of Rose's presence.
God, she's so pretty,
Rose thought as her eyes ran up and down June's form, taking in her every nook and curve. She was like an oil painting pulled from the canvas and put into the real world. Even the shadows fell on her body in a painterly way, darkening parts of her flesh to make the others shine all the brighter. They dripped into the crooks of her neck, joining with her dark hair to form an almost perfect frame around her regal face. They pooled into her armpits and within the undersides of her breasts, making the great blue orbs stand out even more. They fell into her navel, drawing attention to her gentle breaths, and they gathered most darkly into the region between her legs, hiding her most private, sensitive area from the naked eye.
Rose found herself reaching unconsciously for her aunt's cell phone, peeling it off the bedside table and turning it on. She made no move to make a call, for she had no one she wanted to talk to at this hour. Nor did she opt to activate the camera. All she wanted from the device right now was the tiny amount of light its screen would provide, just enough to push back the shadows guarding June's womanly mound. She was not disappointed. The faint light illuminated everything between June's legs. The first thing Rose noticed was the rune-like symbol tattooed on her inner thigh. She recognized it as the Sigil of Zenriah, the sacred mark of her aunt's religion and the truest transcription of the Goddess' name. Rose had half a mind to trace the Sigil's curves, which looked quite feminine in and of themselves, but she stopped herself when her eyes strayed farther up the nudist's anatomy and fell into her now exposed sex. June's labial lips were spread wide apart and her silky folds, usually pink but currently glowing an ethereal blue in the soft light, bloomed before the brunette like a great, beautiful flower. They shimmered wondrously with moisture like drops of dew in the moonlight, and as the younger girl inhaled their essence, she detected a faint fragrance of mint mixed with peach.
It was strange. Rose always used to think vaginas looked icky and smelled gross, but this one...it was different. It smelled wonderful and it looked gorgeous, like everything else about her aunt. She wanted to look at this vagina, touch this vagina, smell it, lick it, taste it, entrap herself
inside of it
.
She moved both the phone and her face closer. The scent grew thicker, the petals grew larger, and more and more of her world was being taken in by that great mass of blue. She felt herself dive even deeper into its inner workings, past all the rippling layers of flesh until she could just see the orifice leading straight into the interior of her aunt's body. It was a tiny hole that faintly pulsed open and closed, almost looking like it was whispering, telling Rose to come inside and be with her beloved aunt forever...
"Mmmm...rossssss..." June murmured again, closing her legs and with them her sex before rolling on her side until she was facing Rose. The young brunette yelped, dropped the phone onto the bed, fell back with a start, and for a moment feared that she had just woke the older woman up. Luckily, she hadn't; June was still fast asleep, but with that relief, there came a sudden, horrifying realization in Rose.
What am I doing?
She was leering at her aunt, looking at her naked body, at her
sexual organs
like a piece of meat! It was abnormal, it was wrong, and it was absolutely disgusting! And she...she wasn't a lesbian at all! She was totally, completely, one hundred percent straight...right?
Rose didn't wait to answer. She just scurried out of the room and retreated back to her own, forgetting entirely why she felt the need to go see her aunt at this hour. If she needed to sleep, she would just have to brute-force her way to it.
Rose didn't remember what happened next after she hurled herself onto her mattress. She thought she recalled feeling even more tingly than before, then electrifying, then wet all over. And the next thing she knew, she was opening her eyes to daylight and somehow fully rested.
One thing was for sure: it wouldn't be the last time she would sneak into her aunt's room at night.
***
Rose roused herself awake, only to squint as sunlight hit her eye. Had she been dreaming? It felt like she had been. Where else would she get kidnapped and carried off by a naked Amazon in her own workplace? But as her daze lightened and her eyes grew used to the brightness, she suddenly found herself looking directly into a pair of very large and very bare bosoms, pale save for the familiar rune-like symbol tattooed upon the left one. And that was when she realized that hadn't been a dream at all.
"Oh, you're back," said Carol. "That's good. I was afraid I might have broken you. I'm still getting used to this newfound strength the Goddess has given me."
"Uh...where...am I?' said Rose as she gazed tiredly around, trying to take in her surroundings. She and Carol appeared to be sitting outside at a table, and there were people all around them, eating, laughing, talking among themselves, and stealing very frequent and obvious glances at the nude woman in their midst.
"Sasha's," said Carol. "They serve a bit of everything here, which makes it ideal for relative strangers to...get to know one another."
Something brushed against Rose's leg underneath the table, but before she could so much as jump, it had already pulled away. "Oh. I...I see."
