For some time, Nancy sat all by herself in Suite 408. There were so many issues, so many new things to consider and so many recent and unbelievable events. From the end of the bed where she'd plopped down at Bess's astonishing admission of infidelity with Ned, she wondered what had happened to her life, the previous existence where everything was simple and clear cut. Combined with the waning effects of the alcohol she'd drunk at the boutique and all the emotional upheaval, including that of her hormones, she in time found herself quite sleepy. Deciding to simply run from the new issues and unbelievable events, at least for that day, she stripped down to her white cotton panties and crawled into bed to fall asleep amidst the snug, secure bed linens of The Faldor Hotel.
A few hours later, a drunken Eloise Drew entered Suite 408 without waking her niece, standing unsteadily between the two beds while wondering which one she should crawl into. She knew that if she took the empty bed, she'd end up sleeping with either Bess, a girl she couldn't trust with such an opportunity for seduction, or George. Considering her continued and unexplained hormonal turmoil, sleeping with George would be too desirable a situation to allow for herself so, in the end, she decided it would be safest to sleep with Nancy.
While unbuttoning her dress, she realized another reason why she should sleep with Nancy, that being the strong suspicion that there was something going on between her and George. In spite of the odd, seemingly guilty glances between the two during her interrogation of the three girls, the idea of an affair between the two seemed preposterous on the surface, but she nevertheless decided that it would be best if they didn't sleep together. While coming to this decision, she stubbornly ignored the lascivious whispers of her mind that taunted her for her jealousy, slipping under the covers with Nancy in her black garters, thong and demi bra to soon pass out.
George snuck in almost an hour later. After her encounter with Elora, she'd taken a long, slow walk up the beach. When she came to the causeway leading to the old lighthouse, she hiked up to the road, then ambled down the path to the old structure. Climbing the circular stairs, she remembered her sexual encounter with Bess, her own cousin, stopping at the very spot where the two had licked and sucked each other's pussies until they'd orgasmed. Her state of arousal, while satisfied by Elora, hadn't completely gone away and the memory of this shameful event only served to stir them up again. Continuing on up the metal stairs, she finally reached the door to the gallery. She went through and spent a considerable time in solitary contemplation while surrounded by the beautiful view and relaxing sounds of the quaint little seaside town of Cinder Bay.
After leaving Nancy's aunt, Bess took a long walk of her own but, instead of the beach, she chose the chip sealed, secondary highway. There was no traffic and she was able to avoid the dirt shoulder in favour of the patched, grayish blue road surface as she considered the last three days of her life and how Eloise's arrival in Cinder Bay would affect things.
She felt sorry for George. She'd finally gotten what she'd wanted for so long, only to have it cruelly torn from her grasp by a judgement that Eloise had brought to Cinder Bay with her. Of course, Eloise was also a lesbian, (and her special attention to George was by no means lost on Bess) but this didn't seem to stop her from bringing that outside judgement with her anyway.
However, upon further thought, Bess realized that this was probably more a thing of George's and her own perception. Eloise was no hypocrite. No, her only real problem was how they were dressed and, in particular, the fact that they were dressed that way in public. But even this was of no real consequence. As Bess, George and Nancy had observed, Eloise was already being affected by the potent influence of the crystal columns, so how long would it be before Nancy's proper aunt would be dressing like a whore and sucking pussy like she was on a mission?
By the time Bess returned to their suite, it was well past dark and all three of her roommates were fast asleep. Stripping down to her panties, she slipped into bed beside her cousin and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Eloise was the first to awaken the following morning. She did so with a start and from a dream where she and Susan Quinn were having the most amazing and filthy sex imaginable. Still a little drunk, she was at first unable to place her surroundings from the turbulence of her mind until memory stepped in, providing the needed information.
Beside her, Nancy lay sleeping on her side with the covers pulled up to her neck, facing Eloise with a contented expression. With a yawn, Eloise turned her head to her left to see George and Bess on the other bed. They'd kicked the covers down to their knees during the night and the two girls, clad only in their panties, were spooning, Bess behind George with an arm around her cousin, holding her tight. Both George's breasts were clearly visible and, thrusting from between her upper arms like that, they appeared bigger than they'd been the night before.
Though she knew their sleeping posture was innocent, Eloise found it immediately arousing just the same. Already aroused from her dream, she stifled a needful groan as she gazed at George's nipples, as tall and erect as she felt hers to be. Forbidden images of the two cousins making out formed in her mind until she banished them, grunting softly and blinking her eyes as she turned her head away, ashamed of her deviant imagination, but further aroused by it just the same.
Slowly, so as not to awaken Nancy, her hands moved to her breasts, carefully grabbing them and squeezing a little. She wished she'd removed her bra before getting into bed the night before so she could easily play with her nipples, but made up for it by moving a hand between her legs to softly, lightly caress her mound through her panties. The softest sigh escaped her lips as she turned her head to look at the cousins again, at George's panties and how the translucent front panel narrowed, disappearing between her beautifully trim thighs. A gasp almost as soft as her sigh sounded impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet room as she pressed at her erecting clitoris, her pelvis rising to press back. Quickly checking to make sure Nancy was still sleeping, she turned back to the cousins, parting her thighs, grabbing herself and squeezing while imagining herself joining them on the bed...
For a second time, Eloise banished such thoughts, jerking her hands from her body. She looked over to her right to see that this movement had awakened Nancy as she felt a flush working its way up her body.
Nancy opened her eyes to see her Aunt Eloise looking at her with an odd expression that she didn't think much of at the moment. She was experiencing much the same reaction that Eloise had upon awakening and it took her a second to understand how she'd come to be sharing a bed with her, then the embarrassing events of the day before. They both regarded each other for some moments, neither one knowing what to say to the other until Nancy turned on her back, prompting Eloise to look up at the ceiling.
After an awkward minute, Nancy murmured, "Um... I'm sorry. About yesterday. We didn't mean to embarrass you and..."
She couldn't find the words to explain how ashamed of herself she was, but this was only because she enjoyed that shame, because it added to the excitement of exposing herself the way she had, the way she wanted to. The reality of the fact was that the only part of it that she was really sorry about was the fact that Eloise had caught them.
"Nancy..." Eloise murmured back, "I don't know what's been going on here, but I'd like to hear an explanation."
Nancy nodded, adding after a thoughtful pause, "I know and... We have to tell you anyway. Like we tried to tell you last night, there's been a lot going on here. I promise you, it's not exactly what it seems and... well, now you're involved. I'll tell you everything because you have to know. Because you're part of it now."
