Part one
Nancy and Eloise, hidden by thick fog on the veranda and peering through the kitchen's screen door, thought the barely recognizable figure of Elora Sasser would never leave. When she finally did, summoned away by the bartender, they were quick to take their chance, hurrying inside and through the door to the right that led to the short service hallway. Less than ten minutes later they stood just inside the basement column room, Nancy holding the key to the locked door at the opposite end of the room, this being a two foot long crowbar that she'd taken from the workroom on their way.
While in the workroom, Nancy couldn't help but smile over her aunt's reaction to the provocative poster she'd seen on the wall above the toolbox. Eloise could barely take her eyes from the girl in the wet, grease stained swimsuit that showed everything, and Nancy wondered at just how many such things she'd overlooked throughout the years with her lesbian aunt.
At the moment, however, these and any other thoughts were gone from her mind. Being in the presence of the four crystal columns tended to have that effect. Eloise, she could see, was beginning to experience this for herself. In the lightweight, powder blue summer dress, belted at the waist with the surprisingly short hem and daringly low neckline, Eloise stood staring at them. Not having worn a bra, Nancy watched as her nipples hardened under the thin dress, visibly erecting to excitingly lewd points of forbidden interest.
"Aunt Eloise," Nancy reminded, wilfully resisting the powerful influence of their proximity, "remember, you have to be careful not to stare at them. ... Aunt Eloise!"
"Y- yes, I... they're so beautiful..." Eloise managed, still staring at the wondrous crystal columns, feeling their throbbing heat. "They're just so..."
And then she was moving forward, walking towards them while Nancy watched, torn between stopping her and a temptation to let her go, to satisfy a perverted curiosity of what would happen once she reached the polished concrete between them. She knew this temptation was being impressed upon her, knew how important it was that they both resist, that they keep moving to the heavy, padlocked timber door at the opposite end of the room, but her aunt was such a sexy woman and it would be so rewarding to see what kind of wanton depravity the columns could find within her soul.
"Aunt Eloise..." Nancy half-heartedly warned with a crooked grin, unaware that she was now rubbing her own braless and totally erected nipples through her tank top.
"Ohhh, Nancy..." her aunt crooned, now standing amidst the columns, slowly turning to look from one to the other.
Nancy was finally able to justify letting this go on with the reason that this was the best way for Eloise to see that what she'd been telling her about these columns was true.
"They're so beautiful... so... Why did I wear this awful dress?"
Without a second thought, she undid the belt at her waist and then grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands. Pulling it up and over her head, she then carelessly flung it to the darkened recesses of the room to stand only in a pair of high cut, white satin panties.
Nancy jumped a little as her fingers pinched and twisted one of her nipples, but this sensation was just barely enough to break the spell that, along with her aunt, she'd begun to fall under. Moving forward before her mind could again be co-opted, she kept her eyes down, mildly surprised to find her other hand rubbing her pussy and that she was now somehow missing her capris. But there was no time to think about that. Taking her hand from her sex, she reached Eloise just as her aunt's fingers were slipping down the front of her own panties. Grabbing her by the shoulders Nancy bodily shoved her from the center of the column's influence.
"Noooo!" Eloise moaned, but gave only token resistance to Nancy's forced removal.
And then they were at the padlocked door at the far end of the room. Eloise was trying to twist around so that she could see the columns that were crying out to her, to both of them, but Nancy wouldn't allow it.
"No!" she forbade, safely blocking her aunt's view by facing her with her back to the columns. "Aunt Eloise, you mustn't look!"
"But, they want us! Nancy, they
need
us! And they
love
us! Oh, Nancy, they love us
sooo
much! Can't we just-?"
(Slap!)
The sudden expression of shock and surprise on Eloise's face mirrored Nancy's own feelings about having slapped her aunt. Yet, it was necessary and, more importantly, it had worked. Quickly turning her around to face the door, Nancy continued to keep her back to the columns while she spoke.
"You can't look at them, Aunt Eloise! I know you want to! I know what it's like! I feel them too, their need and their... their love for us... Don't think about it!" she reaffirmed, as much to herself as Eloise. "I know it's hard, but this is what I've been trying to tell you about these columns!"
"Yes, I- Oh, Nancy, you're right! You were right about them all along! It's so unbelievable, but... I was... Nancy... Wh- what happened to my dress?"
"It's alright, don't worry about it," Nancy told her, tugging her tank top down over her hips, though it was too short to cover her golden brown muff. "Just try to keep your mind centered on what we've come here to do. Which was... Oh,
fuck!"
Even with her mind in its semi-clouded state, Eloise was somewhat shocked at Nancy's language but, as an example of their latent behaviour, it was relatively minor and not exactly deserving of correction as she stood there in only her panties.
"I dropped the crowbar and our flashlight by the door!" Nancy lamented. "Okay, I'm going back for them. You stay here and keep looking at this door and thinking about getting beyond it, no matter what!"
Eloise nodded and Nancy moved off, skirting the columns and keeping her eyes to the outer walls while her mind centered on the sound of her heels on the cement until she reached the entrance. Grabbing up the crowbar and flashlight, she made her way back around the room in the same fashion until she rejoined her aunt at the mysterious door they needed to get through.
Nancy found herself unable to help admiring her aunt's body, suddenly remembering her and Anna making out in the boutique and wondering why she didn't join them, why she didn't initiate a lesbian threesome that-
"Uhh!"
Nancy expelled, shaking her head to clear the excitingly naughty mental images from her mind.
"What?" Eloise asked, her lips slightly parted as she stared with unmasked desire at her niece's bared pussy.
"I was just thinking... Nothing."