Warren was quick but efficient, and he quickly finished one arm and moved to the other. Lare, on the other hand, took his time massaging my head. It felt so nice that I found myself relaxing. He chuckled, and I could feel the vibrations in his chest against my back. He moved on to my shoulders and neck, and I was vaguely aware of another pair of hands on my left arm. Lare's hands slid gently down to my breasts and I tensed again, but he gently kneaded them, avoiding my hard little nubs.
Finished with my arm, Warren spoke, "You'll have to stop grinding against her so I can wash her back, brother. Or would you prefer to do that yourself?"
Lare didn't answer, just flipped me around with one hand while the other kept working on my breast. Warren grunted and started briskly washing my back. Despite his harsh movements, the cloth he was using felt wonderful, and I found myself melting further into his brother's arms. I was almost asleep when I felt hands on my feet and then they were abruptly lifted above the water. Lare snapped at his brother in that strange language, and my feet were released. They argued briefly and then moved me to a low bench at the edge of the pool. After making sure I was steady, Lare gently started on my right foot, leaving my left to Warren.
I had never been a big fan of people touching my feet, but they were both so gentle, and I was tenser than I realized. I leaned my head back, enjoying the massage as they moved to my calves and then my knees. There was a strange feeling between my legs as they continued to massage higher and higher, eventually reaching my bottom. I tried to grab their hands, but they were ready for me, and Warren slipped behind me, wrapping one arm around me in a way that prevented me from interfering. His other hand started teasing my lower lips, and I tensed against him. Lare smiled gently at me and started massaging my breasts again. He gently pinched my nipples, twisting them back and forth. I could feel fingers circling my opening, and I squirmed uneasily. There was something hard poking my lower back, and I tried to use my legs to shift positions. Everything was growing too intense, and I had to get out. Warren suddenly released me, and I tried to flee.
I made it all of 5 feet before Lare snagged me from behind, wrapping his arms around mine. He walked me backward towards the bench and sat, pulling me onto his lap. I could feel the bulge in his underwear against my bottom, and I shifted uncomfortably. He hooked his legs around mine, spreading them open. In this new position, I was acutely aware of how exposed I was. I tried frantically to break free, but his grip was like iron.
"Stop struggling Ava, I promised to keep it professional, and I can't do that if you keep rubbing against me like that. Besides, Warren was always better at being professional. So by having him wash your tight little pussy, I'm doing you a favor."
I stilled, "What's a pussy?" I had never heard the word before, but it sounded like getting it cleaned was unpleasant.
It was Warren who answered, "A pussy is just another word for your vagina. Just like cunt, or slit, or cunnie. They all refer to that tight little hole between your legs, the one that serves no purpose other than causing pleasure and delivering offspring. And since you seem to know so little about such an important part of your anatomy, I'll have to give you a lesson. So pay attention, dear Ava, because while my brother seems to have vowed to be professional, I made no such promises." He was almost growling by the end of his statement, and the change in his tone set me on fire.
I was blushing furiously after his crude words and the smirk he gave after seeing my inflamed cheeks, sent chills down my spine.
"Are you sure you want my brother to be the one to give you such a lesson Ava? All you have to do is say the word and I can do it instead." Lare murmured.
"You had your chance brother. If you had handled this on your own, you could have done all of this yourself, but you said you needed help. Too bad, I think I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as she will."
Lare glared at his brother, tightening his grip on me. I tensed in nervous anticipation of what was coming. Warren used one hand to push my legs open wider, and with the other, started to circle my opening. Then he slowly pushed a finger in, "This dear Ava, is your pussy," he curled his finger up, pushing on a bundle of nerves that had me gasping, "And this is your sweet spot, also known as your G-spot. It's one of the most sensitive places on a female human, due to its direct connection to your clitoris, which is here," His thumb brushed against a raised nub above my hole, and my back arched. He continued to gently rub that sensitive little nub, "It's also known as your clit, or as my childish brother occasionally calls it, your fun-button." I was writhing in pleasure and could barely hear him. My pleasure was rising, building, coalescing into something I had never felt before. A completely new sensation. I cried out as a feeling of intense pleasure coursed through me, and he withdrew his fingers. I collapsed limply against Lare, who had been silent the whole time.
Warren stood, "And that was your very first orgasm."
He started walking away but paused, looking over his shoulder, "I'll send the naiads to finish helping you clean and shave her brother. I have business to attend to."
