An Adventure of Siblings

Shawn smiled and nodded. The waiter came over with their drinks and some bread for the table. "Do we know what we are hungry for tonight, my loves?" he asked, smiling.

Don spoke up first once again. "I'll start with the house salad. Italian dressing. Mrs. Givens would like the Tuscany soup. Then for entrée, I'll take the Shrimp Scampi, while she'll have the New York special, medium-rare," he ordered while the waiter scribbled on his pad. "Naomi is a bit of a hungry carnivore," Don said with a smile and a wink.

As the waiter turned towards Shawn and Ellen, he became painfully aware that, in their conversation, he hadn't even taken the time to look at the menu yet. And now here the spotlight was, waiting for him and Ellen who had not yet decided. And yet, Don's order sounded right to him. He remembered Ellen having a Shrimp Scampi at Olive Garden once, and how much she loved it, meanwhile anything with steak sounded good to him. "Actually, we'll have the same, I think, except reversed," he told the waiter, who smiled and made a note on his pad before leaving.

He made eye contact with Ellie for a moment, hoping he had made the right choice. She smiled at him. He hoped that meant he had done well.

"Awww," Naomi cawed, "look at them with their silent language. Such cute lovebirds. How long have you two been married?"

Shawn saw Ellie's face go red, and could feel a similar reaction. But the Givens were waiting for an answer. "Um, only just..." he stammered out.

Naomi's face lit up. "Oh my gosh! Is this your honeymoon?" she asked.

Shawn could feel his head shaking, instinctively denying the question. For some reason it didn't seem like a good idea to try to pass this off as their honeymoon. He and his sister knew each other too well to be honeymooning. And while this trip was extravagant, he didn't think it seemed long enough to pass as honeymoon. "Um," he started again, "No, this isn't our honeymoon. That was a while ago. It hasn't quite been a year yet though... this is our first trip, post honeymoon."

Naomi made an 'O' with her mouth, nodding as she came to understand. "Well, this is a splendid place to spend a quick weekend getaway," she said.

"The tennis court and wine tours alone will make the days fly by," Don added. "The fine dining with friendly guests is just icing on top," he finished, and Shawn noticed him gesture his drink to him, and throw a quick wink at Ellen.

Shawn felt something odd stir inside himself. The couple was just being friendly, surely, but they seemed odd. Of course, there was nothing lucid about Don winking at Ellie. Hell, he had stolen enough glances at Naomi's chest to make a wink seem completely innocent.

Shawn nodded. "A toast," he agreed with Don's gesture, raising his glass. "To a fun weekend full of... adventure. Spent in good company," he finished.

Naomi was the first to smile and respond, lifting her glass to tap and clink off of Shawn's. "I can drink to that," she said, and now it was her turn to wink, at him.

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The steak was divine. Juicy and tender, spiced to perfection. The steamed vegetables on the side balanced perfectly with the heavy meat. However, Shawn wasn't a fan of the potatoes; Dijon was just a fancy mustard, and he had never cared for it. He and Ellen, since having passed the stages of their lives that involved hair pulling, had always traded and shared food when out to dinner with the family. And he knew she might enjoy the potatoes where he didn't, so he slid the small side dish over to her in offer. She whispered a thank you and offered some of the pasta out of her huge bowl in return, sliding it onto his plate with a few pieces of shrimp.

"Aw, look at them sharing," Naomi commented, and Don chuckled.

"Naomi and I have completely different tastes as it is," Don said. "I find red meat to be a bit binding on most occasions."

"I cannot abide seafood any longer either," Naomi said, agreeing with Don's discernment while referencing his shrimp pasta. "In the Philippines, it's almost all we ate. When I came here for school, I fell in love with the abundance of beef."

Don smiled and gave her a nod. "It works out, though. We both enjoy pasta, and chicken is common ground for meat."

Shawn nodded, following along the polite conversation. In truth, he and Ellen never had any real inhibitions over types of food. He might not care for mustard, and knew she didn't like corn, but they both enjoyed pretty much any type of food put in front of them, which often led to them splitting meals. Both would rather have a little bit of different things, as long as they both could share. Shawn cut her off a chunk of his steak, a piece without fat like he knew she liked, and transferred it to her plate. She smiled.

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Once they were done eating, the four sat and chatted. They spoke of where they were from, and Shawn made up little details as they went along. There was no need to worry about settling up, the food was included with the bill.

After a bit of conversation, as the food settled in their stomachs, Don and Naomi shared a look and a nod.

"Well, I think we're going to step out onto the dance floor," Don said, patting Naomi on her knee.

"Won't you please join us?" Naomi continued, asking Shawn and Ellen.

"Um," Shawn said, looking over at Ellie. In truth, it sounded like fun, and he was enjoying the Givens' company, but he wanted to make sure his sister was comfortable before he gave an answer. She was biting her lip, but then she met his eyes and smiled, giving him a small nod. He smiled back, and turned to their new friends. "Yeah, that sounds fun."

Naomi's face lit up with their acceptance. Don stood from his chair and gestured the group towards the floor, which was located in the center of the dining room. Ellen silently took hold of Shawn's arm as they followed behind Naomi, who skipped gaily towards the floor.

The band was themed to the same high-class shared by the mansion, and was appropriately playing a slow song currently, dominated by a booming cello and a beautiful piano score. The dancers were following a typical waltz, closely coupled and moving their feet in tempo. With a gulp, Shawn turned towards Ellen and offered his hand to her.

Slow dancing was easy. Easiest because it didn't require any practice. But it was also an intimate movement. The minimum required touching was still closer than he had ever really been to his sister for prolonged periods. Despite his anxiety, Ellen took his hand without hesitation and brought her other behind him to his back. His left hand found its spot on her waist, much higher than he normally placed it on girls, almost on her ribs.

Ellen gave him a reassuring smile and he tried to return it. A few feet away, Naomi and Don had assumed a much closer position with each other. They were pressed right up against each other. Instead of holding mirrored hands with one another in basic form, her hands were held behind him on his shoulder blades, while his hands held her lower waste from behind, practically on her ass.

Shawn felt Ellie's hand leave his shoulder. Suddenly, she took the hand that was on her waist and guided it lower, until it was almost level with her right buttock. She looked him in the eye. "Shawn. We're dancing like we're kids at Christian camp, leaving room for Jesus. We're supposed to be lovers here," she whispered to him. "Keep your hand down near my butt, and step closer," she added, her hand returning behind his shoulder as she pulled him in closer.

"Isn't it... awkward? For you?" Shawn asked, awkwardly himself. He had to admit that it felt nice to have his hand down on her hip and they were close enough now that he could feel her warmth, almost touching.

Ellie shook her head. "You're my brother..." she said, chewing her lip. "We can be close. I feel safe with you."

To that, Shawn nodded. "Thanks," he said, smiling down at her.

She returned the smile, and inched that last bit closer, bumping her stomach against his. He felt his heart skip for a moment, and his stomach did a flip as they made contact. He could feel her warmth through her dress and he became painfully aware for the stirring in his crotch. He ignored it, however, and continued to move with the music.

Their feet moved slowly in time, his hand rested on her soft, warm hip while their hands held each other's. Ellen turned her head and he felt it come down to rest on his chest. He never realized before this moment how tiny his little sister was. He had almost a foot on her. And yet, despite her shortness, she seemed grown too. She was his little sister, but she was also a woman. A beautiful woman. "Thank you, Shawn." He could feel her soft voice against his chest as she spoke. "Thank you for bringing me here. It's going to be a nice weekend, I think. We grew up together... we go to the same school. We see each other all the time. And yet, we've never really spent that much time together. Mom and dad were always just the common factor, always between us. I think this will be... good. To spend time, me and you. Brother and sister."

Shawn nodded. "It sure will... little sis."

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When that song finished, the band played another slow number. Shawn and Ellen held each other as they danced, for minutes that seemed like eternities. At one point, Shawn's heart stopped beating so fast; he hadn't noticed when. At another point, Ellen dropped her hand that was holding his, bringing it around his back like the other and taking hold of his shoulder. He assumed she had gotten tired of holding their hands aloft like that. It left his left hand free to move to her hip. The transition seemed natural, as if it had been where they started from. Suddenly, they found themselves in a position much like the Givens were in, embracing, more like, than dancing.

After a lifetime, the band signaled a pick-up in tempo. Shawn and Ellen separated, as the music increased speed, and a sudden applause broke out across the dance floor. They had moved from a romantic waltz into a more lively swing dance. Shawn watched as couples across the floor moved out to arm length and started to dance more quickly, picking up in time with the music.

Shawn didn't know how to swing. At all the events he had attended, crowds his age tended to dance to hip hop or pop, but swing was different. The other couples hardly went a moment without their hands on each other's, as their hips, legs, shoulders and heads swayed and danced with the melody.

Waltz was simple, this was not.

Suddenly, he heard laughter approaching and turned just in time to watch the Givens come spinning towards them.

They were in a good humor, seeming to approve of the tempo change, where as he and Ellen were both rather lost. The two stopped moving when they came nearer to Ellen and Shawn, breaking apart, yet Naomi continued to tap her foot to the beat.

"Do you two not know how to swing?" Naomi asked, slightly shouting to be heard over the music.

Shawn shook his head. "Well, hell honey, they're even younger than us. For the record, we were not raised in the swing era, but we've picked up the style in our adventures," Don re-assured them.

"Speak for yourself, white boy," Naomi joked as she began to bop her hips, turning around to show off her skills and ample features." Maybe you Americans moved past swing decades ago, but the Lindy Hop was still popular on the scene when I was growing up in the Philippines."

"I think we should probably just sit this one out, " Ellen had begun, looking at Shawn.

"Nonsense, love!" Naomi retorted, interrupting her. "Let me borrow your man, I'll take good care of him. Don can teach you a thing or two, and you guys will be swinging before the night is over!" she winked when speaking about the dance.

Shawn looked at Ellen, uncertain. She chewed her lower lip. But they didn't seem to have much choice, the Givens were rather insistent.

Don politely held his hand out, offering it to Ellen, who seemed to think about it for a moment, until Naomi suddenly darted forward and grabbed Shawn. Suddenly, he was being yanked further onto the dance floor.

Shawn lost track of Ellie as he was pulled near the middle of the dance floor, couples all around him spinning and swinging with the music. "Take my hands honey, and move your body like I move mine," Naomi commanded of him, holding her hands out.

Shawn wasn't sure what he could do except follow her, so he did. Once he took her hands, she started pulling and pushing, one side towards her, the other towards him, back and forth and vice versa. He tried to sway his hips as she was, but found it much easier to keep with the foot movements, stepping and sliding, sliding and stepping as they pumped. "Lift your hand if you want me to twirl," Naomi said and he did so, the lithe woman obeying as she spun under his arm, taking a step closer to him.

Shawn began to understand the basics. As he picked up the steps and began to keep up, he couldn't help but to appreciate the woman's features. She was the epitome of an hourglass figure; slim stomach, voluptuous hips, and D-cup breasts that jiggled with her movements. Her dress was cut high, and a slit ran up her thigh. Again, he couldn't help but think that she had work done, but it was also obvious that she worked hard on herself as well.

He spun her again, and became suddenly aware that with every twirl, she moved a bit closer. Suddenly, Shawn and Naomi were swaying mere inches apart. He could smell her, an exotic scent, mixed rich perfume with womanly sweat.

Another twirl and one more. Suddenly , he found himself holding his hand up as she spun beneath it; two times, three. Suddenly she halted to a stop, her back towards him, her hips thrust back, he could feel her curvy ass pressed against his crotch as she swayed. "Getting fancy now, are we?" she teased with a smile, her head turned as she looked at him over her shoulder. Just as quickly as she had spun into him, she spun out. Facing him again, she was only inches away now as they returned to the dance.

Shawn was painfully aware of the throbbing boner that was barely contained in his pants.

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After two songs spent dancing with Naomi, Shawn had finally gotten over his desires and broken away; mostly due to fatigue. The woman purely oozed sexuality and energy. As he excused himself, she stuck her tongue out at him, teasing, and continued to dance solo. He made his way to the bar. There, he found Ellen sitting on a stool, while Don stood leaning next to her. Don waved as Shawn pointed in the direction he had left Naomi, and he took the cue and headed back onto the dance floor.

"Don taught me the basics, and we danced, but..." Ellen began explain to Shawn after he ordered a drink; he was parched. "I excused myself after the first song ended."

Shawn winced internally. Of course. She had probably felt uncomfortable, dancing with him. She had probably assumed Shawn would do the same. "I... didn't even notice the song change. I had no idea what I was doing out there, just trying to keep up with Naomi," he made up, hoping to make her feel better.

It didn't work. As the bartender slid him his apple ale, Shawn saw Ellen raise an eyebrow in suspicion. "You looked pretty good from here," Ellen said, then quickly corrected herself." At the dance, I mean."

Shawn could have picked up on something there, if he hadn't been distracted by the implications. Of course, she had watched them dance. Shawn wondered how much she had seen. "Beginner's luck, I guess. Naomi really only taught me a thing or two, then practically danced around me. She could probably make anyone look good."

Ellen nodded solemnly, sipping at her margarita.

They drank in an uncomfortable silence. Shawn felt bad, having forgotten about Ellen in his excitement to be dancing so seductively with Naomi.

As they began to finish their drinks, a few songs later, Shawn spotted Don and Naomi picking their way through the dancers towards the bar. Apparently Naomi had finally tired herself out. Meanwhile, Don, who hadn't done much dancing, didn't look like he had broken a sweat.

Shawn suddenly felt a little panicked. He turned towards his sister. "Ellie, let's go dance. We both know the basics now, so we can just have some fun with it, yeah?" Ellen looked at him, unsure. "Please. I want to dance with you now. Naomi was fun, but you're..." he was about to say my sister, but stopped himself when he noticed the bartender just a little ways down." You're my wife. I want to dance with you."

Ellen's face broke out with a small smile and she gave him a little nod. Quickly, he took her hand in his and led her out on the dance floor. As the passed the Givens, the other couple waved, and Naomi jumped back towards the floor, following them while dragging Don behind. Apparently she wasn't so tired after all.

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The Givens and the Culvers left the dining hall a little later that night as the band announced the end of the dance and the staff prepared to close. Ellen and Shawn had swung for a little while, but as the night wound down, the band switched back to relaxed songs and the two finished with a long slow dance. During the last number, Shawn had noticed that Naomi was standing on Don's feet, practically asleep against his chest, she who had never taken a break from dancing.

"It's only eleven!" Naomi exclaimed as they left the ballroom. She had gone straight from sleeping on the dance floor right back to her energetic self. "Shawn, Ellie, tell me you'll join us for a nice relaxing dip in the hot tub. Maybe a short trip to the sauna."

Shawn was about to politely decline, he was pretty tired. But to his surprise, Ellen nodded her head. "That sounds wonderful," she said, looking at him. It took him a moment, but he smiled and returned her nod, wanting to support her for a reason he couldn't quite fathom.

The two couples split, promising to meet for their soak. Shawn and Ellen returned to the east side of the mansion, boarding the elevator for the ride up. Shawn smiled at Ellen as the door closed.

"So..." he said, trying to make small talk. "The Givens, huh?"

Ellen smiled and rolled her eyes a bit. "They're fun. I think they're the only two people here even close to our age," she said, and Shawn nodded in agreement.

"Whatever Naomi is on though, I want some of it. There is no end to that woman's stamina!" Shawn commented.

"At least she seemed tired before we left the hall," Ellen responded. "Don looked like he's been sitting in an office all day, ready for some real fun to begin."

"Yeah, well," Shawn said, as the exited the elevator and began the walk down the hall to their room. "If we head down to the Jacuzzi and find Don in a speedo, I expect you to get us out of this."

Ellen laughed heartily. "Don't worry, I'll puke in the filter," she said, giving him a playful shove.

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Shawn examined his physique in the bathroom mirror, standing in his swim trunks. He was decent enough looking, he thought. He wasn't short on muscle, and while he didn't have a tight six pack, his abs certainly had form. His chest wasn't overly hairy, yet had enough to make him look manly and rugged. He could only imagine what cut, 'Mr. Universe-Givens' would look like with his shirt off. But Shawn wasn't bad-looking himself.

After a few moments, he decided it was safe to leave and exited the bathroom. Ellie was waiting for him. She wore a modest two-piece bathing suit. It was 'vintage' style, and was white with blue anchors. It covered more of her breasts and hips than most modern bikinis would, and the bottoms were high-waisted with a frilly skirt bottom. Shawn knew she liked the style, and she did look very cute in it. Shawn took just a moment to admire her figure. Where Naomi had an obvious, pinup style sexual figure, Ellie's body was still attractive, if less obviously so. Her breasts weren't small, probably a mid C, or perhaps a large B. Her tummy was flat, and for some reason he thought to himself that she had a very cute naval. Her hips didn't flay out like Naomi's, but her ass was tight and firm looking.