An Adventure of Siblings

"Do you want a landing strip like her? Or maybe a triangle like she had before? Or do you want to go a little artsy? I can do an arrow... maybe a star? Little crescent moon?" the waxer asked as she began to spread wax onto her inner thigh.

Ellen shook her head, having already decided. "Nothing fancy please... just, all gone, I think."

The waxer nodded. "Nice and smooth it is."

The warm wax felt nothing like the cream had. For one thing, she applied it using a stick instead of her hands, and on top of that, her skin was feeling tingly and a little on the numb side now that the cream had taken effect. With a small area of her thigh covered in the wax, the professional firmly pressed a cloth on top of it. Ellen waited with apprehension. Suddenly, Ellen became aware that Naomi was kneeling next to the head of the chair. "Give me your hand sweetie," she said, holding her left hand out. Gratefully, Ellen took it. When the professional was satisfied that the wax was ready, she took hold of the end of the cloth. Instinctively, Ellen bit her lip. The waxer pulled the strip off with one sudden tug, and Ellen's reflexes caused her to grip onto Naomi's hand.

It hurt, quite a bit, but it wasn't too bad, and over quickly. Ellen relaxed as the professional began with the next coating. It took a lot longer with Ellen than it had with Naomi because the waxer was using smaller strips, covering less area. Naomi held Ellen's hand through the whole ordeal though, and began to tell her stories to keep her mind off the pain. Part way through, the top of Naomi's robe came loose and Ellen couldn't help but to glance at her pretty pierced nipple occasionally. She just had a simple piercing, two silver studs poking out on opposite sides of her perky brown nipples, creating a contrast. Ellen had never thought that nipple piercings were particularly appealing, but she admired the girl's bravery in getting them done; she imagined it made a waxing seem painless.

The waxing was over before Ellen even realized it. She had closed her eyes part way through, having realized she had been staring at Naomi's nip slip a little too much. When she felt the cold presence of tweezers instead of hot wax, she knew she had done it. The professional cleaned up and left them alone to make their way back to the locker room.

Ellen pulled her robe back on and turned around to ask Naomi what next, only to find the other woman locking the door. With one fluid motion, Naomi stepped closer to Ellen and dropped her robe, leaving it behind.

Ellen stuttered, surprised. "I noticed you looking earlier. The robe didn't slip on accident, you know. When you took the bait, I thought you might like a better look," Naomi said, standing up straight, thrusting her breasts out.

Ellen couldn't help but to glance at them momentarily, and could feel a heat in her cheeks as she blushed. "I—I didn't mean to stare. It... it was just there and I—I'm sorry I—" she stammered out.

Slowly, Naomi shook her head 'no', the finger of her right hand coming up and softly pressed against Ellen's lip, quieting the girl. "It's okay. I like your eyes on me, Ellen," she said, practically whispering. "You have such pretty eyes, Ellen. They're like mine, just a little darker."

Ellen became suddenly aware of how close Naomi was to her. As she spoke about their eyes, Naomi peered deeply into the other woman's. Truthfully, Ellen's eyes were always her most confidant feature; while hazel wasn't the rarest, she thought it was the perfect color. Naomi's eyes, however, were a much lighter green, not a hint of brown in them. She was so exotic in every way. She made Ellen practically feel plain most of the time, but now, Naomi's eyes were on her.

Naomi was the epitome of a woman in almost every way, full, sensual body with curves in all the right places, exotic, bronze skin and flawless straight black hair with just the right amount of volume. It was short and bounced, implying the girl's fun-loving attitude with a simple look. She was smart, fit, kind, funny, and brave, Her eyes mirrored the exotic appeal of her skin, with their almond shape and light green shade. And those eyes, were on hers. Complimenting her regular, every day appeal, calling her pretty. Her hand was so soft, as it ran through her hair, stroking the back of her scalp. She hadn't noticed her hand move back there, but she was thankful for it now. Naomi only wore a light amount of makeup. Ellen had always gone natural because she thought makeup was a sign of a lack of personal confidence, and confidence was the one thing she always strived for in herself. But Naomi only wore a little bit. It accented her natural beauty, instead of masking it in pretention. A thin layer of mascara that ended in tiny wings at the corner of her eyes. And her lips - they were full, almost pouty, but had a natural curve that spread into a gorgeous smile that she wore so often. From this close, Ellen could pick up a light glossy sheen on the other woman's lips. No lipstick now, just the gloss. It made her lips look so irresistible...

Suddenly, Ellen's face was moving forward. Her eyes closed, as if she was on a roller coaster she couldn't control and just wanted to enjoy the ride. She felt Naomi's lips against hers, could taste a hint of cherry she assumed was her lip gloss. Naomi returned the kiss with fervor, her hand cradling Ellen's head as she pressed against the other woman. And like that, they enjoyed a long, deep kiss. Ellen was practically breathless, hardly capable of believing that she was kissing another woman.

They pulled away slightly, looking at each other. Ellen's face felt hot, she imagined she was likely beet red. Naomi's hand didn't move from its place in her hair, and Ellen found that she didn't want it to. "Your lips are soft, Ellen. Thank you for that," Naomi said.

Ellen bit her lip, embarrassed at the other woman's kind words. "I... enjoyed it too," she admitted.

"Then let's continue," Naomi suggested. Gently, her free left hand took Ellen's, and guided her hand up to her breast. "You can touch my body if you want to; I like it. I like you, Ellen. Do you like me?"

Ellen nodded. She loved her brother Shawn, but Naomi really made her feel good about herself as well. She just seemed to know exactly what to say. Ellen felt Naomi's breast, squeezing it lightly. She had always thought 'fake' breasts wouldn't be anything like real breasts, but Naomi's breasts were real, after all, just augmented. She had never thought of it like that before, but now with Naomi's breast in her hand, she could appreciate the effort. Gently, her thumb flicked over the woman's nipple. Naomi gulped, pleased by the sensation and she moved closer, kissing her again. This time as they kissed, Naomi's mouth cracked open, and Ellen could feel her tongue flick across her lips; Ellen opened her mouth in response, accepting the other woman's tongue. She was gentle, intertwining Ellen's tongue with her own. Ellen repeatedly flicked her thumb back and forth over Naomi's nipple, as her other hand moved, as if with a mind of its own, to the woman's hip. Slowly, her hand stroked over Naomi's hip and leg, and slipped down the bottom of her belly and between her legs. Naomi's legs parted slightly, allowing Ellen's hand inside. Her nearly hairless vulva felt so smooth. Ellen's finger combed through the small, thin tuft of hair Naomi kept; the black hairs were nearly as soft and smooth as the freshly waxed skin. Ellen's finger moved down over the woman's slit; her lips parted easily, already slightly moist.

Naomi moaned as Ellen stroked between her pussy lips while flicking her perky pierced nipple back and forth. While keeping her right hand in Ellen's hair, Naomi's left hand began to grope at the ties keeping the girl's robe on. She had it tied tight, but Naomi managed it free, and pushed her robe off so it fell to the floor. Naomi's right hand finally left Ellen's hair and came down to caress the women's left breast, while her left hand mirrored the action on the other breast. She pinched her nipples lightly, tweaking them for a moment before her right hand dipped lower. She brought her hand between Ellen's legs softly, but Ellen winced, drawing away from their kiss.

"It's... still sore," Ellen told her.

Naomi smiled, understanding. "Well, why don't you let me try to help you with that?" she suggested, leading Ellen towards the waxing chair.

Ellen allowed Naomi to sit her down, and then the woman climbed on top of her. Their hands wandered around eachother's bodies for a moment. Ellen took the opportunity and managed to reach around the woman's thigh and reach her slit from behind. She penetrated Naomi with one finger, stirring inside the woman and caused her to moan. Naomi kissed and sucked at Ellen's neck while she fingered the woman, but slowly Naomi began to move down. There was a muffled slurping sound when Naomi's cunt moved out of Ellen's reach and her fingers fell out. But Ellen wasn't concerned; Naomi was feasting upon her breasts. She kissed all the skin around one before slipping the nipple into her mouth, sucking on it and licking it back and forth inside of her mouth. When she was done on one side, she moved to the other. Ellen's back arched at the stimulation, pushing her breasts against Naomi's mouth even more. It was over far too soon as far as Ellen was concerned. As she was coming down from the high of the feeling, she barely even registered Naomi's kisses moving lower; down the underside of her breasts, licking and kissing down her tummy even lower. Naomi's lips strayed off the straight path as she moved to the bottom of the chair, kissing down Ellen's left leg as far as the knee. Then the kisses moved to the inside of her legs, and moved back up her sensitive thigh. She shivered at the feeling, anticipating as her lips moved higher and higher and suddenly she was back down near the knee, but on the other leg. She was moving up the inside of her right thigh now, and again the apprehension was building. The kisses felt smooth on the freshly waxed red skin of her thighs. She sighed with contentment as Naomi's lips continued their adventure, now moving over her upper vulva. Slowly, she moved closer, and closer...

And then she felt it. A light kiss right on top of her clit, and Ellen's whole body shivered. She had moved slowly towards it, but now that she had arrived at Ellen's pussy, Naomi's mouth moved quickly with abandon. Ellen was glistening wet after Naomi's service on her nipples, and the woman lapped up the juices greedily, spreading the natural lubricant and tasting it deeply. Her tongue buried into Ellen cunt and the woman moaned loudly with pleasure. Naomi's tongue squirmed inside of Ellen, flicking up and down first, then back and forth as it penetrated her repeatedly. Ellen's hips moved with the pleasure, back and forth, grinding against the woman's mouth. Then Naomi's mouth moved up, making a small 'o' shape as she sucked Ellen's clitoris into her mouth. The girl gasped, clutching at the chair as her body rocked with pleasure. Naomi sucked on her clit and licked it back and forth. Her right hand came up and two fingers pressed into Ellen's pussy, thrusting in and out as they became coated in Ellen's juices and slid in easily. The woman sucked and licked on Ellen's clit while thrusting and stirring her insides, driving Ellen wild. After few moments, Ellen's back arched high one last time as she screamed, her pussy flooding. Once her orgasm had peaked, Ellen slumped back in the chair. Naomi came up, breathing hard. She sucked on her fingers, all of which were wet, and Ellen realized she must have been fingering herself while pleasuring her. Naomi crawled up the chair seductively and planted her lips on Ellen's, the girl willingly returning the kiss. Naomi's tongue invaded her own, and Ellen could taste her own juices in the other woman's mouth. It was all over just as soon as it began; Naomi had given Ellen her first lesbian experience, and her orgasm had rocked her very foundation. Regardless, Ellen couldn't help but feel that it would be nice to have Shawn's cock inside her now.

Naomi climbed off of Ellen a few moments later, moving to retrieve her robe. Ellen did likewise, then moved back to the chair. The paper sheet was soaked with her juices, and she quickly ripped it off. Normally the spa attendants would clean up and replace another sheet, but she didn't want anyone to see her mess. She stuffed the paper into a trash can, and turned back to Naomi, who was washing her hands in the sink. "Um... you don't want me to... try to return the favor?..." Ellen asked, unsure but thinking that the offer was only polite. In truth, she knew even less about performing oral on a girl than she did about giving a blowjob. When she was touching Naomi earlier it had all been ways she knew she liked to be touched, but she wouldn't know where to start with eating a pussy out.

Naomi smiled at the girl. "You did me a favor by letting me please you, sweetie. You tasted wonderful, thank you for that. And plus, I like to do this thing called sexual edging... Your touch and taste turned me on so much Ellen... a little bit more an I would have had an orgasm, but by peaking like that and denying myself... well, let's just say that I'm in for a treat when we get together with our husbands later, okay?" she told Ellen with a wink.

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Don and Shawn sat in a corner booth at the hotel bar, taking swigs of their beers while suffering under a heavy blanket of awkward silence. The two men had quickly run out of things to talk about; after they left the gym they had adjourned to the bar to relax and wait to meet up with the girls.

"So..." Shawn muttered, staring at his beer as he swiveled it around in the bottle. He was struggling to alleviate the awkwardness of the situation. Men tended to have more trouble than women finding conversation topics early on in a tentative friendship. Shawn decided to just go for broke and mention the elephant in the room. "Naomi is really a firecracker, huh? Was it her idea when you two started to... 'swing'?" he asked.

Don stared at him for a moment before his face broke out in a curved smile. He glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to hear as he leaned forward a bit over the table.

"Sort of," he admitted, setting his bottle down with a dull thud. "There was this attorney secretary at my work. She and her husband were at the beginning of a separation, leading to a divorce. She tended to... flirt with me, at work and when the office would meet up at the local bar. I'm a little ashamed to admit that I didn't spurn her advances. It was just a little harmless flirting, you know, just kind of fun. Anyway, after a while I felt guilty and told Naomi all about it. She said it was all okay, and harmless fun. Then we... made love. And afterwards, she told me she knew the husband was medical resident, and she came up with this plan. Lillian was flirting with me as an outburst of their failing marriage, and she knew that Alan had been trying to hit on all the nurses. Naomi thought it would be hot to watch me make a move on Lillian, and that it would drive her on if Alan was flirting within her sight. So one night, I asked Lillian out to the bar, and Naomi got Alan to head there too. We set up on opposite sides of the bar, but it wasn't very long before they spotted each other. Just like Naomi thought, neither of them wanted to leave, instead picking up their game to taunt one another. It wasn't long before Lillian was right up next to me in our booth, her hand rubbing my crotch under the table. Meanwhile, Alan had Naomi out on the dance floor, pulling her close to grind up against him. Lillian wanted to take me back to her and Alan's apartment, but I was stalling, unsure what to do; it was all progressing so much faster and further than I had anticipated. Next thing I knew, Naomi and Alan had left the bar. She texted me, telling me to follow them back to our house in about twenty minutes. I... sort of lost control, at that point. We spent the next twenty minutes in my car, making out and getting a little... hot. Then I offered to take her back to my place. She responded by slipping out of her dress... I had never guessed how freaky that girl was, or how worked up she had gotten trying to outdo her ex. I drove us home while she fingered herself in the passenger seat. Naomi had gotten Alan to park his car in the garage so she had no idea he was there. She followed me inside, completely naked in the night air. I uh... I led her up to the bedroom... where Naomi was riding Alan, bareback in reverse cowgirl. Lillian froze like a deer in headlights. Naomi began to lick her lips and moan, her tits bouncing right in front of us. Alan's eyes were closed and he was so into it he hadn't even noticed us until Lillian started screaming. Then he tried to push Naomi off, but Naomi held him down and kept riding him. She told Lillian how great her husband's cock was, and Lillian was visibly edging between anger and arousal. Next thing I knew, I had her bent over the bed while I drilled her from behind. Naomi kept talking dirty and was driving us all crazy, and Lillian couldn't take her eyes off of the point where Alan and Naomi connected. Naomi looked Lillian in the eye and asked if she wanted her husband's cock back. She nodded, and suddenly we were all on the bed. Alan and I were on top of our respective wives, while Naomi reached over and caressed Lillian, and kissed her softly."

Don told the story with a warm smile on his face, as if enveloped in the memory. Shawn couldn't help but feel his manhood swelling at the intimate details. At the end, Don shook his head as he came out of it. "Sorry. I got a little into it there," he apologized.

Shawn shook his head. "No, don't..." he said, "It sounded pretty hot."

Don smiled again and nodded. "Anyway. Lillian and Alan ended up staying with us for a few days. We shared meals, drove together to work, and shared the bed at night. Lillian and Alan's relationship was on the mend after we brought them together, and after about a week they told us they were going to leave, and needed to work on their marriage. We were happy for them, but sad to see them go at the same time. They're living together again, and we've heard that they've begun to plan renewing their vows, but they haven't spoken to us much. Meanwhile, Naomi and I's relationship has grown all the stronger..." he finished his story with a slightly sour, yet well-resolved truth.

Shawn nodded, torn between having been captivated with the sensual story and a little saddened by the finale. "I'm sorry it turned out that way," he said, unsure how to react.

Don shrugged. "I'm not. It brought Naomi and I even closer than we had been before, and introduced us into a world we had never even considered. Yeah, it was nice being with Alan and Lillian, but we're just happy we could help them, even if they don't want to include us anymore."

"That's a good way to think about it," Shawn told him. "If you don't mind me saying... you and Naomi have already done a lot to help me and Ellen this weekend... in a lot of different ways."

Don seemed please by Shawn's compliment. "Well. I hope we can all... you know, 'help each other' even more," he told Shawn. "So, um, speaking of which. In the limited number of times that Naomi and I have 'worked with' another couple, I generally find that it helps to lay down some ground rules, pretty much between the guys."

Shawn raised one eyebrow, both confused and interested. "Yeah, sure, I suppose that makes sense. What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Don said, then paused to take a gulp of his beer. "I'm not attracted to men. I'm not homophobic either, you being naked in the room isn't going to cause any issues for me. But, I'll generally avoid eye contact. The thrill, for me atleast, is to watch Naomi act out all the nympho desires I know she feels every day. To be honest, Naomi is most at home any time she's naked and eyes are on her. She'll be calling most of the shots if you know what I mean, and I for one am fine with that. Of course, a majority of the point is to enjoy something different, specifically each other's wives. I don't mind you taking Naomi a majority of the time, and hopefully you won't be too possessive of Ellen. There will be times when Naomi will decide to turn attention on one of us, and then the other will have to sit out and just enjoy the show for a bit. Don't worry about that too much, she knows I like to watch, and she's really good at putting on a show. Regardless, like I said, eye contact will be kept to a minimum. Touching is a definite no for me. While sharing might be the name of the game while swinging, I'm not OK with us both going at the same girl; that's why there are two. Lastly. To be honest, cum kind of grosses me out. So if you get any anywhere, there's a good chance that I'm going to be done, at least with whoever you get it on. Just let Naomi take care of it. She'll make it disappear easily. Speaking of cumming... this opportunity, when we take it, is too good to waste on a single trip. We might cum, but we'll keep going. Give yourself a moment if you have to, but don't call it quits after a measly eight minutes. Just. Take this when the time seems right. It's perfectly safe for every once and a great while, and it'll keep you going for far longer.," When Don wrapped it up, he produced a small bag from his pocket and handed it to Shawn, who accepted it with a nod.