Blooming Rose Ch. 02

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just as a warning, while there is no incestuous sex within this chapter (just regular lesbian sex between two unrelated women), the subject does come up to a great degree and plays a big role in the story. If that bothers you, kindly hit the back button now and be on your way. Otherwise, let us push on to the next chapter in Rose's life as she dives deeper into the world of That Lesbian Nudist Cult.

Rose couldn't sleep that night. She tossed, she turned, she listened to soothing ocean sounds, she tried catching up on her reading...but nothing could quiet the whirlwind raging inside her mind. Her thoughts were like a storm, constantly beating her senses with images and noises she could do absolutely nothing to silence. And at the center of them all was her aunt, June. June running around in all her nakedness. June with her great breasts bouncing and heaving around. June with her toned physique rippling all over. June with her bare toes digging into the earth, her ass cheeks clapping, her pelvis gyrating, her vagina schlicking...

"Ugghhh!"

She pushed herself out of bed with a frustrated growl. She couldn't do this. She couldn't get that image of her aunt humping the waitress out of her head, couldn't get the sounds of her moans out of her ears, couldn't get the deluge of strange feelings coming out of her...everything else. She needed to talk to someone about this, anyone. But there was only one person who could possibly answer her.

Unfortunately, June was in no shape to talk to Rose. The house was dark and quiet, and the older woman was lying still in her bed fast asleep, face-up with her hands on her belly and her legs pressed together. Fittingly, she didn't have any covers on her; she was content to be as exposed in her slumber as she was in her waking life.

"Um, June?" Rose whispered, moving a hand to the woman's shoulder to try and shake her awake. "June, can I...talk to you?"

"Mmmm," the older woman murmured as she shifted her body around and changed her position. Her head rolled to the side, her hands slid off her stomach, her knees bent, her thighs rose, and her legs spread. Rose's breath hitched and her stomach did flip-flops as she watched her aunt stretch her form out in a pose that could only be described as erotic. For a moment, she wondered if June was doing it on purpose, showing her naked body off to her niece. However, she remained locked in her peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of Rose's presence.

God, she's so pretty, Rose thought as her eyes ran up and down June's form, taking in her every nook and curve. She was like an oil painting pulled from the canvas and put into the real world. Even the shadows fell on her body in a painterly way, darkening parts of her flesh to make the others shine all the brighter. They dripped into the crooks of her neck, joining with her dark hair to form an almost perfect frame around her regal face. They pooled into her armpits and within the undersides of her breasts, making the great blue orbs stand out even more. They fell into her navel, drawing attention to her gentle breaths, and they gathered most darkly into the region between her legs, hiding her most private, sensitive area from the naked eye.

Rose found herself reaching unconsciously for her aunt's cell phone, peeling it off the bedside table and turning it on. She made no move to make a call, for she had no one she wanted to talk to at this hour. Nor did she opt to activate the camera. All she wanted from the device right now was the tiny amount of light its screen would provide, just enough to push back the shadows guarding June's womanly mound. She was not disappointed. The faint light illuminated everything between June's legs. The first thing Rose noticed was the rune-like symbol tattooed on her inner thigh. She recognized it as the Sigil of Zenriah, the sacred mark of her aunt's religion and the truest transcription of the Goddess' name. Rose had half a mind to trace the Sigil's curves, which looked quite feminine in and of themselves, but she stopped herself when her eyes strayed farther up the nudist's anatomy and fell into her now exposed sex. June's labial lips were spread wide apart and her silky folds, usually pink but currently glowing an ethereal blue in the soft light, bloomed before the brunette like a great, beautiful flower. They shimmered wondrously with moisture like drops of dew in the moonlight, and as the younger girl inhaled their essence, she detected a faint fragrance of mint mixed with peach.

It was strange. Rose always used to think vaginas looked icky and smelled gross, but this one...it was different. It smelled wonderful and it looked gorgeous, like everything else about her aunt. She wanted to look at this vagina, touch this vagina, smell it, lick it, taste it, entrap herself inside of it.

She moved both the phone and her face closer. The scent grew thicker, the petals grew larger, and more and more of her world was being taken in by that great mass of blue. She felt herself dive even deeper into its inner workings, past all the rippling layers of flesh until she could just see the orifice leading straight into the interior of her aunt's body. It was a tiny hole that faintly pulsed open and closed, almost looking like it was whispering, telling Rose to come inside and be with her beloved aunt forever...

"Mmmm...rossssss..." June murmured again, closing her legs and with them her sex before rolling on her side until she was facing Rose. The young brunette yelped, dropped the phone onto the bed, fell back with a start, and for a moment feared that she had just woke the older woman up. Luckily, she hadn't; June was still fast asleep, but with that relief, there came a sudden, horrifying realization in Rose.

What am I doing? She was leering at her aunt, looking at her naked body, at her sexual organs like a piece of meat! It was abnormal, it was wrong, and it was absolutely disgusting! And she...she wasn't a lesbian at all! She was totally, completely, one hundred percent straight...right?

Rose didn't wait to answer. She just scurried out of the room and retreated back to her own, forgetting entirely why she felt the need to go see her aunt at this hour. If she needed to sleep, she would just have to brute-force her way to it.

Rose didn't remember what happened next after she hurled herself onto her mattress. She thought she recalled feeling even more tingly than before, then electrifying, then wet all over. And the next thing she knew, she was opening her eyes to daylight and somehow fully rested.

One thing was for sure: it wouldn't be the last time she would sneak into her aunt's room at night.

***

Rose roused herself awake, only to squint as sunlight hit her eye. Had she been dreaming? It felt like she had been. Where else would she get kidnapped and carried off by a naked Amazon in her own workplace? But as her daze lightened and her eyes grew used to the brightness, she suddenly found herself looking directly into a pair of very large and very bare bosoms, pale save for the familiar rune-like symbol tattooed upon the left one. And that was when she realized that hadn't been a dream at all.

"Oh, you're back," said Carol. "That's good. I was afraid I might have broken you. I'm still getting used to this newfound strength the Goddess has given me."

"Uh...where...am I?' said Rose as she gazed tiredly around, trying to take in her surroundings. She and Carol appeared to be sitting outside at a table, and there were people all around them, eating, laughing, talking among themselves, and stealing very frequent and obvious glances at the nude woman in their midst.

"Sasha's," said Carol. "They serve a bit of everything here, which makes it ideal for relative strangers to...get to know one another."

Something brushed against Rose's leg underneath the table, but before she could so much as jump, it had already pulled away. "Oh. I...I see."

"Um...would you two like anything to drink...ladies?" said a new and very unsure voice that came out of nowhere. With a frightened jump, Rose looked up to see a nervous-looking waiter, who was holding his notepad cartoonishly close to his face like he was trying to block everything else from his vision.

"Just water for me, thanks," said Carol. "And what would you like, Rose?"

"Iced tea!" the bespectacled girl gasped.

"Okay, I'll...get...back to you then," stammered the waiter and he was gone in a flash.

Carol giggled as she watched him run off like a frightened rabbit. "Poor boy. Doesn't look like he's ever seen a naked woman before. Or maybe he has and got his face slapped for his efforts. What do you think?"

"Uh, me? Uh, I mean...I guess?" Shoot, what did Carol just ask her?

"Well, unlike all those prudes, I wouldn't mind if he looked at me," said Carol. "If I saw a naked woman, I'd look too. Especially at these." She gripped the undersides of her boobs and massaged them tenderly, squeezing and pushing the great balls of girl-flesh upward and outward in Rose's direction, as if she was daring the young woman to ogle them. She succeeded; Rose's eyes fell upon the large, contorting orbs and followed their every squish, jiggle, and bounce. "In fact, I might even ask her if I could touch them."

"I...don't think she would like that," said Rose.

"You'd never know if you didn't try," said Carol as she released her breasts and let them bounce back into their original shapes and positions. "And as a matter of fact, I personally would love to have a cute girl fondle my breasts. Who knows? Maybe one will." She turned her head slowly around in a half-circle taking in all the people around her and paying special attention to all the women she found attractive.

"I guess...anything could happen," Rose mumbled, deciding to turn her attention to the menu and away from the nudist who was doing everything she could to flaunt her figure. Not unlike a certain aunt of hers.

No, I can't think about her. Not now. Not with all these people around me.

"Is something the matter?" said Carol, tilting her head questioningly as she studied the strained expression on her co-worker's face.

"No, nothing. Just an itch on my nose is all," muttered Rose, taking off her glasses and giving her nose a light rub to make her lie look more convincing. It wasn't a good one, but it was all she could think of right now.

"Hm." Carol pursed her lips doubtfully. For a moment, Rose feared she was going to push the subject. Luckily, it was at that moment when the waiter arrived with their beverages.

"Are you ladies ready to order or do you need more time?" he said, once again practically gluing his face to his notepad to avoid gawking at the naked woman too openly.

Carol perked up instantly, giving her bare boobs another healthy bounce and snatching Rose's eyes with them. "Oh yes. I'll have the smoked turkey pastrami sandwich on rye. And Rose, what would you like?"

"Breasts," the bespectacled girl said mindlessly, her eyes following the two creamy globes that just never seemed to sit still on Carol's chest.

"E-excuse me?" stammered the poor waiter.

Realization smacked Rose. "Uh-uh, I mean..." Her eyes rolled across the menu, desperately looking for something to save her dignity. "Chicken breast! Teriyaki! Over brown rice!"

"Uh, right. Chicken teriyaki with brown rice," murmured the waiter before he darted off again.

Rose slumped into her chair with a blush, not believing she just said that. She was losing her mind just being around this shameless woman. However, she didn't have enough time to rail at herself before she felt something run down and tickle the length of her leg again, and this time she was better able to identify it. It was a foot. A very bare foot belonging to a very bare woman, who was flashing a very wide grin that threatened to split her face in two.

"So, Rose, what's a young thing like you doing working in a boring, stuffy office at this time of year?" said Carol.

Rose didn't have any idea why she asked that question after her little slip, but she was thankful she at least wasn't expecting an explanation. "Um, I...felt I should get some experience working in an office environment this summer?"

"Mmm, you know no one has ever died wishing they spent more time in the office," said Carol. "Young people like you shouldn't be crammed in such soul-sucking locale doing useless busywork for no pay. You should be out in the real world getting real experience."

"What qualifies as real experience?" asked Rose, who couldn't help but feel it was a little off to hear the nudist call her young when Carol hardly looked much older. Her features were soft, her skin was perfect, and her hair was glossy. She honestly looked like she would be going back to college with Rose at the end of the month. Which was funny because Rose swore the woman was at least a decade older than her, and that she looked the part the scant few times she saw her last week.

Just like...her.

"Literally anything else," said Carol. To emphasize the point, she prodded Rose's foot with her own and pawed at the edge of her heel with her toes as if she was trying to pry it off. "Don't you have any friends you should be hanging out with this summer? Or family?"

"My friends scattered all over the country for summer. And my family...my parents went on a second honeymoon. There is...there is no one who wants to see me at this time."

No one at all.

"Hm, that's unfortunate," said Carol, her voice sounding almost sad. "To truly have no one be there for you, even if only for a short time. I couldn't stomach that feeling at all."

"Did you ever experience that feeling?" said Rose.

"I...suppose I did, once. When my husband died many years ago, I thought my own life was over."

"Oh...I'm sorry," said Rose. It seemed that somehow, this conversation had dredged up some painful memories for the older woman. She didn't mean for that to happen. Why did Rose have to make everything worse for everyone?

Carol simply waved her apology away. "It's good of you to say so, but you don't need to. But as I was saying, I thought my life was over when that happened. I still had my two daughters of course, but I couldn't just turn to them for emotional support, not while they were still so young and just as devastated as I was. But luckily, I was able to find love from...other people in unexpected ways. And now that I've converted to Zenrism, I will always have someone ready to give me love." She sighed wistfully as she stared at her breast, specifically at the tattoo on it, which she began to stroke affectionately. "No matter where I am."

"From the many girlfriends and wives you have in your religion?" asked Rose. "Or the Goddess, Zenriah?"

Carol looked up at Rose with a smile. "Ah, so you are familiar with my religion. I take it you've read the flier we passed out?"

"Uh, yes...the...flier," Rose stammered, realizing she might have said a little too much. "Yeah, that's where I learned it from. From the flier."

Carol leaned forward, letting her large breasts spill over the table and on top of her arms that she had folded neatly on it. The soft, womanly flesh quivered hypnotically. "So what do you think?" she said, her voice dropping to a very sensual whisper. "Are you interested in learning more, Rose Yuren? About us? About the Goddess?" Her foot crept seductively up Rose's leg again. "Or...just about me?"

Rose stiffened. The sound of Carol's voice, the teasing way she was touching her, and the way she was looking at Rose under excited, hooded eyes...it all felt so familiar to her. As did the rapid beating in her heart, the pulsing, tingling sensation in her loins, and the sudden urge to run away.

Her hands shook uncontrollably, so much she could hear them rattling on the table. So Carol reached over and took them into her own hands, slowly entwining her fingers around the younger girl's balled-up fists. They were so soft, so soothing, so gentle, just as hers had been. But they were also strong; Rose could feel the raw power coursing through them as they gripped her. And it was then she realized that this time, there would be no running away.

***

I could just look at her forever.

Rose sighed wistfully as she gazed at her aunt's sleeping form for the umpteenth time. Every night it had been the same thing; she would wait for June to fall asleep, then sneak into her room and watch her. She watched the up and down motions of her chest and stomach as she breathed. She watched her as she rolled her body around. She watched her face which never ceased to look peaceful and angelic. She watched how June's hands would wander around her body, sometimes caressing her most sensitive regions. And Rose especially watched how her legs bent, stretched, and spread.

She would watch June sleep for irregular periods of time. Sometimes for just a few minutes, and sometimes for close to an hour. It was really creepy and inappropriate, but Rose couldn't help it! June was just so beautiful and she couldn't get enough of her. Even though she spent every day from the past week in the perpetually naked woman's presence.

But...that was going to come to an end soon. For this was the last night she would be spending in June's company. Rose's father would be coming at around noon to pick her up and the bespectacled girl would have no choice but to hug her aunt one last time, say goodbye and leave. Never to see her naked body again for at least another few months. Never to touch it again for at least another few months.

I wonder what it would be like to be carried in her arms, she thought, eying the limbs as they dangled loosely in front of the older woman, who was currently resting on her side. I wonder what it would be like to be...touched by her fingers.

The cawing of a crow outside broke Rose out of her reverie and made her glance at the nearest window. It was bright out. Shoot, was it morning already? How long had Rose been watching her aunt? She needed to get out of here fast before the alarm went off. If June woke up and found herself looking straight into her niece's eyes, Rose would most assuredly die of either shame or cardiac arrest. At least she hoped she would; death would be a far more preferable fate than trying to explain to her aunt why she was gawking at her while she slept.

She tip-toed back to her room, closed the door, and set about the laborious task of packing up the rest of her belongings. Goddess, she was going to be really sleepy today. Hopefully, she'd be able to stay awake by the time her dad arrived. However, after finishing that thought, Rose paused. Did she just think 'Goddess' in place of 'God?' Heh, she really was picking up on her aunt's new habits.

Still, she couldn't help but think there was something rather fascinating about Zenrism. A religion that required all its women to roam around in the buff 24-7 and engage in a lot of lesbian sex...how did that ever become legal? How were women able to live that way? And why were so many willing to join it, including June? Rose really wished she had asked June more about it. She couldn't see herself ever converting, but still, it was stoking her curiosity. What snippets she heard about its mythology sounded really intriguing from an academic point of view. Most gods that Rose knew seemed to create humans just because they could, but Zenriah created them, specifically women, to stave off Her loneliness and bring Herself everlasting companionship and love. It was rather romantic, all things considered.

The alarm went off in June's room and the nude woman roused herself awake. Seeing that she had everything all packed up, Rose decided now was as good a time as any to come out, place her stuff over by the door for easy transport, and greet her aunt. The two women exchanged their pleasantries as they met in the hall and made their respective trips to different chambers of the house before convening in the kitchen to have coffee and breakfast.