It was the middle of the night. Emily’s dream was shattered when she realized that she was actually hearing someone’s scream. She jumped out of bed and ran down the hall to the guest room where her cousin Rachel, and husband were sleeping, her heart pounding.

She barged into the room, unsure of what she’d find, and was relieved to see her cousin standing near the bed alone, sobbing. Her nightgown was torn and hanging from her shoulder. Emily ran to her.

“What happened?” Emily demanded while pulling her cousin to the bed to sit.

“It’s Roger,” she sobbed, “he’d been drinking, and was trying to force himself on me, being a real ass, which was totally unlike him!” Rachel sobbed.

Emily cradled Rachel’s head on her breast and began to stroke it to quiet her.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “There will be a logical explanation for Roger’s actions, I’m sure. Everything will be fine.”

Emily soothed, insincerely, because she truly believed Roger was an ass, from the passes he’d made at her.

Rachel raised her head and whispered, “Thank you, Em. I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you!”

“Me, too,” Emily said back. “Me, too. Can you try and get some sleep now?”

“No! I don’t want to be alone. Will you stay?”

Rachel pulled Emily down onto the bed. They lay entwined, Rachel’s sobs subsiding.

As Emily kept making cooing noises to settle her cousin, Rachel began running her hand down Emily’s near-naked body.

“I’ll be okay,” she whispered as her hand roamed over Emily’s short satin nightgown. Easing the gown down from Emily’s breasts, Rachel leaned over and flicked her tongue over the nipple. Emily yelped in surprise, wanting to protest because this seemed wrong, but was unable to utter anything other than a moan.

With heat building inside her, Emily reached for Rachel’s face and brought it down to hers where tongues played and lips met. But soon, Rachel’s fingers stretched the elastic from the leg of Emily’s panties and reached inside to stroke. Emily raised her head and gasped.

“God!” she said in a hoarse whisper and raised her hips up to meet the movements.

Emily was now beyond thinking clearly and pulled Rachel’s torn gown open and began sucking the large pink nipple. The intake of breath from her cousin, followed by moans, escalated to each wanting to hurriedly strip off night clothes and, toss them aside. Rachel pulled off Emily’s panties while Emily dropped her gown then reached for Rachel's, and ripped it off, throwing it on the floor. She wore no panties.

Naked, they were both writhing from the use of fingers and then tongues as they explored each other’s bodies, from nipples to the ultimate sensual area of lust and need.

Crescendos of moans rose and fell as they experimented with different touches and strokes. While one’s mouth suckled breasts, the other lapped at the deep, wet opening below with tongue and fingers as means of achieving that ecstatic fulfillment. But before that was reached, each exchanged places. The other reciprocated with like movements of flicking tongue and probing fingers, exactly as had been felt moments before, wanting to grant the same feverish high.

The heat was building to a boiling point when Rachel moved her body so that she scissored her legs between Emily’s with crotches meeting. She moved and gyrated until she felt the throbbing of the soon-to-come climax by them both. When that pleasure was finally met with explosive arching of their backs and screams of joy, they both lay back, panting from passion slaked, and slept.

In sleep came dreams. Both women moaned and moved as one, subconsciously fulfilling in sleep the desire which had been satisfied earlier in wakefulness, as Emily’s passions reawakened.

Continue reading from my Awakening of Emily series with She Saw Herself As a Nymph, a Seductress.

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