Purification

The two sisters' hands rested on Phoebe with an almost hypnotic gentleness. One slowly undid the buttons of her blouse while the other slid her fingers under the hem of her skirt, brushing her skin with calculated precision.

The two sisters' fingers slid along her bare shoulders, making the fabric fall with a silky rustle. Phoebe shivered as the humid air of the steam room enveloped her skin, each bead of emerging sweat tracing a slow path down her spine.

One of the sisters folded her clothes better than she would have and put them in a chest, telling her,

• They'll be returned to you upon your return. Now let yourself go, relax. We're here for your pleasure. It's a moment of delight and purification.

The two sisters began to place kisses on her cheeks, lips, neck, breasts. It felt so good that Phoebe held back a moan of delight.

The two sisters' lips slid lower, burning against Phoebe's skin, while their expert hands traced slow circles on her stomach. One of them murmured against her hip,

"Let yourself go, sister... every shiver is an offering."

A shaky sigh escaped Phoebe's lips as the other sister's fingers moved up her thighs, barely touching the spot where the heat was intensifying.

They encouraged Phoebe to lie down on the floor, which was a little cool, but the surrounding warmth made it pleasant. One of the sisters began to anoint Phoebe with scented oils while the other continued to kiss her, caressing her erotically. Phoebe's senses were heightened.

The sister's fingers slid between Phoebe's thighs, drenched in warm oil, while the other leaned forward to capture a nipple between her lips with deliberate slowness. Phoebe felt her body slipping away from her, arching up, begging for kisses and caresses, a muffled moan escaping her as the sensations blurred—the coolness of the floor beneath her shoulder blades, the damp heat of the air, the teeth grazing her skin with cruel gentleness.

• You are a beautiful sister, Phoebe. Leave your shame behind; we can feel it. Awaken your sensuality. Give it to us. Expose your body to the world. We will help you abandon the puritanical patterns you've been taught.

They redoubled their gentleness and kisses; their caresses became exploratory and sensual; it was so good.

They redoubled their gentleness and kisses; their caresses became exploratory and sensual; it was so good. Phoebe felt the first sister's fingers sink deeper, tracing slow, deft circles, while the second held her hips against the floor, his lips trailing down her throbbing stomach. A shiver ran through her when a skillful tongue replaced the fingers, warm and insistent, while agile hands kneaded her breasts with a pressure that was both firm and delicate.

Phoebe's moans echoed beneath the vaulted ceiling of the hammam, mingling with the lapping of water on the hot stones. The sister's expert tongue traced increasingly insistent circles, while her fingers, slid into Phoebe's golden hair, prevented her from slipping away. The other sister, kneeling before her face, offered the pearly curve of her belly in silent invitation.

Phoebe opened her lips with trembling docility, letting her breath mingle with that of the sister leaning over her. A scent of incense and sea salt floated between their moist fears when her tongue finally brushed against the offered skin—soft as a damp petal, salty with sacred perspiration. The fingers buried in her hair tightened as a shiver ran through the body of the sister above her, whose hips lowered imperceptibly toward her hungry mouth.

the other sister, spread her thighs, her face disappeared between her thighs and Phoebe felt an experienced tongue, honoring her clitoris then her sex, it was so good, Phoebe's moans amplified, becoming panting sobs while the sister's tongue became more insistent, deeper, sliding with devilish skill between the folds of her burning sex. She felt her muscles contract, her fingers grip the smooth tiles of the hammam while a wave of pleasure rose, inexorable, burning away all thought, all restraint.