Bradley was busy showering when to his surprise Heather opened the shower door. Heather stood outside in her white bathrobe admiring Bradley's wet body. "Too bad you can't compete by swimming in the nude you would win all the time," she commented causing Bradley to blush. "Really Brad, after what we just did you are bashful now. Here take this stuff and shave your legs before you come into my bedroom," she spoke giving him her razor and shaving cream. "Are you serious..., you want me to shave my legs?" he asked with a puzzled expression. "If you want to continue what we started, you will do as I say," she replied sternly.
Bradley took the items as Heather closed the door. He felt a bit flustered as he stopped the flow of water. He applied the cream smoothing it over his tan right leg. The razor started to remove the hair as he contemplated putting an end to his aunt's demands. The intrigue of being able to eventually, have his fantasies played out with him in control, motivated him to continue shaving. Slowly he began shaving the hair from his left leg. Bradley began to enjoy the smoothness of his skin as he passed the razor over it. Bradley resigned to his aunt's wishes and soon finished the task. He slowly felt his legs for any spots he might have missed. Bradley set the items on the shelf in the shower. He turned on the water once more to finish.
Bradley stepped from the shower when done grabbing a white towel from the rack next to him. Standing on the blue bathmat he started to dry off. Bradley dried his hair last, as he walked to the sink looking in the large mirror over it. He looked down in the mirror at his young tan hairless legs. Bradley couldn't believe the emotions he felt looking at his now hairless legs. His eyes kept looking him over causing a certain well-known excitement. It was that certain way his groin reacted to his eyeing his naked image. This time it was more sudden drawn out by the sight of his smooth legs. Bradley didn't want to go there again so soon, so he quickly dried his hair.
Bradley entered Heather's bedroom in his blue robe after putting the sheets in the wash. He left the pantyhose soaking in the bathroom sink to finish later. Noticing Heather sitting on her bed in her robe as he walked into her bedroom, Bradley stepped in front of her. "Take off your robe and let me see those legs young man," she spoke smiling as he walked over to her. Bradley tossed the robe on the bed and stood in front of her naked. Heather reached out and ran her right hand over each of his legs. He felt the warmth of her hand as she went over his now shaved skin. Silently he looked on as she reached behind him. Heather slowly ran her hands over his ass as she looked at his legs. He looked down as her eyes started taking a tour of his whole body. "You did a good job the first time shaving I must admit Brad. I am glad..., it won't be difficult for you to continue the routine. Good job now take these sheer tan hose and put them on," she said taking them from the bed next to her.
Bradley sat on her right side, his manhood still behaving itself. Still being silent he pulled them over his right leg slowly, as Heather looked on. "You do have great legs to go with that firm body of yours," Heather said causing him to blush once again. Bradley had both legs started inside the hose as Heather placed her hand on his left shoulder. Speaking softly she told him, "Young man by the time summer is half over, I don't expect to see that blushing face again, remember that."
Bradley had his legs encased as he stood to pull up the rest of the pantyhose. "Stop let me do that, turn around," Heather told Bradley as she grabbed the waistband. Slowly she pulled, tugging the pantyhose upwards looking at his firm ass. Heather pulled the pantyhose in place, looking harder at his firm round rear she smiled telling him, "Ok Brad have a seat next to me and let me clear things up a bit for you before we proceed." Sitting down, Bradley looked at Heather as she spoke softly once again, "Brad I am so sorry for any mental or emotional confusion I might have caused you today. I admit things went so fast they got away from me. I have longed for the opportunity to explore my many fantasies. I fear you might think I took advantage of your situation without regard for you. I hope if you feel that way you will forgive me?" she said smiling at her nephew.
Bradley smiled back replying, "I admit, I still wonder why you are doing all these things. I know we have a closeness between us. I just never expected you to act the way you did..., especially the last part when you got me off. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it very much but at the same time my concerns are still there. I am worried we might lose our friendship, and love for each other if things get out of hand. I am not sure where you are going with this or even why you started in the first place."
"That's what I want to explain. I am so glad you told me how you feel. Believe it or not Brad, I had a hard time with my sexuality in college. Many of my male friends liked me but in a sisterly way. I never understood why no sexual chemistry came about. I soon found out it was some of my ex female friends that were spreading the rumor, I was a lesbian only. The fact is sort of funny since I did experiment sexually with girls, I liked sex with girls, but that was high school hundreds of miles away. I fought hard to clean that perception up without becoming the easy girl on campus while doing so." Heather told him as he looked at her face. Bradley had replaced his curious look at the I like girls too remark, with one of caring at the pain caused by her ex-friends. He looked in her eyes as she continued to explain her actions.
"It was maybe two months after I had my reputation repaired when I met Brett. I found him charming, and we dated hitting it off with a physical attraction added as a bonus. I had been with him for a month when I finally thought we would have sex. We kissed and soon were undressing each other. I found myself naked and looking at him as he stood in front of me. Suddenly he broke into a rage slapping me knocking me to the floor. He called me a fucking whore as he grabbed his belt out of his trousers and slapped my breasts first, followed by my whole body. I figured he was either going to rape me, kill me, or both. I screamed the whole time hoping someone would hear me. I to this day don't know why he did not gag me or choke me. It might have been the sad fact that he had an addiction to psychotic drugs. It was so well hidden no one knew until after the incident that night. Thank God, the guys in the apartment next door broke in and stopped him." Heather told him as she looked towards the floor.