Grooming Advice

Here's a ridiculously implausible story for your reading pleasure. Hope you like it!

This is a work of fiction. All persons are 18 or older.

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Julie and her older brother, Jason, were only a year apart in age. They generally got along great. They were good friends, and always helped each other out. Being good looking and physically fit, they found each other attractive, but whatever sexual tension there was between them, neither of them let it turn into animosity.

They both had very limited experience with sex and dating because, unlike most of their peers, they weren't after sex for sex's sake. Both were virgins with a romantic nature and were waiting to fall in love before having sex with that special person. Yet, being teenagers and full of hormones, each of them looked at their fair share of computer porn, unbeknownst to the other.

Julie and Jason always gave each other advice and feedback about clothes and their personal styles. Julie always followed up her shopping trips by putting her new clothes on and showing them to Jason to get his opinion, to help weed out the keepers from the clothes that were just so-so. Jason would sometimes do the same, asking for Julie's opinion.

Julie just finished showing her brother the last of some outfits she bought earlier in the day.

"Thanks, Jason," she said. "You have great taste. I can always trust your opinion."

"No problem, glad to help as always," said Jason. "But why are you frowning, what's the matter?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. I was only thinking it's too bad I can't get your opinion on...certain other things," she said, looking at the floor.

Jason was surprised. "Of course you can! What do you mean?"

Julie felt shy but decided to go on and say what was on her mind. "I mean -- well, you know that us girls need to groom ourselves -- down there -- or else most of us wouldn't be able to wear swimsuits, right?" She actually had no problem with her bikini line but that sounded like a better reason than saying she wanted to be sure her pussy looked attractive to the right guy.

"Yeah, I know that," he said. "Oh. You mean you want advice about styling yourself down there?"

Well, yeah," she said. "What do you prefer in a girlfriend? Trimmed or completely shaved? What style of trimming?"

Jason reflected for a moment, then answered, "It's not that simple. It depends entirely on the girl. That's like asking me what hairstyle I would want my ideal girlfriend to have. It depends on the girl, because everyone's face is different, everyone's hair is different. What flatters one person could be very different from what flatters another person."

"And every girl's body is different, I get it," said Julie.

"Exactly," he said.

Julie sighed. "I guess I'll never get any good advice about styling myself down there, then."

Jason was determined to help his sister somehow. "Let's see, what about a gay guy pal?"

"No, I want the advice of someone who likes girls," she said. "Getting a gay guy's advice would be the same as getting a girlfriend's advice."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said. "Well, you could wait a few years. Maybe by then you'll have been through enough boyfriends to get some idea of the type of guy you prefer, and what that type of guy likes."

"Not funny," she said. "I don't want to wait for years, and I only trust

your

advice on style stuff, when it comes to getting a male opinion. You have a proven track record with me. But that can't happen, so I'm just going to have to do without the advice."

In truth, Julie's decision to trust Jason's opinion had just as much to do with the fact that she would love to have a boyfriend just like her brother as it had to do with their shared sense of personal style. She couldn't put her finger on just what it was, but for some reason she craved his approval above all others.

Jason thought some more for several seconds, and then made his decision. "You know what," he said, "it's not a big deal, just take your clothes off and I'll give you my opinion."

Julie's blue eyes widened in surprise. "I can't do that! I can't believe you would even suggest that! Please tell me you're kidding."

"No, I'm serious," he said. "Think about it: What other guy can give you this type of advice? A guy whose opinion you trust. A heterosexual guy. One with no ulterior motive. A brother is exactly what you need. You need me, no one else will do, I see that now. So I'll do it. Stop freaking out -- let's not make a big deal out of it."

Julie stared at him for several seconds. She could see that he was sincerely offering to help solve her problem. She said, "I can see that you have a point, but that still seems batshit crazy to me."

"Okay, suit yourself," he said. "My offer stands if you change your mind." He started tidying up his room and Julie left, glad to be done with what turned out to be a strange conversation.

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A couple weeks passed, life went on, and Jason completely forgot about the issue, certain that the idea really was preposterous. Julie had not forgotten, though she had not made any decision about it. Home from another summer shopping trip, she stood at the door to her brother's room again, which was ajar, and knocked. "Can I get your opinion on some new clothes?" She asked, entering the room wearing a multi-colored bikini with purple ties and a matching wrap.

Jason was happy to help. He always enjoyed what he thought of as his sister's fashion shows. He appreciated the way she looked; she was truly beautiful. She was petite and had a toned musculature with just enough body fat to look soft and feminine.

He rose from his bed, turned the TV off and sat across from her in his desk chair, his back to the desk.

"Sure," he said. "Nice wrap, it matches the swimsuit so well."

"I know, right? What about the top? And the bottoms?"

Julie took the wrap off and tossed it onto Jason's bed, which stood between them off to one side, and waited for him to look her over.

Jason looked at his sister, taking in the overall effect. It was a traditional string bikini. The bottoms were low cut and tied at the hips, like bikinis from the 1970s.

Next, he scanned her from head to toe. He noticed the wavy, ash blonde hair that framed her pretty face; the way the purple ties of the top traveled over her collarbones on their journey to the back of her delicate neck; the swell of her small, perky breasts pushing against the pinkish triangles of cloth; her flat tummy, with that tantalizing skin below her belly; the way the bikini bottoms bulged slightly due to the pubic hair contained within; and the contrast the mostly pink bikini bottoms made against the lightly tanned skin of her shapely thighs.

"This may be the best swimsuit you've ever shown me," said Jason.

Julie's smile grew bigger. She turned around slowly, then stopped with her back facing him. She twisted around and turned her head to see his eyes scanning her up and down.

Jason noticed his sister's shoulder blades as she pulled her hair forward over her shoulder. His eyes traveled down her back and over her thin waist, her hips and finally her cute butt, which was tastefully covered by the bikini. He checked out her fit legs as an afterthought.

He loved every inch of his sister, head to toe, in a selfish way that brothers shouldn't. To him, she was unreasonably lovely, inside and out, but he could never let her know that. He really did love her properly and would never do anything to hurt her feelings if he could help it. He knew he could stick to the truth about the reaction she evoked in him without revealing too much and making her uncomfortable. Finally he spoke: "The color sets off your tan really well. That's a keeper."

Julie secretly loved getting compliments from her brother. She had a habit of recalling and savoring them when she was alone in her room.

"Okay then. Be right back," she said, smiling. She grabbed the wrap from the bed and left his room, leaving the door open. This was their standard routine, though it wasn't usually swimwear that she modeled for his opinion.

Julie changed into another swimsuit/wrap combination and returned to Jason's room. He watched her enter.

"I like the matching wraps you're getting," he said. "Let's see the bathing suit."

She removed the wrap, throwing it onto the bed, gave him a pose or two, then did a slow three hundred and sixty degree turn, showing him the view from all angles. She could tell from the expression on his face that he liked what he saw.

She wore a bikini with a medium blue paisley print. The top was laced together between her breasts, and had matching spaghetti straps that tied at the back of the neck. The bottoms were low cut and had matching ties at the hips.

"This is better than the last one," said Jason. "The blue is just the right shade for your skin, whether or not you have a tan. The last swimsuit will only look its best when you have a tan. I like the cut of this one a bit better also. The lacing is really nice." He noticed his eyes were ogling the exposed skin between her breasts and stopped, looking at her face instead.

"Okay, be right back, I have one more," said Julie, and, happy as a clam, she picked up the wrap and went to her room again.

Minutes later Julie was back in another swimsuit, but no wrap. "This one has a few skirt choices to go with it, and it doesn't need a wrap, as you can see. What do you think?" She repeated the pose and turn.

This set was sea-green, dotted with light purple stars, and had white trim. The bottom was low cut, hugging her hips. The upper half of the top looked like a one-piece, with white spaghetti straps that tied around the neck. The lower half of the top looked like a tight fitting tee shirt. It covered her navel, stopping a couple inches above the bikini bottoms, allowing for a tantalizing strip of flat tummy to show.

"Well?" said Julie, looking at her brother examining her, a small smile on her face. She looked good and she knew it.

"This covers you more than the others, but it's still better than them," said Jason. "The color is perfect for you. It makes your skin look...well...delicious."

"Jason!" she whined, surprised at her brother's use of such a sensual word to describe her. She looked down at her body, blushing furiously.

"Relax, Jules, I was only being honest," said Jason. "That's what you want, the honest opinion of a guy, right?"

"Yes...," said Julie, looking at her brother again. "I suppose you're right."

"Anyway," he said, "you've never looked better. I could look at you all day long, dressed like that."

Julie punched her brother in the arm, smiling, and found herself sitting next to him on his bed with the TV remote in her hand, channel surfing. "I should be leaving the room," she thought to herself. "Why am I staying here in my brother's room? I'm acting like an 12 year old with a crush, for goodness sake! I guess I really am a sucker for his compliments, I can't get enough." She tried to pay attention to the TV, but the thought, "he thinks my skin looks delicious" repeatedly ran through her head.

In that moment Julie made up her mind about something she'd been on the fence about for a while now. "Jason, remember how you told me you'd help me with styling myself...down there? I decided I

do

want your help with that."

"Okay, sure," he said. "Just let me know whenever you want to do it." Privately, Jason was in a state of disbelief, but he kept his cool.

"How about now?" Julie heard herself say.

"Okay," he said, and he got up, went to the door and locked it shut, then went back to his desk chair. "I know Mom and Dad aren't around," he said, "but just in case -- can you imagine having to explain? Go ahead and remove the bikini bottoms." He turned the TV off and sat there, waiting patiently, as if the request was nothing out of the ordinary. He felt as if he would start shaking, and he was relieved to find that he didn't.

Julie got off the bed, went back to the other end of the room and stood, facing her brother. Looking down at herself, she grabbed her bikini bottoms by the sides and paused. She sighed once, then, resolved, pulled them down and stepped out of them. This felt surreal, like a dream. She had the distinct feeling that she just crossed a line that a brother and sister should never cross. She felt herself blushing again and didn't look up at her brother, but just stood there and said, "Well, what do you think?"

Jason stared at his half naked sister's body, trying to keep the excitement from showing on his face. He was still attempting to wrap his head around the reality of the situation. His beautiful, lovely sister had never looked better, dressed in this swimsuit, and she just stripped her bottoms off, right in front of him!

Every day Jason spent at the beach was always followed by fantasies of hooking up with a girl there, bringing her to his room and having sex. A key part of that fantasy was recalling the beautiful, sexy bodies of the bikini clad girls he saw that day and imagining them in his room, taking their sexy bikinis off and revealing what they were hiding, bridging that gap between public decency and private sexuality.

And here was Julie, his adorable, innocent sister, in his room, having just taken her bikini bottoms off, exposing her own incredibly beautiful naked body! Well, half of it. He knew that he couldn't hide his excitement from her -- the biggest erection he ever had was straining against his shorts. He was sure it was unmistakeable to her.

"The edges are trimmed to a good shape," Jason began, staring at his sister's brown bush, nestled between her toned legs. "Either that, or you haven't trimmed the edges at all, and you're genetically blessed with hair that stops at the right places. I recommend that you trim the thickness down so there's less bulging under your bikini bottoms. I can't tell whether or not you would look better shaved or with more trimming yet, because I can't see enough of you yet. Your hair is too thick to see the color of your skin down where -- where it matters. Go ahead and sit on the bed so I can get a better look."

Julie took a couple of steps to the bed and thought about the obvious bulge in her brother's shorts. "Oh my god," she thought, "he really does like looking at me. He was being sincere with his compliments. He thinks I'm delicious; does that mean he wants to taste my skin? To kiss my body?" She laid back, butt on the edge of the mattress, propped up on her elbows, legs together, feet on the floor.

"Ummm, I could see you better when you were standing," said Jason.

Julie spread her legs wide apart, keeping her legs straight and her feet touching the floor.

Jason got out of the chair, wheeled it under the desk and knelt on the floor between his sister's legs. Julie was wet, and she wondered if her brother could see evidence of the fact through her thick mound of hair. "Could you move some of your hair to the side a bit?" said Jason. "I want to see the color of your skin in several places."

Julie had no idea what he wanted her to do with her pubic hair, and she felt as if she would be masturbating if she started touching herself. "It's okay, just move it yourself -- I have no idea how you want me to move it," she said.

Jason moved closer, put his left hand on Julie's hip and rested his forearm on her thigh. His face was directly over her mound now, no more than a foot above. They were both secretly thrilled at the touch, which was strangely familiar on the one hand, yet so new, so sensual, so forbidden, on the other. It felt like they crossed another line that a brother and sister should never cross -- a big one. Each of them was determined to hide their excitement from the other.

Jason laid his right arm on her other hip and thigh and looked at her mound intently. The fingers of his right hand pressed the hair down softly at the top of her bikini line and smeared it outwards, to her left, rubbing against her hairy skin in the process.

"Fuck, that feels good," thought Julie. "I didn't realize he would be touching my skin."

Jason's eyes followed his hand as he took in the sight of his sister's skin, which revealed itself as he pulled her hair aside. He knew he would remember the look and feel of her mound under his fingers forever. This was the most erotic experience of his life.

They were both acutely aware of each other's excited breathing, and they avoided acknowledging it, in tacit agreement. Feeling Jason's breath on her mound, Julie felt her vulva get significantly wetter and her clitoris distend. She was riveted at the sight of her brother getting intimately acquainted with her sex. Jason didn't dare look up at his sister, fearing that looking into her eyes would be understood as an acknowledgement that this was now, simultaneously, an intimate favor and a blatantly sexual encounter, and that she would put an end to it forever.

"I can see now that you don't shave your bikini line at all, at least not at the top," said Jason. His fingers kept repeating the same motion over her hair covered skin, moving slightly lower each time, still staring intently, never taking his eyes away from what he was doing.

"That's right," said Julie. She knew her brother was only doing what she asked him to do, but she almost felt as if this were some kinky type of foreplay. She was incredibly turned on. She realized that she may just let her brother do anything he wanted. She was fairly certain he wouldn't do anything vastly inappropriate, but she remembered seeing the bulge of his erection and she wasn't completely sure. The idea that there was a chance he would do something crazy thrilled her.

Jason's fingers reached the delicate skin at the top of her cleft, hesitated for the briefest moment, then continued across. Julie's body was begging for more.

"I can't see any further -- you need to change your position a bit," he said. "Scoot back just enough to bend your legs and rest your feet on the edge of the mattress, against each other." He removed his hands and arms but didn't look up at Julie -- he just waited expectantly.

Julie felt a thrill as she scooted back, bent her legs and spread them wide, planting her feet the way she was told. "Yes," she thought, "I'm going to do anything he wants me to, and I'm going to let him do anything he wants to me." She knew her wet pussy was on display now. He had to see just how excited she was. She propped herself up on her elbows again to see what would happen next.

Jason put his left arm under Julie's right thigh, almost to the shoulder. He wrapped his arm back over the top of her thigh, holding her inner thigh with his hand. His face was mere inches from her completely exposed sex. Julie was almost sure she would see his head dip down to taste her pussy any moment now. No two people ever got into this position to do anything else.

Jason saw how flushed and wet Julie's pussy was now, even though those delicate folds were barely exposed through the thin gap between her outer labia. He wasn't sure he could keep talking. This was another scene right out of his beach girl fantasy. Here was a truly perfect pussy, right in his face, looking like it was eagerly waiting for him to dive in and lick to his heart's content. And it was Julie, his beautiful, lovely, sexy sister.

He did his best to behave himself though. He loved his sister and wouldn't ruin their relationship for anything. He continued his inspection of the skin to the right of her cleft, pressing the hair down against her skin and pulling it to the right, towards her thigh. He watched her clitoris and its hood become more exposed as his fingers pulled her outer lip towards her thigh.

Jason repeated the motion again and again, lower each time, using his fingers to press Julie's hair down flat, and watching as each subsequent pull of her skin spread her thoroughly wet pussy ever more open to his view. The petals of her small, wet inner lips revealed themselves, followed by the wet opening of her vagina. He watched the secretion drip out of her vagina and come to rest on her anus.