Good deeds are seldom performed for personal gain or selfish reasons. People do good deeds in order to help others, and reap only the satisfaction that the other person is better off. Sometimes, however, these two notions can meet, creating the word "opportunity." For me, I began to understand how the twain shall meet during one nondescript, still summer evening at home. I was in my late teens, and, my older sister, while just beginning her new tax accountant job, had yet to find a suitable apartment, so, she was, at least for now, living at home as well. Deb was fresh out of college, about 22 years old, and, long the object of my sexual energy. She knew this, and, from time to time, played along and sex-teased me with her body, comments, and other actions designed to get a physical rise out of her younger brother.
It began during the daytime. My sister came home from her new job a little early, with company-issued laptop and training manual in tow. Steadfastly, she went to work in her room, as evidenced by the constant tap-tap-tapping of her french-manicured nails on the keyboard. I made sure she took a few brief breaks by interrupting her numerous time for mundane reasons; The real reason was, she had changed into a pair of pink cotton shorts (a relic from her freshman year in college, I think), which tended to ride way up on her legs and define her ass very well. Additionally, it was certainly no secret to her that, besides having an affinity for her long nails and buxom chest, I had a thing for her kitten-smooth legs. She took a brief break to eat, and, I did the same. Getting back to her laptop, she became near-hysterical when she found that none of her work had been saved. "AHH! Three hours down the damn drain!" and "It's not here!! What the hell happened?"
Knowing she needed this for the next morning, and, also knowing it was an easy problem to solve, I told her I would help. Within a few minutes, I had her work saved, and, she was quite relieved. "Holy shit, do I owe you for this!" she piped up, "I mean it...This would have put me in deep crap if I lost it."
"Well," I posed to her, now getting wild ideas in my head, "I know nobody's going to be around tonight, at least until after midnight, if that," I said to her, with a hint of play in my eye. "So?" she answered. "So, Deb, here's what I want...I've always wanted to, just once, shave your legs for you..Can I do it?" Sitting on her bed, crossing her legs back and forth and running her sleek hands over them, she replied that she "found that to be an odd request," and that she'd have to think about it. "You're still attracted to me that way, J?" she asked, to my answer in the affirmative.
Gazing up at me with her lovely brown eyes, still with some blue shadow on them, she nods her head and states "Ok..You got it. But, that's it. And be careful. Don't be nicking me up in any sensitive areas!" Excited, I tell her to meet me in the bathroom. Standing by her bedroom door, I playfully rolled her shorts up slightly further, causing her to laugh and respond "hey, now.....don't be grabbin' my ass." Once in the bathroom, I sit her down on a chair I had obtained from a desk, and began to spread the shaving gel up and down her legs. Initially, this was fast-paced, but then, I decided to have fun with it and her by slowing down, really taking in her shapely gams and inching closer to her crotch. "Stretch out," I told her, "And, move them over a little" (meaning: spread 'em). Giggling, my sister complied, and chided me to "stop feeling her up and shave her darn legs already."
Placing the double-bladed women's razor on her left, front thigh, I began to shave her already smooth legs, inch by inch, trying hard to control myself being this close to her creamy thighs and cunt region. Maneuvering the razor in slow motions down her thigh and onto her shin, I realized I hadn't done the inside of the thigh, right smack-dab in the middle of her crotch. "Uh, Deb.." I said to her, "It's kinda hard to get the whole thigh here..I'm gonna have to move the shorts up some more." Laughing, but, containing herself, my sister flipped the shorts leg up some more, exposing the ending of her pussy hair through her panties. "Like thaaat??" she joked, "Does that make it...Less hard, or more hard??" Deb knew what she was doing to me all along. Continuing with the shaving, I finish up her left leg, and give it a good, long feel with both hands. "Ever get them this smooth, D?" I ask her. "Actually, no...You're doing a great job, especially since I know you got a stiff dick from this!"
Now blatantly obvious, I pointed downward to my hardened cock, and simply joked, in a lower-voiced tone, that "See what you do to me?" Proceeding with the other leg, I now had the freedom to contort and twist her lower body, in part to make the shaving easier, in part to lay my hands on her more and feel her up. Both were approved. My left hand had found it's way back to her finished, shaved leg, engaging in a mix of exploration and molestation. Deb stopped me just short of fingering her underneath her shorts, but, I could still pick up her slight sighs when I was caressing her inner thigh and feeling her pussy through and inside of her shorts.
This was morphing into a hot sexual experience for us both. 'Hey, Debs.." I queried her, "Admit it....You knew all the time when I would come in at night and feel your body and hot legs, right?" Leaning back, tossing her tits skyward as I went about shaving her right leg and inner thigh area, my sister gave a nod and two-worded answer: "Mmmm-Hmmmm." Further emboldened due to getting away with it (very very often, mind you), I then questioned why she never approached the subject with me or the parents. "I liked the attention...I liked your touch...It was, whether you know it or not, very sensual." Had it not been for holding a razor in my hand, I would have hit the floor.
Finishing up the shaving job, followed by some steamy, silent and deep-stare leg caressing of my sister, I asked her to, just once, put on her high heels and leave the shorts on, so I could "see my work in action." Retreating to her closet, Debs pulled out a pair of black, very high heels, and placed them onto her feet. Walking down the hallway, I could feel the smoothness of the legs I was gazing at. Her walk had a side-shimmy to it, such that her ass was almost being tossed violently from side to side. "There...How's that?," she asked, now posing at the end of the hallway. "Fan-freaking-Tastic," I replied, adding that "the only thing that would make it better would be...," and, before I finished, her shirt was off, revealing only her lacy bra. "YES!" I exclaimed, approaching her for a light attack of her body and tits. Deb allowed me several dive-bombs into her chest, as well as my sneaky hand plummeting into the back of her shorts, feeling her ass with hard squeezes. She would jump at one or two particularly hard ones.
"OK, D, I have an idea..." I said, to her curious questioning. "I dare you to run outside, like that, right now, and stand in the street until a car comes by."
"Wait...Just in my shorts, bra, and these heels?" she asks, almost in disbelief. "No way...In here with you is one thing, but, not out there," she answered. Still, I knew there had to be a way to get her to do it, to show her body off. "C'mon, Debs..." I schmoozed to her, feeling her soft tummy. "Only until a car comes by..One car, that's it." Trying to bargain with me, she said she'd do it if she could put her shirt back on, even tie it up, or, take off her bra and jump up and down with her shirt on.. I held out for what I wanted. "Nope, sweet Debs..," I joked, "I want to be the one who shows you off..Like that, or, I easily remove your saved stuff on the laptop."
