Andrea looked into the living room at her younger brother. College was doing him a lot of good, she thought. She had always considered him good looking, but something about college was making him even more attractive. Perhaps it was confidence. Self assurance is always a turn on and it showed on him. He was obviously learning more than business at the university.
As she looked in, he finished up his writing and set all of his books aside. This was the opening she was waiting for. Walking in, she stood in front of him.
"Alan, I need your help with something," she stated firmly. She liked the way his eyes took in her whole body, encased in her favorite dress, with just a glance. The sparkle in his eye told her he liked what he saw.
"Sure thing, Sis, what do you need?"
"Well, you're good at shaving, but I always cut myself to shreds. I need you to help me shave so I'm nice and smooth."
She saw his eyes flick to her legs as they came out from under her dress. She coyly lifted her right heel, tensing the muscles in her leg. Smiling he looked back up at her.
"You want my help shaving your legs?"
"No, I want you to shave this," she said, lifting the front of her dress and showing him her pussy, covered in soft fuzz.
Alan's eyes grew to the size of saucers and his mouth dropped open. He couldn't believe his sister would show him her pussy! That didn't prevent him from taking a good, long look, however. He never thought he'd get the opportunity to see it up close, and was not going to pass it up now.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked up.
"Andrea, I'm your brother, you shouldn't be..."
"I know who you are. That's why I feel secure enough to do this. I'd never let anyone else do it. You're the only one I can trust."
Alan smiled to himself. He had often fantasized about shaving a woman, but never thought it would be his sister. As he thought about it he noticed she still hadn't put her dress down. He reached out and took it from her hands and let it drop. Taking her hand, he sat her down on the couch next to him.
"Are you sure, Andrea? Are you really sure?"
"Yes, I am. I really want to do this."
"Why?"
"Well, the truth is there's this guy I'm really hot for. I've been flirting with him but he doesn't seem to notice me. I figured if I could find a way to flash him my bare pussy, that would get his attention."
"I'm sure it would," he laughed. "Seriously, if you want to, I won't stop you, but isn't there another way?"
"Perhaps, but this is how I want to do it. Please, Alan?"
"Okay, okay. If you insist, but you do know this is weird, don't you?"
"I know, but if the end result works, I can live with it."
"Fine then, when do you want to do it?"
"No time like the present. Come on."
Standing up, she took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. While he got out all his supplies, she went and got a towel. When he was all set up, he looked at her and raised his eyebrows. Taking a deep breath, she reached back and unzipped her dress. Letting it fall to the floor, she stood there in front of her brother, completely nude. Again she saw him take in her whole body.
"My God Andrea, you have a gorgeous body. I don't think I've ever realized just how beautiful you are."
"Thanks, Bro," she said, hugging him. "That means a lot to me."
She could tell he was torn between enjoying the feel of a naked woman's body against him, and the fact that it was his sister. When she pulled away from him, she saw both a blush on his face, and a lump in his pants.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
He didn't say anything, just nodded his head. Slowly and deliberately, she opened her legs, placing one foot on the edge of the tub, watching him the whole time. His eyes never left her crotch. As she revealed more of herself to him, his grin got bigger. When she was in position, he finally looked up at her.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
He reached over and picked up a pair of scissors. Kneeling down, he trimmed her hair as short as he could. He then picked up a washcloth and rinsed it with very warm water. He held it to her skin and left it there for several moments, softening up the hairs. While waiting, he looked in her eyes. She gave him a very confident, reassuring smile.
Removing the washcloth, he picked up the shaving cream and dispensed a large handful. Glancing up briefly, he reached out and began to rub it on her. He worked it in thoroughly, her soft moans encouraging him to work the lather a little longer than was necessary. Finally, he finished and rinsed off his hands.
Picking up the razor, he used one hand to pull her skin taut while he drew the razor over it steadily. On the first swipe, he heard her take in a big gasp, but he gave her credit for staying completely still. As he progressed inward, she closed her eyes, afraid she would flinch if she watched. Slowly but steadily, he removed every last hair until she was smooth as silk. Wetting the washcloth again, he removed the last of the shaving cream.
When he had her cleaned up, she looked at him and said, "Make sure you got all the hair."
Not really needing another excuse to look at her, he knelt down again and examined her thoroughly with both his eyes and his fingers. While still down there, he looked up at her.
"Go ahead," she said excitedly, "I know you want to. Think of it as my payment for doing such a good job."
