Michael Smith - Siblings

"I almost forgot! There's something else you need to do before you can wear that bikini."

"What?"

"This!" My sister spread her thighs slightly, bent her knees, and pushed her crotch forward to display her cropped pubic patch.

"If you don't trim it back, your hair will stick out the sides of your suit. Remember Mary Elizabeth's first dive in the tank suit she borrowed from her older sister? It looked like her pussy was drowning and trying to escape!" Both girls burst into peals of laughter. I wished I had been present at*that* practice.

Patty fluffed her large bush thoughtfully. Without being aware of it, she was becoming used to being naked around Alex, who always walked and behaved exactly the same way whether she was dressed or not. Especially when she knew she was safe at home, my sister had totally lost what other people might regard as modesty, and her unconcerned attitude toward bare skin sometimes rubbed off on other people.

"You really think I have too much hair down there?"

"Well, you don't have it shave it completely… although that*would* attract attention."

Patty looked momentarily alarmed before she realized that Alex was teasing her, and then she smiled prettily. "Well, I can trim it down at home."

"I thought you bought a Lady Something-or-Other electric because you kept nicking your legs? And I don't think your dad would appreciate finding pussy hairs in his shaving cream. Besides, an electric leaves a stubble; it really itches."

Patty looked baffled. "Embroidery scissors?"

"It's not just the length," Alex explained. "It's the width. You need a strip of bare skin on each side and underneath. Also, with that much hair, when it gets wet, it soaks up water like a sponge and it expands. Like in the shower?" She stroked her index fingers down her own newly-mown crotch. Patty watched in fascination and continued to pluck at her own bush.

Alex looked her solemnly in the eye. "I'd be happy to do it for you if you'd trust me to, Patty. I'll be very careful not to nick you. And if we do it here, your father won't ever know about it, right?" I held my breath. This was the crucial point in what I suspected Alex was planning.

"Uh, nobody's ever touched me there, except my doctor." She was talking mostly to herself.

"Patty, your gynecologist is a man and he practically shoves his whole fist up in you, doesn't he? Most of 'em do." Patty looked a bit dazed, but nodded.

"I'm a girl and I'm your friend, aren't I? Friends help each other out, especially with things you can't really go to your folks about. And I'll be very careful, I promise." Alex was speaking softly and soothingly, now, and I could tell Patty was allowing herself to be talked into this adventure.

"Well,.. I guess you're right. I guess I do have too much hair for a bikini. Besides," she added with a self-deprecating twinkle, "I don't think I could see what I was doing!" She spread her breasts apart with both hands and peered down between them. Her subconscious had come up with the perfect way of asserting her physical superiority to Alex in the one department she was absolutely sure of. She had even turned it into a sexy joke. Patty had definitely loosened up in the past hour.

"Okay, why don't you empty off that chair while I get the stuff?" Alex was all business now. The chair she waved at was an old wooden kitchen piece, straight-backed and armless, repainted bright yellow. It served as a seat, stepping stool, clothes rack, and especially as a gathering place for junk. Alex was keeping her friend occupied while she went next door to the bathroom.

I stepped back against the wall as Alex came out of her bedroom. Thirty seconds later she was back with her safety razor and a new blade, her needlework scissors and a small comb, and two bath towels – and my shaving mug and brush (I had ambitions). I pointed at the brush and nodded in approval. Alex pointed to her eye, which meant "Watch and see."

Patty was standing a bit nervously by the now-empty chair, fingering her pubic hair protectively. Her body language always spoke volumes and yet she remained unaware of it. Remaining naked herself, as another kind of supportive body language, Alex folded a towel and draped it neatly over the chair seat, and then adjusted the chair's angle so my view would be unimpeded.

"Would milady care to park it?" She made a theatrical flourish and Patty sat down with her knees and feet together and her hands in her lap. Alex knelt before her.

"Umm. Patty, dear – I have to be able to get to the work site," Alex explained gently and laid one hand lightly on the other girl's knee.

With Alex's quiet prompting, Patty finally got settled. She found herself scooted far forward on her coccyx with her pussy cantilevered over the front of the chair. Her knees were spread as wide as for any gynecologist and her heels were hooked over the rungs on the sides of the chair. To keep herself from sliding off, she had a grip on the chair's back slats above her shoulders, which also had the effect of lifting and pressing her breasts together.

I had wondered why Alex didn't simply have her lie on a towel on the bed. Now I knew why. The little blonde was vulnerable and wide open to the world; she looked like a pose from HUSTLER.

Working slowly and carefully, Alex untangled Patty's pubic hair with the comb and trimmed it down to shaving level. Then she quickly whipped up a mug full of suds and twirled the brush in it as she had seen me do. She slowly stropped the brush up and down between Patty's legs – not only on the sides of her crotch but vertically across her clit and downward below her cunt, almost to her asshole. There was quite a bit of hair in front of Patty's puckered little opening. Patty's eyes flickered closed and her lips began to twitch; she was feeling something but she wasn't going to admit it, not even to herself.

I watched in fascination as my sister slowly and carefully cleared a bare area on each side of Patty's half-open cunt; I suspected she could work a lot more rapidly if she cared to. She seemed to completely ignore the protruding clit that emerged from its sheath of its own volition.

Alex did very neat work, squaring the thick tangle into a neat, brush-like vertical hedge and shortening its length overall. She also managed to lean her forearms frequently on Patty's splayed knees and to drag her own nipples across the inner surfaces of Patty's thighs. Several times she moved her head in close – just being careful, you know – and opened her mouth wide, breathing warm air directly onto Patty's clit. She continued, meticulously shaving clean the entire area toward the back of Patty's crotch.

Finally, she wiped off the soap with the other towel, being sure the coarse material traveled the whole length of her friend's gaping cunt. She handed Patty a large hand mirror so she could view the result.

"Now we don't want you to get razor burn – happens a lot the first time you shave." She picked up a bottle of moisturizing cream from behind the chair, uncapped it, and dribbled a stream of the pale cream down both sides of Patty's crotch, and then down the sheath of her clit.

Patty gasped and her toes curled at the touch of the cool, thick liquid. Alex slowly spread the cream up and down the creases of her crotch and her exposed lips. She spread it evenly over the clitoral sheath. The covering hand moved back and Patty's clit, pinkish red and twitching involuntarily, emerged and grew.

Alex's forefinger lightly smoothed the cream down the center of the cunt before her, touching but not penetrating the opening, and continued to the satiny area between the bottom of her wide-open pussy and the darker, ridged opening below. Patty was holding her breath, and so was I, but Alex's finger stopped just short and lifted away.

The brush, Alex's careful but persistent manipulation of her labia, the friction of the towel, and finally the soothing cream had all done their work. Patty's breath was coming in erratic puffs as she gazed in amazement through half-closed eyes at her newly revealed crotch.