Of course, it was my sister. I was very busy trying to get my junk out of one hand, the lotion out of the other, and cover myself. In the end, I ended up on the floor in a tangle of bed clothes, and everything sort of hanging out. I was absolutely mortified that my sister had caught me, obviously jerking off to images of her, especially after we had agreed to some fairly strict rules that didn't explicitly prohibit what I was doing, but certainly seemed to frown on it.
It was her turn to comfort me: she helped me untangle from the bed clothes, got me back sitting on my bed, hugged me, and gently stroked my back. Unbelievably, she also put her hand on my thigh, and started moving North.
I was too scared to react, and I just watched. She was very tentative; you know three steps forward, two steps back. I could tell that she wanted to touch it, and I was desperate for her to touch it, but she just kept inching closer and closer, but then sometimes she would pull back. She touched the end of it, and it was obviously electric for both of us, but for different reasons. I had just been touched for the first time by someone other than myself, and I just moaned. She jerked her hand back like it had been burnt on a hot stove. But she came back for more and touched it again. This time she didn't jerk her hand away.
She wrapped her fingers around it, and just held it for a few moments. Then, ever so gently she started stroking back and forth. She looked at me with a questioning look as if to say "Am I doing it right?" I think that the look of pure ecstasy on my face told her everything that she needed to know.
It took a minute, OK maybe 10 seconds, for me to put the embarrassment out of my mind, and return to the present, but as soon as I did, I was in heaven. A real live female was stroking my penis, I was fast approaching climax, and boy did it feel great. When I came ropes of semen flew across the room; she just wiped her hands on a towel, and left the room without a word. The next morning, I was left wondering if I had dreamt the whole thing.
A couple of days later, Jen let me know that it was that time again. I eagerly gathered up the shaving stuff, and went to her room. When I went through the door, I damn near dropped everything; she was completely naked. Her breasts were perfect, about a handful, with light brown aureole that did a great job of setting off her wonderful nipples. My first set of tits, and were they gorgeous. Noticing the look on my fact, she matter-of-factly stated that she just wanted to completely relax, and didn't want clothes in the way. As with all the previous occasions, I had to be very careful. I took my time around her mons, being careful not to nick her clit, and continuously had to move her clit out of the way.
Next, I worked my way down the left and right side of her vulva, and as I pulled and stretched the skin, Jen really had trouble lying still. She was also moaning and almost grinding herself against my hand. When I got a warm towel, and cleaned her up, the grinding reached almost a fever pitch. I got the lotion, and began to spread it around, and, by the time that I was done, she was almost dancing.
I had done a little research, OK Dr. Google, and had learned that the modified diaper position was one way to facilitate shaving her butt. She was very reluctant at first, but with some encouragement, she grasped her knees, spread them apart, and pulled them up to her shoulders. This rocked her pelvis forward, totally exposed her buttocks, and delightfully exposed the area around her anus. It also, of course, really exposed everything else. Her pussy lips were gaping apart, and I was seeing parts of her that I had never seen.
Again, being very careful, I started gently scraping with the razor. Unlike before, this didn't require a lot of touching, pulling, or stretching because the area was wide open, on the other hand, it was wide open. It was wonderful: her pink eye was winking at me, and again, she was squirming to beat the band.
When I started with the lotion, it got even better; she was all over the bed. I mostly concentrated on the areas that I had shaved, but I also ran my fingers through her crack coming into contact with her anus, and it seems to be nibbling at my fingers. Since she seemed to enjoy the attention, and I sure liked giving it, I began to concentrate there. It seemed like she liked it when I applied a little pressure; that is if her moans counted for anything.
I was moving from her front to her back, back and forth, and she was lubricating, moaning, and dancing on my fingers. A virtual river of her cum was running down and over her asshole lubricating everything.
I guess that I applied a little too much pressure, because all at once, one of my fingers popped right into her ass about an inch. Rather than scream or complain, Jen moaned, her head shot up, all of the air was forced from her lungs, her ankles flexed, and her feet came up. I seemed like her whole body went into a spasm. I thought that her asshole was going to break my finger. Needless to say, I didn't know what to do. I pulled it right back out.
I guessed that she'd had enough, well maybe too much actually, because she pulled away from me, her legs came down, and she rolled over onto her stomach. I took that as my cue to leave the room, but before I left, I gave her a playful smack on the backside.
I was headed for the door when Jen sat up, and motioned for me to stand by the bed. She then gently and slowly removed my shorts. My underwear was next. She wrapped her fingers around my member and started gently stroking; her face was so close that I could feel her breath.
Between the triple stimulation of her hand and warm breath, and my unobstructed view of her tits and pussy, it didn't take long at all. When I came, the first few ropes landed on her face, breasts and down her stomach. When I was done, she have my dick a little kiss, and shooed me out of the room.
It occurred to me right then that this wasn't some accidental side effect of shaving, we had gone way beyond that, and I couldn't wait to see where else it went.
I swear that it started out innocently. He is my brother for crying out loud. When we were younger, we bathed together. I needed help, and he seemed like a logical choice. I had no idea that things were going to go where they went.
That first day, in the five minutes that it took Jeff to get to my room, I came to the conclusion 100 times that there was no way that I could even allow him to see me naked, let alone get up close and personal. You might wonder why I didn't go to my mother----our relationship just wasn't the type that would allow me to talk to her about my bush. So, anyway, I hadn't even started to undress, and had just thrown a pillow over my face in frustration when my brother walked in. Luckily he took charge.
When he unsnapped and unzipped my jeans I almost screamed STOP. I was mortified, scared, embarrassed, but most of all, having someone touch me "there" was absolutely exhilarating. Of course I had masturbated before, but nothing had ever felt like this. As he started pulling my pants down I desperately wanted to stop him, but couldn't. Eventually, I lifted my hips to facilitate the process.
After my pants came down, it was time for my underwear, and in that few seconds, at least a hundred times, I tried to chicken out. I was so scared that I couldn't get my mouth to move. So without any resistance at all, I allowed him to expose me completely. I had been dreading this more than anything, but to my surprise, when he slowly spread my legs apart, the absolute turn on of being completely exposed, along with the shame and embarrassment of enjoying it was overwhelming. Man, I was a mess.
When he started rubbing the shaving cream over 'that' area, I almost lost it. The scraping of the razer sent vibrations----of course all to one spot. When he shifted my mons to pull the skin taut, and it put pressure on my clit, I thought I was in heaven. I knew that from just inches away, he could see every inch of me. That thought alone was a powerful turn on, add to it the touching, and I know that I came at least twice. When he actually started moving things around so that he could shave me, it took all my will power to stay still----frankly, I'm not sure that I was 100% successful.
When he finished, I wanted more, but just couldn't admit it to myself, and even if I could, I didn't have the words available to tell him.
A week later, he shaved me a second time. I deliberately covered my face with a pillow, and I was in a little sun dress. The undressing part came a little easier, but the friction on my vulva when he pulled my panties down was wonderful. As he started to spread my legs, I was torn between snapping them back together, and calling the whole thing off; or allowing him to continue. My legs had a mind of their own, and without any conscious thought, they actually spread themselves apart.
Jeff was a perfect gentleman, but all the pushing, pulling, and scraping was absolutely driving me crazy. I tried my best to sit still, but probably wasn't very successful. Even worse, my pussy started lubricating, and lubricating a lot. A musky aroma filled the room, and I could feel dampness between my cheeks where the excess has leaked down. When my legs were spread apart at their widest, and Jeff was shaving in the vicinity of my vagina, I desperately wanted him to shove something in, it could be almost anything, I just wanted something in me.
When Jeff was done, I was incredibly close to my third orgasm, and was desperate for a little more help, and blurted out the only thing that came to mind: "Jeff, to keep me from itching, would you rub some lotion on?" Hell, I could do the lotion myself, but the feeling of him rubbing me there was just too yummy.
I don't know what possessed me to allow him to start doing my butt. I mean, that sounds just a little, OK maybe a lot weird, but he was done, and there was no other reason that I could think of to ask him to continue.
So, I asked him to shave my bum, rolled over, and just expected him to get started. Well, it turns out that he needed a little help, and I had to separate my butt cheeks. My face was crimson with embarrassment, but at the same time, it was deliciously naughty to have him gazing at my most private parts. I could feel my anus expanding and contracting of its own volition, and I couldn't stop it. I had another orgasm before he even touched me.
Jeff didn't know that the lotion was just a ploy to get him to continue manipulating my front. When he finished shaving me back there, out came the lotion, and it was weird, unbelievably naughty, and absolutely heavenly. If you've never had a lover massage your anus, you have no idea what you are missing, and, of course, I hadn't known until then.
Jeff did his best to hide his erections, and clearly they embarrassed him. I don't know what possessed me, but that day right after he left, I decided to go and have a talk with him. Mostly, I intended to put a stop to what we were doing. It was wonderful, but it was illegal, immoral, and just plain wrong. In my anxiety, I barged into his room, and there he was lotion in one hand, his thing in the other, and a horrified look on his face. In his efforts to cover himself, and hide what he was doing, he ended up in a heap on the floor.
I really felt badly, and in a most sisterly way, helped him up, and gave him a hug. But then I realized that sitting right next to me was a half-naked boy, and a pretty handsome boy at that. My hand, in a very unsisterly fashion, moved to his thigh, and then, as if it had a mind of its own, it started sliding towards his penis. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my hand under control. The first time that I actually touched it, I jerked my hand back like I had been shocked. But then my hand took charge and touched it again. This time I didn’t pull back. In all the excitement, he had started to soften, but as soon as my hand touched his thing, the hardness returned. It was my first time to touch an erection, and I was fascinated by the hot soft outer layer with the rock hard layer underneath. I couldn't help myself, I started stroking. Jeff must had really liked what I was doing, because he moaned once or twice, and then came all over the floor. I was so embarrassed, I just got up and left.
I spent the next several days trying to figure just what in the bloody hell I was doing. This had to stop, and stop right now. There was no way that I, the responsible one, could allow this to continue. I almost told Jeff that more than once, but I decided that if I never invited him back for another shave, it would stop naturally, and there would be no need to discuss it.
Besides, I was way too embarrassed to actually have a conversation about this. Of course those sentiments are easy when you've just had about 5 orgasms in the same day, and plenty of solo orgasms when the lights are out. However, after a few days without human touch, the craving returned, and returned in a major way.
I again asked for Jeff's help, and, of course, he agreed. Up until now, Jeff had always been the one to undress me, and I decided that had to stop. I had to grow up, and at least be a big enough girl to undress myself.
The problem was that on that day, I was wearing a robe with nothing underneath. So, when I removed the robe, I was completely naked. I was trying to find a shirt or something to cover up with when he walked into the room. I really needed to preserve some modesty, and really really wanted to find a cover. However, for more unexplained reasons, I just laid down, and let him go to work.
I was hornier than I had ever been, and it was obvious. I couldn't lie still, I was gushing, and when he was rubbing lotion on my front, I was squirming all over the place.
Then he told me of a new position that he wanted to try for shaving my backside. When he told me that he want me to grab my knees, and pull them wide apart, and all the way back, I almost fainted. There was no way that I was going to be that exposed, or was there.
I reasoned that he had already seen everything anyway, and the idea of being on display like that was certainly enticing, on the other hand I was going to be more exposed than I had ever been. Actually, I think that was the selling point, the total exposure!
He proceeded with his normal shaving routing, first he spread the shaving cream around, and with me in that wide open position, I was as turned on as I had ever been. Every touch was electric. Then there was the gentle scrape of the razor, followed up by him cleaning me up with a warm towel.
As he was spreading the lotion, one of his fingers came into contact with my starfish, and I let out a loud moan; damn it was wonderful. He started paying more and more attention to my rosebud, probably because I couldn't control the moan every time that he touched it. He was beginning to get a little aggressive, and even though there was a little pain, I loved it. Unexpectedly, at least for me, and I think for him as well, my asshole yielded to the pressure, and his finger sunk about an inch in my ass.
Time stood still. My god, the pain was incredible; it felt like a tree trunk had been shoved in. I gripped the sheets so hard that I'm surprised that they didn't rip, my toes curled, I turned my head bit my arm, and all but screamed. Fortunately, the arm biting turned the scream into something that sounded like a moan, and I was mortified to realize that I liked the pain. I mean really liked the pain.
Almost immediately, he pulled his finger out, and I was left with a hollow feeling and some residual pain, and some real questions. In that brief second, I remember thinking, 'What the FUCK is wrong with me?' I scooted away from him, and rolled over. Actually, I rolled over presenting my ass to him for some more play, but he seemed to not get the idea. Again, I just didn't have the words to tell him. He gave me what I sure he thought was a playful smack on my backside, but him being a boy, I'm sure he hit me harder than he intended, and the pain from that was electric.
In almost a trance, I sat up, motioned him closer, removed his shorts and underwear, and started to stroke him. I was completely naked, and he was turned so that when he came, he came all over me. I had come all over my boobs and stomach, and I loved it. I gave his thing a little kiss, and got my first taste of semen. It was so deliciously naughty that I wanted to taste more, but couldn't bring myself to do it with him in the room, so I sent him on his way.
When he was gone, I laid back, and spread his cum around my body. I loved the way it felt when I rubbed it into my nipples. Over and over again, I licked my fingers. Again, I asked myself, "What the FUCK is wrong with me?"
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