Rebecca and I went to the mall, and just did basic girl stuff all day.
That night as we were getting ready for bed, I was changing out of my shorts when, through my sheer panties, Rebecca got a good look at my red ass. My back was to her, so I didn't really know that she was looking until I heard her say, "OK girl, what gives?" I stalled, hemmed and hawed, and did everything to not tell her anything, but she was relentless.
She was a trainer for her school's basketball team, and she had noticed me favoring my backside all day, and assumed that I had a muscle strain. She offered a massage. Of course, the real problem was that my anus was sore, but I couldn't tell her that, so I told her part of the truth---that I had been spanked, and my butt was sore. Of course, I couldn't tell her the rest.
As a trainer she was accustomed to helping undress the person who needed attention, and she was a take-charge kind of girl. So before I could do anything, she had grabbed the waistband of my panties in the back, and pulled them down enough to see the damage. She let out a low whistle, and wondered out loud if some lotion would help. It really didn't hurt that bad, but the lotion sounded great.
I lay down on my stomach, and allowed Rebecca to pull my panties down to the top of my thighs, just barely uncovering my cheeks. Being an expert at this, she warmed the lotion in her hands, and started rubbing it in. Her hands were so soft, and her touch so gentle, that I relaxed completely; it was totally dreamy.
She noticed a little redness right in the crease where my legs met my butt, so she pulled my panties down just a little more so that she could get to that area. This pulled the gusset away from my pussy, and suddenly, what had been a very pleasant and relaxing massage took on a sexual overtone; she could see me 'there'.
When her fingers were in the crack between my legs and my ass, this was entirely too close to my vagina, and I started to lubricate. I wanted to yell "STOP" before she became aware of my arousal, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing came out. She returned to my ass, and at one point, a finger managed to trail between my cheeks. I couldn't help myself, I moaned.
Becca hadn't quite figured out what was going on yet, in part because she was so angry with my dad for administering this brutal spanking. She started ranting, in a low voice of course, wanting to know how a father could do this to his daughter.
It was obvious to her that the spanking had been administered to my totally naked ass, and that really pissed her off as well. She wondered where my mother was during all of this. She was so angry and preoccupied with her rant that her fingers were dancing all over my ass, and in the crack. I desperately needed for her to get busy, but the words just wouldn't come.
I finally got her to listen long enough to tell her that it wasn't my dad, and in answer to her next question, it wasn't my mom either. "Who then," she demanded? I buried my face in the pillow, and told her. Unfortunately, with my face in the pillow, she couldn't hear. She half forcibly turned me sideways so that she could hear, and I told her again.
After a lot of prodding, the story started to come out. I think that she was so shocked that she was having trouble processing the information. I told her about the shaving, the lotion, the bum shaving, more lotion, the hand job, the blow job, and the big one, being fucked in the ass. One hand continued to idly stroke my ass, while she held the other to her mouth in dismay. I could tell from the look on her face that what she really wanted to do was run from the room and find some sanity. She ranted some more, wondered if I was covering for my parents, and wanted to know what had gotten into me.
I was totally embarrassed, and this made her feel bad. She lay down next to me, and gave me a hug. This was a little awkward as I still had my panties down, and even after the tongue lashing, my pussy and ass wanted some attention.
Finally, she calmed down and admitted that she could really use some help with her bush, but NEVER EVER EVER would anyone spank her, or even touch her asshole. She wanted to know if I would help with the shaving thing. I had little or no experience other than being on the receiving end of the shave, and I told her this.
I told her that Jeff would probably be happy to accommodate, and that he had been a perfect gentleman the entire time. I had trouble convincing her that I had been the instigator of all that had followed. I rolled over and showed her my mons, and how smooth it was.
It was almost in a dreamlike state that she reached out, and actually touched me there. She not only touched me, she rubbed her hand back and forth feeling the smoothness. I was totally surprised to find myself really liking the touch even though it was from a girl. From the look on her face, I think that she was enjoying it as well, but before it could go any further, she realized what she was doing, and stopped. As much as I enjoyed being seen, I had no choice but to pull my panties up.
She admitted that she really wanted to be shaved, but couldn't wrap her head around the idea that her cousin Jeff, my brother, would be the one to do it. I knew that she was a trainer, and asked her if she ever got a close look, if you know what I mean, at one of the jocks that she took care of. She admitted that this occasionally happened, and finally under continued questioning, she admitted that sometimes she actually ended up working very close, if not directly on a private area. I managed to convince her that letting Jeff shave her was very similar.
The next day, her brother had some things to do that would keep him out of the house for a few hours, so we decided that was our opportunity. I just needed to get Jeff on board. We went to sleep---actually, she went to sleep, and when she was breathing deeply and evenly, I took care of myself. I would have gone to Jeff for relief, but Peter was in the room with him. In the morning, when we woke up, we were sort of curled up together cuddling, and her hand was resting lightly on my ass. Hmmmmm.
You would have thought that we were planning the siege of Rome. The rules were that we had to be in Jeff's bedroom (I didn't bother to ask why, but it turned out to be a really bad idea), she would only be naked from the waist down, no pictures, no telling, she wouldn't be the only naked person, and Jeff had to be dressed.
I had let her know that I had used a pillow over my eyes the first few times to lessen the embarrassment, and suggested that she might do the same thing. Unbeknownst to her, I had also suggested to Jeff that he wear sweats with nothing underneath. You'll understand why later. I had also suggested that allowing Jeff to undress her might make the process a little less embarrassing. She was unconvinced, but was willing to go along.
We went to Jeff's room, and all was in a state of preparedness. He had a bowl of hot water, a razor, shaving cream, lotion, and towels. Rebecca lay down, and promptly covered her face with a pillow; so far so good. Jeff gently went to the snap on her jeans, and her hands immediately came up for protection. He was such a gentleman; he very gently moved her hands aside, and held them for a few seconds while soothing her with his gentle tone explaining what he was going to do. When the zipper came down, I almost lost it knowing just how the vibration that close to her clit, was probably sending sparks flying. When he started to pull her pants down, again she grabbed them, and again, he gently stroked her forearms, while moving them aside. I was almost jealous. >>>>>>> Finally she was naked from the waist down.
Jeff tried to coax her legs apart, but she held them together like a vise, and wouldn't listen to reason. She knew that she had to 'spread em,' but just couldn't bring herself to do it. Jeff decided to start with the part that he could see, and then see where things went. The shaving cream went on her mons, and the razor started gently scraping, and I could see telltale signs that she was responding. After he was done with the mons, he got a towel wet with warm water, and started to wash the area. Her legs began to open up like the petals of a flower starting to bloom. They were clearly reluctant at first, but with just a little coaxing on her inner thighs, they reached their maximum spread, and she was completely on display. By now, I had juices running down my own legs, and I hadn't even been touched.
Jeff finished shaving the area between her legs, and cleaned her up thoroughly. When he was all done, he reached for the lotion, but I nudged him gently to let him know that I wanted to do the honors. My hands were much smoother than his, and my fingers were much smaller, so I was really afraid that she would detect the difference, and pitch a fit. With my first touch, she moaned, and started squirming. I rubbed lotion into her mons, between her legs, upper thighs, and paid a lot of attention to the area around her clit. She was almost dancing on my hand, and all pretense of just spreading lotion was completely lost.
I had promised Rebecca that Jeff would be a perfect gentleman, and he had, so I wanted to reward him. I had already decided on the reward; that was why I had told him to wear sweats with nothing underneath. I urged him closer with a jerk of my head. And when was within reach, I pulled his sweats down, and engulfed his member with my mouth. Not particularly satisfying for me, but I'm pretty sure that he was in heaven.
Jeff and Becks came at about the same time, and she was thrashing around so much that the pillow came off. Jeff was coming in my mouth, and she was coming on my fingers, and she had a questioning look on her face as she realized that I, another girl, was the one bringing her such pleasure. Suddenly, her eyes shifted slightly, looking over Jeff's shoulder, and I saw the look turn to pure horror.
The first thought that I had was that mom or dad was standing there. I turned from Jeff trying to wipe the come off my lips, as my entire life passed before my eyes, and there stood Peter. That started a mad scramble to cover up, and hide the evidence, but all to no avail. He had seen what he had seen, and you just can't un-see something like that. Rebecca and I ended up with bed clothes hastily covering our nakedness, while Jeff pulled up his sweats.
TO BE CONTINUED
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