By sub01

I followed my sister into the bathroom, nearly beside myself with anticipation.  In the privacy of the bathroom I moved to shut the door behind us, but Mary stopped me with a shy smile.  "Carol didn't give us permission to close the door," she told me.  She moved closer to me and for a moment I thought (hoped!) that she was going to kiss me.  But instead she smiled and reached for the buttons on my shirt.

She undid my shirt slowly, as if she wanted to tease me.  It worked.  By the time the front of my shirt sagged open I was desperate for her to touch me.  If only she would move her hands a little lower and touch my cock!  I was still erect, my cock sticking out the front of my trousers just like Carol had left me.  But Mary obediently paid my erection no attention.  She coaxed my shirt off me, then took the bottom of my undershirt and pulled it slowly up my body.  As she did this her fingernails raked lightly up my sides.  Whether the teasing was intentional or not, it inspired in me a shudder of lust.

"Hands over your head, little brother," Mary told me with a smile.  I did as she asked and she pulled my undershirt off.  I thought I saw a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"Oooh, you're a lot hairier than the last time we were together."

Mary ran her fingers over my hairy chest for a moment, exploring, teasing.  She circled my left nipple with a single fingertip.  Then she slipped her hand lower, down my belly and past my navel.  Again she stopped just short of touching my erection.  Instead of addressing my obvious need she unbuttoned my pants.  Her movements were so natural and easy as she urged my pants down, so unlike the awkward encounters of our youth.  There was no hesitation, no embarrassment, no what-do-I-do-next?  Mary knelt as she worked my pants down past my knees.  As she helped me step out of my pants she looked up at me and smiled sexily.  God how I wanted her.

My erection was still sticking out the front panel of my underwear, as Carol had left me.  Mary would surely have to touch me now, to get me out of my briefs.  I was right.  As I held my breath Mary reached for the waist of my briefs with one hand and my cock with the other.  Her slender fingers encircled my erection, lifting and guiding gently as she eased my underwear down.  She coaxed my stiffness back through the opening in the underwear, and then to my dismay she let go of my cock and let it sway free, abandoning it as Carol would no doubt insist.  I groaned inwardly with frustration.

When finally I stood naked, my shirts and pants and underwear in a pile at my feet, I expected Mary to rise.  I think she was about to, too.  But she hesitated, and then she leaned forward and kissed me gently on my belly.  Then lower.  Her hot breath caressed my stiff cock.  Looking up at me, her smile gone, she moved down and suddenly licked straight up the underside of my erection, from my balls right up to the tortured crown.  I stiffened and gasped.

"Ohhh, god!"  I needed desperately for more, to feel her mouth on my cock properly, but now she smiled again with amusement.

"Did you like that?"

I nodded that I did.  "God, yes!  Please Mary, put your mouth on me!  Just a little."

She giggled, as if this were all a fun tease.  "Sorry Brian, but you know what Carol said."  She rose, and for a moment we stood so close that her nipples brushed my chest.  Then Mary turned and moved to the shower.  I stood frozen, following her with my eyes, admiring her nakedness as she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.  She looked so sexy, so inviting even now that she was approaching middle age.  She was so pleasantly plump, her backside so shapely, her bottom cheeks so full.  Mary had matured gracefully and sexily, unlike so many of the women our age that I knew.

As Mary moved beneath the spray it seemed as if for a moment I was back in my youth, stealing a peak at my sister in the shower.  Now, though, I didn't need to worry about being caught watching.  I played voyeur for a moment longer and then joined Mary in the shower, pulling the shower door closed behind us.  I was erect and horribly aroused.  I moved up against Mary from behind, touching her glistening wet skin gently.  It felt almost electric to touch her so intimately.  Her skin felt so soft, so sensuous.  I couldn't help myself.  I pressed myself against Mary's backside, my cock pressing between her bottom cheeks, and reached around to hug her.  I held her under the hot spray of water as if we were lovers, not brother and sister.  When I tightened my embrace and moved one hand higher to just below her breasts Mary sighed and leaned her head back to rest on my shoulder.

"Oh Brian..."

She didn't complete her thought.  She didn't need to.  I felt the same way.  I bent down and kissed the base of her neck.  There was no more pretense, no more caution after so many years apart.  I kissed her again and Mary brought her hands up and slipped her fingers into my hair, clutching me gently.  I needed more.  I moved one hand higher to cup a breast.  Mary's breasts were the perfect size, and now her shapely breast fit perfectly in my hand.  With my other hand I moved lower, teasing my fingers down over her gently rounded belly.  Then lower still, searching for the perfectly shaven little ‘V' between her legs.

When I found Mary's pussy with my fingers she jolted back to reality.  "Oh God, Brian!  We can't do this!"  She pulled away quickly, though I could tell it was with reluctance.    I didn't press any further.  I wanted to, but I knew as well as Mary did that if Carol caught us fooling around again without permission we would forsake any chance we had of being together tonight.

As I stood relaxing under the hot spray of water Mary gathered the items for my shaving: a can of shaving cream and a pink ladies' razor.  Mary laughed when she saw the look on my face.  "What's the matter Brian?  Not manly enough for you?"

I didn't answer.  The whole idea of being shaven was new to me, and having it done with a pink ladies' razor seemed somehow humiliating.  But since it was Mary who would be doing the shaving I didn't protest.  Any excuse to have her hands on me was welcome, even if it meant a little embarrassment!

I stood obediently still as Mary applied the shaving cream to my chest and arms, my back, then down lower on my legs.  Her soft, teasing touch was maddening, like a tormenting massage as she made sure every inch of my body from my neck down was covered with shaving cream.  Without even touching my cock she had me harder and more aroused than I'd ever been before.  She knelt in front of me to lather my legs, her mouth only inches from my erection.  I imagined her leaning forward and taking me between her sweet lips... oh what heaven that would be!  I would surely cum, maybe even before her lips closed on my swollen erection.  As I fantasized about having her mouth on me, Mary finished lathering my legs and moved up to coax shaving cream around the base of my erect penis, covering my pubic hair and working the cream in with gentle fingers.  Oh what I would give for a quick, sweet kiss from her lips!  When Mary finally stood and set the shaving cream aside, she was smiling devilishly as if she knew just how much her teasing had tormented me.  If my arousal wasn't obvious, she had only to look at my swollen cock to know.

The shaving began without pretense.  Mary started with my chest, working from my neck down, gently stroking her pink ladies' razor over my skin and rinsing it every so often.  She worked slowly and methodically, with careful strokes that were maddeningly arousing.  As she stroked lightly with the razor she followed along behind with her fingers, making sure she had gotten every last hair.  Intent, no doubt, to not earn any more punishment points.

The dual sensation of the razor followed by Mary's gentle fingers was unbearably arousing.    Not being able to fool around with Mary, or to even masturbate, was next to impossible.  But somehow I managed.  Thinking of Carol waiting in the next room helped, but still it was difficult to keep my hands off my sister.  Mary's soapy fingers and gentle, teasing caresses as she shaved me were absolutely maddening.  As she finished shaving the easier parts of my body, my chest and arms and belly, her touches became more intimate, more arousing.  She shaved my belly smooth of the thin wisps of hair there, then moved lower to my legs, kneeling on the shower floor so she had a better position.  Her sweet mouth was only inches from my erection.  I teased my hips forward, hoping to coax her into sucking me, but she played the perfect tease and ignored my obvious need.

Mary explored every inch of my legs with her fingers, shaving and teasing slowly as if to rush would be tantamount to disobedience.  She used the shaving as much to arouse and tease me as to bare my skin for Carol's enjoyment.  It worked, too.  Devilishly well.  By the time Mary had shaven my legs smooth I was desperately horny and nearly ready to beg her for even the slightest touch of her lips on my cock.

The easy parts done, Mary now concentrated on my more intimate areas.  She coaxed me to turn and face away from her.  She stroked her fingers over my bottom teasingly for a moment, then began shaving me there, too.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings as she caressed my bottom with fingertips and razor, each sliding so smoothly, so sensuously over my skin with the aid of the shaving cream.  Finally she eased my buttocks apart, exploring between them with her fingers.  She touched my anus briefly, and then around it, searching for hairs there.  With a gentle, deft stroke of the razor she had me shaven between my bottom cheeks.

Mary turned me again, so I faced her once more.  There was only one area left to shave: my pubic hair.  I had been waiting for this, wondering if she would manage it without being weak and disobeying Carol's instructions.  But Mary was deep into teasing mode now.  She took my swollen cockhead between thumb and forefinger and gently held my erection out of the way as she carefully shaved around the base.  I wanted desperately for her to hold me firmer, maybe even stroke me a little (it would only take a few strokes!) but I let her do it her own maddening way... which is to say, slowly and teasingly.

As Mary shaved the last stray hairs from around the base of my cock I heard Carol come into the bathroom.  Through the foggy shower door she was nothing but a sexy, voluptuous silhouette.  "Are you two staying out of trouble this time?" she asked.

"Yes," Mary assured her quickly.

"Will you be much longer?"

"Only a few more minutes," Mary said.  As she said it she encircled my erection with her fingers, squeezing gently.  But just for a moment.

"Make sure you do a good job," Carol said.  "If I find any stray hairs I'm going to put you in your chastity belt for a week."

Mary gasped and immediately took her hand off my cock, as if she'd been burned.  I groaned inwardly.  I'd been so close...

Carol moved about in the bathroom for a moment, then left us alone to finish.  We were just about done now.  Mary set the razor aside and began the final part of her task: checking me for stray hairs.  She caressed my body slowly, searching every nook and cranny, every intimate crevice.  She teased around my balls, searching for stray hairs, but didn't so much as touch my straining erection.  Her teasing touch was so maddening!  She knelt and stroked my legs and feet, then rose and turned me so she could explore my backside.  Finally she turned me again and caressed every inch of my front side, from my neck down to my belly, making sure she hadn't missed any hairs.  When she was finally satisfied she reached to turn off the shower, but I stopped her.  I turned her gently with my hands on her naked shoulders and gazed into her beautiful blue eyes.

"Do you love her, Mary?" I asked softly.  I had wondered for a long time, and now I just had to know.

Without a word Mary nodded.  I thought she was blushing, but perhaps it was only the warmth from the shower.  I held her a moment longer, my hands on her shoulders, and then I leaned forward and kissed her softly.

"Brian, I--"

I kissed Mary again, stopping her in mid sentence.  Before she could protest I sank to my knees and pressed my face between her legs, suddenly determined to give her one quick bit of pleasure before we left the shower.  In our youth we had never worked up the courage to risk experimenting together under the luxurious spray of a shower, but now I felt no such hesitation, even with Carol in the next room.  I was too aroused, and I knew Mary was too.  I slowly licked up her glistening slit and found her clit with my tongue.  She stiffened and gasped immediately.

"Oh Brian, please stop!  Carol will hear!"

"Then be quiet..."  I dug my tongue between Mary's labia, licking eagerly.  As I did she put her hands on my shoulders, as if to push me away.  But as I pressed my nose to her clit and pushed my tongue in deep she sighed and moved her hands to my head, pulling my face tighter to her crotch.  I smiled and licked her harder.

As I pleasured my sister with my lips and tongue I reached around and cupped her firm bottom cheeks.  I searched with my fingers and found the flat, slender base of the anal plug nestled between her buttocks.  It was perversely arousing to feel it there, still buried deep inside her bottom.  I pressed gently on the base as I began nibbling between her legs.

"Oh Brian!"

Mary's was gripping my hair tightly now, her fingers tightening and relaxing almost rhythmically.  I let her guide my movements, licking when I knew she wanted to be licked and nibbling when I knew she wanted to be nibbled.  I recognized even after all these years what each of her movements meant, how she wanted me to move.  When she tightened her grip on my hair and coaxed me higher I knew she was close to orgasm.  I licked gently around her clitoris, then firmly, and finally fastened my lips around her tender bud.  Almost immediately Mary shuddered and bucked her hips.

"Brian!  Keep doing that!" she hissed.  "Brian, I--"  Before she could finish her thought she was overcome with a powerful orgasm.  I quickly pressed two fingers up inside her pussy so I could feel her spasms.  I loved feeling her tighten on my fingers at the moment of orgasm, and now I could tell just how powerful this one was.  For a moment I couldn't breath as she held my face trapped in her crotch, my nose pressed into her belly and my mouth on her clit.  Finally as her orgasm subsided she relaxed her grip on my hair and let me pull back.

"Thank you, Brian," she gasped softly.  She was looking down at me with a flushed, dreamy expression.  "I... I needed that."

I didn't say anything.  I kissed Mary's pussy, and then her belly, teasing her softly as her breathing calmed and she recovered.  After a long, quiet moment I rose and took her in my arms, my swollen erection pressed between our bodies.  Gently, tenderly, I kissed her.

"I needed it too," I told her with a smile.  I needed an orgasm myself, but having been able to give Mary one was just as good.  Maybe even better.  I hugged her tightly and then pulled away.

We straightened up without a word.  As I returned the shaving cream and razor to the cupboard Mary gave her pussy a quick wash and turned the shower off.  She still looked flushed, but I supposed that I probably looked flushed as well after so long in such a hot, luxurious shower.  We toweled each other dry, our movements slow and sensual.  Even the slightest touch seemed unusually electric on my freshly shaven skin.  Having my sister dry me off was sweet, sensual torture.  Mary was especially teasing around my cock and balls, tormenting my swollen erection with the soft towel and fleeting touches of her fingertips.  By the time I was dry I felt like one more touch would send me over the edge.

When Mary and I finally pulled apart she stood studying me for a moment, looking me up and down.  "You look sexy," she told me with a shy smile.  I turned and studied myself in the mirror.  It felt strange to see my body freshly shaven, my chest and arms and legs hairless.  My balls looked so naked and vulnerable, and without my natural bush of pubic hair obscuring the base of my cock it looked a good inch or two longer.  I wasn't sure if I liked what I saw, but I certainly didn't dislike it.  And having Mary shave me had been such an arousing experience.

As Mary put the towels in the hamper I looked around and frowned.  My clothes were gone.  When Carol had come into the bathroom earlier she must have taken them from where we left them on the floor.

"I guess she wants you naked," Mary observed with an amused smile.

I was embarrassed at the thought of having to present myself naked to Carol, especially in my newly shaven condition.  But it looked like I didn't have much choice.  I just hoped Carol would like what she saw.

*    *    *

Carol was waiting for us in the bedroom.  I felt a surge of lust when I saw her, not because of my newly shaven condition but because of what she wore.  Carol had changed clothes while Mary and I showered.  Now she wore a tight, sleeveless, high-necked black leather mini-dress that zipped down the front and hugged every tantalizing curve of her body.  The hem of the skintight dress came only to mid thigh, and below that Carol's long, sensuous, stocking-clad legs (which I had never seen before but in pants) curved gracefully down to a sexy pair of black heels.  She looked sexier than any woman I had ever seen before.  Carol smiled at me with amusement, as if she saw in my eyes the effect her outfit had on me.  I blushed.  No doubt my reaction was exactly what she had hoped for.

Mary seemed to take no notice of Carol's sexy outfit... or if she did, she hid it well.  Without a word she moved to Carol and knelt obediently on the floor in front of her.  I hesitated and then followed suit.  Carol didn't ask me to; I just sensed that it was expected of me.  I felt a powerful surge of excitement as I knelt on the floor beside my sister.  Like Mary I averted my eyes downward, though I more than anything wanted to gaze further upon Carol's tantalizing beauty.  I focused my gaze on her lovely, sexy heels and waited for whatever would come next.

"Stand up, Brian."

I stood.  Carol studied me for a moment, then came close.  I struggled not to embarrass myself by staring at her body, at her deliciously large breasts.  Instead I stared at my feet, my heart racing as Carol moved so close that her leather-clad breasts gently brushed my arm.  I could smell her sweet perfume, feel her hot breath on my cheek.  I nearly jumped as she touched my side ever so gently.

"Mmm... you look exquisite," Carol told me quietly as she teased her fingers over my newly shaven belly.  "I just love a smooth, hairless body."

I didn't say anything.  I couldn't say anything.  Carol's touch was so incredibly arousing.  She moved her fingers higher, exploring my chest.  Her touch was so much more commanding and purposeful than Mary's gentle teasing in the shower had been.  Carol touched my nipples and then moved behind me, examining my backside.  Her fingers lingered on my bottom and then moved lower, caressing my legs.  I knew she was searching for any hairs Mary might have missed.  I held my breath, hoping that Carol didn't find any.

When Carol moved back in front of me she played her fingers down past my swollen erection, ignoring it completely, and gripped my balls.  Her sudden firm touch made me jump.

"Mmm, you're sensitive!"

"Very," I admitted softly.  Carol squeezed my balls tighter, almost to the point of being painful, and then suddenly she let go.  My cock throbbed and I nearly begged her to touch me again, to just finish me off with her fingers.  God I needed it so bad!

"You did a good job shaving your brother," Carol told my sister.  "Very satisfactory.  There's not a stray hair on him."

"Thank you," Mary said quietly.  I could see she was smiling, no doubt with relief.  At least she hadn't earned any extra punishment points.

Carol turned to me again with a curious, amused smile.  "Have you ever submitted to a woman before, Brian?" she asked.

I shook my head.  Only to Mary, during our youth.  Never since.

"Well, you seem to be wonderfully obedient," Carol observed.  "A real natural."

"Thank you," I said, not sure what else to say.

Carol chuckled.  "Of course, your sister is another story.  It seems she still hasn't learned her lesson."  She turned to Mary with an amused smile.  "I'm doubling your punishment," Carol said.  "Two hundred points..."

"Why!?" exclaimed Mary.  "You said I did a good job shaving him!"

"You did," smiled Carol.  "Your extra points are on account of your orgasm in the shower."

"But... but I didn't!" protested Mary.  I remained silent.  How on earth did Carol know?  Had she seen us?

Carol smiled.  "Don't lie to me, Mary."

"I'm not!  I--"

"Nonsense," Carol chuckled.  "Do you think I don't know how you look after an orgasm, Mary?  How your cheeks and chest flush?  How your voice takes on that gentle, dreamy tone?"  Carol turned back to me with amusement.  "How did you do it, Brian?  With your fingers or your mouth?"

"Both," I admitted quietly.

"Brian!" exclaimed Mary.  I blushed and avoided her eyes.  For some reason I just couldn't lie to Carol.

"And did you get your nasty cock into my sweet Mary?" Carol asked.

"No!" I assured her, as if it made any difference.  I wished now that I had.  Had I blown my chance?

Carol turned to Mary again.  "Did your brother do a good job?" she asked with a curious smile.

Mary nodded slowly.

Carol smiled.  "Better than me?"

Mary hesitated.  "I... I don't know.  It was... different."

"Different how?"

"I don't know," Mary said softly.  "Just different."

Carol seemed amused by Mary's embarrassment.  "Perhaps I should judge for myself.  Brian, come kneel over here."

"Over here" obviously meant on the floor between Carol's legs.  I hesitated, then left my sister's side and moved to Carol.  As I dropped to my knees in front of her she eased the hem of her dress up slightly, revealing a pair of sexy black lace panties underneath.  My cock began to stiffen again at the sight.  I was at eye level with Carol's sweet, seductive lace covered crotch and now she placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me forward, until my face was only inches from her panties.

"Lick me, Brian, just like you licked your sister.  Show me how you did it."

I started to reach for Carol's panties but she stopped me.  "No, put your hands behind your back.  Just use your lips and tongue."

I hesitated, then did as she asked.  I clasped my hands behind my back and leaned forward, pressing my face between her thighs.  Carol was perfumed down there, between her legs.  The sweet scent mixed with her natural aroma, a musky combination that smelled distinctly different than Mary's pussy.  I pressed my nose into Carol's crotch, smelling her through her lace panties.  She giggled but I paid no attention.  The smell was strangely, exquisitely arousing.  I pressed my lips to her panties, nibbling at her cunt lips through the thin material.  I felt a surge of lust as I felt clearly through her panties that Carol's pussy was shaven too.  My heart racing, my cock stiff, I pressed my lips harder against her pussy and nibbled firmly for a moment, then tried licking.  Carol laughed softly at my awkward attempts to pleasure her through her panties.

"I'll tell you what, Brian," Carol cooed softly.  "If you can make me cum in less than two minutes, using just your lips and tongue, I'll forgive your sister's punishment and let you fuck her instead."

I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of fucking Mary.  Two minutes wasn't nearly long enough, especially with Carol's panties in the way, but with such a tantalizing offer I just had to try.  I pressed my mouth to Carol's mound and licked my tongue up her slit, feeling her moist labia through her panties.  I tried licking her like this for a moment, but with her panties in the way I just couldn't do it properly.  If only she would let me use my hands!  But I obediently kept my hands behind my back as Carol had asked and tried awkwardly to make do with just my lips and tongue.

After a while, frustrated in my attempts to lick Carol's pussy through the sexy, lacy material, I tried desperately to nudge her panties aside with my nose.  It worked... sort of.  I could push the crotch of her panties aside, but as soon as I moved to lick her the panties slipped back into place.  I groaned in frustration and Carol laughed.  Apparently my plight amused her.

"You're loosing precious time, Brian.  I suggest you start licking."

I gave up on trying to get underneath Carol's panties and took her suggestion instead.  I pressed my lips to her moist mound and began licking firmly, through her panties.  Her taste was strong, her moistness spreading on her panties along with my saliva.  I moved higher and searched for her clitoris, but the little bud proved elusive beneath its hood and the protective covering of her panties.  After a moment of fruitless licking and nibbling I moved back lower and concentrated again on Carol's pussy lips and the inviting slit between.  Oh, if she would only pull her panties aside...

When the two minutes were up Carol pulled her crotch away from my face without a word.  My heart sank.

"No!"

At first I thought I had had exclaimed in dismay, but I hadn't.  It was Mary.  She had been watching my attempt to pleasure Carol, and now she looked dismayed at my failure.    Carol chuckled.  "It looks like you disappointed your sister, Brian.  I think she wanted you to fuck her."

"Please let me try again," I pleaded quietly.  "Please, let me try without your panties in the way."

Carol seemed amused by my begging.  "Perhaps later, Brian.  Right now, though, I think it's time for your sister's punishment.  Mary, take your place..."