Chapter 6: Archery?

At home, Mom sent us straight to the shower. The two of us.

I knew, as Mace, that I had been showering with Marcy since we were little kids. Mace had never washed her; he’d avoided it, much to Marcy’s chagrin. The boy was a little eccentric and hands-off with Marcy, but she’d always been willing.

I had seen Marcy as a sexual being at the beach with Leonard. I also saw that Len had failed to do the job. Marcy had not cum with Len. Her attitude afterward told me that.

I didn’t know whether Marcy had other lovers, but Len had let her down. I vowed to help her out. It may be that she may not know how to cum.

My first wife had been able to have orgasms, and that was because she was a hyper sexual being, a bit of a sex fiend. She really taught me everything I knew about sex. She had a boyfriend that’d taught her - unbeknownst to me before the wedding. That’s a whole other story.

My generation had the pill, free love, and Letters to Penthouse magazine. That and a willing wife helped me learn that women need to cum, too.

I realized, thinking about Patty, that she has a similar body type to my first wife.

Living in a single-wide trailer as we do has limitations. A big one is space. Our bathroom is small and has a 36 x 36 inch galvanized shower stall. It has two cloth shower curtains to contain the overspray. We barely fit.

Showering in the tub with the curtain pulled was an experience in such a tiny space.

The second problem is that we have a smallish 10-gallon propane hot water heater. During warmer months, we usually shower in the afternoon or evening because we take showers without hot water. The third thing is, we take showers together - and we take Navy showers. We do this because our water pump is small, and Dad doesn’t want to repair it or buy a new one.

A Navy shower is when you get wet and soap up your washcloth, and turn the water off. You wash yourself quickly, and then later you turn the water on again briefly, just long enough to rinse the soap off. Twice a week you wash your hair.

Marcy washed me using only her hands. She turned the water off and used soapy, wet hands all over my body. Needless to say, Junior made his presence known, and getting jacked off with the soft, soapy hands of my sister was a spiritual experience.

For the first time, she didn’t use a washcloth. After a quick rinse, I had no other idea in my tiny head (Junior’s) than to return the favor. I thought Marcy was soft and feminine-feeling before, soaped up woke Junior right the hell up again, the beast.

I knew just how to perform a long, sexy hair wash. I repeated the sexy effort with a second washing. We don’t use cream rinse. I made sure I got her low openings well, and her boobies and, in particular, her nipples.

Marcy moaned loudly as I pinned her to the wall and knelt a little so I could get inside her. I had barely seated myself when she screamed.

“EEEeeeeeeeeeeeee...”

Her screeching brought Mom, who snuck in and peeked at us. I swear I heard her say, “It’s about time he did that for you.”

Marcy grabbed me for a firm hug and a sexy kiss. She slid down and took me in her mouth. Being 14 years old and having just washed and fondled my sister all over, it took me about one second before I grunted as I climaxed. She tickled my balls as I jetted my cum.

We got out when she asked me if I would give her a shave. Wow, it’s a first time for that, I think.

Talk about trust. She got up on the counter as I ran the hot water in the sink. I used a hot washcloth to prep her stubble.

Marcy has a pink Lady Gillette razor that uses the same double-edged safety blades that I had used in my youth. That was before dual-, triple-, or 5-bladed razor blades came out. I hope that happens here.

Sadly, that won’t likely happen. Those razor blades used injection-molded plastic to contain the little blades. I don’t think hard rubber can do that. I also think they use computers and robots to churn them out. It would be very expensive if they used humans to make dual razor blades by hand. 5 blades would really be too much.

She got up on the counter and opened her legs. I got my first close-up good look at her inner workings. Oh my goodness. Marcy’s young pussy had opened like a wet, pinkish mouth. I, as Mace, had been passing this cunny up? Dumb shit!

Marcy smiled because I was staring and drooling at her wide-open cunny. She must know the power a good cunt has over teenage males. Even though I had cum twice in ten minutes, that’s a pretty pussy.

My hands are large compared to her sweet little pussy. Up high, I nudged Marcy’s thighs wider so I could see further inside. Then I pushed them even wider to see deep. She sat there smiling, letting me do anything I wanted. Boy, did I want. This is the prettiest little Hoo-haw I have ever seen.

This wasn’t getting the job done, so I used the Gillette shave cream to coat her pudenda. I then started tugging her flesh gently as I ran the razor across it. I made sure to go slow and careful, touching her often, checking my work, and keeping her excited. After rinsing it, she wanted me to rub some cream on her vulva.

I felt like she’d let me do anything I wanted, and boy, did I want to.

I leaned over and took one of her delightful pink-tipped cones into my mouth and gently suckled it. The warm, creamy satin of my sister’s young boobs was a revelation. I vowed inwardly to do them great service; they are deserving of it, if for no other reason than their delicate beauty calls out to me.

“Unnnnnn...”

I switched sides, sensing her reactions. I did it in a way that each little booby would be jealous of the other.

She took my head and controlled it so that I did not spend too much time on one before I mouthed and paid homage to the other. Her nipples are almost nonexistent, and her areolas come to a point at the end of her cone-shaped delights.

We have a face cream with no taste, so I started gently rubbing it into the area I’d just shaved. I had never let her shave me. I likely never would, even though I remembered she had begged me to shave me often.

I rubbed her quim as I continued suckling one booby, and then the other. I enjoyed her little mewling sounds. My dear sister is quivering in anticipation.

She has been flirty and touched me affectionately all day since the b each. I don’t think Len does it for her. Perhaps she had never had a climax before we showered. I spent time with her and loved on her so she could enjoy being with me.

I must have done a really good job because I could tell by her breathing that her vaginal area was very warm and slippery to the touch from her own needs. I leaned down and ran my tongue through her furrow. She jumped and moaned loudly, her eyes opened wide at the thought that I would do that to her.