Chapter 3

Unfortunately, it didn’t end there. Brandon and I shared the upstairs of our house. We each had a bedroom and shared the small bathroom and a small living room. Mom and my step dad didn’t come up much unless they needed something, which was rare. They also tended to go to bed earlier than Brandon and I did, so by the time I’d get ready for bed our parents would be sound asleep. If they did choose to come up, the steps were creaky and they preferred to announce themselves, so they weren’t about to surprise us.

The morning after my little strip show for Brandon he just gave me a knowing smile at my own blushed cheeks and didn’t say anything. I wondered just what he thought of me. Probably nothing good, good girls didn’t show off their bodies to their brothers even if they weren’t blood. I hadn’t even shown off my nakedness to anyone before or done anything else like that with a boy. I’d kissed some and had a few groping sessions, but that was it. Now I had to wonder if Brandon thought I was some kind of tramp. I didn’t like that thought, but I’d pretty much done just what it’d take to have him think that.

Still, he didn’t pursue anything with me at least not then. We even carried on normally for a few days, like nothing had happened. It was almost a week later when I felt that tingling again. I was shaving my legs and it just rolled over me for a moment. I shivered for a moment, having flashbacks of my little strip tease. Then it went away and I went back to shaving. When I finished I looked down and smiled at my work, only a few little cuts this time. Then I had the strangest notion. I looked between my legs and just gagged on the hair around my slit. I hadn’t bothered me before, but somehow it just didn’t look very becoming today, and since I had all the tools at my disposal I decided to do something about it. I pulled out a trimmer and buzzed off the furriest part real quick. It felt really good having the trimmer humming around down there too. I’d heard about vibrators before, but hadn’t tried one. I could understand the appeal now. With the trimming done, I lathered myself up and quickly shaved off the rest, especially pleased that I didn’t even nick myself once. I washed off the rest of the lather, looked down, and smiled, my little cunny looked much cuter like this all naked and smooth. I still didn’t know what had possessed me to do it, but I liked the look and feel of my bare little mound.

I showered off quickly after that and toweled off. Then another wave of tingles hit me as I went to grab my robe. I stared at it for a moment then decided not to. It was strange, but I didn’t feel like wearing it tonight, so I didn’t. With that decided, I turned to the door and opened it up. I walked out completely naked, and turned to my room and saw my stepbrother standing in the hall just smiling again. I wondered for a moment what he was smiling about before I remembered I’d left my robe in the bathroom. Just as I was about to squeal in embarrassment I felt the tingle roll over me again.

“Hi, sis.” Brandon smiled as if he was just passing by. He’d taken up calling me sis almost as soon as our parents married. It grated me a bit at first, but now it was the least of my problems.