Chapter 10: Scissors

Mom roused us, saying our ride (from the hospital to the hotel) had arrived. I don’t actually remember anything about the transfer until we were settled in our luxurious suite. Tara and I shared a room with two queen beds, with Mom in the other bedroom. Room service supplied our evening meal.

After the statutory 30 minute post meal digestion interval, Tara stood and began stripping. “I can’t cry anymore, I’m dehydrated. And exercise always improves my mood. Get moving, you two.”

I was about to protest, but both mother and sister fixed me with death stares. I felt obliged to comply and undress.

Tara, as usual, looked perfect with her athletic physique and tight little bikini.

Mom’s bright red one piece suit hugged her curves. Despite all those workdays stuck in an office chair, her ass and thighs were still in great shape. After birthing two children, she had some tummy, nothing out of the ordinary. And, up top, her big bouncy breasts were packed into the suit’s structured cups.

As for me, I pulled out my one and only suit, a navy blue two-piece. And there were problems. I stepped into the bottom piece and pulled it up. But in the back, I ran out of suit before I ran out of ass. An inch or two of my butt crack was still exposed above the top edge of the suit. In the front, curly brown hair spilled out from all three sides.

Moving on, I pulled the top over my shoulders and clipped the two cups together. Another problem. The non-adjustable shoulder straps were too short. A lot of under-boob flesh was in view, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I just stood there and cried. Again. “I can’t go out like this!”

Mom said, “When did you get this suit?”

“About three years ago. Oh.”

“Don’t worry, we will fix you up. Tara, do your sister a huge favor. In a minute, take my scissors and trim the jungle while I work on her top. Nora, unhook the bra and give it to me. Step out of the panties and trust Tara to take care of you.”

Mom took the top from my suit and cut the shoulder straps loose from the back band. Then she gave the scissors to Tara, who spread a towel on the bed and had me lay back with my legs spread.

“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first, at least, Tara?”

“Shut up and lie still, foolish girl. Clearly there hasn’t been any maintenance down here. Actually —”

Tara brought a warm wet washcloth and wiped me down. To tell the truth, it felt pretty good. Then the clipping started. I tried to keep still, even when she was clearing away down around my anus.

“Ariel will just die of jealousy when I tell her about this.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“This must be about what Carson sees, too. No wonder he’s so eager, and thorough.”

“Carson adores you. I wish some guy looked at me that way.”

“At your pussy?”

“Shut up! God, Tara!”

When she finished, she brought me a hand mirror. I wasn’t used to seeing my own genitals, but Tara had tamed my wild bush. Around my clit, and below, the fur was quite short, making everything easily visible. Above, a neat triangle of managed curly hair.

“I never thought I would ever say this, but that’s one well-tended lady garden. Thank you!”

“Aw. Now get in the shower and shampoo everything to get rid of the loose hairs.”

Afterwards, Mom returned my suit’s top. Now the straps were tied behind my neck, extended with a shoelace. No more under-boob! And my hair concealed the shoelace.

We grabbed fresh towels and trekked to the pool. Swim preparations had diverted me from obsessing over Dad’s medical condition.