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 ï>¿Showing Off For My Brother and His Friend, Part 1 by Corn53 My big
brother was in high school and I was in the seventh grade when I found a
magazine under his mattress.  I have always like snooping around and this
was one of the treasures that further developed my sleuthing tendencies.
There were lots of pictures of naked girls in this magazine and for some
reason, I could not put it down.  Being a good detective though, I
remembered the location, and which page it was on before I started reading
- well, more like staring - from cover to cover.  Some of the girls were
very well endowed, which always made me jealous, and surprisingly some were
hairless.  I figured they probably shaved themselves since they were
obviously older than me.  Even though I was in the seventh grade, I still
hardly had any 'boobies' which Jack sometimes teased me about, and I was
just getting my first pubic hairs.  You couldn't even see them without a
real close look.  I was starting to get some fuzz on my lower legs. Also, I
knew he liked to spy on me sometimes, because I would catch him walking
past the bathroom again and again for no apparent reason whenever I took a
bath.  We always had to leave the bathroom door open a little bit in case
anyone ever fell down in the tub like mom's aunt did years ago.  We must
have heard that story a hundred times - about how they had to take the
hinges off the bathroom door so they could take her to the hospital to
X-ray her hip.  Anyway, I used to pose with my back to the door, standing
in the tub, washing my chest or fanny, and looking at his reflection in the
black, plastic hair brush handle.  I watched him walk back and forth,
looking at me. That was when I began leaving the door open even wider.  For
some reason it gave me a sense of power and excitement when I knew he was
spying on me.  It made me feel so attractive.  He was 17 and I was 12,
almost 13. Last week I was getting ready for a school dance.  We were the
only ones home.  I figured out a way to face the door so he could see my
front, but not know I was posing for him.  I was pretending to dry my hair
with a big towel over my head and covering my face.  The music was playing
on the radio in my bedroom, and I kept both doors wide open - just so I
could hear the music, of course.  I was singing along with the music, but
really listening for his footsteps on the carpet in the dark hallway.  (I
had turned off the hall light on my way to the bathroom.) When I heard him
come up the steps, I stood and faced the door, putting the big towel on my
head, covering my face.  I was toweling my hair when his soft footsteps
went past the door . . .  and then back again.  I think he stopped on the
far side of the hall looking at me as I continued to towel off my hair. He
was watching.  I knew it.  What should I do now?  Before I could come up
with an idea, the music changed to a faster rock song, so I continued to
fluff the towel and dry off my hair, singing, turning, and dancing as I let
him watch me.  Holding the towel over my head with my left hand, I
pretended I was strumming a guitar with my right, like I did sometimes when
we watched MTV together, while we were both supposed to be doing our
homework. Then and idea hit me while I was "strumming" my bellybutton.  I
began strumming lower and lower and began to strum my pussy lips as I
danced my way out of the tub - towel still over my head, just acting silly.
Besides enjoying the teasing I was doing, it also felt good, as my fingers
pulled my bald lips way over to the side, pressing hard on my button hidden
inside the stiffening lips.  Twang, twang, twang with the sharp sound of
the music.  My lips snapped back in place. Then I turned away and took off
the towel, shaking my hair.  The shiny brush handle was too foggy for me to
tell if he was still watching or not. Mom wouldn't be home for another half
hour, so I thought of showing off in another way.  What had come over me? I
couldn't figure it out, but it was both exciting and naughty. ... My room
was directly across the hall from my brother's room, so when I went in with
the towel around me I kept singing to the music like I usually did, but
this time I forgot to close the door.  My brother had gone into his room
while I finished in the bathroom, but his door was also open - just a few
inches - and his light was off. I turned up the music as I continued to get
ready for the party, but decided to get dressed in a different order
tonight.  First I would do my hair and then get dressed.  It didn't take
too long to fix my hair since it was dry already.  The light brown hair
just barely covered my ears, so I sat backwards on the chair and just
brushed it out.  Jack always teased me in the summer when I sat backwards
on one of the kitchen chairs to watch TV, resting my arms on the back.  My
hair was still too short to put my colored bands in, since school just
started.  I kept it short for the swim team.  My tan was beginning to fade,
but my fanny and chest still looked much paler than than my arms, legs, and
shoulders.  I was sitting sideways to the door and couldn't tell if he was
watching or not, but I suspected he was. The excitement of showing off was
still getting to me, knowing my older brother was watching.  The urge to
touch myself between the legs got the best of me as I stood to put on my
underwear.  Instead of my panties, I decided to put on my new training bra
first, dancing around trying to fasten it in the back.  I was wearing only
the tiny, white bra, with the little pink bow in front when another song
came on with a strong bass guitar rhythm.  Acting silly again, I began
strumming the imaginary guitar but pretty soon I was fingering frets on my
new bra and strumming my pussy again.  It felt so good I almost forgot that
my brother was only about six feet away.  A quick glance at the clock told
me I had another fifteen minutes before Mom would be home.  I was looking
through my underwear drawer and thought I'd better try on several pairs
while deciding - to prolong my teasing.  My dirty panties were laying under
the edge of my bed.  I got on my hands and knees, keeping my knees apart,
and with an exaggerated stretch, reached under to pull them out.  This
would give him a great view of my spread open fanny.  Then, holding the
dirty panties in front of me, facing the mirror on the inside of my closet
door, I noticed that his door had opened a little wider.  I sniffed my
panties, made a face and tossed them onto the edge of my bed with a laugh,
memorizing their exact location.  I could check later to see if he picked
them up after I left.  I knew Mom wouldn't touch anything in my room,
because she said she refused to pick up after me anymore.  I tried on
several pairs, touching myself through each pair, trying to dry off my
still wet pussy.  Each time I tossed a pair on the bed I made a mental note
where they landed. "Mom's drawer!" I said aloud, and skipped down the hall
towards her room, wearing only my bra.  I came back in with a pair of her
flimsy "dress-up" panties and held them in front of me - turning around,
then tried them on.  Baggy, but the silkiness felt so sexy.  I took them
off again and put a safety pin through the band in the back to tighten them
up about two inches.  I put them back on - perfect!  Just very baggy. The
time!  I had to hurry and dress for the dance.  Mom would be home any
minute.  It was after eleven when I got home from the school dance.  The
dance was fun, but I kept thinking about teasing Jack some more.  He was
watching TV and asked me some questions about the dance.  He surprised me
with his interest.  Jack usually just ignored me or treated me like I was
bothering him. Mom went on up to bed because she had to go in to work early
on Saturday.  "What would you like to watch tonight, Sue?" I almost fell
over from shock.  Why was he treating me nice?  The power was going to my
head.  "Anything is OK." and I laid on the floor on my stomach in front of
the TV.  The short dress would certainly expose my panties, especially with
my knees apart and my feet up in the air - weaving back and forth in my
customary pose.  Jack was quiet, not changing channels nearly as fast as
usual.  I knew he was enjoying sitting right behind me in the middle of the
couch. I sat up and turned around sitting cross-legged, facing him.  "Want
to play Checkers, Jack?  I bet I could beat you tonight.  I'm too excited
to go to bed right now, even though I'm really sleepy." My short skirt had
ridden up to my hips sitting that way, so my panties were almost completely
exposed - Mom's panties, that is - the ones you could see through - or
around, depending how they were bunched up.  As I looked at him and then
towards the cupboard where we keep the games, I caught him looking right at
my panties.  He looked away as I looked up towards him.  He smiled and
said, "You haven't got a chance." and got up to get the game.  As he walked
over I quickly checked out the view he would be getting if he sat on the
floor in front of me.  Perfect.  A clear shot of my panties.  I twisted
towards the right just a few inches, as if to make room for the game box,
thus twisting the panties on me to the side, exposing my left lip.  I
seemed to be glistening for some reason, as if I had just taken off my swim
suit. Jack came back and sat down across from me, right where I thought he
would.  I kept looking at the game box and began setting up the pieces,
pretending nothing was wrong, and I knew he was looking at me. "What should
we bet, Sue?" he asked.  We usually bet something silly -like a five minute
back rub or doing one of the other's chores. "I feel lucky tonight.  Let's
say a ten minute back rub, Jack." "OK.  Two out of three.  You can go first
this time." giving me the advantage.  I beat him easily, making me wonder
if he was trying to lose.  Then it hit me - HE WANTS TO RUB MY BACK! "You'd
better go take that dress off before it gets all dirty on the floor.  Why
don't you just get ready for bed?  You beat me, so I guess I'll have to rub
your back." I usually just wear a big T-shirt to bed over my panties, but
maybe tonight . . .  As I got up to go get ready, he stood up, too, and
said, "I'll go get ready myself.  Meet you back down here in about ten
minutes.  Do you want one of my T-shirts?  Be quiet so we don't wake Mom."
"OK, just bring one of your shirts over and I'll wear it tonight.  Thanks,
Jack.  I'd been hoping you would let me wear one of your soccer shirts or
something." As I was trying to unfasten the dress in back, he just walked
right into my room with one of his old athletic shirts in his hand.  It
looked like some kind of a basketball shirt, the kind without sleeves.  I
thanked him as I took it and threw it on the bed.  "Can you help me
unfasten this?" almost whispering. I didn't really need any help, but he
seemed glad to help me.  Then I even asked him to unsnap my bra.  Instead
of leaving, he just stood there as if he hoped I would get completely
undressed right in front of him.  I wasn't ready to give up my modesty just
yet, but I did take off the dress and bra and let them fall to the floor. I
turned to face him with my hands over my half-an-egg size titties.  "You'd
better let me finish getting ready for bed so I can come down and bet my
back massage.  And I'm going to look at the clock in the kitchen tonight.
No cheating.  I want the full ten minutes, Jack, because I beat you twice."
He was looking at my hands and chided me.  "You don't have anything to
hide, Sue." and he laughed quietly. I put my hands down, like I was
brushing them off, and said, "I guess you're right, but still I want you to
leave while I get the rest of the way ready for bed.  Go get ready
yourself." and I kind of pushed him out the door playfully.  After he left
I looked at my tiny breasts.  The pink nipples were stiff with the little
bump in the middle sticking out, like they did on cold days at the pool.
After closing the door all the way this time, I took off Mom's panties,
noticing the wetness, and put on the basketball shirt.  It barely covered
my pussy and fanny if I held my ams up, so I put the panties back on.  The
narrow shoulder straps were baggy enough to expose my titties, depending
how I was sitting.  I fiddled around in my room for awhile, not sure where
my game was heading.  I checked out the panties laying on my bed.  They had
all been moved!  Now I knew he had been watching me get ready for the
dance. It excited me all over again. After a firm decision to "act
innocent" I felt like I was still in control and that he wouldn't know I
was trying to show off my growing, changing body on purpose.  I came back
down a few minutes later to find Jack sitting in the middle of the couch
with the controller in his right hand.  He was wearing short sweat pants
and a T-shirt. "Since I have to rub your back, I get to decide what to
watch.  Lay down across my lap, Sue." If I lay down across his lap he will
see that I'm wearing Mom's panties.  They are so baggy that my fanny will
probably peek out from under them.  What should I do?  He seemed to sense
my hesitation and said, "Well, make up your mind.  Do you want a back rub
or not?" So, without further thinking I laid down across his lap and he put
his right hand on my back, outside the shirt.  I knew as I laid down that
he could probably see most of my bare fanny since my knees and shoulders
had sunk so far into the couch.  I forgot about bending over his legs, but
I couldn't change my mind now, or he would know I was conscious of my near
nakedness.  I nonchalantly pulled down the shirt to cover my raised buns
and then crossed my hands under my head which completely exposed them
again. But, at least I had tried to cover myself so I could pretend that I
didn't even know he could see my pale fanny, which was just a foot from his
face. To preserve my innocence even farther, I said, "I'm so sleepy, Jack.
If I fall asleep wake me up before you go to bed.  OK?" "You'll wake up
when I dump you on the floor, Sis." and he laughed.  I was glad he called
me 'Sis.' He never called me that if he was mad at me. I made one final
wiggle to get "more comfortable" across his lap, scooting down, which hiked
up my shirt.  I also parted my legs a few inches.  "OK." I said, " Start
rubbing my back." and I just looked towards the TV. He didn't say anything
and kept both hands on my back, rubbing upwards most of the time, pulling
my shirt a little higher.  I closed my eyes and yawned.  "It feels good,
Jack." and yawned again. He rubbed for about ten minutes and I was getting
really sleepy.  Jack usually wasn't so gentle.  Occasionally he stroked one
of his hands down the backs of my knees, but not touching my fanny. My eyes
had been closed for at least ten minutes and I was breathing deeply.  His
right hand began stroking from the the middle of my back down past my knees
in long, gentle caresses.  I turned my head sleepily towards the couch,
opened my knees a little bit farther and pretended to be asleep. His left
hand rubbed my shoulders, neck and upper arms, sometimes even rubbing my
armpits.  He absently pulled the invisible light hairs which were beginning
to form - not so it hurt - but almost sensuously.  Someday I'll have to
shave my armpits like Mom does. As he continued to stroke and massage my
back and sides, his right hand also massaged my fanny and thighs.  When he
brought his hand up my leg from the inside of my left knee he came closer
and closer to my pussy.  The first touch was so soft I wasn't even sure he
touched it, but on the third stroke his index finger played across my
closed lips from right to left.  He began gently tugging my left leg
towards the couch on his downstrokes so that pretty soon my legs were
spread much wider, opening my pussy lips for his upward return caresses. He
used both hands to take the safety pin out of the back of the panties so
they were really loose.  His hands easily slid completely under them as he
pulled my buns apart and bent down for a closer look at my fanny. Later,
while his right hand was massaging my legs, fanny, and the outside of my
pussy, his left hand began massaging farther around on my armpit,
eventually reaching my stretched flat breasts.  It felt great.  His
forefinger began to slide up through the wet slit.  For some reason this
scared me, so I rolled back towards the TV and yawned again, like I was
waking up. Then I lifted my head and propped up my shoulders with my arms.
Looking at the TV, I asked, "What time is it?  I must have fallen asleep.
I'd better go on up to bed." I sat back on the couch with my right leg on
the floor and my left foot tucked tightly against my bottom, with both arms
wrapped around my bent knee, looking at the TV.  This gave him a great view
before I went on up to bed.  "Thanks for rubbing my back so long, Jack. 
That felt great.  Good night." and I got up to head for bed. When I stood
up Mom's panties fell down my legs and I started laughing.  I just stepped
out of them and said, "I'd better hide these until I have a chance to wash
them and put them back in Mom's drawer." "Why did you wear them, Sue.  She
would be upset if she caught you." "They made me feel so sexy at the dance.
Can you hide them for me?  I'll get them tomorrow and wash them while she's
at work." I stretched with hands over my head.  This lifted the basketball
shirt high enough to give him view of my totally bare pussy. "OK, Sis, I'll
hide them.  Good night.  I'll tuck you later." and he patted my fanny as I
headed up to bed.

   Showing Off For My Brother And His Friend, Part 2

   During the next week I was filled with remorse and embarrassment about
the way I had been showing off, but Jack treated me much nicer.  That
Friday his friend Ben was going to sleep over at our house, and I didn't
think anything of it at first.  He stayed at our house some weekends and
sometimes Jack went to his house. Anyway, at dinner Friday, Mom blurted out
in front of Jack and Ben that she finally got me a razor set so I could
shave my legs that night, since I would be home all night, I could sit in
the tub for an hour if I needed to.  Sometimes she liked to embarrass me or
tease me about my 'budding little figure' in front of one of Jack's
friends. I knew better than to question her or talk back, or she might
start talking about my new training bra.  All I said was "OK." "It's pink,
Susie.  You have such pretty legs.  They'll look even sexier when they are
all shaved.  Try not to cut yourself.  Don't do your armpits yet." "Oh,
Mom." I was grounded that weekend because of my grades and Mom said I had
to clean up the kitchen after dinner.  But, since we ordered pizza every
Friday it wouldn't take long to clean up things.  Mom would be gone and
Jack and Ben were planning to go out to a football game or somewhere so I
could watch whatever I wanted and talk on the phone after my bath.  It
should have been a good evening. But something came over me again while we
were finishing the pizza.  A little devil inside me seemed to take control
when I noticed Ben watching me climb up on the counter to get the cookies
off the top of the refrigerator.  Mom had just left and Jack had gone out
to his old car to get something -probably a can of beer.  My school skirt
was just an ordinary, plaid jumper and not very sexy, but when I stood all
the way up while on top of the counter, I knew Ben would be able to see my
panties if I reached far enough over the refrigerator.  I could see him in
the reflection on the ceramic cookie jar.  Mom was on another diet and
started putting the cookie jar on top of the refrigerator.  I was curious
as to whether he would try to see my panties.  Even though his image was
not crystal clear, I could tell he was looking up my skirt!  As plain as
day, he was staring right at my panties. I only got one cookie and climbed
down slowly, not looking directly at him. "Can I have one, Sue?" he asked,
more polite than usual.  He could have probably reached it without climbing
onto the counter, but asked me instead, like he was hoping I would get one
for him. "Sure, Ben.  Just make sure I don't fall 'cause of all this stuff
on the counter." He obligingly came over and stood by my legs while I
climbed up and reached over.  I took my time retrieving a cookie.  As I
handed him one without getting down, I said, "There's some old chocolate
chips ones in here, too, I think.  Want me to try to find you one?" "That
would be great.  Thanks, Sue?" I started rummaging around in the cookie
jar, hoping to find any other varieties to ask him about.  I couldn't see
his reflection because he was right beside me now.  While I was taking my
time looking in the jar he put his hand on my leg just below the knee. 
"Your foot is right on the edge, Sue.  I don't want you to fall off." I
continued to search for a chocolate chip cookie, enjoying the touch of his
hand on my leg.  Then he said, "You are getting some peach fuzz below your
knees, Sue.  I started shaving a few years ago and could probably have a
thick beard if I let it grow." "Well, I'm kind of scared about it since I
never shaved them before." Then Jack came back in.  Sure enough he had two
cans of beer with him.  Mom had only been gone ten minutes.  "Time to get
going, Ben.  Sue will clean this up." pointing towards the kitchen table.
"Maybe we should make sure Sue doesn't cut herself before we go, Jack.  It
won't take long for her to shave her legs.  I told her I've been shaving
for years." It almost sounded like he was bragging since my brother only
shaved about once a month. "We don't want to be late." reminded Jack,
finally noticing Ben's hand on my knee.  He came over and set down his beer
and felt the peach fuzz on my lower legs.  This felt great.  Two guys
touching my legs.  My little devil was taking complete control of me now.
"Should I take off my shoes and we can shave them here in the kitchen?" I
asked innocently. "Mom said you should do it in the bathtub, Sue." reminded
Jack, as his hand stroked down my 'hairy' leg from above my knee to my
ankle sock. "Well, I'd better go get my suit on then." "No.  You don't need
to put on your swimming suit.  Besides, I think Mom put most of our summer
stuff away already.  Hey.  You still need to wash out those fancy panties
you wore to the dance and now would be a good time.  You could wear those
in the tub." The two boys sat me down on the counter and straightened out
my legs, as if studying a project they were going to work on.  "What
'fancy' panties?" asked Ben. "Oh, just something Sue wore last weekend
which she wasn't supposed to.  She could get in big trouble if Mom finds
out." "OK, I guess." and then continued in my 'shy' role, "But what about
my titties.  I don't want you to see them.  Remember I'm a girl." Jack
laughed.  They were both still rubbing my legs from my ankles to just above
my knees.  "I couldn't tell you were a girl by looking at those titties."
joked Jack.  You could probably pass for a boy if somebody just saw your
chest." I knew this wasn't true, or why did he want to feel them so much
last weekend.  They did stick out enough to tell they were titties, even if
they were smaller than golf balls.  "Well OK then.  But don't look at them.
I guess I could wear those panties in the bathtub and that would wash them
out at the same time.  But teach me how to do the shaving for next time. 
And don't ever tell anybody.  OK?" We all laughed and shook hands on our
"deal." The boys took off my shoes and ankles socks while I was still
sitting on the edge of the counter, holding my legs straight out.  They
started pulling my feet apart and joked about making a wish. "We're in kind
of a hurry to get going, so it might be faster if we help you undress, Sue.
And, let me hold up this orange next to your titties so we can see how much
more you have to grow before you get to wear a real bra instead of those
training things." chuckled Jack.  I was enjoying the attention but wanted
to protect my 'innocence,' so I compromised, "We can take off my skirt and
blouse, but I want to keep my bra on while you compare or I won't let you."
"We won't tell anybody, Sue." promised Ben.  "Here.  I'll unbutton those
buttons for you.  We can pretend you're a store mannequin." and he reached
around me from behind and began unbuttoning my blouse while Jack unbuttoned
the side of my jumper.  They seemed almost as excited as me, but we were
all pretending they were just helping me get ready to shave - for my
safety. Jack held a cold orange from the refrigerator up against my chest.
The blouse was open but still on my arms, and the straps of my jumper were
still over my shoulders.  As they began 'comparing' the orange to my
titties, they both massaged them and squeezed as if trying to make them as
big as possible.  "These aren't even detectable.  Are they, Jack?" While
Ben Squeezed my right breast. "Nope.  Too little to see, that's for sure."
And they helped me take off the blouse as the jumper fell to the floor. 
"That tickles!" I said as they continued comparing.  I wiggled around,
giggling, and kept bumping Ben's stiff thing through his trousers.  He was
still holding me from behind. I was standing there in my bra and panties -
both light blue cotton.  There were bunnies on the panties which they both
though was funny.  They felt the panties while looking at the bunny
designs. "These bunnies are hopping all over, Sis." as their fingers
touched my panties all over. "Oh, cut it out, you guys.  Are you going to
let me go start the bath or what?  I could probably shave my legs myself
you know.  So don't get too fresh." I laughed, "Besides, that tickles!"
Ben's hand was pressing on my mound, but not between the legs. "Go get
those panties, Jack and hand them to me through the door when I say the
bath is ready." and I headed up the stairs while they finished their beers.
I took off the bra while heading out of the kitchen, but didn't turn around
to let them see me.  They would get to see me soon enough. --- The Bath
Jack and Ben were waiting outside the closed door while I got the water
ready.  I said OK and reached my hand through the door and Jack handed me
the panties which I had worn to the dance.  They felt stiff between the
legs, probably because I got real wet when I wore them.  That was something
I still didn't understand.  Why would wearing something like that make me
feel so slippery between the legs? So I took the panties and let the door
open all the way as I walked towards the tub.  I was completely naked but
they couldn't see my front.  I put the panties on, still facing the tub,
and then stepped in and sat down.  They were kneeling beside the tub almost
before I was seated.  They were both staring at my tiny breasts, but I
pretended not to notice since I was fiddling around trying to get the
cellophane off the razor box.  I kept looking at the razor box as if trying
to read the directions, but really I was just letting them look at me and
pretending I didn't know they were looking at me.  "You might as well wash
me, too, if you want to help while I try to read this." They both started
washing my breasts.  Their hands began washing my tummy and legs.  As they
were washing me, I stood up to get Mom's shaving gel can off the rack which
hung under the shower head.  I knew they could see right through the sheer
wet panties, but I pretended to act like I didn't know that.  They were
washing my legs, tummy and breasts while I stood facing them and read the
directions on the shaving gel can.  "Our hands are soapy, Sis.  Maybe we
should wash these panties while you're standing there.  We can't see your
private parts, we just want to get the panties all clean." "Good idea.  I'm
trying to figure out how much of this to use." still absorbed in my shaving
experience.  They began to wash my panties for me.  I parted my legs as I
turned to face the wall so they could "wash" the back of the panties for
me. Standing - and with my legs farther apart, the sheer, lacy, white, and
very baggy panties began to fall down.  They washed my fanny and the
panties.  "Really wash them good, you guys, or else Mom might get mad if
she finds out I borrowed them without asking." and I parted my legs a
little more.  With the can of gel in my hand I leaned over towards the
wall. The panties were almost complete below my buns, but the boys were
keeping them up with their hands as they washed my fanny and the panties at
the same time.  Jack's fingers washed right over the hole, pressing with
his finger.  It felt great, but startled me.  I stood up straight again and
turned around, trying to read the can again, not noticing that the panties
were below my mound and twisted around so that they could see my pussy.  Of
course they started washing that, too, being careful not to put their
fingers inside. "Oh, Jeez.  These are starting to fall down." I said, still
preserving my complete innocence.  After pulling them up (and to the side
so my pussy was exposed through the leg hole) I said, "Thanks for helping
me wash these, but we'd better do the shaving." and I handed the can to
Ben. I reached over and got the razor from the front edge of the tub and
handed it to Jack. "I don't want to watch yet.  Go ahead and shave one of
them and I'll practice on the other leg." I stood up and pulled the panties
up so high, that my pussy was completely exposed through the leg hole. 
With my eyes closed, as if I didn't want to watch the shaving, so they
could look at me as closely as they wanted. "Put one leg on the edge of the
tub, Sis, so we can get this over with." Said Jack, feigning an urgency to
leave. I put my right foot on the edge, outwards towards Jack and turned
towards Ben.  This opened my legs farther, so that my pussy lips parted to
reveal the inner ridge - just inches from Ben's face - while I still
pretended that I didn't want to watch the shaving.  I pulled up tighter on
the panties so they pressed between my thigh and left lip.  Between the
slits of my almost closed eyes I saw Ben staring at my partially open
pussy. Jack was rubbing the shaving gel on my right leg.  From my ankle to
the edge of my pussy, even though we would only shave to the knee.  Then,
as I had hoped, Ben started putting gel on my other leg, getting closer and
closer to my pussy.  His finger glanced across it, waiting for my reaction.
I just said, "Be careful Jack.  Don't cut my leg." Ben's fingers continued
to slip lightly over my pussy lips and he began to wash me there with plain
water.  He dipped his hand in the water and started rinsing off my leg
above the knee, rinsing all the soap off my pussy and pressing a little
harder.  "Let me try it now," I said, knowing I couldn't continue to play
innocent if I let him keep touching me there.  I let go of my panties and
took the razor from Jack and put my other foot up on the edge of the tub
and started shaving like they did on TV and like when I watched Mom.  I had
almost finished when I reached my non-shaving hand up to rub my face.  Then
I dropped the razor and stood up straight, both feet in the tub, holding my
face.  "I got soap in my eye.  Give me a washcloth." When I stood up the
loose panties fell down to my knees, but I pretended not to notice -only
thinking about the soap in my eye.  "Owww.  This burns.  Can you give me
another wet washcloth?  Put some cool water on it from the sink." Ben got
up right away to do this. While he was getting it, I kept wiggling around
in the tub complaining about my eye.  I took the washcloth he put in my
hand and dropped the other one.  "Can you guys finish this leg for me?" And
I 'accidently' lifted my foot out of my panties and put in on the edge of
the tub for Ben.  My panties were in the water around my left ankle. He
began putting more lather on my leg - all the way up - and then started to
finish the shaving below the knee.  Jack stood up and asked if he should
shave my armpits, too.  I reminded him that Mom said she would help me
another time, but he could see if it needed it or not. My helpful brother
put some lather in my armpits, trying not to tickle me.  He was mostly
lathering up my breasts, but it felt so good I let it go.  "Do you think I
will need to shave them soon?" I asked, trying not to be ticklish. "I guess
not yet, Sis, but pretty soon.  I can feel a few fine hairs starting to get
longer.  I can't really see them yet, though." "All done." said Ben.  When
he said that, Jack started tickling me.  I giggled and turned around. 
"Just rinse me off now you guys.  Thanks for your help." Then I 'noticed'
that my panties were missing.  "Hey!  What happened to the panties?" "They
must have fallen off." observed Ben.  "I didn't even notice." "I bet!  This
is really embarrassing.  You guys better never tell anybody." And I turned
around to face them, holding the wash cloth in front of my pussy.  "Don't
try to look at me when you rinse me off either!" I laughed good naturedly.
"I'm embarrassed.  OK?  Don't look?" "We won't look.  There's nothing to
see anyway, Sue." Ben started joking, too, teasing me like Jack.  "We can
rinse your back, Sue.  Your fanny looks exactly like a boy's" After a
moment of thinking, I turned around, "OK." I said softly, and put my feet
about a foot apart.  "You can rise off my back." The took both wash cloths
and rinsed me off all over especially between the legs.  I didn't object
even though I should have.  It made me feel tingly inside each time a wash
cloth or some fingers rubbed across it.  The knew better that to try to put
a finger in me. "OK." I said and turned around with my hands crossed in
front of my pussy, but above the slit.  I knew they could see it, but I
tried to keep at least one hand modestly in front of my tummy below my
belly button while they rinsed me. "We better dry you off now, Sis." "I can
do that myself, but thanks anyway." then, changing my mind as I stepped
out. "OK.  Dry me off.  Let me hold a wash cloth over my eyes a minute. 
They are still stinging." and I held it in front of my eyes while they
dried me off.  I still tried to hold one hand in front of my pussy so they
couldn't see it, but whenever they moved it to dry me, they placed it
higher on my tummy, until I was holding my hand over my belly button.  "Are
you going to put lotion on my legs, like Mom puts on hers?" It's over on
top of the toilet.  Ben retrieved in and put some on my right leg.  "Mom
actually puts it all over her, but just a little bit, then she rubs it in."
The began to massage me all over with the lotion.  I was still holding one
hand at a time in front of my belly button, to maintain my innocence, while
they looked and rubbed me all over. "Aren't you guys going to be late for
the game?" I asked. "We never go straight to the games anyway, Sis. 
Usually we party a little bit first.  So we have a few minutes to help you.
Your legs look so smooth and sexy now.  Don't they, Ben?" "They sure do! 
Your legs are as pretty as a model or a movie star now, Sue." then he
thought and added, "like the girls in some of my Uncle's videos I watch
when I go over to walk his dog while they're on vacation.  We should take a
video of your legs.  It would be cool if you had some high heels." "We have
a video camera, Ben.  We could make our own tape and nobody else would ever
see it." "NO!  You guys!  I shouldn't have even let you see my titties, and
I tried to keep the panties on till I got the soap in my eye.  So, no way
can you take my picture." I said firmly. "But, Sis, we wouldn't see your
face.  You could watch the video and we'll prove it.  We won't shoot above
your knees.  Honest." I don't know what possessed me to even consider this
new game, but I surprised my self and asked, "I would have my dress on, and
some high heels.  Right?" "Of course, Sue.  All I want to see is your legs
on the video.  Then we'll erase it and tape over it." "Well.  Let me get my
dress back on, and see if any of Mom's high heels are laying around.  You
have to promise not to keep the tape.  You'll erase it tonight.  OK?  Or,
maybe I should erase it." "Why not try on a nightie instead of your dress?"
"No, I don't think so.  Well, maybe we could try both.  And I get to watch
the video and then watch you erase it.  You have to promise." As I was
negotiating with them, my hand was still over my belly button.  I looked
down to see my legs and then suddenly noticed my hand was up too high and
put it back over my mound. "Then you guys go set up the camera in Jack's
room while I go find some shoes and an outfit in Mom's room.  I'll come in
when I'm ready." --- Camera Fun I put on one of Mom's highest pairs of high
heels and practiced walking around.  It was like being on tip toes.  The
heel dragged when I stepped forward because my feet were too small.  "Now
to find a nightie." I said aloud to myself.  As I was trying one on, the
boys walked into Mom's room with the camera.  I knew it was turned on
because the red light was on.  I let the sheer nightie fall down on me.  It
came almost to my knees.  Good.  This would be more modest. I put the shoes
back on and practiced walking while they took some close up shots of my
legs.  They had me try on lots of different outfits while we were all in
there, including several pairs of panties from Mom's messy drawer.  I told
them to turn off the camera while I tried on some different things, but I
think they left it on the whole time.  I tried to keep facing away from
them whenever I was changing panties.  And whenever I turned to face them I
held a piece of clothing or one of my hands in front of my pussy so they
wouldn't get that on tape at least, just in case they forgot to erase it.
The next thing I tried on was a camisole which just went down to my waist
and would expose my pussy if I walked too fast or held my arms up, since I
couldn't find the matching panties.  "Maybe I'd better put some other
panties on, Jack.  This is a little too short.  Don't you think?" "No."
they both said.  "I can't see anything." Jack sat on the floor with the
camera, and said, "Ben, maybe you'd better help hold her up while she walks
towards me this time." I stepped into the shoes and felt the camisole ride
up a little.  Then Ben stood beside me and put his arm around me as we
walked towards the camera.  I felt him 'accidently' pulling it up as we
walked.  "Let me try on a couple more pairs of panties and then we have to
stop.  I stood just a foot in front of Jack and Ben who were on the floor
while I changed.  I was facing away from them but whenever I bent down to
put one foot in the panties I know they could see up between my legs - and
so could the videocamera.  I was enjoying their attention, though, and
didn't mind.  I was keeping up the front of modesty to some extent. "I get
to see the video, you guys.  And I'm going to make sure you erase it." I
warned them, on the edge of laughing. "OK, Miss Modesty.  Try walking over
here with your hands in front of you.  Then you can be sure we won't see
any of your virgin territory." laughed Jack. "One last walk so you can
video my legs, Jack.  And then we have to stop.  I still have to clean up
the kitchen and put this other stuff back.  Then I walked back and forth a
few times, naked now except for the high-heeled, black shoes and tried
unsuccessfully to keep my hands in front of my pussy.  Jack was still
sitting on the floor and all the lights were turned on as I walked towards
him and away from him several times.  My hands were almost back up to my
belly button while they videotaped my legs.  "My sister does have sexy
legs, doesn't she, Ben?" "She sure does." "I'll get dressed now, you guys.
Then I'll come downstairs to watch it with you." I got downstairs about ten
minutes later, wearing my cotton underwear and a T-shirt.  There were
several tapes on the floor, and one was playing which showed a close up of
my legs as I wobbled along in those high heels, and began changing panties.
The ground view shot of my pussy from behind was shockingly graphic.  "Hey!
I thought you weren't going to take pictures of me there.  You know -
between the legs.  And it looks like you didn't dry me off very good." We
could see the insides of my lips glistening as I bent over again with one
foot forward. "Let me back this up, Sue.  We'll erase all this.  Don't
worry.  We didn't mean to take a picture of your pussy." He rewound the
tape and pushed buttons faster than a magician.  Jack was always copying
videos for his friends, and had two VCRs stacked in the cabinet by the TV.
He was the only one in the house who knew how to work all the audio visual
equipment. The tape started rolling and I was wearing my first outfit of
the evening's style show.  It struck me funny, the way I was walking, but
my legs really did look sexy.  Then, as I turned, I could see the front of
my pussy.  "Stop." I said.  "Back it up and let me see that part again." A
few seconds later it was back to that spot again, and I told them to pause
it.  "See?  See why we have to erase this.  You can see it, can't you?" And
then I added, "It looks like there are a few light hairs growing on my
mound, doesn't it?" I watched as Jack pushed some buttons and the tape
started rewinding so I could tape over it while they were gone.  Jack told
me he had it all set up for me.  I thanked them for their help and then
hinted with a laugh that maybe they could help me get my armpits and so
forth shaved some other weekend.  The boys shuffled the tapes around and
left, taking a few movies with them, which they said were war movies they
might watch at Ben's house later before coming back home.  Jack promised to
look in on me before they went to bed, but it might be one or two in the
morning.  Both of them said they didn't mind helping me out and asked if I
was glad I let them help shave my legs since I didn't have any cuts. After
they left I decided to watch the tape again before recording over it.  My
legs did look cute, even though I couldn't walk too good in those shoes.  I
wanted to see the part where I tried to keep my hands in front of me as I
walked towards Jack at the end of our recording session. The tape stopped
long before it got to that part - and turned into some old movie which he
must have taped over.  What happened to the rest of the video?  Was this
just a copy of the first few minutes?  There was only about 3 minutes on
this tape and I know that the modeling session lasted lots longer than
that! There was the scene of me bending over changing panties.  What had
that sneaky brother of mine done?  I just hoped he had already erased it.