THE CLUB
Chapter 21

The next afternoon Marsha sat at the edge of Meg's property trying to muster the courage to go to the door. All the reasons why not to kept running through her head, but after about 15 minutes she stood and headed toward the house. She was still nervous and unsure, but knew if she didn't knock on the door nothing would happen.

She softly knocked. After a few moments with no answer she was going to knock again feeling she had knocked to softly for anyone to hear. Suddenly the door opened making her jump. It was Mark! "Um... Hi," she muttered. She hadn't expected him to answer the door for some reason.

"Hi, Marsha," he beamed. "What brings you here? ...not that I'm complaining."

"Um... Your sister... Ah... She said to come over..." Marsha stammered.

Mark then realized why she was there. "Um... She's in her room. I'll get her," he said, now feeling like a fool for not remembering. He turned, started away, then turned back. "Come on in. I'll show you where her room is."

He held the door and she walked in, pausing for him to take the lead, then followed him. Meg's door was closed, so he knocked. "Marsha's here to see you."

"Hi, Marsha," Meg greeted as she opened the door. "Come on in!" She walked into the room and Meg closed her door once more, leaving Mark awkwardly standing in the hallway. Not sure what he should do, he headed toward his room, but Meg's door opened again. "Mark, can we use your room in the barn?" Meg asked.

"Yeah... Sure..." Mark mumbled as he continued toward his room.

"Thanks! Can you get a bucket of hot water for us? Tell mom you're going to water the chickens or something, but make sure the bucket is clean," requested Meg.

"OK," Mark agreed as the two girls started down the stairs. Mark went into the porch, chose what looked like the cleanest bucket, washed it out in the sink, then filled it with hot water. Fortunately he wasn't seen. He couldn't imagine how he would explain using hot water for the chickens.

It only took a few minutes until Mark was climbing the ladder to his loft room. He walked in to see Meg and Marsha spreading a blanket over a hay bail they had dragged into the middle of the room. "Put the bucket here," Meg told him indicating a spot next to the bail.

Mark placed the bucket where Meg wanted it. For a few moments, the three just stood there before Meg spoke. "You gonna just stand there? Some privacy would be nice."

"It's OK. I don't mind if he stays," Marsha blurted before thinking.

"Well, if you don't mind dropping your pants in front of him, I don't care either," Meg commented.

"It's not like he hasn't seen me already," Marsha rationalized. In truth, she liked Mark seeing her, but would never admit that to Meg. Suddenly she became uneasy though. Mark seeing was one thing, but Meg watching her show Mark was something else.

"I guess... Well, take your pants off so we can get started," Meg suggested as she opened the small case she had with her. Marsha slowly undid her shorts and let them drop, stepping out of them, but then hesitated. "Um... You need to take your panties off too. Kinda hard to cut hair if it's covered," Meg laughed.

"I know," Marsha nervously giggled as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband. She now wished she hadn't opened her mouth, but, of course, it was too late now. While she still had a bit of courage left, she pushed her panties down, but modestly brought her hands together in front of her.

"OK, lay down on the blanket and I'll get started. Do you want just a trim or all the way?" Marsha just shrugged as she lay down on the bail keeping her legs together. "Put your legs on either side so I can trim. How about we do it all the way? It... um... looks like you've never trimmed. If you don't like it you can let it grow out," Meg added.

Marsha blushed slightly as she parted her legs. Meg took a pair of scissors and began to clip Marsha's full bush. At first Marsha just stared at the ceiling, but then looked over at Mark. He was watching intently. She wondered what it would feel like to have no hair. It had been a long time...

Meg quickly trimmed the hair close, then mumbled, "Now comes the fun part," as she wet her hand, wet Marsha's pussy, then squirted some shaving cream on it. After spreading the shaving cream around, she told Marsha to open her legs as wide as she could.

Marsha giggled as she opened for Meg. It looked like she had a white foam bikini on. Meg carefully ran the razor across, rinsed it, re-spread the shaving cream, then re-shaved. Marsha watched closely as Meg shaved. What was once hairy was becoming smooth skin again.

She looked up at Mark again. He was watching everything. Glancing down made her smile. He had an obvious erection. It was because of her. In her mind she imagined what it would look like. The distraction caused her to loose track of time. She thought she could see his cock pulsate occasionally as she watched.

"Done!" Meg announced as she took a washcloth and rinsed away the remaining traces of shaving cream. She grinned as she handed Mark a jar. "Spread some of this cream on her."

Mark, without thinking, took the jar. His mind was still mesmerized by the sight of Marsha getting her pussy shaved. He removed the cap, scooped up some cream, and began to rub it onto her newly shaved pussy. "That feels good," she whispered.

He suddenly realized not what he was doing, but the fact his sister was watching him do it, so stopped. He looked up at Meg as she asked, "Like it?" He nodded. "Not you, stupid. Do you like it, Marsha?"

"Yeah... It feels weird though. It sorta makes me feel like a little girl with no hair down there, but I like the way it looks. Do you like it?" Marsha answered.

"I do! It looks neat!" gushed Meg, admiring her work.

"Oh? Let's do you too!" Marsha suggested. A shocked look came over Meg's face and her jaw dropped. "I just did it and he's already seen you. What's the big deal? You said you liked it..." Again Meg hesitated and looked over at Mark. "He's seen you at the club and at home too," Marsha began, then realized she wasn't supposed to know about Mark's and Meg's other activities. Continuing, hoping Meg wouldn't pick up on what she said, added, "You said you liked it. Come on... It will be fun. If you're worried about Mark seeing you, I bet he'll let us see him too, if you want."

"No, that's OK..." Meg muttered, embarrassed about Mark showing himself to her in front of Marsha. Realizing she had backed herself into a corner, Meg reached for the waistband of her shorts. "This is just between us, OK? You won't tell anyone?" she questioned as she pushed her shorts and panties down to the floor and stepped out of them.

"No one will ever know, but they'll see you have no hair. They won't know we did it though," Marsha reassured. Meg took her place on the hay bale. "Bald?" Marsha giggled.

"Yeah... Why not!" laughed Meg.

Marsha immediately started working while Mark watched. In front of him were two pantless girls and their affect on him was obvious. His cock strained at the pants that held it prisoner. He was tempted to "remedy" the situation, but wasn't sure how the girls would react.

Meg was already trimmed, so shaving her took no time at all. Marsha sat back and admired her work. "Well, what do you think?" she asked Meg.

"You're right. It does feel weird, but I think I like it. You like it, Mark?" she grinned. Mark looked like the proverbial Cheshire Cat as his head bobbed in approval. Meg stood and motioned for Marsha to stand next to her. Both smiled as Mark starred at two bald pussies.

"Oh, shit!" Marsha gasped as she looked at her watch. "I'm supposed to be home in five minutes and no way can I make it that fast," she exclaimed as she grabbed for her panties and shorts, quickly slipping them on.

"Want me to walk with you?" Mark offered.

"I'd love it, but that would just make me later," Marsha gushed. "I'd better just go alone. Maybe next time," she added as she started down the ladder and quickly left.

"You really like it?" Meg asked, still naked from the waist down. Mark just grinned as he nodded. "Not me with no pants, stupid. Do you like me with no hair down there?"

"Yeah, I do. It's different, but I do like it," he complimented, making Meg smile.

"It makes me horny," Meg blushed. "It looks like you're a little horny too. I know you and Marsha are kinda a thing now, but do you want to do it with me? Well, not really do it with me, but watch me do me while you do you?"

He needed no encouragement. As his pants and underwear hit the floor, finally freeing their captive, Meg sat down on the hay bale and opened her legs. Both had their eyes glued on the other's sex as each coaxed their own climax. It seemed like only seconds before cum erupted from Mark's cock seemingly triggering Megs climax.

For the next few minutes both remained still and quiet, just looking at the other's crotch as their bodies settled back to a normal state. "Wow! I really needed that!" Meg finally laughed.