Maybe they don’t, you’re not interested in finding out.

“Maybe,” you said with mock shyness.

“In that case,” Emily smiled mischievously. She reached up and patted your head, “Good job, Big Brother.”

You gave your dick a few eager twitches. Emily giggled, and it was insanely cute. “I’m going crazy just touching you; what is going on? You’d think I’d been locked up for a month.” She was now giving you a firm long strokes. You knew how she was feeling, since she was literally feeling what you felt.

You’d known you had some rare kinks, else you wouldn’t have repopulated Amazonian milfs. You were quickly learning that ‘adoring little sister’ was on your list, or it was being added to your eclectic list.

“Emily?” You asked. She had closed her eyes and was clearly getting in the pleasure you were getting from a hand job. “Do you want… maybe I should… you know?” You gestured at her bottoms that was sticking out quite adorably.

“Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah,” she bit the side of her lower lip still stoking your member. You two moved to the bed. She dropped her panties and pajama shorts and straddled your waist. She had a tiny strip of black pubic hair, the rest was shaved clean. It was so hot. You reached out and ran your fingers over.

“Don’t be an ass; I know bushes are in this year, but you know I have nothing like Mommy’s thick bush, this is the best I can do.” Emily swatted at your hand.

This year? No. Now you remembered. She was right. Pubic hair styles were about as elaborate in this world as men’s facial hair had been. Emily was embarrassed by her thin bush, thanks in no small part because you had teased her about in a very big brother manner. You remember about 6 months after she had turned 18 you had pulled on her short hairs but there wasn’t enough to get a handful. You had made teasing remarks. That was probably why touching it now had upset her. Wow, other timeline you was an asshole.

“What? No, Em, you’re beautiful as you are, you could shave it all and still be one of the cutest girls in the world.” Part of you remembered how popular hairless pussies were before you changed everything, and how much the different styles were admired now. You had the good fortune of being to appreciate both worlds.

“Really?” Emily was suspicious but you could tell she wanted the affirmation.

“Absolutely! Hell, if you did go clean shaven I’d be happy to do it. I have my barber’s kit. It will be like a professional.” You’d had girlfriend in the old timeline that like to have you shave her, with hot towels and a straight razor no less. You’d know what you were about.

“Maybe, later,” she reached between her legs and lined your dick up with your pussy, and dropped on it. “Uhahahaha” she quivered sliding up and down on your cock. Her eyes rolled back. “Need…. Huh… I needed this.”

“Yeah,” you said and chuckled. “I can tell.”