Only to help ;)

I jumped and threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my surprised squeal. My whole body shook as I was overwhelmed by the conflicting thoughts in my head. Why was I so upset about my body hair? It had been there for years but all of a sudden it disgusted me to my very core. I knew it shouldn’t, but that didn’t stop the thoughts from forming. KNOCK KNOCK, “Seriously are you okay in there?”

“Yyyyeah steph, I’m good.” I tried to keep my voice even, but it shook despite my best efforts. The door swung open and my hands jumped instinctively to cover my modest manhood as I turned with a start. “Stephanie! I’m trying to shower!”

She stepped forwards and stroked my cheek lovingly as she stared me in the eyes, causing me to get lost in her bright green eyes. “What’s wrong? I’m sure I can help, just tell me...please.”

She had never said please to me before in our whole lives, and the genuineness in her tone, with the intense eye contact, made me yearn to trust her. Before I could think better of it, I whispered to her, “I can’t stand this disgusting body hair, but I don’t know why.” Once again, shame burned through my body at the admission. To make matters worse, she didn’t even look surprised to hear it, like she had known all this time and was just waiting for me to catch up. A part of me was screaming not to trust her, that all of this was somehow her fault and that she would **** me with this information, but it was too quiet to win against her gorgeous eyes.

Her eyes turned hungry and she seemed to fighting something within herself as her gaze roamed my wiry frame. The hand on my cheek slowly fell down my body, leaving a trail of sparks running beneath my flesh, until it cupped my ample ass. Her touch seemed less unpleasant than normal there, but I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to stop. Many thoughts battled for supremacy in my mind, until stephanie moved her mouth closer to mine and kissed me hungrily.

In my mind, I pushed her away and told her this was wrong, but in reality, my mouth opened to welcome her tongue into my waiting mouth. She quickly took control and pushed me against the bathroom wall and her tongue easily overpowered my own. My cock hardened instantly and just as I was getting ready to truly reciprocate, she pulled back with a line of spittle connecting us. We both panted and stared at each other with lust in our eyes, but a semblance of sense returned to me, allowing me to say, “This is wrong steph, you’re my sister!”

She smiled at me, her playful look promising she knew my resolve would weaken enough soon...and I knew it too. But for now she relented and grabbed a bottle from under the sink. “Come here Jen-john.”

Hesitantly, and now with both hands covering my erection, I walked up to her, where she proceeded to rub a strange cream all over me. A slight burning sensation ran through my body and my sister walked out, only adding, “shower. Now.” As she reached her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

This time I made sure to lock the bathroom door before anything and I stepped under the hot water, watching my body hair flow down the drain as the water washed the cream off of me. Silent tears flowed down my cheek as the conflicting thoughts raced back into my mind, I mix of happiness and sorrow at the loss of my hair, shame and pride, worry and excitement. The only winner it seemed to me, was that bitch stephanie.