She wants him to look at her pussy

“I was wondering if you could take a look at my pussy for me.”

That made him sit up in shock. “Um, wait! Wha- What?” he exclaimed, nearly falling off the bed.

Seeing his panicked reaction, she sat up to sit on her haunches, talking calmly and reassuringly. “Look, let me explain. I shaved down there this morning and think I might have nicked a lip or something. Regardless, it hurt. I tried looking, but vaginas aren’t positioned in a way to allow girls to get an easy look.”

Like that made it better. Sure, he had caught glimpse of Amy’s pussy here and there over the years, she had even given him the occasional teasing glance after she had admitted she enjoyed his stares. But very rarely did they openly discuss their actions. Even now, it still gave him pause.

“Are… Are you sure that’s proper?” he asked, hesitant.

“Oh please,” she continued, rolling her eyes, “now that I’m being formal about it, you’re being shy? Look, just help me out and don’t make it weird, alright? I’m seriously concerned about this.”

When she saw that he wasn’t moving any closer, she gave him an uncertain look before a wild thought flashed through her eyes. She leaned over to his ears, and whispered seductively.

“You’re always staring at me all the time anyways. Think of it as getting a rare, close up look at my tight, little pussy.” She finished with a teasing smirk, pulling away and gauging his reaction.

When she put it that way, it did have a certain appeal. “Uh… Sure. Yeah, alright Amy, I’ll do it.” he replied, still unsure of the situation.

“Thanks bro! You’re the best!” she beamed before leaning back onto her pillow, her long dark hair billowing beneath her. She lay down on her bed, moving one of the smaller cushions under her pelvis. It raised her hips and brought her sex closer to his eye level. She then slowly opened her legs, giving him a better view of her private treasure as he approached to inspect his sister’s pussy.

Despite the small stubble around it, Amy’s mound look pure and feminine. Even with all the glances he took throughout the years, this was the first time he got a close up look at her sex.

It made him hard.

He reached out to touch it, but once again hesitated.

Amy has never had any qualms with him touching her, but he had never tried to touch her pussy before. Would she be weirded out by it? He didn’t think so, based on her request. Still, it might be best to play it safe. He tried his wish again, on the off chance the stupid thing decided to work.

“Amy,” he started, placing his hand on her inner thigh, “you’re okay with me touching you intimately.”

It wasn’t a question, but she replied anyway. “Well, I wouldn’t call this intimate, but if I had a problem with you touching my vagina, I wouldn’t have asked you to do this.”

That made enough sense to him. But still, he had hoped for more.

“That’s a fair point.” He continued. “Especially since you’re always asking me to play with your pussy anyway.” He quietly finished, his hand gently cupping her mound.

“I know,” she sighed, his soft touch sending small pleasures through her body, “but this time I only want you to check my shave job. Honest truth.”

“Although”, she added with a shaking voice, his fingers having started their familiar motions around her lower lips, “I wouldn’t be opposed to a gentle massage either. You know I love a happy ending.”

He rolled his eyes. She giggled in response.

Once he began, she closed her eyes; moaning as his index finger passing over her clitoral hood. She bit her lip and lost herself in his administrations.

Ignoring the slight stubble of her pubes, despite her close shave, Amy had thick pubic hair, John himself was lost in thought as his fingers worked from memory. Again, there had been no change here either. Maybe it was best to just give up on the wish. His reasons for asking for it were pretty selfish after all. Besides, Amy often asked him to come to her room and chat while he rubbed her pussy. Wanting more did seem a bit selfish when you already had that.

The siblings stayed in Amy’s bed, deep in their thoughts, while John's finger’s worked at his sister’s snatch. He never penetrated her, Amy had long ago made that boundary perfectly clear; in the end, they were still family. But, her wetness slowly started to grow and soon his hand was covered with her juices, allowing them to glide over her soaked lips with little effort. Occasionally he’d tease her clit, causing her to squirm and gasp. The whole thing made him harder in his shorts.

“John,” she moaned a little while later, “you’re supposed to be checking my shave job.”

“Don’t worry, you never have hair down here sis” he replied absentmindedly, his fingers exploring the familiar smoothness of Amy’s sex.

That much was true. As he traced her outer labia, he still marveled at how completely smooth his sister’s pussy was. He used his thumb to touch the area above her mound, silently wishing all girls were like her. Having lived with a sister who had not once grown any pubic hair, it was difficult getting used to the idea of a girl’s vagina being anything but bare.

He knew she was getting close when she started actively humping back against his hands, her hips slightly elevated off the pillow. She was biting a knuckle, stopping herself from crying out as he pleasured her. John never got tired of seeing his sister like this; it was part of the reason why he rarely turned down her offers to play with her pussy. He loved getting her off; watching her squirm and moan to his touch, barely able to contain her screams of passion, was often the highlight of his day.

It also helped that it turned him on beyond belief.

“Oh god, fuck John!” she moaned, her finger slipping free from her mouth. It instead went to grab one of her tits, which were still contained by her bra, oddly enough.

“You’re so much better at this than I am!” she exclaimed, her grinding hips matching his hand’s movements.

“That’s because I get you off practically once a day!” he replied with a grin, doubling his efforts on her soaked cunt. He started paying more attention to her aroused clit, sending visible shivers through her body. When you get someone off daily, you become really good at giving them endless pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled, unable to contain herself. “Fuck I’m cuming! I’m cuming!”

He felt her explode against his finger, her pussy pulsing as she soaked him and the pillow beneath her even more. Her entire body shook as muscles contracted and pleasure surged through her. She closed her eyes and was biting her lip in an effort to keep quiet.

John felt alive as his sister got off beneath him. He made circles on her clit, milking her orgasm for everything it was worth. While he never got to cum, bringing her pleasure was the only action he had been getting in recent months, and it always thrilled him to share this experience with Amy. It was part of what made them so close.

Soon enough she came down from her high, her body slick with sweat, making her glow. John gently slowed down what he was doing with his finger, gently decreasing the pleasure he was giving her. With how often he did this, he had become an expert at unwinding her after an orgasm. Once she had recovered, she started giggling; Amy always giggled after she came.

Eventually, she fully calmed down and closed her eyes with a deep sigh. He took this as his cue to leave, giving her one final rub before letting go of her soaked nether lips.

“Nooo!” she half moaned, grabbing a hold of his wet hand and moving it back to her sex. “Don’t stop, it feels too good.” Having nothing better to do, he wasn’t about to refuse.

The siblings stayed like that for a few more minutes; Amy humming happily as her brother massaged her satisfied pussy. As his fingers once again worked on auto-pilot, John was instead thinking back to his day. Despite all the fun he had with his sister, it still irked him that his wish had been so unsuccessful.

Lost in thought, an idea struck him.