He paused the game and stared at her with a frown. “I know those things are a pain in the ass, but you’ve been getting dressed without help for weeks. How hard can a swimsuit and flip-flops be?”
“Hello? Bikini. I can’t damn well shave my legs with casts on my hands.”
That explained the ‘bleed to death’ comment. “None of your friends can take the time to help you out? That sucks.”
“Tell me about it. I already called everyone and got a ton of excuses.”
“You didn’t ask me.”
He grinned to show her he was kidding. They’d lived together since their parents had married four years ago, and while he still fantasized about her, she’d made it crystal clear that she wasn’t dating someone living in her house. Not even someone unrelated to her. After seeing how prickly she could be, he quickly found himself coming to share her point of view.
She opened her mouth to snap at him, but froze before saying a word. The funniest look came over her face. “You know, that might work.”
He almost dropped the controller. “Say what?”
“I’m being serious. I don’t have a lot of choices. Will you?”
“Uh, sure.”
What kind of idiot wouldn’t want to get that close to a hot girl he saw every day, who usually insisted on running around the house in shorts that Daisy Duke would hesitate to wear?
She gave him the eye. “There will be no hanky-panky. I tell you what to do, and you do exactly what I say. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He held up his hands. “You’re the boss.”
“I know this is a huge mistake, but I’m out of options. Don’t make me kill you.” She stood up and headed for her bedroom without another word, gesturing for him to follow.
Her room was bigger than his was, which was sometimes annoying, but he could understand why. She had stuffed her closets full of clothes and shoes. Other stuff covered every flat space. She’d disabused him of the notion that girls were neater than boys were.
He stepped inside and eyed the familiar mess. Her dresser didn’t have a top, from what he could see. There was only a sea of bottles and tubes. More than any one person could possibly need. True, women’s makeup was a mystery, but seriously.
The bed was only a twin, but a queen wouldn’t have fit. A frilly pink comforter and dozens of stuffed animals covered the silk sheets.
She opened the door to her bathroom and stepped inside. “I’ll sit on the toilet. My razor is in the shower, with the shaving cream. You can start with my underarms, and if that works out, my legs.”
She took a deep breath and started tugging her blouse over her head awkwardly. Josh stepped up and tugged it out of her fingers, pulling it smoothly over her head, taking a quick moment to admire her bra-covered breasts while she couldn’t see him. With her arms over her head, they looked even bigger, which was saying something. Amy was seriously stacked.
Her eyes had narrowed when the blouse finally came off. “Were you staring at my tits?”
“Absolutely not. I’m a professional.”
“You’re a jerk, and of course you were staring. Eyes up.” She sat down.
He found the razor and shaving cream right where she said it would be and set them beside the sink. “Okay, give me the lay of the land. If this is anything like when I shave, you have certain directions that get closer to the skin.”
“I can’t see how you guys stand those thick hairs poking through your skin.” She shuddered and raised her arm. “Be careful. If I bleed, you bleed.”
He knelt down beside her, a process made more difficult by the boner tenting his pants. It was probably better for him if she didn’t see that.
He’d never examined a woman’s pit closely before. Her hair was short, looking like a delicate five o’clock shadow on her gracefully curved flesh. Her delicate feminine scent was making his dick as hard as an iron bar.
Noting the direction the hairs ran, he turned on the water, making it hot, but not scalding. The hairs scratched against his fingers as he dampened them and spread a little shaving cream.
The process of shaving her underarm was a lot more erotic than he expected. The soft sound of the razor, the smoothness of her skin under his touch. The swell of her breast right there in front of his face.
He used a damp washrag to clean her skin. A last run of his fingers only found a couple of spots needing a second pass. When he finished, he leaned far enough forward to see her face.
“How’s that?”
She looked a little flushed. Probably embarrassed. She stood up and examined herself in the mirror. “Better than I expected, actually. I’ll have to face the sink for you to get my other side.”
Her eyes locked on his crotch when he stood up, her eyes widening before she scowled at him. “Jesus! You’re turned on!”
“Seriously? You think I’m a saint? Of course I’m turned on! You’re hot, and this is sexy. Don’t worry. I’ll control my lust.”
He held her elbow while she sat down and repeated the process on her other armpit. When he was finished, he and his hand had an appointment.
Amy eyed him a bit uncertainly before standing up. He brushed her hands aside and undid her belt. “Just think of this as my reward for helping you out.”
Her eyes rolled, but she didn’t club him with a cast. “You are such a pervert. I’m your freaking stepsister and you want to undress me. You’ll probably run back to your room and beat off.”
His only answer was a smile. He undid the button to her jeans and slowly lowered her zipper, revealing a slice of heaven. In this case, heaven was a pair of silky black panties. He tugged her jeans until the fell to the floor, never taking his eyes off her.
“Hello? Eyes up here. It’s rude to stare at my underwear.”
He reluctantly moved his eyes to her face. “It’ll be hard to shave you without looking.”
She sighed. “Fine. I must be crazy. Stare all you want, just as long as you get busy.” She explained how best to cover her legs and leaned back to let him work.
He tried to focus on her legs, but his eyes kept darting up to her cloth-covered mound. The lavender scent of her body wash made his cock even more sensitive. He’d better be careful, or he might pop a load in his pants.
Her feet were unexpectedly dainty. He started at her calves and worked up to her knees. The higher he climbed, the easier it was to get lost staring between her legs. He could clearly see the outline of her pussy through the fabric. He noticed a slightly musky scent and wondered if that was her sex.
If he thought her armpits had been an erotic adventure, her legs were ten times better. The touch of her soft skin made his mouth water. The sound of her breathing seemed to match his heartbeat, which was racing. She would never admit it, but he thought this was turning her on.
Once he reached her knees, she had no choice but to spread her legs to give him better access. That brought her pussy into full view. He could see the shape of her lips through the cloth and the musky smell was stronger.
She reached down and tapped her mound with one finger. “Up periscope, perv. You’ve stared at the goods long enough. Shave.”
He had no idea how long he’d been staring, but it hadn’t been long enough.
Josh pulled her to the edge of the toilet so he could get all her exposed skin. The outer legs were interesting, but the fun started when he started on her inner thighs.
His position made him all too aware of how close his face was to her pussy. Close enough to imagine going down on her. And close enough to see the damp spot on her panties.
She was getting into it!
He enjoyed every second of shaving her upper legs, taking care to get every sensitive spot possible under his blade and then his fingers as he searched for rough spots. Her breathing definitely got a bit ragged when his fingertips brushed her mound. The wet spot got bigger, too.
She would probably be taking care of business later, too.
Josh paused while he considered that. The cast only left the ends of her fingers exposed. That would make it hard to reach where she would have to get, especially since she couldn’t bend her wrists. He didn’t think she could manage.