The day that my sister Liz got her cast taken off, was a day of mixed feelings and new opportunities. For the past couple months while her arm was healing, Liz hadn’t been able to shave, and since our mother wasn’t around, the job had fallen to me. Shaving was so personal to Liz, such a part of her identity as a now 16 and a half year-old woman, that keeping it separate from her sexuality was impossible. And so, as her little pink razor in my firm hand traveled up her leg, I traveled deeper and deeper into her growing sexual needs. When I at last made it to her pussy, all her resolve, all her dignity had faded, and she melted under my touch. I had shaved her, and she belonged to me. But things were different now. Now that she had use of both arms again, I no longer had a reason to visit her in the bathroom anymore. I shaved her because she needed me, because I was her brother, because I knew I was helping her, improving her appearance and her sexual confidence. Yes, I ate her out, but only because the allure of her shaven pussy was too much to bear, too much to resist. I often hoped that she would reciprocate, but it seemed the deal only went one way. As soon as I had finished with her pussy, she would always do the same thing- pull her panties up, tucking them carefully but deliberately into her cameltoe, and then walk out of the room, her perfect ass moving gracefully back and forth. Now that the deal was off though, the rules had changed. I knew I couldn’t approach her about our arrangement. Any talk of our adventures outside the bathroom was strictly forbidden. Outside of that room, we were a normal, platonic brother/sister pair. If we talked about shaving, it would ruin our istanbul travesti relationship, and we would start to see each other differently. So when the doctor took that cast off, it was a big day for both of us. It was the day we would see if we could survive, without her razor to connect us. For several days after the cast came off, Liz made no sign of breaking our unspoken agreement. Every morning she would walk out of the bathroom, her legs shining and clean, without a hint of stubble under her arms, as perfectly shaved as she had always been. I didn’t see what was underneath her short skirts and shorts, but I imagined it was just as smooth and beautiful.But then, one morning, as I was waiting patiently outside the bathroom for my turn, I heard Liz call softly “Jeff, can you come in her for a sec?” “Sure, what’s wrong?””Just come in.”I shrugged and opened the door. As soon as I walked in my jaw dropped. Liz was completely naked, sitting on top of the sink counter, with her leg outstretched and coated in shaving cream, and that little pink razor resting gently against her bare pussy, which was just beginning to show the slightest sign of stubble, something I knew Liz would not stand for. I shut the door quickly and perhaps a little too loudly. Still, dad slept like a rock after his long hours of work, and nothing would wake him except the smell of breakfast, so I figured we were fine. Liz gave a little start, and as she did so did her perfectly round B-cup breasts. “Liz,” I whispered. “What are you doing?” “Will you please shave me?” she pleaded, pouting her lower lip. “You can do it yourself now, you don’t need me.” “But I do,” she moaned. istanbul travestileri “It’s not the same any more. When you shaved me, you made my body yours. You can’t take that back now. I keep myself hairless because it’s proper for a girl and I can’t stand to be hairy, but it’s so much better when you do it, when you clean me and cleanse me, and then you lick me, it’s just perfect, I feel, I feel so, so, so special, like I belong to someone.” I was trembling, I could barely resist her invitation, but I knew I had to, otherwise I would forfeit any other opportunities. Things couldn’t go back to the way they were, I had to win the upper hand. “So, you want me to make your body mine,” I said, slowly. “Yes,” she breathed, “I want you to take me with your razor, to own me with each stroke.” “If I make your body mine when I shave it, then I should be able to do with it as I please,” I countered. She gasped softly and slid back on the counter, retracting her leg back to the protection of her body and grabbing up the razor from between her legs. “You mean, you want to fuck me? But we’re siblings!” “I’ve licked your pussy every day for quite a while. I don’t think you can play the sibling card anymore.” “That was different. You were just pleasuring me, finishing the job. You didn’t enter me.” “But you want me to own your body?””Not that way. I want to be yours to give or take away, to cleanse and to cherish and to have, but not to fuck.” “I don’t need to fuck you,” I said, finally. “But, if I’m going to do you a favor when you really don’t need one, then you’re going to have to repay it.” I looked at her lips, her cute, pouting lips, already glistening travesti with her deep red lipstick, and imagined them engulfing my cock. I smiled to myself. “That seems fair,” she said, uncrossing her legs, making herself vulnerable for me again. “Fucking would be weird, but sucking on your dick wouldn’t be any different than you eating me out.””Wait a minute,” I said. “I’m doing you two favors, and you’re only doing me one. I’m shaving you, and I’m eating you out. Those are some pretty big gifts for a brother to give. So I have some demands. First-” I said, snatching up the razor, “this is mine now. You’re not going to use it anymore, so I don’t see why you would need to own it. This means that I determine when I shave you, how I shave you, and what parts of you I shave. Second, when we are outside of this bathroom, we don’t talk about this, ever. We’re brother and sister, not boyfriend and girlfriend, we’re doing this to help each other out, to give each other pleasure, not because of any kind of romantic relationship. We will both date and fuck whoever we please. Third, and finally, when we are in this room, and I am shaving you, you will answer any questions I have for you, of any kind, completely and honestly.” “Can I ask you questions?” she said, with a tone of honest curiosity. “No,” I replied. “You are not shaving me, and I don’t want you to, so the razor and the honesty are the concessions you give me for this favor.””Fine,” she said cheerfully, and she extended her leg back out again. “Let’s get started then.” I started moving the razor up her left leg, gently gliding up the skin, removing every last trace of hair so that it was if it had never grown. “First question,” I started, “do you masturbate?” “What a stupid question,” she giggled and her tits bounced. “Of course I do, everyone does.” “How? And how often?” I kept the razor moving, skillfully shaving both sides of her leg. “Before you started shaving me, I would do it every day after I shaved.