My laptop was propped on my knees and I was halfway through a binge of James Bond movies when the front door banged open and let in a blast of humidity and the scent of wet sand.
And Mia, tracking both behind her. I didn’t need to look up to know it was my sister. Only Mia could make an entrance like that: towel slung over one tanned shoulder, duffel bag in tow.
At 22, my older sister looked every bit the beach volleyball player: 5’6″ of toned, athletic curves with long, sculpted legs, a narrow waist, and a round, firm ass that strained against her spandex shorts. Her dark brown hair, still wet from the ocean, clung to her neck and shoulders in wild, salty strands. But it was her face that always hit me hardest: high cheekbones, full lips, and those bright hazel eyes that could switch from playful teasing to pure mischief in a heartbeat. She was beautiful in that effortless, sun-kissed way that made it impossible not to stare.
But now something else caught my attention. She was cradling her right wrist.
“That looks bad,” I said, closing my laptop.
She dropped her bag and slumped onto the recliner opposite me, immediately propping her legs on the coffee table. “It’s not. Sprain, I’ll survive. We won, though. I even served the last point.” She was talking about beach volleyball, which she loved to play with her friends. She grinned, her teeth white against her tan, and then used her left hand to root around in the bag for a water bottle. She noticed my stare and stuck out her tongue. “Keep ogling, bro, maybe someday you’ll get a muscle like this.” She flexed her left arm, which, okay, was actually impressive for someone barely over five-foot-six.
I tried to play it off like I hadn’t been low-key checking her out. “Maybe I just forgot what a gym rat you are.”
Mia snorted, then swiveled in the chair, swinging both feet to the ground and staring at her bandaged wrist like it might heal faster if she glared hard enough. “Mom’s out, right?”
“Dentist.”
“Perfect.” She peeled off the wrap with her teeth, exposing a wrist that was puffy but not discolored. She wiggled her fingers, winced, and then immediately started scrolling through her phone with her left hand. “She’s gonna freak when she sees this.”
I shrugged. “Just tell her you blocked a spike with your face. She’ll think you’re a badass.”
“Right. Because last time she thought I was a ‘bullheaded idiot.’” Mia rolled her eyes, but she smiled at the memory. She flicked a glance at me, then back at her phone, and finally said, “Can you get me some ice?”
I tried not to act too eager, but truth was, I liked when she needed something. Mia was three years older and had always radiated this big-sister confidence that left zero room for coddling. That didn’t mean she didn’t like to be taken care of. She just liked pretending it was a hassle. I grabbed a Ziploc, filled it from the freezer, and wrapped it in a dish towel before tossing it to her.
She caught it with her good hand, then pressed the ice to her wrist and hissed. “Oh, fuck, that’s cold.”
“That’s the point,” I said, but my heart was in my throat, watching the way she gritted her teeth and set her jaw. Even in pain, Mia looked hot as always.
She held the ice for a minute, then looked over at me, her gaze lingering a beat longer than normal. “Can you do me a weird favor?”
My mind immediately went places it shouldn’t, but I said, “Sure, shoot.”
Mia shifted in the chair, looking suddenly sheepish, and that alone was weird enough to make my stomach drop. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then, with a whispery laugh, said, “Don’t judge, okay? I’m dying. My… you know, my bikini line? It’s a fucking disaster.”
I blinked. “Uh—”
“Like, you know how after a month it gets super itchy and you get razor burn and you can’t even walk straight?”
I did not, actually, but I nodded because I didn’t want her to stop. “Yeah?”
She let the silence drag out then exhaled, “I can’t use my right hand to shave, and the left is too clumsy. And I’m not walking around with a bush the size of North Dakota.”
I processed this. My ears buzzed. “So… you want me to…”
“Can you help?” She gave me this pleading look, half joking, half deadly serious. “Just the shaving part. Not the creepy part, perv. You can wear gloves or something if you’re scared.”
My entire body locked up. I tried to make a joke, but my voice came out two octaves too high, “I’m not scared. I just… I mean, it’s kind of—”
“Gross?” She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t look hurt. “You’re not five anymore. It’s just hair, Ethan.”
It was not just hair. Mia was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and not in the generic ‘my sister is a model’ way people say. She was athletic, but her body was soft in all the right places. I’d seen her in bikinis my entire life, but seeing her up close, really up close, was something else. My dick had already started to react before she’d finished her sentence. I tried to cover it with the pillow in my lap, but she noticed and snorted.
“God, relax,” she said, and for a second, she sounded exactly like when she used to tease me about girls in high school. “So, what will it be?”
“Alright, fine, I’ll help you.”
She beamed, blew me a kiss, got up, cradling her wrist, and walked to the bathroom. “Come!”
Rising to my feet, I trailed after her, heart pounding so hard I could barely hear my own footsteps.
She was already inside, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her legs crossed at the ankle. She’d kicked off her sneakers and was peeling off her sweaty socks. “You can close the door,” she said, voice light. “No one’s home.”
I pushed it until it clicked and turned to face her. She held out her right wrist. “See? Can’t even bend it.” She flexed, winced, and then looked me dead in the eye. “I mean, if you’re not okay with it, I’ll call Jolie. But she’s a dumbass and would probably think it’s a sex thing.”
Jolie was her bisexual friend. She absolutely would have thought it was a sex thing. “No, I, I’ll help,” I said.
She grinned, her face transforming from anxious to pure sunshine. “Knew you’d say yes.” She stood, pulled off her sports bra with her left hand, and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were small but perky, the kind that didn’t even jiggle when she moved. Her nipples were darker than I expected, almost the same color as the tan lines they peeked out from. She shimmied out of her shorts, revealing a pair of black bikini bottoms.
She saw me staring and laughed. “You want to get a good look before you start, or…?”
I knelt on the bathroom rug in front of her, trying not to hyperventilate. “Just making sure I get all the details,” I muttered, hoping it would pass as a joke.
Mia put both feet flat on the floor and scooted to the very edge of the tub. She hooked her thumbs into the bikini and peeled it off, tossing it into the sink. For a split second, she kept her knees pressed together, and then she parted them, slow and deliberate. Her pussy was framed by a wedge of dark, curly hair, not out of control, but definitely overdue for maintenance. Even then, I could see the edge of her lips, pink and plush, peeking out beneath the tangle. She looked down at me, eyes shining with amusement and something else … something sensual.
“Don’t freak out,” she said. “It’s just skin.”
I nodded, my hands shaking as I reached for the can of shave gel on the ledge. “You, uh, want to do the cream or should I—?”
She shook her head, then gripped the edge of the tub with her good hand. “You do it. You have better aim.”
I swallowed, then squeezed a blob onto my palm. The gel was cold and sticky, and it left a glistening blue sheen on her pubic hair as I smoothed it down. Mia’s thighs tensed under my touch, but she kept them open, even spread them a little wider. Her skin was warm and slightly damp, and I could feel the heat radiating off her in waves. I worked the gel in with careful fingers, massaging it through the thick patch above her slit and then down, using my thumb to gently spread the hair over her lips.
“Tickles,” Mia said, her voice thinner than usual.
“Sorry,” I said, but I didn’t pull away.
Her pussy looked even more beautiful up close. The outer lips were puffy and pink, the inner folds barely visible beneath the mound of hair. She had a tiny mole just above her clit. The whole thing glistened under the bathroom light, and my cock went hard.
I grabbed the disposable razor, snapped on a fresh blade, and angled it at the top of her mound. “Ready?”
“Do your worst, doc,” Mia said, then closed her eyes and leaned back, exposing her entire center to me.
I started slowly, careful not to nick her. The first pass took off most of the hair above her slit, revealing smooth skin underneath. I rinsed the blade in the sink, then went again, this time working lower, closer to the lips. Mia squirmed when the razor grazed her clit, but she didn’t tell me to stop. In fact, she parted her legs even further, giving me full access.
My hands were steady, but my cock felt like it might burst through my shorts. Every time I touched her, she gasped, the sound echoing off the tile. I tried not to focus on the way her lips glistened, but it was impossible. By the third pass, she was breathing hard, little sighs escaping her with each careful stroke.
“You okay?” I asked, my voice a rasp.
She nodded then bit her lip. “Just… weirdly sensitive.”
I worked lower, gently stretching her skin to get every last bit. I used two fingers to part her lips, then ran the razor over the outer folds. Her clit peeked out, shiny and swollen, and for a second, I lost all sense of time. I wanted to touch it with my tongue, wanted to see what kind of sounds she’d make if I did, but I kept my cool and finished the job. When I was done, her pussy was perfectly smooth, every fold and curve exposed.
I rinsed the razor, then grabbed a warm washcloth and wiped away the excess gel. Mia watched me the whole time, her hazel eyes locked on my face. I could feel her stare drilling into me, and when I looked up, she didn’t look away.
“Well?” she said. “Am I presentable?”
I nodded, my throat tight. “You look… yeah. Perfect.”
She ran her fingers over the smooth skin then grinned. “Wow, you did a better job than I’ve ever done myself.”
“I could… help again, if you want,” I said, only half joking.
Mia’s eyes flicked down to the obvious bulge in my shorts, then back up. “Looks like you enjoyed it more than I did.”
I blushed but didn’t try to hide it. “Sorry, I can’t really help it.”
She leaned forward, her breasts hanging free, and traced a finger over my cheek. “You know, you did such a good job, little bro…” She hesitated, then said, “If you want to taste it, you can.”
My brain went blank. “What?”
“You heard me. Lick it if you want. It’ll be our little secret.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. For a second I just stared at her, my own sister, naked on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread, her freshly shaved pussy glistening under the bathroom light. It was perfect, smooth, pink and slightly swollen from the attention I’d just given it. Her outer lips were plump and soft, the inner folds a delicate shade of rose, already slick with arousal. Her clit peeked out, small and shiny, begging for attention.
I leaned forward, placed my hands on her smooth thighs, and pressed my face between her legs.
The first taste was warm, sweet and slightly tangy from the beach and her natural scent. I dragged my tongue slowly up her slit, enjoying every inch of her smooth skin. Mia gasped sharply, her good hand flying to the back of my head.
“Oh fuck… Ethan…”
I licked her again, slower this time, parting her lips with my tongue and exploring her folds. She was soaking wet. I circled her clit gently then sucked it between my lips, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Mia’s thighs trembled around my ears and she let out a shaky moan that went straight to my cock.
“Yes… just like that, little bro,” she whispered, her voice husky. “You’re so good at this.”
Encouraged, I buried my face deeper. I licked broad, flat strokes from her entrance up to her clit, then pointed my tongue and pushed it inside her tight hole. She tasted even stronger there, rich and addictive. I fucked her with my tongue, slow and deep, while my nose rubbed against her clit. Mia’s hips started rocking against my face, chasing the pleasure.
I pulled back slightly, replacing my tongue with two fingers, sliding them inside her while I sucked hard on her clit. Mia’s back arched and she cried out, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.
“Oh, Ethan! Right there… don’t stop…”
Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside her. I alternated between sucking her clit and licking long stripes up her slit, occasionally dipping down to tease her tight little asshole with the tip of my tongue. Every time I did, she jolted and moaned louder.
I was lost in her. The smooth, silky feel of her freshly shaved pussy against my tongue, the way her juices coated my chin, the soft, desperate sounds she made, it was better than any fantasy I’d ever had about her. My cock throbbed painfully in my shorts, leaking pre-cum, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to make my big sister cum.
Mia’s breathing grew ragged. Her thighs started shaking around my head. “I’m close… so fucking close,” she panted. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
I doubled down, sucking her clit hard while pumping my fingers faster. I looked up at her, her head was thrown back, mouth open, breasts heaving. My older sister was falling apart.
With a loud, broken cry, Mia came hard. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, flooding my mouth with her juices. I kept licking her through it, gentle but relentless, drawing out every wave of her orgasm until her legs were trembling uncontrollably and she was pushing weakly at my head.
“Too much… fuck, Ethan… you’re gonna kill me…”
I finally pulled back, my face shiny with her arousal. Mia looked down at me, flushed and dazed, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her face.
“Fuck, Ethan. You should go pro.”
I wiped my mouth and tried to catch my breath. “Anytime, princess.”
She snorted and flicked me on the forehead. “You’re such a dork.”
She stood, stretched, and then wrapped a towel around her waist. Before she left the room, she looked back at me, smirking. “If my wrist still sucks tomorrow, you’re on repeat duty. Got it?”
I nodded, already imagining it.
She left, leaving the bathroom filled with her scent and my own shaking hands. I sat back on my heels and stared at the empty tub, wondering how the hell I’d gone so many years without realizing I wanted my sister more than anything in the world.
And how I was ever supposed to go back to pretending I didn’t.
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