My sister Liz and I have always had to look out for each other. Our mother died when we were very young, and my father always had to work very hard to keep the money coming in, so we pretty much raised each other. When Liz was 16 and I was almost 18, she broke her right arm doing gymnastics. She had a gymnast’s body, petite but tight, fragile yet powerful. When she would wear her gymnast’s outfit, her perfect round ass could barely be contained by the fabric. She had beautiful blond hair that ran just past her shoulders, and her young B-cup breasts were perfectly perky and round. One morning as I was waiting for the shower, I heard Liz yell, “God damnit!” “What’s wrong Liz?” I called inside. “Oh, nothing Jeff I just cut myself shaving.” “Is it bad?” “No, it just stings.” “Can I come in?” “Just a sec, let me get dressed.” A few moments later. I opened the door to find Liz sitting on the side of the tub with her little pink razor in her trembling hand. Liz had always done an amazing job at shaving. I had never once in my entire life seen her with a hint of stubble on her legs and under her arms, and it was clear that she was frustrated with her inability to shave herself properly. Most of her leg was still coated in shaving cream. “I didn’t think it would be that hard,” she said, dejectedly, with a cute little pout on her face, “but my hand keeps slipping and it’s hard for me to get a close shave, never mind the fact that even if I figured it out I wouldn’t be able to reach my left armpit anyways. She had dressed in a tiny pair istanbul travesti of booty shorts that hugged her tight ass, and a tank top that displayed her shapely cleavage. It didn’t surprise me, most of her wardrobe was like this. She wasn’t slutty, but she knew her body and was comfortable in it. She only wore clothes that exposed her long smooth legs. “What can I do?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she looked down at her legs, “I could wear jeans, but I really don’t want to. I feel more comfortable with my legs out, but I can’t go out in public all hairy.” “Well, I could help,” I said nervously. I had to tread carefully, even though Liz and I were very close, we weren’t all that touchy, “I’ve still got two working hands, if you tell me what to do I could help you shave your legs, and I could get under your arms too if you want.” “I don’t know, wouldn’t that be kinda weird?” “If mom were here, she could help you, but she’s not. It’s me or dad, so what’s it gonna be?”She thought about it for a second, then slowly extended the razor to me, her lips trembling, her boobs jiggling ever so slightly. I took it and placed it at the top of her leg, right where her shorts ended, but she tapped me on the back of the hand and giggled, “Start at the bottom, silly. It won’t be a close shave if you do it that way. Haven’t you ever seen a girl shaving before, you must have at least seen it in the movies or something? If not, then surely you’ve seen me.” “Nope, never have. I like to give my little sis her privacy.” istanbul travestileri I moved the razor down to near her ankle, then started slowly stroking up her leg. “Good,” she said, “that’s better.” I continued to make my way up her long, slender leg, rinsing the razor in the tub, as she gently coached me on my handling of the razor, the length of the strokes, and the amount of pressure I put down. By the time I reached the cut off of her shorts, I was well versed in the intricacies of leg shaving. “Alright,” she said, “now the other one.” She extended her right leg out. It was procedure, of course, but it sure did look sexy. She grabbed a can of shaving cream and sprayed it out along her leg like whipped cream. Then she rubbed it in as best she could with her left hand. I reached out and helped her make sure all of her leg was covered. She flinched a little as my hand wrapped around her leg, but relaxed as I spread the foam delicately over her soft, feminine skin. I shaved her again, this time with less instruction, cleaning and caressing her leg with the little pink razor. Once I was done, Liz stood rubbed her hand down each leg, inspecting it to see if it met her standards of smoothness. Satisfied, she lifted up her left arm and nodded toward the shaving cream. I moved to spray the shaving cream into her armpit, but first I reached out my fingers and tickled her. She had always been ticklish, and her underarms were her biggest weakness. She doubled over in laughter and gasped travesti “hey! cut it out!” I stopped tickling and began to rub the shaving cream into her skin. She giggled softly at my touch as I coated the area. “Be sure to shave in all directions,” she said with an intoxicating smile, “the hair there grows all over the place, and I don’t want to see so much as a single piece of stubble left when you’re done.” I followed her instructions and soon her armpit was as clean as a whistle. Then she helped me lift up her caste and I got the right side too. For the rest of the week I came in every morning and helped her shave. She could have done some of it, but she said that it really helped when I did it and I didn’t question her. The next week, I came in to shave her and she said, “Do you mind if I take my shorts off?” “What for?” I replied. “I’d like you to shave all of my upper thighs. I hate having hair anywhere on my body, so not being shaved there is really bugging me.””I don’t see why not, it’s just underwear.” Liz stood up and I helped her out of her shorts. She was wearing plain black panties that were not particularly revealing. “Not one for lingerie, sis?” I joked. “I wore this for you, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable,” she said, awkwardly, “if you saw my favorite underwear, you might think I was growing up too fast.” This sent a thrill down my spine, and I felt my cock harden a little. This time when I shaved her, I shaved right up to the panty-line, and I let the razor touch the edges of her underwear. As the week went by, Liz started to run out of conservative panties. She really didn’t own many to start with, and it seemed she needed shaving more and more often. I found out that sometimes she shaved twice a day to keep up with the stubble and to ensure that she was absolutely hairless at all times.