After a time the massaging stopped. Then I felt the shaver placed against me. Slowly she shaved my pussy. I did not receive the smallest nick or cut as she tended to me. She took her time to make sure no hair remained and I did not have any discomfort. She at last laid the razor on the floor and took the towel and dried me. She took the hair remover and coated my pussy with it, making positive none of the chemical went inside me.
She left the floor and laid down next to me, showering me with kisses and telling me how beautiful my cunt was. I started to rise to see for myself but she held me down. “Wait a few more minutes and let the hair removal get rid of the stubble just below the skin the razor could not reach.”
Five minutes later she moved back to her knees between my legs. The water was now cool, but it still felt good as she washed me. The towel was used to pat me dry. “If I could paint a picture as beautiful and perfect as your cunt, it would push the Mona Lisa out of the number one spot,” she stated.
“Okay, I have to see,” I said to her.
Angelica reached to my dresser and picked up a hand mirror. I stood and she moved it so I could see my reflection. I am not an expert on pussies. I have seen mine, Angelica’s, and a couple in the dirty magazines Mom looked at once, but to me my pussy did seem beautiful. I could barely wait until it was played with the same way my tits had been, but I had to do one thing first. “Okay, Sis. It’s your turn to get a naked pussy.”
I put a new cartridge on the razor and performed the service to Angelica that she had done for me. A half an hour later when I gazed at the finished product, I understood what she meant when she said the Mona Lisa would fall to second place.
Angelica stood there, her legs spread wide, and I ran my fingers over her, sometimes touching her clit. “Hold yourself open,” I said.
She reached down and spread her pussy apart so I could see further into her. She was so pink and wet. She glistened from top to bottom and side to side.
I stood and faced her and we kissed, holding each other tight. At last we broke away.
“How do you want to do this?” she asked. “We can 69 or take turns licking each other.”
“Let’s do it one at a time. This first time I want to concentrate on licking and getting licked. After we know what to do and what to expect, we can do each other at the same time.”
“Who first?”
“Let’s flip a coin.”
There was a quarter on my desk I picked up. “Call it in the air,” I said.
“Heads,” she said as the coin spun in the air.
The coin landed in my palm, tails side up. “I win!” I shouted.
“Great. Lie down and let me go to town licking you.”
“No, I won. That means I decide who does what. You lie on your back and spread your legs wide. I plan to stick my tongue so deep into your pussy it will end up in your mouth, sitting on top of yours.”
At once Angelica obeyed my command. I did not go immediately to her pussy, but started with her lips, again kissing her and exploring her mouth. Her lips and tongue were as exquisite and tasteful as they were the first time. It was with great reluctance I left her mouth and moved to her tits. I comforted myself with the knowledge the further down I went, the better things would get. Her breasts were so firm. My fingers played with her nipples and were soon pushed away as my mouth insisted on taking over. While I sucked on one, the other was squeezed and gently twisted. I began to hear moans coming from my sister. Not wanting either boob to feel cheated, I occasionally switched. Her moans grew in volume.