“Can I come in?” She entered before he had a chance to answer. The hangover together with what his sister was wearing slowed his response. She was wrapped in a bath towel. The fluffy white terry cloth covered her tall slender body from just above her breasts to just a couple of inches below her crotch. Her wet hair, now black, was swept to the side to rest on one perfect, porcelain shoulder. A picture of her like this in a catalog would sell a lot of towels.
“Sure come on in, talk quietly though?” he whispered, “Headache. Bad headache.”
She grinned. “Too much fun last night?”
He nodded slowly, squinting his eyes.
“I have another favor to ask. In your weakened condition maybe it’s not a good idea,” she said cryptically. She turned to leave.
“What is it?” he asked before she got to the door.
“It’s pretty crazy.”
“Crazier than yesterday?”
“Yeah. Okay, try not to freak out, but I could really use your unbiased opinion on something.”
“Sure.”
“I need you look at my… stuff.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“My hoo-hoo,” she resorted to the word they’d used as kids.
“Why on earth…” He sat up in his bed and the blanket fell away. He was bare-chested. He noted that his sister’s eyes darted down over his well-defined stomach and chest.
“Doctor Nelson offered to do any plastic surgery I want on my… stuff… when he does my breasts tomorrow.”
“Wow, sis this is… this is…”
“Come on, you’re the only one I can ask!”
“Why do you want to know what I think about that?”
“You want the list of reasons? Okay, first, you’ll be honest ’cause you’re not trying to get in my pants. Second, you’ve probably seen more of these than I have so you can make a decent comparison. Third, and don’t get a big head about this, but you’re kind of in my target demographic – you know, ‘cute college boy.’ Fourth, and most importantly, you can keep a secret.”
“That was a lot of reasons.”
“I like to think I’m a reasonable girl,” she smirked, twirling a bit of her damp dark hair in one finger.
“Ha ha. All right, I guess if this what it takes to keep you from having your privates hacked to bits, I’ll have a look.”
“Really?”
“I’ve already seen quite a few…” he paused, “… hoo-hoos.” He suppressed a grin at the silliness of her word choice. “And as a nurse I guess I’m destined to see hundreds more. I’ll just add this to the list.”
“Thanks bro.” She took as step back and leaned back against his desk, her hands sliding to the bottom of her towel. “Ready?”
Winston sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. “As ready as I can get.”
Jess started giggling.
“OK, why are you laughing?” he asked.
“Sorry, I think I’m just a little nervous. Plus you should see your face. You’re about to see your sister’s cooter and you have this incredibly serious expression on.”
“I’m trying not to think about it that way. I’m trying to be clinical. This is my clinical face.”
“Oh, gotcha. Well, here goes.” Jessica slowly lifted the towel until her small, barely-furred sex came into view. She had shaved most of her pubic triangle. The little bit of hair that was left was close trimmed short. Her labia were tiny and the same delicate pink color as her nipples. Like the rest of her, Jess’s adorable little pussy was essentially perfect. Winston stared in admiration, the image burning into his brain.
He was quiet too long. Jessica fidgeted. “Well?” she asked, looking down at herself.
“Don’t change a thing,” he whispered.
“You sure?” she leaned back further against his desk and hunched herself forward. Her entire sex was visible now. Incredibly, she reached a hand down and spread her labia open for him to see. The bared pink flesh inside was smooth and delicate and deeper pink.
Winston’s heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry. “Positive.”
She looked up from her crotch to her brother. “You can’t see from all the way over there. Come closer, I don’t have any cooties.”
Winston, hypnotized by his sister’s display, pushed forward to the end of his bed where he laid down on his stomach and propped his head with his hands. He was about three feet from his sister’s bare sex.
“So, nothing needs fixing?” she asked. “They can, you know, shrink lips and stuff. Do I need it?”
“Not in my opinion.”
“What about that freckle?” she pointed to a small dark circle in the delicate curve where her thigh met her groin.
“You’ve always had that freckle.”
“You remember my freckle?”
“Sure, when you were like four years old, you went through a phase when you liked to run around naked in the backyard. Mom and Dad kept checking you for ticks and commenting on your freckle. I don’t know, it stuck in my head.”
“I was thinking about letting them remove it with a laser.”
“Keep it. It’s cute.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. So nothing needs to change at all?”
“Nope.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Hold on,” she turned around quickly to bend at the waist, placing one hand on his desk. She thrust her bare ass at him, closing the distance between them to barely two feet. She looked at him over her shoulder. “How about from this angle?”
It was a more wanton pose than Winston was prepared for. Her ass was mostly obscured by the towel she still wore, but he could see the unbroken vertical line of her pussy lips disappear beneath its cloth. If anything, the partial coverage made this perspective more provocative. “Still good,” he choked out.
“Wait a second, lemme get this out of the way.” She abruptly stood and pulled the towel off, dropping it to the floor. She was now entirely nude. She bent over again, this time well beyond perpendicular until her shoulder touched his desk. She was looking back at him through the space between her long lean ivory thighs. She slid her feet outwards until they were more than shoulder width apart. She went up on tiptoe and the sleek muscles of her hamstrings and her little heart-shaped buttocks played beneath her flawless, pale skin.
Her, well, her everything was on complete display. Absurdly, she was still all business. “Okay, you said ‘good.’ Now, is that ‘good’ as in ‘OK’ or ‘good’ as in a guy will get crazy hot when he sees me like this?”