For some strange reason I complied. Maybe I was thinking with my dick.
My sister did not seem bothered by my presence and began combing her hair. I sat on the edge of the bathtub in silence, pretending to wait but really admiring her. I could see her naked front quite easily in the mirror. She knew I was staring but pretended not to notice. She blow-dried her hair, brushed her teeth, and spread lotion on her skin all while I watched in secret arousal. Why was she letting me do this? Had she always known about my fantasies about her? Perhaps I had been careless, too obvious with my stares, or maybe she knew about the times I used to look through her underwear drawer.
Um," she started, pausing as if contemplating something. "I have to trim now."
Trim? Trim her beautiful pussy? Why was she telling me this?
Okay..." I said uncertain.