Family Tradition
"There's no official name for the irrational fear of pubic hair that my mother suffers from, but the fact that no name exists does not exclude its existence. We had come to call it PHT, which stood for Pubic Hair Tirade.
"If a pubic hair was detected in our undergarments or upon the floor or porcelain in the bathroom, such a furious rage resulted that it shook us to the bottom of our very souls. After the initial outburst of anger mother's foul mood would darken the remainder of the day.
"If we were lucky the discovery was made after the setting of the sun, but as fate often dictated it occurred at its very onset and we fearfully avoided her until night fell yet again.
"Oddly, as long as the pubic hair remained attached to its host, it caused no stir. But once detached, in my mother's mind it was suddenly transformed into an evil entity of such wicked proportion that it triggered a fierce rage like no other.
"Our father had learned in the early going that it was easier to simply keep his crotch shaved. Fortunately body hair in other areas never presented itself. After puberty the same realization also offered us salvation from the frequent PHTs.
"My sister and I took up this habit weekly. On Friday night first she, then I, would inhabit the bathroom and shave the offensive curls from our bodies. As we performed this chore father would lure mother from the house with tempting offers like dinner out, a movie, or shopping.
"Why the curls of protein were so offensive escaped us but the blade that removed them was our savior. After the ritual was performed, we both very carefully cleaned all traces and removed them from the home. Peace prevailed when this was done, for other than that curious fear our mother was all a child could want.
"Even though we grew and entered college, as long as we remained under the same roof we repeated the weekly tradition. But on my twentieth birthday, when my sister eleven months my junior asked what she could do to help me celebrate, I suggested she shave me.
"It was a strange request, I know, and I had meant for it to be taken as a joke. The fact that the thought occurred to me at all revealed a dark desire I never knew existed. Long suppressed, it had finally surfaced.
"You can imagine my surprise when she consented in a voice that made it appear to sound like a perfectly normal suggestion. Or was she reacting to it as a joke and simply playing along? The latter seemed to be most likely so it quickly slipped my mind.
"When Friday arrived father took mother out to clear the way for our shaving. Heather used it first as I finished working on a writing assignment. When she emerged a short while later and approached me at the kitchen table she announced that the bathroom was available.
"When I glanced up from my laptop computer to thank her, what I saw shocked and silenced me. What stood before me was an incredibly beautiful sight. Heather wore not even a single stitch of clothing, and proudly revealed the natural blessings nature had bestowed. How she had escaped my attention to this point I am unable to explain, but I took notice now.
"Since she worked part-time at a tanning salon all parts of her were evenly bronzed. This provided a striking contrast with her hair so blonde it was almost white. Normally she wore her hair loose, but now it was nicely styled and held in place with hair clips. Her cute, radiant face appeared to be glowing more than normal. Those piercing green eyes silently beckoned. A slight smile was on her full lips, and they glistened beneath the overhead fluorescent light.
"I swallowed hard and continued to admire my sister in a new light. My penis stirred, for her naked beauty was stimulating. The two supple mounds were magnificently firm, so much so that the large nipples stood at an angle slightly higher than horizontal. Even with no support an enviable cleavage was formed. My penis stiffened slightly as my heart now rapidly beat.
"Heather had a flat stomach, and a gold ring adorned her belly button. For some reason that excited me further, and now my penis grew larger and pressed against my pants. Luckily she could not possibly be aware of my reaction as the table kept it from view. Her hips had all the right curves, and when I lowered my gaze to her thighs they parted and displayed her hairless pussy.
"I swallowed hard a second time and licked my suddenly dry lips. I could see the mound that gently sloped upward below her belly, and then rapidly descended. Two round lips hid a valley of pink that I knew to be inside. My member was fully hardened and it pulsated eagerly, straining to seek the object of my long-hidden desire.
"She wished me a belated happy birthday and gestured for me to join her. I looked down and the bulge in my pants was far too obvious. When I hesitated she admitted that she, too, was excited but in a far less visible way. When I refused to budge she closed the distance between us, glanced down, and declared that now that it had been seen there was no longer any shame in revealing it.
"Somehow I found a strange logic in her statement and reluctantly stood up.
"Her right hand guided my left between her thighs. She explained it was only fair that if she could see my excitement, then I should feel hers. I was aghast and unresponsive, and so her fingers worked the tip of mine between the folds and I felt the wetness she had indicated. Once her point was made I felt much better and we both proceeded to the bathroom.
"Heather insisted that I remove my clothing as she had done. I did so as she watched, and her eyes adored me as intently as I had her. She lingered upon the vision of my swollen penis and sighed in wonder as she claimed it to be more beautiful than any other she'd seen. I suspect that her words were more complimentary than deserved, but they inspired me to new heights.
"I positioned myself on the edge of the bathtub in a sitting position with my knees parted, and she settled between them. A small glass stand close by was home to a box that contained shaving supplies. It was open, and from this box a jar of cream and razor was withdrawn.
"The lid to the cream was opened, and her long, soft fingers removed a small amount from the top. I softly moaned when her fingers applied it first at the periphery of my crotch, and slowly spread the cold paste closer to my balls.
"Her fingers returned to the jar several times. I noticed she seemed to be delaying the task, and smiled as if she was intentionally teasing me. Her tender rubbing worked me into such a state of frenzy that my penis threatened to explode. It pulsated painfully. I'd never felt such a thing before. My balls were full of semen and I felt it beginning to rise. Yet just as I was on the verge of climax she seemed to sense it, and used that time to dip her fingers into the jar again. This allowed me time to regain some control.
"A part of me wanted to embrace the pleasure for which I hungered, yet I also wanted to prolong the intense delight. So special was this moment that I never wanted it to end. How much time had been wasted if only I had mentioned such a thing earlier? I was almost relieved when she reached for the razor, as it provided a moment for me to collect my thoughts and steel my resolve.
"Her fingers possessed a skill I myself had not yet achieved. The blade drifted over my pubic hair and not once was my skin irritated. The stubble seemed to be magically removed. Her dexterity and the love with which it was used was a new form of art.
"When cream remained only on my balls, she glanced up at me and produced a heart-warming smile. Her hands reached up and released the clips that held her hair up. She shook her head and the silky blonde-white hair spilled down over her back and shoulders. It was an ordinary thing really, but at that moment and in that setting, it added an erotic touch and electricity filled the air.
"This time she teased in a way previously unimagined. How had she mastered this art as well? Or perhaps my lack of experience merely gave it more credence than it deserved. This time Heather placed her closed mouth upon my head. I could feel her pearly white teeth upon my tip. At the same time as the blade slowly sliced a path of hair from the underside of my balls her teeth parted and scraped over my round tip and down the sides. When the teeth reached the shaft they reversed direction, and dragged back up to the tip.
"It produced an incredible surge of excitement within me. My entire body tensed, and my hands desperately grabbed for the bathtub edge for support. My semen once again began to rise, but the stimulation was again too brief to bring me to what would have been an intense climax. The razor returned to my balls, but her mouth did not return to my penis. Not this time, anyway.
"My heart sank when I looked down and realized the task was almost complete. A single swipe was all that remained. Would she leave me in this miserable condition? Was she herself as aroused as I, for as she so cruelly teased me did she not do so to herself?
"She placed the razor at the base of my balls and placed a hand around my stiffened shaft. She moved it into a position that facilitated removal of the last remaining hair and looked up at me. There was incredible passion in those sparkling green eyes. And love. I sensed the warmth of the powerful emotion. Yet there was more in her gaze, and I briefly wondered what else was going on in that devious mind. The answer came quickly.
"The razor completed the final swipe. Heather placed the blade back into the box and closed the lid. As I watched on hopefully her mouth descended upon my erection in a swift and devouring fury. She placed her hands palms down on my thighs as her mouth opened and took me inside. At first her lips and teeth playfully assaulted my sensitive head. A moment later her tongue lightly fluttered over it as well. The hot wetness of her mouth truly delighted me.
"I felt pleasure the likes of which I had never before known. Strong waves of tingling warmth filled my entire body. My body tensed and my toes curled as the semen was drawn from the sacs that confined it. Her mouth descended fully, and I felt myself bumping at the back of her throat. Her mouth rapidly moved up and down, licking and sucking the entire time. After all I had endured my body was more than ready for release; which is precisely what happened.
"Again, she possessed an inherent sense of my condition. At the exact point of my ejaculation her mouth hungrily devoured my full length. As my smooth round tip rammed into her throat I climaxed. Intense pleasure grasped my body, and I jerked in spasms of wondrous delight. I grunted aloud as a wildebeest and my semen gushed forth.
"Heather didn't stop for she knew how to extend the orgasm. Her mouth withdrew so that only my tip remained inside, and as she wickedly licked and sucked her soft fingers vigorously stroked my still-hard shaft.
"My body twitched a second and third time as she skillfully coaxed the very last drop of milky seed from its home. I sat there breathlessly heaving and gently pushed her away, for my head had now become so sensitive that the contact grew unpleasant.
"When I looked down I fully expected to be greeted with a mess, for I knew I delivered more this time than any other. But the only evidence of my orgasm was a small milky drop that clung to the left side of her mouth, and as I watched she caught it with the tip of her tongue and drew it into her mouth.
"She whispered happy birthday, and removed herself from between my legs and stood up. My eyes followed her, drawn to the flesh between her legs, for that was what I really lusted.
"Heather suggested that I remain and rest, at least for a few more moments. She cautioned that I would need the energy. And then before leaving the room she revealed that our parents hadn't simply left for dinner, but for the entire evening. Her last comment before disappearing from my view was that I could have her completely, if I could find her.
"Hide and seek had always been our favorite game. Her announcement made it all that much more exciting. I did as she asked and rested for a short time. Not only to regain strength, but also to allow my balls to manufacture what I so anxiously wanted to plant deeply inside her belly.
"There was no searching necessary. For as surprising as I discovered her to be, she was equally predictable. Heather had always found solace in closets. She enjoyed the dark silence and utter isolation. It was her favorite place to hide from the surrounding world.
"And so I walked to her bedroom and observed the closet. It was not deep, but long. Six solid-panel folding wooden sliding doors enclosed it, hiding the confusion of clothing inside. The first door was slightly ajar in silent invitation.
"I stepped forward and pulled the door along its track and entered. I carefully closed the door and resealed the cavity, returning it to total darkness. My hands blindly reached forward and parted the sea of hanging blouses. I anxiously burrowed to the rear, filled with forbidden excitement.
"And that was when I smelled sex and heard an insistent squishing sound of fingers upon moistened flesh. She was preparing herself for me, or perhaps had grown too aroused to wait. I descended to my hands and knees and followed the sound which betrayed her location.
"The attraction to that smell was as undeniable to me as blood to a shark. I sensed her presence and heard whispered groans of womanly delight. My hands reached out and touched something warm. I looked with my fingers and found her knees. They were upright, as she was lying on the clothing strewn floor with her soft, silky thighs spread far apart. I leaned my head down and breathed in deeply the smell of her pussy. My previously softened penis stirred, invigorated by the aroma.
"I inched my lips forward and brushed against her moving fingers. The wet fingertips turned and pressed upon my lips. My mouth opened and they slipped inside. I licked and sucked, and tasted the essence that coated them. When my lips parted the fingers retreated, and left me to finish the erotic chore.
"My tongue extended and teasingly licked the soft lips from bottom to top and tasted the seeping wetness. I knew she wanted to feel my tongue inside her hot canyon, but I was determined to torment her as thoroughly as she did me.
"Her hands reached down and grasped my head in a bid to force my mouth harder against her. That action alone did not produce the desired result, for I resisted. Heather groaned loudly in protest, and it echoed in the enclosed closet.
"My hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the floor at her sides as I continued to tease. Her body writhed and shuddered, eager for climax. Her back arched as she struggled to push herself harder upon my mouth.
"My tongue retreated as punishment. She breathlessly asked for its return, but I denied her. To further torment her I wickedly blew my hot breath on the moist lips and felt her body as it twitched and shuddered.
"Only when she begged and pleaded did she feel the very tip of my tongue on her flesh again. If what she felt now was as cruel and intense as I had felt earlier, I was glad.
"But as I teased her my awakened penis began to protest its inactivity. It had swelled and was eager to satisfy. I relented, released her wrists, and pushed the outer folds apart with trembling fingers. Finally my tongue pushed into the hot, wet canyon. She moaned in relief. She again held and guided my head to where my mouth was most welcome. Her hips shamelessly thrust and writhed. Her pussy was tight against my lips and tongue, and wetness seeped into my mouth.
"I worked one finger into her tight canal. It was tight and resisted, but after wetness coated my finger and worked it loose, it was joined by a second. I finger-fucked her hard and fast, and licked her with equal fervor.
"Heather's body jerked and writhed as her breathless voice moaned into the darkness. When her body tensed I knew climax had been achieved. It was followed by a brief whirlwind of wild activity and loud groaning for several seconds. When it dissipated she lay still and panted breathlessly.
"My face and fingers were smeared with her essence. I returned to my hands and knees and moved up. My lips sought hers and several attempts were required before success was achieved.
"We kissed tentatively at first, but when her tongue thrust upwards mine responded. Our mouths embraced fully, passionately, and it tasted so sweet.
"My hands reached down and cupped those gloriously upright breasts. The skin was wonderfully warm and soft, and my fingers thoroughly explored the luscious mounds. The nipples grew erect, and those received my attention as well.
"I was lost in the moment, for nothing beyond the closed doors mattered to me. The closet grew warm as our bodies heated the stale air. Perspiration accumulated and rolled from our skin, mine upon her, and hers upon the floor. The smell of sex became intense in the stifling confines of the closet. When the throbbing of my penis became frenzied and painful, I knew I had to have her.
"Our minds were as one, for we shifted simultaneously. I rolled onto my ass in a sitting position with my back against the rear of the closet, and she straddled my lap facing me. I found it to be an incredibly intimate position.
"Our breathing was fast and hard and our hunger undeniable. My erect penis pointed upwards, as if the bulbous head smelled her pussy and sought its tight embrace. I suspect she felt the same, for I felt her fingers as they wrapped around my shaft and held it in place as her body moved into position. I allowed her to do it, and was amazed at how quickly my tip arrived at the door of her love.
"She professed a deep love for me, which I readily returned. And at that moment her body descended and I thrust upwards, and my tip penetrated into the canal that only my fingers had ventured into thus far. It was a momentous occasion as her tight walls yielded and welcomed my arrival. Our rhythm began slowly, and as our kissing continued my penis reached further and further inside of her flesh.
"I throbbed against the walls which clutched my circumference and seemingly milked my member. The pleasure I experienced was as intense as it was undeniable.
"Anxious to give her another orgasm, I reached my right hand down and several fingers rubbed on her enlarged clit. As she slowly raised and lowered tingling warmth emanated throughout my entire body. My balls again ached for release, and again the semen slowly began to rise.
"The excitement in the air snapped and popped like static charges being released. I found it harder and harder to fill my lungs with air for it had become scarce in the dark room. Sweat continued to drip from my skin, and her essence coated my pubic area. The smell of both combined into one, and it permeated the dark confines.
"As my fingers were stimulating her directly, we maintained a slow, loving pace. Our embrace was timeless, and nothing beyond the closed doors mattered. Only a brief honking of a distant horn reminded us that life still existed.
"There was no teasing this time. And I made no effort to stem the rising tide of seed. I welcomed release when it occurred. My body stiffened momentarily as the hot liquid found a path through the center of my shaft and to the swollen tip. I grunted in delight as loudly as I desired, and my body convulsed in delightful spasms as an initial surge of semen was ejaculated deeply inside her wonderful pussy.
"She kept moving up and down as more semen was delivered and ejected. It was sheer ecstasy as I fully savored the glorious sensations her body caused. I could feel the walls as they tightened and released in a natural effort to fully drain me of seed.
"When it was gone I remained inside, and continued rubbing on her clitoris. I broke our kiss and lowered my head to a breast and sucked upon a swollen nipple. Little more stimulation was required for she was close as well.
"Her body tensed and suddenly launched into frenzied activity. I raised my head and we hugged tightly. Heather moaned into the darkness as she wildly twitched and writhed upon my lap and released a sudden surge of nectar that further laced the already heavy air.
"I longed to leave the closet and fill my lungs with cool, fresh air. But I sensed something special in our embrace, and to have done so would result in its loss. For a short time no sounds could be heard except for our labored breathing. Sweat continued to drip from our skin. My hair was wet with it.
"I was still within her, and she remained on my lap when she confessed to me all that had happened between her and father.
"She asked if I remembered eight months ago when father had broken his arm. I could recall that more vividly than she, for I had been holding the ladder from which he fell. She explained that in his condition he could no longer shave, a task in which he engaged twice as often as us for he shared the same bed with mother and dreaded her PHT's every bit as much as we. Heather admitted he had enlisted her aid.
"She explained that the first time she did, he revealed to her in a sorrowful voice how mother had made herself unavailable to him sexually for several years and frustration had set in. Heather assured him that she shared his sorrow and as she removed the stubble from his balls, began to kiss and lick his swollen tip.
"Heather said she felt so close to him at that moment that she admitted to father that she enjoyed oral sex and engaged in it frequently with her various boyfriends. But father responded that he preferred to be teased for a bit first, and would teach her to really please a man.
"I recalled that his cast remained on for six weeks. Twice a week she claimed to have shaved him, and as reward for her efforts he taught her the finer art of fellatio. Heather added that even after the cast was off they stole brief moments of time when possible and sought solace in the dark closet that we currently occupied. To know that such things transpired in the same place gave me cause to wonder.
"At one point her voice hesitated. She wanted to confess a final thing. I could sense it. I kissed her lips, gently stroked her face, and assured her it would be okay. I said that nothing she could say would change the special bond we shared, strengthened by our passionate coupling. But I was not prepared for the final secret.
"She told me that father took her into the basement several times. Amidst the clutter, on an old stained mattress, she willingly gave him what mother would not. I consoled her as best I could with my response, and told her it was still okay.
"But that was not the secret, she revealed. The secret was accidentally found amid the half-opened boxes and litter strewn upon the floor. After one such coupling she had found a document.
"In a choked voice she admitted that she was not my sister. We had both been adopted. She feared my rejection when the revelation was made. But I assured her the news was good. Since we were not related, we could legally wed and remain together for the rest of our lives."
I drained the last bit of beer from the bottle and placed it on the bar. My friend displayed a look of shock, but it slowly softened and he emitted a soft laugh.
"Come on, Tim, that's a load of crap. I'm your best man. I need to know how you two actually met."
I looked at him with a pained look on my face, as if hurt by his display of disbelief. But I couldn't maintain the appearance long enough to be convincing.
I smiled and laughed. "Heather and I hooked up after we met in a creative writing class we both attended in our freshman year at college. But you have to admit, it was a good story."