Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3
I climbed into the shower and let the water cascade down my body. My nerves were starting to get to me and I felt my hands trembling slightly. I washed and conditioned my hair and grabbed my razor and shaving cream.

Carefully and slowly, I shaved my mound for the first time. Just this single act seemed rebellious somehow. It made me feel more grown up. My core was already throbbing before I was finished, and I prayed that I wouldn’t cut myself. With all the blood rushing to that area right now, I would probably bleed to death.
It took far longer to finish shaving than I thought it would.

The water was no longer hot by the time I was done. I made sure to get every last stray hair while being very careful not to let the razor slip.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I toweled myself off quickly and inspected my handiwork in the mirror. That really does look better. Sexier. The lack of pubic hair had made the area even more sensitive than it was before. I walked across the hall into my bedroom and opened my underwear drawer. Hidden in the very back, there was a matching brra and paty set that I had been saving for this very occasion.

It was made of a sheer black material with tiny white polka dots and a white bow right in between my brests. I slid them on and pulled them up.

The fabric rubbing against my freshly shaven pvssy was enough to make my core tingle. I put the bra on and went to my closet to get the rest of my clothes. I selected a scandalously short pink skirt and a white t-shirt that was probably at least two sizes too small. The skin of my tummy was showing in the area between the top of the skirt and the bottom of the shirt. My brra was clearly visible through the shirt. Sean was going to flip.
The doorbell rang. Speak of the devil.
I bounded down the stairs two at the time. I opened the door to find him standing there in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. His face lit up when he saw me and he ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.
“Holy shet, you look amazing!” he said, still grinning.

“Oh, this was just something I had in my closet.” I winked at him and grabbed his hand to pull him inside. He made a move to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned my head so that his lips landed on mine. It was a sweet kiss, the kind that we had shared many times before. His lips were soft and gentle. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

With trembling hands and shaking knees, I led Sean up to my bedroom. We had barely made it through the door before he gently turned me to face him. My heart pounded in my chest as our lips made contact, even though we had kissed a thousand times before. This time was ripe with the promise of what was about to happen, of what we had been waiting for. He pushed up the bottom of my skirt and cupped my as in his hands, pulling me against him. I parted my lips and his tongue darted in, dancing against mine.

I could feel his diick growing thicker and longer, pressing between us. My hands traced the contours of his well-defined abs through his shirt. His hands flew to the hem of my shirt and pulled it upwards over my brests. I lifted my arms so that he could more easily slip it off. As he was pulled the shirt free of my body, I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor.