I started to help her out of the tub and dry her off, when she said “Daddy…would you do me a favor?”“Of course, sweetheart. What can I do for ...you?” I answered.“Wellll…I can’t do it myself, but I’m starting to itch under my arms and around my bottom, because the hair is growing back. Would you mind…shaving me?”I must have looked embarrassed or shocked, because I didn’t answer her right away, so she continued “I’m sorry to ask you…if you don’t want to, that’s OK”.“No, honey…I don’t mind. I used. Mark takes Bels hand and starts pulling her upstairs, there is token resistance but its half-hearted. I follow behind as we make our way into Marks bedroom. We are definately sleeping here tonight. All in one bed it seems. "Ever played russian roullette?" Mark asked. Unsure where he was going with this we both shake our heads. He grins. "It works like this." He said taking Bels towel off her and sitting her on the bed. " We take turns going down on Bel for a minute each and see who's mouth. Karen Freeling is driving the Land Rover. Her elder sister, Trudy, is sitting beside her. Karen, fresh from practising her dressage, peers through her sunglasses at the lane ahead and slows down for the speed bumps at the Country Club's gates. She waves to the gate keeper and blows him a kiss as the Land Rover and trailer drive through. The grunts and thumps are still coming from a helpless figure, locked inside the box, struggling beneath a blanket. The figure groans as the trailer bumps. It was hell that year and a bit, seeing her grow and develop, pretending that I felt nothing but normal feelings for my girls little sister, and knowing I wanted her more than air. Her hugs would get me hard in seconds, feeling that hot little body, and soft amazing chest against mine. Little flirty tickle fights that led to nothing more than a frown and a ‘Stop or I will tell Lucy’. She didn’t seem to have an interest in boys, and in fact seemed to think that sex even was dirty. One day after.