“Why Keith?”“I’m sorry” I started, “It just happened. I was curious. And they smelled and I wanted to know more. I just didn’t think I w...s doing anything wrong, really. Just, I dunno, I could smell them and I was curious.”“So you could SMELL my dirty panties so you decided to sniff them? I’m your SISTER.”“Please. Please do not tell mom and dad. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll do laundry forever.” I was desperate.“The last thing I want, Keith, Is you touching my laundry.”“What can I do? How can I. We took the room and went to it with only a couple of items as mom did not want to have to unload the car. She said we were going to have to rough it. We ate dinner and made our way back to our room. The TV could only pick up one station and it was not what worth watching. We decided to get ready for bed and mom realizedd she had not brought our sleepwear from the car. She said for us not to look too much at each other, we were going to have to sleep in our undies. We both striped down to our. It is all so unreal to me and yet so realistic and concrete. At everyvisit to the bathroom, I was confronted with the harsh reality; thatinstead of my familiar penis there was now a slit between my thighs, thelips thickly covered by a huge triangle of dark brown curly pubic hair.I didn't know that women could have so much pubic hair. The jungle - andthat's the right word for it - I now owned is in no way comparable tothe pubic hair that I had as a boy. My new pubic hair spread even fan-shaped. So I picked up the phone and called bro bro to ask her to come over to my apartment and spend the night. She accepted immediately and told me that she'd come over at 12:00am.At 12:00am on the dot, she called me from downstairs and told me to come down and bring her up. I noticed her from a mile away and asked her to come over. She smiled at me and we got in the lift. I must say the silence was awkward. She knew what she was doing though. She held my hand and we walked towards my apartment. Once.