Stacy rolled her eyes, as though he was being childish, and said, “God, I’m just trying to do you a favor. Sisters are supposed to be used for experimentation. Don’t you read porn stories?”
Trevor choked and felt his tongue go dry.
“It’s not like I’m going to fuck you. You’re my brother. We can’t fuck. That’s sick.”
Trevor croaked out, “I know that. Jesus! I’m not,” he realized he was loud, lowered his voice to a whisper and continued, “I’m not trying to fuck my sister.”
“See? It doesn’t have to be weird. I’m just showing you how to do some simple things that every man should know. Would you rather fumble through it on your own and keep getting cock-blocked? I mean, it’s not my virginity on the line. I can get laid whenever I want.”
She turned back onto her back, and put her arms behind her head casually, which made her swelling breasts more prominent. She feigned indifference and dropped the entire conversation. Trevor’s hard penis encouraged him to accept. Having a dick was so unfair, he decided. Even when you knew something was wrong, your dick had a way of telling you it was ok. No one would know. What was the harm? Having a dick was like trying to keep a wife happy. When you didn’t listen, it beat at you until you made it happy. When you finally made it happy, it just wanted to be happier. There was no winning.
Finally, Trevor said, “Ok.”
Stacy ignored him.
“I said, ok.” he repeated.
She turned her shaded gaze toward him and said, “Ok, what?”
Trevor ground his teeth. She was going to make him say it, just to fuck with him.
“Ok, I would like you to show me what to do.” He said calmly.
“What to do?” She teased.
“You know.”
“I do know, but I’m a bitch,” she admitted, and smiled evilly.
Trevor sighed. “Stacy, I would like you to show me how to make a girl sexually excited.”
“I could probably dig up some flash cards, or something,” she said, “and show you penises and vaginas. Or are you being a little pervert, trying to get his hands on his sister’s boobies?”
He huffed.
“Come on, stud,” she relented, and stood up, towering over him like some kind of goddess, “When I’m done with you, panties are going to drop at the mere mention of your name.”
She offered him her hand. His penis twitched with joy. His brain was not so sure, but it no longer had a say in the matter. It had been fully vacated from the driver’s seat. He took Stacy’s hand and followed her inside. She led him up the stairs, and he watched the way her firm butt wiggled with each step she took. His mouth had gone completely dry, and his palms were sweaty. He knew that Stacy could feel the perspiration on the hand she held.
They went to his bedroom, and Stacy locked the door, then laid on the bed on her side, and patted the mattress next to him. He hesitantly lay next to her. She could see his dilated pupils, a mix of arousal and fear. The look made her wet. She loved that look, the look of a man who knows what he is doing is wrong, but he just can’t resist. This was exactly what turned her on. The game, the chase, and then the conquest. God, she could have frigged herself right there just thinking about that look.
She reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately, saying, “Hey. It’s ok. First thing you need to know is that tension, nervousness, is a killer. You can feel it. She can feel it. Nobody gets excited about tension. Good sex is relaxed, fun, and playful. Nothing is going to dry a girl up as fast as a guy that’s nervous. That’s part of the lesson here. Confidence. Girls want a guy that’s confident, sometimes even dominant. They like to be shown that they’re wanted, and that a guy knows what to do with them. That’s what this is all about, right? You want to know what to do, how to do it, and how to be confident about it.”
Trevor nodded, nervously. Stacy took his hand and placed his palm over her heart.
“Shut your eyes,” she instructed, and he did, “your hand isn’t on my boob, it’s on my heart. Can you feel my heart beating?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s beating fast, but it’s steady, isn’t it?”
He nodded.
“It’s because I’m excited. I have a feeling of anticipation, but if I feel yours,” she said, and placed her hand over his on his bare chest, “It’s afraid.”
He nodded again.
“Girls aren’t scary. Say it back to me.”
“Girls aren’t scary.” He repeated.
“Remember the breathing exercises?”
He nodded.
“Do it with me.”
Trevor focused on the lessons, and breathed. For several minutes, he worked on moving himself into that space in his mind, where his breathing was his whole being. There was a rhythm to it, a calm and relaxing place in his brain, where there wasn’t anything but the feel of his breath in his body. He could still feel Stacy’s hand on his chest, and her voice saying, “good,” but gradually he felt his heartbeat slow. He felt it in Stacy’s chest, too, her heart calming.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Stacy asked. Her voice had taken on a softer, more breathy tone, one that made Trevor’s spine tingle.
“Believe it or not,” she said, “breathing is one of the most important things you can do. Your breathing controls your blood flow, and your brain, and your body. If you’re going to rock a girl’s world, you’re going to have to remember to breathe. You’re in control. She’s yours.”
Stacy moved her face closer to his, and he felt the warm skin of her cheek against his own. She nuzzled her cheek against his, and her voice in his ear said, “Start slow, and soft, like this. Light, teasing your touch and your voice. You want to be in her head, or you’ll never be in her body.”
She took his hand off of her heart, and placed it on her bare side, just about her hip.
“Fingertips light, right here,” she instructed, “move from my hip, into the small of my back. Light touches, like a butterfly’s wings on my skin. I’m not Stacy. I’m just a sexy girl that wants to be seduced.”
He traced his fingers along her hip, into the small of her back, and felt goosebumps rise on her skin. He smiled to himself.
“Let them roam, like that, along my back and my sides. Don’t go for the ass or the tits. You want her to want it. It’s a tease.” She said as she continued to nuzzle his cheek.
Trevor did as he was told, letting his fingertips slide along her curves, up her back, along her spine, down the top of her arm, and back along the underside, and then down her side, making a circuit back to her hip, where he gently squeezed, and Stacy trembled.
“Good,” she praised him, “That was so good, baby,” she cooed, “Make her eager to have more. Her body is full of little spots like that. Get into her head at the same time, though. Tell her she’s yours. Tell her she belongs to you.”
“You belong to me.” Trevor said softly in her ear, and his hands continued their circuit along her body, raising the little hairs on her body.
“She’s your sexy pet,” Stacy said, “and she belongs to you. Now, include the neck, soft, slow, and up behind the ear, where it’s really sensitive.”
He did as instructed, his cock hard in his shorts, his mind focused on his own breathing, and the feel of Stacy’s skin under his fingers. His eyes were still closed. Stacy’s cheek slid along his, and then she moved down, until her lips were brushing against his, and she pressed lightly. He responded and let her lead. Her head cocked just slightly, and their lips melted together, parting. He was clumsy, sticking his tongue into her mouth with too much eagerness.