"Teaching Him, Teaching Me"

[AngelEyes1994]

"Teaching Him, Teaching Me"​

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"Jesus, Mitch!"

Alice struggled to get out from under the tail back, rolling to her side and standing from his bed. She rearranged her still clasped sports bra for a more comfortable fit over her ample breasts, then snatched the cheer uniform top laying crumpled on the carpet. "This isn't the big game, you know. I'm not the opposing quarterback to be pummeled for lost yardage?"

She was not concerned about his family hearing her throwing a fit, as she knew it was just the two of them in the house. She threw his door open, allowing the light of the hallway to flood in on him, still laying on the bed with his shirt off and his pants unbuckled.

"You need to learn how to seduce a lady," she said, ignoring the fact that she was the sluttiest of the ten squad members who made of the school's cheer team. She checked her appearance before casting him a hard look. "You don't grab my tits like they're a football and run for the end zone, Jesus Christ!"

She spun on a heel, her special order Nike dance shoes in one hand and her book bag in the other. She hollered back over her shoulder as she turned and padded down the stair case, "Jesus! Watch a video or something!"

Her anger was not just about the lack of romance involved in their afternoon delight. She had passed on what she knew from first hand experience would have been a fantastic fuck from the team's middle linebacker to give Mitch -- who, according to the grapevine, was yet to get his dick off anywhere but in his own palm -- his first taste of sex. And what was her reward for this community service? Probably a bruised tit and red skin from where the unshaven teen had practically attacked her neck.

She was so angry as she rushed out the front door that she did not even notice the third body in the house, Mitch's sister Della, standing in the kitchen while listening to the fight shaking her head comically. She put away the frozen yogurt she had been eating directly from the container and made her way up the stairs. She arrived at the top knowing that the old home's creaking steps would have announced her approach to her brother. She stepped into the doorway of his room, finding the light already on and Mitch -- his face filled with guilt -- standing there, fully dressed, staring at her with his best I didn't do nothing expression.

She only smiled broadly -- knowingly -- and asked wryly, "Girl troubles, Bro?"

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Della
21 years old
5'6"; 122#; firm "C" cups
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[Inspirinious]

Mitch
21 years old (Della's fraternal twin)
5'11", 180 lbs, fit, athletic build

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Mitch was surprised to see Della, his fraternal twin sister, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. He had assumed that he and Alice were alone, but obviously Della was home, and she had heard pieces of what just happened.

"Hey Sis. I suppose you heard some of that."

As the starting tailback on the local junior college football team, he had a reputation to uphold of being a Big Man On Campus. He had the good looks, he had the athletic body, but when it came to getting the girls in bed, he just didn't have the know-how. In high school he had been a good enough kisser that he did well with the girls. But now some, like his new girl Alice, wanted to give him a try-out in the sack. And from Alice's reaction, he had flunked the test.

"Watch a video or something." Alice had told him. "Yeah, like that will help." he had muttered to himself as she stormed out of his room.

And now apparently his sister knew some about his shortcomings. For a moment he considered trying to say it was all Alice's problem, or some sort of misunderstanding. But he knew his sister well enough that she would see through all that. Somehow she always knew when he wasn't being completely honest about something, or anything. He also felt close enough to her that he could be honest with her. And he knew she would keep his secrets, well, secret.

"I guess it is bad when I flunked the 'try-out' with the head cheerleader. I really like her, and I think she likes me. But..." and his voice trailed off.

He stood there looking at his sister, and feeling somewhat lost.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"I guess it is bad when I flunked the 'try-out' with the head cheerleader," Mitch said, adding, "I really like her, and I think she likes me. But..."

"But she's the school slut, Bro," Della cut in, a broad smile spreading her lips. She shook her head at her brother. "You struck out with the school slut, Mitch. They don't call her Anywhere Anytime Alice for nothing."

She turned away from the door, calling back over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs, "Get your ass down stairs, Bro."



By the time he joined her in the kitchen, Della already had two open beers sitting on the kitchen island. She gestured him to the stool opposite her, told him not to tell mom about the brew, and said, "I'm going to do you a favor, Bro. I'm going to teach you what you need to know about scoring with the ladies."

Della only meant that she was going to explain things to Mitch, of course. It was not like she was going to take him to bed and show him all the right moves. Little did she know that by the time her brother's learning was over, they would have done things to, for, and with one another that would have made Alice the slut blush.

"Tell me what you've done so far," she said, lifting her beer to her lips. "How far have you gotten."

She was asking some pretty blunt questions. But she knew Mitch was desperate to lose his virginity and not doing very well at achieving that goal; and Mitch probably knew that when Della was a senior in high school she too had a suggestive nickname: Dirty Della.

 

[Inspirinious]

Mitch followed his sister downstairs. Sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a couple of beers with her felt very normal to him. He and Della had always had that special bond of twins, nothing sexual, but a special understanding of each other. A special form of love between a brother and sister.

He was a bit jealous of his sister. From birth it was obvious that she had received a great body, plenty of smarts, and had developed great social skills. She somehow knew what people wanted and needed. For his part, he also had a great body that he took great care to develop and maintain. But somehow he was short changed on the brains and social graces. Maybe it was just because girls develop faster than boys.

What he did know was that he was very grateful to have a loving, in the brother-sister sort of way, supportive sister that could help him in times like this. So he wasn't surprised when she said "I'm going to teach you what you need to know about scoring with the ladies." He only wished that he had asked for her help before it came to this.

Then she asked "How far have you gotten."

This was the embarrassing part. If she was going to help, and he wanted her help, he would have to tell her the truth.

"Sis, I've never scored with a girl. I've made out with girls in the back of the car and at parties. I've gotten a hand inside several bras and felt their tit. I even once got my hand inside a girl's panties."

He took another chug of his beer, the cold liquid tasted good.

"I just don't know what to do next."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Mitch confessed, "I just don't know what to do next."

"Let's first start with what not to do next," Della jumped in without hesitation. "No more back seats. There's nothing romantic about being pawed at in the back of your brother's father's Oldsmobile."

She saw the confused look in her brother's face. Their father did not own an Oldsmobile. Della's chosen field of study at college was advertising, so sometimes she used classic references that even her parents did not understand. Or, perhaps, Mitch was just confused because she had just eliminated the most easily accessible place for him to be alone with a girl.

"No back seats," she said poking a long finger at him and speaking with emphasis. "Bedrooms, living rooms ... hell, the teachers lounge at school..."

Della paused for a moment, looking off to no where in particular as she remembered that spring afternoon with Mister Davis. She began to smile devilishly, then flinched back to reality and continued, "Rooms! Real rooms, with beds or couches. No floors. Carpet burns are hard to explain in gym class."

She sipped at her beer, then continued. "See, a girl -- well, most girls, Anywhere Anytime Alice excluded -- want to be comfortable. They can't cum if they--"

Della stopped at seeing her brother's reaction to her using the word cum so casually ... in conversation with her twin brother! She laughed, telling him, "This conversation is sometimes going to get ... graphic! I hope you are ready for this, because, Jesus...!" She nodded her head toward the stairs as if to remind him of what had just happened upstairs with a girl who should have been a sure thing. "If you aren't ready for this, you'll never be ready for that!"

She laughed again, and -- lifting her bottle once more -- realized that it was empty. She opened the fridge and finding it empty of brew, spun around and snatched Mitch's bottle from him. She laughed, "You haven't earned this yet, Cherry. C'm'on."

She headed to the living room, supported herself on the back of the couch with one hand, then worked off one of her tall boots, then the other. She plopped down on the couch with her ankles crossed on the cushion before her. She was not oblivious to the fact that her sweater dress was riding high enough to reveal the red thong beneath: she just did not care. They had not called her Dirty Della in high school for nothing.

"Listen, you might think that girls want sex hard, fast, and loose, the way boys want it," she went on, "but that's just Alice being Alice. And if you wanna tap that, hey, that's a good place to start ... so long as you're wearing a second condom on the outside of your first one."

She sipped at what had been Mitch's beer again, studying how he was reacting to her very frank, very forward, very graphic explanations before continuing. "But ... are you really gonna feel proud going to school the next day ... bragging to all of your friends about sex with Alice ... 'specially since half of them already had her?"

She listened to his answer, then -- fearing that her flag the bull red panties were not helping him concentrate -- she dropped her feet to the floor and moved around the coffee table to drop to the floor directly before him. With him sitting in the comfortable chair and her tall on her knees, their faces were at essentially the same height.

"Listen, Mitch," she said, her tone now less aggressive and more instructional. "I know you know how to get a girl. I've seen you with your share of them."

It was true. Mitch had no problem getting a girl to like him or go out with him that first time or two. He was a handsome young man, well sculpted, with a bright smile and a happy nature. He just ... he just did not know what to do with a girl once he got her alone!

"Grab my tits."

She looked into her brother's eyes as he tried to fathom just what the hell his sister was asking. She rolled her eyes, grabbed his hands, and lifted them up before him. She released her grip on him and dropped her hands to her side.

"Grab my tits," she repeated. "Listen, I heard Alice's complaint. It's obvious what the problem is. You have no idea how to handle a woman's breasts. Show me. Show me what you did to Alice ... exactly!"

 

[Inspirinious]

"No back seats"

"Rooms, real rooms"​

"Carpet burns"

"They can't cum if they..."​

Della appeared to be giving a whole semester of instruction to Mitch in a single evening. He wondered whether he needed a notepad. It was clearly obvious to him that she REALLY was trying to help him. And he greatly appreciated it.

Still he was a bit pissed that she took his beer. He wouldn't let many people get away with that. But Della, in these circumstances, was one who could.

She was becoming very graphic as she explained what girls wanted, or didn't want when it came to sex. Obviously she knew a lot and was passionate about the topic. She probably had a lot more experience than he thought. He began to think about her differently, as a female with sexual desires, and with some experience to match.

When she plopped down on the sofa and flashed him with her red panties, he felt his cock twitch. All the talk about sex, and girls wanting to cum, had begun to arouse him. Looking at her red panties had him thinking about sex with his sister. He hadn't thought about her that way since years earlier, when he first hit puberty and he once took her used panties from the laundry hamper and sniffed them.

"Grab my tits." She told him. Della was now kneeling on the floor right in front of him, eye to eye.

Mitch paused, wondering what the hell she was asking, or more specifically WHY she was asking. She took his hands and placed his hands on her tits and then released him.

"Show me what you did.." she commanded him.

Mitch started groping his sister's tits, just as he had done in the heat of the moment earlier with Alice. He squeezed them hard a couple of times and then stopped suddenly and pulled his hands back.

"Sorry Sis. That is obviously wrong as I think about this with my head, instead of thinking with my dick."

Mitch placed his hands back upon his sister's round firm tits, and cupped them gently. When he did it this way, he suddenly could feel how soft she was. He suddenly felt different about touching a female, and specifically touching her.

"This is better, isn't it?" he asked her as he looked into her eyes. "I like feeling tits, your tits, this way."

He surprised himself when he added "I bet they would feel even better in my hands if your dress and bra were not in the way."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Mitch started groping his sister's tits, causing Della to shake her head lightly in disappointment. He must have sensed it, because he pulled his hands away and said, "Sorry Sis. That is obviously wrong as I think about this with my head, instead of thinking with my dick."

"Try again," she demanded, "but this time remember ... they are firm, but soft. You can hurt a girl if you do it too hard, but you can bore her if you don't do enough to make'em feel good."

Mitch cupped Della's "C" cups again, more gently. "This is better, isn't it?"

"Better," she said, even though she was feeling no pleasure, which meant he still had a long ways to go.

"I like feeling tits," he said, adding to Della's surprise, "your tits, this way."

Della had had no concern about allowing her brother to do this to her. It had nothing to do with sex, after all. It was just education.

Mitch surprised her even more when he said, "I bet they would feel even better in my hands if your dress and bra were not in the way."

Della laughed, quick and sharp, slapping his hands away as she said, "Keep dreaming, Cherry." She stood up and turned to get her beer. As she leaned, her butt nearly pressed into Mitch's face, the flesh of her thighs and lower roundness of her ass right there for him.

She turned back and, this time, sat on the edge of the coffee table as she sipped at the beer, studying him for a moment. She finally told him, "That was pretty good, but ... you have to remember, it isn't just about you getting your hands on her body, her ... which ever her you end up with." She sipped again. "It's about making her feel good. You make her feel good, she'll want you to make her feel better ... and if you make her feel better, eventually she'll want to make you feel better, which means ... well, you know."

She knew she did not have to continue that thought. The ultimate goal here, of course, was to help her brother get his eager cock inside a willing pussy. She studied him for another moment, then returned to her place on her knees before him. She cocked her head a bit, smirk devilishly, then reached to her waist.

"Don't get too excited, Cherry," she said with a hard, chastising tone as she lifted her sweater dress up off her hips and clear up to the lower reaches of her rib cage. Still talking harshly, she warned him, "Go farther or faster than I tell you, and you won't have to worry about whether or not you're gonna get your dick wet, because you won't have it anymore ... got it?"

She took one of his hands in hers again and, looking into his eyes, directed it up under her dress to the orb of firm yet soft flesh beneath it. Softer, again being instructional, she directed, "Gentle ... caressing ... pinch the nipple but not like you were squeezing one of the zits on your face. Gentle ... to make me feel good."

 

[Inspirinious]

"Go farther or faster than I tell you, and you won't have to worry about whether or not you're gonna get your dick wet, because you won't have it anymore."

Her threatening words rang loud and clear in his head. He nodded affirmatively at her. Then she took his hand and pressed it to her bare breast. He realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under her sweater dress.

He followed her instructions, gently caressing her smooth skin. This approach did feel wonderful to him, and he hoped it felt wonderful to her. He also hoped she didn't see his cock twitch in his pants. She might not approve of him becoming aroused by touching his sister.

"Like this?" he asked. She nodded like a teacher to her pupil. There was no other expression on her face to indicate whether his touch really pleased her or not.

Locating her nipple, he gave it a soft pinch. And again looked to her for any expression of approval or pleasure.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Like this?" he asked.

Della nodded, and as her brother found her nipple and gave it a soft pinch, she reminded him, "Gently."

She reached up under her own sweater dress's cloth, placing it over Mitch's hand. She took control, guiding him in fondling her nipple as she explained in detail what the goal was. She moved his hand away from the nipple, teaching him how to cup her, how to caress, how to recognize if he is annoying his lover with ticklishness.

All the while, Della's expression and tone was very soft, even, and instructional. But down low between her legs, the effect of her brother's caressing, groping, and pinching was beginning to show. She remembered that her groin was exposed, even though she was too close to Mitch for him too look down without getting caught ... and punched.

Fearing that her thong was darkening with her natural lubricant, Della suddenly pulled her brother's hand from her dress, pulled it down, and stood up. "That's enough for now ... Cherry." She snatched up her beer, took a sip, then handed it to him, saying, "Get rid of the bottles and finish your homework. I have plans."

She left him quickly, her heart beating harder as she hurried up the stairs to her bathroom. She stripped, hopped in the shower, and -- under the hot stream -- masturbated to the fantasy of her brother sucking her pussy right there on the couch.

 

[Inspirinious]

Della's actions had the effect of whipping Mitch from one emotional state to another. He had been so pleased that his sister was being loving and caring, wishing to teach him how to score with a girl. Then she had him sexually excited as she lifted her dress and allowed him to touch her breast, showing him how best to please a woman. And then just as suddenly, she ended their instructional session, declaring "That's enough for now", pulling her dress back down and quickly running upstairs.

He picked up the empty beer bottles and took them to the outside trash can. Coming back into the house and standing in the kitchen, he could hear the shower running upstairs. In his mind he could imagine his twin sister in the shower, the hot water running over her sexy nude body. He felt a lust for her as never before, knowing it was so wrong, but believing that it could be so right.

Later he was in his room on the computer doing his homework. Della called out to him that she was going out and would be home later. He reminded her that their parents were out-of-town for the night, one of dad's overnight business trips to the State capitol for some function. They wouldn't be home until late the following afternoon.

Mitch caught up with Alice online and they chatted a while. He told her that he was getting help and felt that he could perform much better the next time they got together. She replied that sounded cool and she would give him another chance. But, as she had a busy schedule, that might be a week or more away.

He eventually shut off the computer, stripped off his clothes, turned out the light and went to bed. While thinking about all that had happened that evening, he stroked his cock. He imagined becoming a better lover and finally getting laid. But in his head, his lover was sometime Alice, and other times Della.

He fell asleep still holding his cock, and unaware he had left his bedroom door open.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

She was not drunk when she got home, but Della was feeling pretty happy with life. She had gotten laid at the party and given her phone number to a guy who was some kind of business exec and drove a Ferrari. She came in quietly as to not wake her parents -- forgetting that they were not even home until several minutes later -- then ascended the stairs to head for her bedroom and a much needed shower.

On the way, she found Mitch's door open and stopped to look in on him. She immediately found herself having to stifle a laugh as, quite obviously, he was holding tightly to his cock under the peaking bedding at his groin. She thought as she turned and headed away, Cherry.

In the shower, Della caressed her hands over her body, remembering the amazing fuck she had just experienced with a guy she had known as a junior. Learned a lot since then, she thought, recalling the three orgasms he had driven her to in less than twenty minutes.

As her hand slid down between her thighs and found her swollen, pummeled pussy, she remembered her earlier lesson with Mitch. He could impress girls, too, if only... She toyed with her clit for a moment, then turned off the water, dried, and put on a fresh pair of boy shorts and one of her father's over sized tee shirts. She headed straight for Mitch's room.

He had released his clutch on his cock by then, rolling to his side looking toward the door. Della called his name softly, then -- realizing it was just the two of them -- called it loud enough to startle him awake. She watched him blink the sleep away from his eyes and sit up partially; then watched his eyes as he saw the silhouette of his sister. Standing in the door way in the thin tee shirt with the light behind her, Della must have looked nearly naked, like an angel with a full body halo hovering around her curvy hourglass figure.

"Ready for another lesson?" she asked, entering the room slowly, her hips swaying conspicuously. She lifted the bedding without asking for permission and slid in beside him. Even though she knew he could not see her face in the dark with the bright hallway light behind her, Della could see Mitch's face clearly. He looked almost panicked. She demanded, "Show me how you kiss."

She tilted her head a bit for him, then quickly snapped, "Keep your hands to yourself. Remember what I said about if you want to keep your cock where it is?"

 

[Inspirinious]

The sound of his name awakened Mitch from a sound sleep and a sensual dream. Through sleepy eyes he could see an angel standing in his doorway, lit from behind by the hallway light, a halo of light outlining an incredibly sexy body. His cock immediately came back to life and began to harden.

He heard his sister's voice ask "Ready for another lesson?" as she climbed into his bed. Then he heard "Show me how you kiss." followed by another stern warning about keeping his hands to himself.

Still waking for the fog of sleep, he contemplated how best to demonstrate his kissing skills to his sister. She had been teaching him, as if a school teacher, void of emotion. But kissing involved two people and only really worked if both were actively engaged in the kiss. Their body position was also awkward, both of them on their sides. He couldn't imagine that he would impress her very well from this situation. He decided to be more assertive.

He backed away from her, giving her more room on the bed. Raising his head up a bit higher he spoke down towards her.

"Sis, if you want me to show you how I kiss, you must allow me to do it the way I know best. Please lay on your back."

Della appeared to think about his 'demands' for a moment and apparently decided to give him some leeway. She laid on her back, head on his pillow and got comfortable.

Mitch moved next to her, barely touching her side with his body, and leaned over her face. He looked her in the eyes and with complete sincerity said, "Sis, I love you."

He slowly lowered his lips to her lips and kissed her softly for a brief moment. He pulled back and looked into her eyes again, and told her, "You have the softest lips." and he kissed her again, holding the kiss a bit longer. Again he pulled back and looked into her eyes for any sign of emotion. Her expression was soft as if she was comfortable, but showed not even the smallest sign of passion.

He leaned in a third time and planted a gentle kiss that he held. Slow he parted his lips and used his tongue to trace between her lips, hoping for a physical response from her, some participation in the kiss.

Again there was no response. Dejected he pulled back and glared at his sister.

"Sis, I really love you. I am really trying to honestly kiss you. It would help if you showed what you feel for me."

He again kissed her, running the tip of his tongue lightly over her lips, hoping for a response.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Della was surprised honestly. Her brother was actually a rather good kisser. A bit stiff, but he was gentle, and unless you were caught up in a volcano of passion and sexual tension for that very first kiss, Della always considered a soft, gentle kiss a good starting point.

And, to be quite honest, the kiss was affecting her in ways a sober Della would have found disturbing. She was not doing this for her own pleasure or lust. At least, the sober Della would not have been. The tipsy Della, though, was enjoying this a bit more than she should have been. Between masturbating in the shower to fantasies of Mitch; getting laid at the party; again contemplating masturbation just minutes ago; and now, kissing her brother in his bed while she was nearly naked and -- Della imagined -- Mitch was, Della's body was primed and ready to go!

"Sis, I really love you," Mitch complained again. "I am really trying to honestly kiss you. It would help if you showed what you feel for me."

"Sorry," she apologized. "Try again."

He leaned in for another kiss, parting his lips and gently touching his tongue to her lips, then her own extending tongue...

...and that was when Della burst out in laughter.

Mitch rose upwards, a look of shock -- or maybe anger -- filling his face. Della rolled out of the bed, apologizing profusely and telling him it was not him. "It's not your kissing! I swear! You're a great kisser, bro'. It's just..." She laughed again and held her arms out saying, "C'm'on! You don't find this funny? We're brother and sister, talking about loving each other, and making out in your bed."

She spun on a heel and hurried back to her bedroom, still chuckling to herself.

 

[Inspirinious]

Now Mitch was really confused. Was she just playing with his emotions? Was this just a game? Was she playing upon his virginity, mocking him?

Or did she really want to help him? He thought he knew his twin sister better. They had a close relationship, or so he thought.

He sat on the edge of the bed thinking about what to do. His thoughts were so jumbled, he really didn't know what to do. In the past, in times like this, he often went to his sister. She always knew what to do, or what to say. Maybe he should try his instincts and try talking to her again.

He put on a pair of boxers and walked to Della's room. Finding her door opened a bit, he knocked twice and pushed it open a bit more.

"Sis? Can we talk?"

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[AngelEyes1994]

Della was standing in the near darkness, the only illumination coming from the nearly full moon beyond her window and the hall, after Mitch pushed the door open. She had just stripped her oversized tee and was in profile to her brother as he gazed upon her, now wearing nothing but the boy shorts that had began getting wet when Mitch had given her those exciting, erotic kisses. She wondered whether he was shocked that she made no attempt to hide her firm, "C" cups and their pert, swollen nipples or delighted by it.

"Sure."

Della turned to face him directly as she walked to and then around the corner of her bed. She plopped onto her, crossing her legs upon the mattress and pulling a pillow into her lap but not over her still exposed bosom. She did not see any reason to hide from him. He had already pawed at her tits, and -- Della knew -- he would be seeing a great deal more of her during his training, assuming it had not ended with her laughing at him.

He was about to speak when she cut him off, "I'm sorry I laughed. I'm drunk. It was funny ... don't you think?"

She let him reply, then -- basically ignoring what he said -- asked, "Do you want to continue your education?"

She laid back on the bed without waiting for an answer, tossing the pillow aside. She looked up into Mitch's face, hidden in silhouette by the light that was now behind him as it had been behind her. She held a hand out in invitation again, waggling her fingers as she said, "Kiss me again."

 

[Inspirinious]

Mitch was pleasantly surprised to see his sister topless, her pert tits standing out, almost as inviting his hands to touch them again.

She admitted that she was drunk, explaining her earlier behavior in his bedroom. Now again she was acting a bit different. For a moment she sat on the bed, using a pillow to hide her panties while making no attempt to cover her bare breasts. Then she lay back on her bed and tossed the pillow aside, giving him a full, lite view of her body.

"Kiss me again." she requested.

Mitch lay down next to his sister, she on her back and he on his side next to her. Again his cock was twitching in his thin boxers. Maybe she would notice, but he didn't really care. His growing cock was a sign of his desire for her which he no longer wished to hide.

He leaned over her face while his hand reached around and behind her shoulder. Their faces close, he could smell her breath. Yes, maybe she had been drinking. He gently kissed her while pulling her body a bit closer to his own. Then he kissed her again, holding the kiss and letting his tongue touch her lips.

This time her lips parted and he slid his tongue between her lips and licked them, as if licking his own lips.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Della kissed her brother as she would have kissed any man, passionately, with an active tongue and lips. She wrapped an arm under his to his back and helped him pull them together. She could feel the warmth of her bared breasts to his also bared chest.

"Nice," she complimented, adding, "Much better."

In reality, his earlier kisses had been perfectly fine, for a guy with his lack of experience. But she needed him to remember that this was training and not foreplay to something more involved.

She had to remind herself of that fact when she lifted her outside knee, prepared to wrap it over him to press her aching groin into his hip. She pulled her face back suddenly, hesitated, then press a hand against his chest, separating them. She realized that she was panting from the passion that had been building.

Della pushed again, then rolled away from him off the bed. She tried to be casual in retrieving her tee shirt and donning it before saying, "That's enough for tonight. Tomorrow we'll, um ... uh, work on ... hands. What to do with your hands while making out."

Subconsciously, Della was looking for a way to allow her brother caress and grope and possibly even probe her. Consciously, she was trying to remember that he was her brother, that she was trying to help with other women, and that it was so fucking wrong to thinking about orgasming under his delicious body.

She turned away to the window and listened as he left. Then, locking her door behind him, masturbated yet again to fantasies of Mitch driving into that big cock which had snaked its way out of the front of his boxers, only to be noticed by him after she hopped up and away from him.

 

[Inspirinious]

Mitch was again puzzled by his sister's behavior. However he knew that she had been drinking, and possibly was not clear-headed.

He thought about Della jumping up and cutting off their "education" session, as contrasted with Alice's exit earlier in the day. With Alice, she was obviously displeased with his actions. He was rough and crude with his groping. But with Della, he was quickly learning to have a more gentle touch. When she jumped up and broke things off, it appeared more that he was doing things right, she was engaging him passionately, and possibly that scared her.

Possibly that or she felt, maybe even saw, his large cock pop out of his boxers. He wondered how she felt about that.


The next morning his cell alarm woke him up. As their parents were not home, and wouldn't be back until later that day, he decided to be more visible to his sister. He took a shower while leaving the bathroom door partially open but had no idea is she looked or not. He walked naked from the bathroom to his bedroom and failed to even close the door there. He took his time locating clothes to wear to school.

He wasn't even sure if she was up or not. When he was ready to leave, he knocked on her door and called out;

"Hey Sis. I'm leaving for campus. I only have a couple of classes this morning, so I will be home about noon. Catch you later."

And he headed out, wondering what his sister had in mind for his continuing "education".

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Della had, indeed, caught sight of her brother prancing about naked. And she had been certain that he had done it intentionally. Of course, she lurked behind her bedroom door watching him, at one point even zooming her Android phone as far as it would go to see him -- and his beautiful cock -- more clearly.

She clicked a couple of pictures of him -- Why not? she had asked herself -- and hid them inside a file only she could access in case she needed some visual stimulation later for masturbation. That was when it occurred to her that if she wanted, she could simply have Mitch himself. There was no doubt in her mind that his first two lessons had given him the impression that the two of them were, eventually, going to have sex with one another.

Of course, Della had seriously been considering the concept, too. But she was determined not to let that happen. This was not about her lust. It was about her brother's education and her egotistical need to be the one who gave it to him.

When he announced that he would be home at noon, she only called out that that would be fine. An hour later, she left as well.



When Mitch returned, there was a note from Della for him on the Communication Board mounted near the door that simply said, "Sun."

He knew that that meant she was out on the back patio catching a few rays before the Indian Summer they had been enjoying was gone. She heard the sliding glass door open, waking her from her cat nap. She was stretched out in an oversized lawn chair built for couples, wearing nothing but her thong bikini bottoms, her body glistening in tanning sun screen.

Immediately upon seeing her brother emerge from the house, Della's nipples swelled. Oh great, she thought. Nice start. She waved him over, gesturing him to sit next to her. She smiled politely -- nothing suggestive or sexual -- and said, "Kiss me. But this time, caress a hand over my belly ... then up to my breasts ... then ... down."

 

[Inspirinious]

When Mitch got home he checked the Communication Board as all the family members did. Her note read "Sun". Yes, indeed, he knew what that meant. She would be outside sunning. He quickly ran upstairs and put on one of his own swimsuits, a skimpy one similar to a Speedo.

He then went out onto the patio to join his sister. He was not that shocked to see her topless, her tits oiled and glistening in the sun, while wearing only thong bikini bottoms. As he approached, she glanced at his tight swimsuit, the bulge of his cock was very obvious. He noticed her nipples swell up.

"This should be interesting" he thought to himself.

Again she instructed him to kiss her, with further instructions about how to caress her body. He was more than eager to learn important lessons from his sister.

He sat next to her and leaned in for their kiss. The initial kiss was a soft gentle kiss that lasted barely a second or two. Then another kiss, their lips pressed a bit more firmly together. He moaned. With the third kiss he parted his lips and let his tongue run over her lips. She immediately responded and opened her own lips, being more receptive to his advances.

Mitch then placed his hand gently on her belly. Her skin was soft and very warm from the sun. Again he moaned just as her tongue contacted his tongue. He slowly licked the tip of her tongue with his tongue as his hand slid up her body and cupped her breast.

Their mouths opened a bit wider and he allowed his tongue to explore inside her mouth. His fingers gently pinched her nipple and he heard her moan. His cock twitched, knowing that he was actually affecting her in an emotional, possibly sexual way. He expected his "teacher" to give him a good grade.

The kiss continued, their tongues more actively engaging one another and his hand slid down her body from her breast, over her belly and down to the top of her thong. He stopped and held it there, waiting further instruction from her.

But he maintained the kiss as he was enjoying it so much. And as long as he kept her engaged in their kiss, she would be unable to see his enlarged cock stretching the limits of his swimsuit while it twitched, a sign of how she was affecting him.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Della was beginning to question her ability to maintain a purely instructional relationship with her brother. The boy seriously knew how to kiss, and the effect on her body was becoming all to apparent. She was moaning lightly into his mouth; her pussy was beginning to get wet, sopping her thong; and her body was just beginning to writhe below him as it threatened to overwhelm her mind's warning and attack Mitch's body on its own.

When his hand reached the waist band of her tiny panties, she reached a hand quickly to it and grasped it tightly. "Wait!"

She wriggled out from underneath her brother and slid off the opposite side of the lounge chair from which he had approached.

"You remember that this is purely for your education, right?" Della asked her brother. Her tone revealed her nervousness and, for likely the first time in her their life, a bit of a subordinate position to her fraternal twin brother. She cleared her throat and demanded of herself Take charge, girl. He's a fucking Cherry, you're an experienced Goddess ... this is your show! Della's gaze lowered to her brother's also tiny underwear and the swollen cock barely contained within it and continued, "I just ... I just want to remind you that ... that I am only trying to teach you what to do ... how to impress a girl in those first moments ... minutes and maybe hours ... to ... to better help you get, well, you know ... into her pants."

She stepped just a bit closer, looking hard into his eyes as she stressed, "I just want to make sure that you understand: you will not be getting into mine."

She felt a bit silly in saying that last part, considering that she was standing there wearing nothing more than a tiny thong and a pair of hardened nipples which, if they had been able to speak, would have been chanting loudly, We want Mitch! We want Mitch!

 

[Inspirinious]

Mitch was becoming accustomed to Della pulling away from him as she tried to teach him the proper techniques for how to score with a girl. He could see that her nipples got hard after he touched them. And when she got up and stood next to the lounger, he could see that her thong had a wet spot at her pussy. Yes, he was arousing her. He must be doing things right.

Mitch could also follow her elevator eyes and he knew she was catching glimpses of his swelling cock in his tight briefs. She stammered as she spoke, another sign of nervousness on her part. What was she scared of? Did she fear that he would rape her? Surely she knew him well enough to know that he would never harm her, or make her do anything that she didn't want to do. But what? Maybe she was developing desires for him, just as he was beginning to have those sorts of thoughts about her. It scared him a bit. they were brother an sister. Maybe she was also scared by these desires.

She tried to make it clear, "you will not be getting into mine."

Mitch just wasn't sure if her mind was saying one thing, and her body was saying something else. He decided to play to her nurturing nature.

"Sis. I am not trying to get into your pants." He realized that was mostly a lie. "I really appreciate that you are trying to help your virgin brother score with another girl, even if it is Anytime Alice. I am trying to learn what you are teaching me, but you keep pulling away."

Mitch stood up and approached Della. He put his hands on her waist, but kept some distance between their bodies.

"Why do you keep pulling away? Please help me. Teach me more."

He looked at her with sad, puppy dog eyes, hoping to play upon her instinctively supporting nature.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Della backed her feet upon the deck concrete just a few inches as her brother approached saying, "Why do you keep pulling away? Please help me. Teach me more."

"I will," she reassured him, removing his hands calmly and placing them at his own side. "But ... not like this."

She could see that he did not quite understand her meaning. She made an obvious gesture toward her fully displayed breasts, slathered with oil and glistening under the Indian Summer sun. She took another half step back, telling him, "Go to your bedroom. I'll meet you there. Ten minutes."

She backed again, then -- like a mother sending her naughty child to stand in the corner -- gestured him away with a waggling finger. As he headed off, Della watched his tight, muscular body -- and that beautiful ass -- with burning desire. She called to him harshly, "And put on some fucking clothes!"

She waited for him to disappear, then headed into the house and to her room. There, she took a quick shower, soaping herself liberally to remove the oil. She began coating her skin with lotion, softening herself from head to toe before asking herself Why?? And yet she knew it was unnecessary, she continued all the way from forehead to toes.

She donned far more clothes for her visit to her brother's room: an oversized tee, a less-sexy bra that opened in the back, and a pair of large, loose shorts that hid her more than anything she had worn yet during Mitch's education. She checked out her appearance in the mirror, and while she knew it was far less tempting than her earlier looks, she could not help but smile as she thought I could wear a deep sea diving suit and still turn heads.

She made her way to her brother's room...

 

[Inspirinious]

Mitch obeyed his sister's commands. He knew his "education" would be on her terms, or mostly on her terms.

As he returned to his room, he thought about his conflicting feelings and desires for Della. He was now thinking about her sexually each time he saw her, or even thought about her. He had always loved his sister, but only as a sister. Now he desired her in a whole new way.

He knew it was wrong. She was his sister. Yet it felt so right.

Della was teaching him how to score with a girl, likely with his current girlfriend Alice, but he was beginning to have desires for Della as well. He felt he could go along with Della's instructions, and maybe have her. And if not, he would learn how to score with Alice or other girls.

He came to realize that Della must also have similar conflicting thoughts. She must have sexual desires for him. Why else would she have set up the afternoon education out on the patio while she was wearing next to nothing? And she instructed him to kiss her, which she actively participated in. And she told him to touch her breasts, which obviously aroused her. Her nipples told him that. Her pulling away must be her fear taking over.

Mitch realized that to accomplish his goals of bagging a girl, and possibly his sister, that he needed to learn the techniques she was showing him, and he had to make Della feel comfortable, emotionally and sexually with him.

And he had to take it slow so to not scare her away completely.

Back in his room he stripped out of those tight briefs, allowing his cock to spring free. It still was semi-hard and slightly ached. He stroked it a few times. It felt good to do so, but it was becoming hard again. Maybe Della wouldn't like that right now, maybe another time, he hoped. He put on some boxers, baggy shorts, and a large t-shirt.

Then he lay back on his bed and waited for his sister.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"I think I have done enough for you," Della said upon entering Mitch's bedroom. "You're ready."

She watched for her brother's reaction to the obvious end of his education and any further sexual involvement with his sister. It did not take a genius to understand that he was disappointed!

Della had reached Mitch's door and reached to open it when she realized there was no fucking way in hell that she was going to walk into and then out of her brother's bedroom without taking his virginity. It just would not happen. The next piece of his education was to be how to touch a woman between her thighs without seeming like he was digging clams out of the sand at the beach. But Della's pussy was aching to be touched and even penetrated; and she was doing such a good job of teaching Mitch how to use his hands that at the end of it all, she simply would not want him to stop.

She had turned away from the door, returned to her room and made a quick call. And before Mitch could speak -- whether to accuse her of being a tease or tell her she was right -- Della held up her phone and announced, "I got you a date with Hanna Taylor ... Saturday night ... after your game."

That seemed to affect Mitch as much as telling him he would not be putting his hands between her thighs. Every student at City U -- as well as half of the population of the state -- knew who and what Hanna Taylor was: former City U cheer squad captain; Miss California runner up 2014; "Top Talent's" 2015 dance competition winner (with a performance that could not be viewed online more than two dozen countries); and, currently, both Assistant cheer squad captain with the LA Lakers and best friend to one, Dirty Della Davis.

"Don't ... embarrass ... me!" she demanded, turning on her heels and returning to her room as she called back, "She'll sleep with you on the first date if you don't fuck it up first ... Cherry!"