"Teaching Him, Teaching Me"

[Inspirinious]

Mitch hated it when Della called him Cherry. Yeah, he was still a virgin, but he hated how she used that name in a demeaning way with him. He wanted her to stop, but that might mean the end of his "education".

But then again, his education may be over anyway. He just couldn't figure her out. What did she want? Did she really want to help him out? Maybe he should talk with her again.

He walked to her room, her door was closed. He knocked twice.

"Are you there Sis? I need to talk to you." He heard no answer but felt certain she was there.

"You've taught me how to get to second base, but I really don't think I am ready for someone as experienced as Hanna Taylor."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"You've taught me how to get to second base," Mitch told Della honestly, "but I really don't think I am ready for someone as experienced as Hanna Taylor."

"You aren't," Della said flatly and without hesitation. "But I can't teach you anything more right now."

What she meant by that, of course, was If we continue I'm going to fuck you all night long. But she could not tell Mitch that. Della refused to admit that she had been weak. From the moment she had told her brother to get his ass downstairs for training, Della had known that she was going to be fully in charge, that she was going to show him how to use his lips and hands, that it could not help but excite him and cause all kinds of swelling down below -- which she had known would be fun for her -- and that when she was done, she would walk away without any sexual desires for the Cherry that would not have any idea how to satisfy her anyway.

That was what Della had known. Only, she had been just as naïve about her ability to hold back the yearning as Mitch had been naïve about ... well, everything! She had fucked up! She had let kissing and groping and caressing overpower her.

She pointed to the chair sitting next to her wall, not wanting Mitch to sit on her bed, where she would undoubtedly strip him bare and molest him to no end. "Listen. I taught you a lot in the last 24 hours. You have the moves. You just need to be both confident and empathetic at the same time. Don't just think about getting your cock wet." She jabbed a finger toward his groin, in which it was obvious that his healthy cock was to one degree or another already a bit swollen. "You're not gonna lose your virginity by getting close, then fucking it up by moving to fast or not considering your lover's-- potential lover's feelings."

She gestured him out of the room with a feigned wave of annoyance. "Go to bed. Get some sleep. Dream good dreams..." She smiled devilishly, adding, "...cream your shorts."

(BTW, I made a mistake in the previous post. Hanna is with the LA Lakers, not the UCLA Bruins.)

 

[Inspirinious]

Mitch returned to his room, his thoughts not any clearer than before. Della appeared very supportive, but he knew she was not being completely forthcoming with him. It wasn't as if she was lying to him, she just wasn't telling him everything. As he was her twin, he could sense somethings about her that other people couldn't. And this was one of those times.

As Saturday night approached, he had mixed feelings. Hanna Taylor was obviously a hot babe, and very experienced sexually. Mitch was not in her league whatsoever. But Della had set up the date for him to take Hanna to an expensive restaurant, after his game that night. Knowing that he had limited funds, Della gave him their father's credit card, that they were only to use for emergencies. Apparently Della figured that Mitch's virginity was one such emergency.

- - - - - -

Sunday morning Mitch was sitting alone at the breakfast table. He was not looking forward to discussing with his sister how his date with Hanna had gone. Della had big hopes that Mitch would lose his virginity. Mitch had big hopes that he would lose his virginity. But it didn't happen.

Dinner at the restaurant had gone well. His parents had educated him on the finer points of being a gentleman and taking a woman out to dinner. He knew to open doors, hold a chair for her, and even how to conduct a decent conversation. Later last night, Hanna had invited him into her apartment. They had gotten romantic on her sofa. His kisses were well received and returned with passion, although the wine she had earlier with dinner may have helped some. He even felt her breast, gently pinched her nipple, and he had a hand between her thighs feeling the crotch of her panties.

But that was as far as he got. Suddenly Hanna told him that was further than she went on first dates and that maybe they would do more on another date. He knew it was a lie. Her reputation for putting out on first dates was known far and wide.

Mitch had struck out again.

And now he had to face his sister and tell her what happened, and what didn't happen.

He sipped his coffee and waited for Della to appear.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Della was already wearing a knowing and critical smirk on her face when she entered the kitchen. She gave her brother a sharp look, went for coffee, gave him a shake of her head, poured some cereal and milk, looked to Mitch again with lightly rolling eyes, toasted a bagel, and finally -- after what was likely the longest eight minutes of her brother's life -- sat down with her food on the opposite side of the kitchen table and stared closely into his eyes.

"Jesus, Mitch," she said, shaking her head, then chuckling. "What do I have to do to get you laid...? Open my own fucking thighs?"

She chuckled again as she dug into her breakfast. She thought to herself, That's not actually a bad idea, but ... NOT gonna happen. She laughed again, then explained, "Hannah called me even as you were getting into your car last night. She asked me if I'd lied to her, if you were actually just a 15 years old boy with an 18 year old man's body?"

She questioned him in detail about every word he spoke, every movement he made, each touch he had attempted. It did not sound as if Mitch had done anything imperfect: he simply had not shown the level of adultness that the LA Laker's quarter back was used.

She stood and told him flatly, "Back to the drawing board. Mom and dad take off again for the weekend on Friday ... two days. We'll start your training again then.

 

[Inspirinious]

Della appeared to do all she could to make their discussion uncomfortable. She didn't say a word while she prepared her own breakfast. And when she finally spoke, it was obvious that she already knew what had happened, or didn't happen the night before between Mitch and Hannah.

Mitch knew that Hannah and Della were close friends. He should have expected that they would have already shared info about last night. Still Della grilled him about every detail of the previous night, every touch and every move he made. Della didn't indicate that he did things wrong. Maybe, he thought, he just didn't show enough confidence. Maybe he needed more experience.

He was heartened to hear that Della wanted to continue his education the coming weekend, when their parents would be gone.

The week passed slowly for him. Each night as he lay alone in bed, his sister's words "What do I have to do to get you laid...? Open my own fucking thighs?" sounded clearly in his head and made his cock hard. He masturbated each night, thinking about sex with Della, each night becoming more comfortable about the idea of fucking his sister. When Friday morning finally arrived, he was eager to spend time alone with her.

Mitch arrived home from campus late Friday afternoon. Their parents had already left for the weekend. He headed upstairs to his bedroom and saw that Della's bedroom door was closed, a sign that she was home. He approached her door and knocked.

"Della, I'm home. Can we talk?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Della, I'm home. Can we talk?"

When his sister did not answer and he opened the door, instead of finding Della Mitch found a sheet of paper in the middle of her bed with his name written large across the top. Smaller across the bottom it read: "The G-Spot. I'll be at the door at 11 sharp. Don't be a second late if you want to get laid."



It was actually closer to 11:10 when Della realized she had been having so much fun that she had forgotten about her brother. She stood on her tippy toes to whisper to her dance partner that she had to split, then made her way through the discotheque's writhing crowd to get to the front entrance. She winked at the bouncer -- once a lineman for the Raiders until an injury sidelined him -- and headed out the VIP entrance to look for Mitch.

As she had expected, he was standing there waiting like the horny little boy he was. She waved him to the velvet rope, gestured to the second bouncer -- currently a contender for the MMA championship title -- that Mitch was with her, and in they went together. Della drug him in by the hand until they arrived at a tall, thin, sexy woman in a second skin dance dress and five inch heels.

"Dance," was all the said to her brother. "Show me your moves.