Chapter 6: Sibling Revelry
Davie shooed me off to visit with Vin while he worked on some kind of secret project. I was getting better about handling secrets, but he could sure be irritating sometimes. Breathe, Kaitlyn. Davie isn’t going to hurt us with secrets. Not like… No! Breathe.
I walked down the hallway and knocked on Vin’s door. “Can I come in?” I asked through the door.
Shortly, Vin called, “Come in!”
Inside, I found Vin sweating, a couple of large half-filled suitcases on the bed, he moving between them, his closet, and his dresser. “Packing,” was all he said.
“Ah. Can I help?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. You don’t know where all of my stuff is. Even if you did used to snoop, you’ve been out of the house for years, so it’s all moved around now; nyah!”
“I didn’t snoop!” I protested.
“Oh, yeah you did! You were the one who told mom about that Playboy I snuck into the house. You didn’t find that sitting on my nightstand, I’ll tell you that!”
“Ohhh…” I said contritely. “I’m sorry about that. I had no right.”
“Yeah, well… You’re forgiven, all right? I hope you’ve learned better in the meantime.”
“I think so. I had boundary issues as a kid, growing up in the middle like I did. I mean, I had you two,” meaning Allison and Vin, “all up in my business, too young to know what you were doing, and big ol’ Miguel stomping around and lording his age over the rest of us. I didn’t have much I thought of as my private stuff until I moved out, so my concept of ‘mine and thine’ was a little fuzzy back then.”
“Were we really such a pain?” he asked me.
“Yeah, kinda, but not in any purposeful way, I think. Let’s just let it go, okay, Vin? It’s part of the reason I came in here. I want us to be right with each other before you go.”
“You’ll be following me up a week later,” he pointed out.
“Sure, but it’s a big city. How much will we really see each other? Davie and I could conceivably spend our entire time up there and never see you once.”
“I won’t let it come to that,” Vin promised.
“Well, anyway, best not to let any sores go untreated before we go. Any more you’ve got that I can help you with?”
He flopped back onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling, then in a small voice, he said, “I think I need to ask your forgiveness for something.”
“Oh yeah you do, you little shit!” I said without much heat. He looked up at me in hurt surprise. “We heard you out in the field yesterday. You are totally busted!”
He clapped his hand over his eyes. “I saw you all sneak off, and I wanted to know what you were up to, and when I got out there… I just couldn’t tear my eyes away! Have you got any idea what it’s like to be 18 and not getting any?” Then he clapped the other hand over his face, one to a side, perhaps hoping to hold any other unfortunate utterances inside.
I sat carefully down on the edge of the bed, then put my hand on his chest. “A bit, yeah. I was 18 once, too.”
“But not 18 and male and socially awkward and the youngest and always overshadowed and…” Then he took a long deep breath, letting it out in a longer sigh. “Shit.”
I stroked his chest comfortingly. “What happened at the wedding?”
“You and Davie got wed,” he said stupidly.
“Did you fail to notice that Davie set you up with a willing partner? Went to a lot of trouble to pull it off, in fact?” I said gently.
“Oh, that. Nothing happened.” I didn’t say anything, letting him fill the silence. “Jess and I had a great time at the party, letting the rest of you lead it, but then bed time came, and we just sort of went off to the tent, got into our individual bags, and went to sleep. Next day, we all broke up, she went back to Salt Lake, and I came back here. That’s it. No more. I’m a social fuckup, Kate.”
“Lookit, you kind of got a raw deal as the youngest. Our dad’s pretty remote, not emotionally capable of teaching you how to win a girl’s heart. Miguel’s 10 years older than you, out of the house for years by the time you hit puberty, and I was off to college, spending most of my time out of the house. All you really had at that point was Allison, and she was too immature to look after your needs in the romance department. Add to that being socially awkward… Yeah, I can see how you got to where you are now.”
“Yup. I suck with girls,” he said with a small smile.
“Let me help. I know a thing or two more now than I did back when I was entering college and you were my zitty little brother, who I rarely saw more than for meals.”
I sat on the bed, then commanded him, “Sit up. You won’t get any girls flopped on your bed feeling sorry for yourself.”
Once he’d pulled himself erect on the bed, I continued, “All right, first lesson little bro: when a girl comes into your tent naked and offers to sleep with you, this is called a clue, and it should not take that big a smack with the clue-bat before you take the hint.”
“So I should have jumped her bones right then?” he said incredulously.
“Of course not, but you definitely should have made a move. A careful move, especially with someone so shy as Jess. You two are both socially awkward, so you need to start out tentatively. Your mistake was in not doing a thing at all, Vicente. Reach out and stroke her arm, or give her a compliment, or slip your hand into hers… Something! It’s all about eyes, and small touches, and loving words, and hands, and… It all builds until it gets to kissing, and from there, it takes a small bomb to derail, so you can figure it out from there,” I finished, feeling somewhat exasperated. Wasn’t this all obvious?
He just looked at me mutely, so I sighed and went on, “You’ve got to go slow and watch the signs. Know when to back off and when to push forward, and then how fast to push.”
“All right, how do I know that, then?” he asked mulishly.
Was I going to have to just show him? Well, hell, why not? Words weren’t working.
“Seduce me, Vin. C’mon, lay some moves on.” I reached out and picked up his hand, none too gently.
“You’ve got nice eyes, Kate.”
“Good, good. Go on.”
“And nice…”
I interrupted him when his eyes dropped to my chest, “No, no, no! Never compliment her body. Well, not until you’re much farther along. Certainly not your second line.” I shook my head and considered whether smacking him across the forehead would help. I contented myself with a sigh instead. “Eyes are fine, but nothing below the neck, okay? Try again.”
He sighed, too. “You tell me to watch for the signs, but then you go and get angry. What signs‽” he demanded.
“Well, where I got angry, a whole lot of girls would, too, so take that lesson to heart. But you’re right as far as giving signs, so I’ll try to act my role better. Now try again,” I repeated.
He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb, so I stroked his palm with my fingers. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it, so I leaned in towards him. He shifted his position on the bed, carefully, watching my eyes, and stroked my opposite shoulder, then whispered, “You really do have lovely eyes, Kate.”
Oh, wow, he really was getting me gooey inside! I decided to play along and return a compliment of my own. “I like your nose.”
“My nose?” he chortled.
“Yeah, it’s strong, like your dad’s,” and then I leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on its tip.
He shifted closer to me and stroked my hair. “I’ve always admired your hair. You started cutting it this way, what, six, seven years ago? I’ve always admired it. Kind of like…”
“Nana Visitor?” I supplied.
“Yeah, exactly! How do you even know who she is? You’re not into Star Trek.”
I’d slipped there. That was Davie’s first impression of me, too, and I’d remembered the comparison. Vin was right, I didn’t have much use for Star Trek. I had to patch this over if I was to stay in character. “How do you know what I’m into? We’ve seen each other casually across the room for years, but we’re talking to each other for the first time now. You were telling me about my hair?”
“Oh, right,” he said, realizing he’d slipped out of character, too. Then he resumed stroking my short-cropped hair, in the 90s business cut I preferred. “It’s just so… I don’t know, nice! Maybe because it’s so different from that of other girls. Not mannish, still very feminine, but different, you know? I like different.”
“You certainly are different yourself. You don’t fit much into any of the stereotypes. Geekish, I suppose, but also strong,” and I stroked gently down his chest, “and handsome,” then over his cheek, “and gentle…”
And then he kissed me! Straight on the mouth, and I caught myself relaxing into it before I froze. ‘What’re you doing, Kate‽’ I demanded of myself. Then I told myself I’m acting and teaching, that’s what I’m doing, and I started showing Vin how to kiss properly. He sucked, but with practice, he improved.
Shortly, I found myself in his arms and loving it. I mentally pulled back, telling myself this was a tutorial session, and concentrated on the kissing lesson.
Vin broke the kiss. “Wow, sis, that was… Incredible.”
“You need practice, but you saw the improvement there at the end, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, somewhat dazed.
“Now, normally that might be the end of the first date, but let’s push the curriculum right along, okay?”
“All right.”
“Second date, maybe you start kissing, and she’s getting into it, not giving you any signals she wants to stop or turn back. So, you take another small step, like lift my shirt a bit.” He sat there like a lump, so I said with some asperity, “Go on, lift it. Just a bit.” He did. “Now look me in the eyes, and see what I do about it.” He raised his eyes from my shirt’s lower hem to my eyes in a jerky movement, so I smiled tentatively at him. “Smooth movements, my student, always smooth movements. So, you see I’m not frightened off. Put your hand under it. Just along the belly and flank. Gentle and slow. Watch my eyes, not my skin!”
He pulled his eyes up and slid his hand along my belly and side like I’d asked, and I gave him an encouraging sign.
He took the next step on his own, reaching up and grabbing my breast through my bra!
“Gently,” I cautioned. “It’s not a head of lettuce. It’s sensitive and soft, and you’re always one wrong move from scaring me off.”
His hand slipped back down from under my shirt, and he saw my disappointment until he grabbed the lower hem, looking a question at me. I didn’t give any answer at all, so he began lifting it carefully, slowly, giving me time to decide.
I lifted my arms, and he got a wide smile on his face. He pulled my shirt off, and went back to caressing my breasts through the bra, taking my lesson to heart. Then he began nuzzling them, and I groaned in appreciation. Then, his face in my cleavage, he began fumbling with the catch.
“Stop,” I bade him gently. “Let me spin around and show you. Learning it backwards and blind like that is the worst possible way.” I did as proposed and talked him through unclasping and re-clasping the bra a few times, then spun around and said, “Resume.” He unclasped my bra with more expertise this time, and began caressing my naked breasts.
“They’re amazing, Kate,” he said in a soft voice. “You have no idea how happy I was to see them back at that first nudist picnic. And then you started teaching me meditation, starting with deep breathing. Were you trying to assassinate your brother by exploding his cock, or what?” he asked with faux exasperation.
I laughed hard at this, and he joined in. “Sorry,” I said, getting myself under control. “No, I wasn’t teasing you, I was trying to calm you down. I thought it was Carmen who was going to do you in! I was saving you, bro! Show some gratitude!”
“Oh, my goodness, Carmen.” He just sighed wistfully, then got a serious look on his face. “No. I’m screwing this up. Kate, you are the only woman for me,” he said, his mouth quivering into a quirk, attempting to get back into character.
I got my game face back on, and started lifting the hem of his tee shirt. He got his arms up faster than I had, and I caressed his chest. It wasn’t flat, but not really muscular. Kind of a swimmer’s body, even though I knew he hadn’t swum seriously in years. It was all of the part-time farm work that had kept him in shape.
He ran his hands over my belly. I tightened it. “How do you do it, Kate? You’re so…fit!”
“Lots and lots of exercise, me boyo.” I almost talked about Davie at that point, but caught myself just in time. Stay in character! “I bike a lot, several miles most every day in fact. That takes care of cardio and my lower body; then I do strength training and upper body work at the gym three nights a week. What you’re touching now, Vin, that’s thousands of sit-ups a year, these days mostly while clasping a 50 pound weight over my chest.”
I ran my hand over his belly and found it wanting. “You might want to give it a try, but start without the weight.”
Vin’s eyes dropped in embarrassment, but I fell back out of character again, slipping back into the bossy big sister role. “C’mon, Vinny-boy, peel. Let’s see what we’re working with.” His eyes went wide, so I told him, “Quit stalling! You want advice on how to attract girls, don’t you? There’s more to it than bodies, but a good physique will help. Shuck it!”
He rolled his eyes with the attitude of a little boy told to go comb his hair, but he kicked his sneakers and jeans into the corner of the room. So like a guy!
“Underwear, too,” I prompted him.
Vin turned a bit pink, but he slid his tighty-whities off and flung them after the jeans.
“All right,” I told him, “gimme a leg lunge to the side.” I was gratified to see some fairly developed quads. Nowhere near what Davie sported, but nice anyway. “Turn around and lunge on the other leg.” He did, and I admired a skinny but flab-free butt.
“Good, good,” I told him, darting my eyes up just in time to meet his as he turned his head to see what I was looking at.
“Not exactly a jock, am I?” he said.
I thought he might have been fishing for compliments, but I replied honestly, “You’re no Chippendales model, but you are physically attractive. Take it from a female, all right?”
He shook his head slightly. “You now, Kate… You’re just plain gorgeous.” Then he sat back down on the edge of the bed wearing just his socks, his eyes returning to focus on my breasts again, his hand tentatively rising to caress them gently once again, starting to play with them, enjoying the look of them as they wobbled about, gaining confidence the longer I let him play without objection.
“Kiss a nipple,” I suggested. He looked back in mild shock, so I added, “and lick it. Go on.”
Tentatively, he followed my advice, and I gave him a clear signal in return, “Ohhhh…goooood. Keep going!”
He kissed and slurped and fondled around my breasts for a good minute, and then he surprised me again, slipping his hands down into my exercise shorts! ‘Keep the role going!’ I scolded myself, then aloud said, “Watch the signals. Am I saying ‘stop’?”
“No.”
“Are my eyes saying ‘stop’?”
“No.”
“So go.” And he did, slipping further down into my shorts, stopping at the pubic hair. He took a deep breath and resumed his explorations, stopping again when he discovered the wetness. “That’s a very good sign, Vin. It says the girl is hot for you, getting ready for sex. That’s natural lubrication.”
He stopped, shocked, realizing what that meant.
And with that, I realized what I’d just admitted to! I bit my lip, then waited to see what he’d do.
“Lay back?” he asked. He didn’t push, didn’t insist, just asked. So I did, and he slid my shorts off, taking the panties with them, then got down close to my kitty and started petting her, looking at the moisture on his fingers, sniffing it, then eventually tasting it, scrunching his nose up a bit at that last.
“It’s an acquired taste,” I suggested.
Too late I realized I’d made another implicit suggestion, but I decided to roll with it: I spread my legs wider.
He took the invitation and started to lick me. “Carefully! Stay away from the center part to begin with. Work from the outer area inward.” I felt his tongue on my thigh, and said, “That far out can work, but you can start closer in. Try the crease between my thigh and groin.” I let out a moan of appreciation when he’d followed my instruction. Then I felt him tentatively tongue closer and closer in towards the center, then stop before he got there.
“Can I stick my finger in?”
“You not only can, you should. One only to start with. Feel the tightness.”
Vin slipped one of his heavy farmer’s fingers into me, much thicker than Davie’s almost ladylike delicate typist’s fingers. I groaned again, deeper this time.
“Stroke it in and out gently, then resume licking.” I really started to get into it. It was probably about here that I forgot to Act, and just started to react. “Turn your fingertip upwards, toward my belly’s surface. It’s especially sensitive there; rub it!” He did. “Gaaah! Right there!”
“Am I doing it wrong?”
“No, you’re doing it very right! But gently! Stroke me right there!” He resumed, and I had to hold tight to my control. “Now,” I pushed out through a pant, “look at,” pant, “the top,” pant, “of my, hahh!” pant, “kitty!” pant, “Hmmpf! See the,” pant, “little round, eeeeyeah!…button?”
“Yeah?” he said, his mouth half-full.
“Lick it,” pant, “carefully! Ayaahhh! Yeah,” pant, “right there! Yaahhahh! I’m gonna,” pant, “stop telling,” pant, “and let you,” pant, “figure it out,” pant, “from signals! Aaaahhayya!” pant, “Aaaahhayyahhh!”
And then he drove me to two solid orgasms, ending up with three fingers in me.
After coming down from the second climax, I said, “All right, stop!” Pant, pant. “That little button is my clitoris, and it’s like the tip of your dick, only even more sensitive. That’s why you start outward and work inward.” He nodded studiously. “Then you felt the squeezing on your fingers?” He nodded attentively again. “That was my orgasm. I’d suggest that unless a woman tells you differently, you lay off the clit while she’s having an orgasm. If you’re fingering and tonguing her, you can keep up the fingering, but stop licking the clit. If you’re in missionary position with her, it’s best to just pause to avoid overstimulating it. Positions like doggy avoid that problem, letting you stroke right through the orgasm if you want.”
He looked a little confused, so I tried again. “Ever tried stroking your cock head while cumming?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of painful,” he responded.
“Right, so lay off the girl’s clit through an orgasm if you don’t want to get kicked out of bed. Golden rule, right?” I lay back and let the orgasm’s afterglow fade, then said, “So, are we done here?”
“Um…” he just said, then looked down.
His glans was swollen, almost purple.
I gasped in sympathy, but he mistook my sentiment.
He started backwards and pulled his arms in towards himself protectively. “I’m sorry!”
I lay back and started to think. I’d let it go too far, and now I’d wound him up, and it was my fault, and…
He interrupted my thoughts, saying, “No, dammit, I’m not sorry! You’re giving me these signals, and it’s working, and I’m getting it, and you’re teaching me, and I think I’m learning, but then you cut it off, and… Dammit, sis, I need this! Please?”
I sighed inwardly. ‘Oh, Kate-girl, what’ve you done now?’
I studied his anguished, pitiable look, and spoke in a quiet voice, “Have you got protection?”
His jaw dropped, clearly not expecting that, despite his emotional demand. He obviously hadn’t been thinking this through clearly. Maybe he thought I’d go for a hand job or something? He was as shocked at how far this had gone as I was.
“P-p-protection? Y-y-yeah. I was a Boy Scout, you remember. Be Prepared,” he quoted in a shaky voice, in a clear but failed attempt at jauntiness.
“Do you know how to use it?”
“It’s totally unfounded optimism, but yes, I’ve been practicing, so I know what to do with a condom.”
“Show me,” I said, still quiet.
“N-now?”
I just looked at him and raised one eyebrow.
In a very small voice, he said, “They’re over there,” pointing across me at the nightstand next to my side of the bed. Now my ‘big sister’ demon bit, tempting me into just laying there grinning at him. He let out a “Gah!” sound of frustration and stretched out across me toward the drawer. Once he’d gotten his hand on the box and was withdrawing it, I raised my hand high and gave his tight young butt a smack!
“Hey!” he said, jerking his hand back across the bed, pulling along a string of condoms.
“You really are an optimist, aren’t you?” I teased. “One will do for now.”
“Hilarious, sis,” he replied, but he was grinning now, too.
He tore one off and competently put it on. He had indeed been practicing! Then he leaned over and kissed me again, considerably more skillfully this time. Then he just gently nudged my knees aside and got between them, and looked into my eyes. I nodded, and he slipped easily inside me; I was used to Davie’s greater girth, and we’d had plenty of foreplay to get me slicked up.
“Mmmmmmfffhh!” I sighed gutturally at his invasion.
“Oh, my god, this feels amazing, Kate!”
With his cock implanted deep and motionless inside me, I replied, “You saw how it’s done properly out in the field, twice over. That wasn’t porn, that was real sex, and now it’s your turn; let’s see how you do.”
He began pumping slowly, shuddering, eyes rolling back in his head.
I didn’t need my Gaia sense to know he was about to pop already. “Stop!” I said.
He stopped immediately, but took a sec to answer. “What? What’d I do wrong?”
“Nothing, but you’re very close to orgasm; I can tell.”
“How?”
“Never mind. You must learn this lesson if you learn no other, little bro: you might have only one shot. As young as you are, you might be able to shoot a half dozen times a night, but even then, you need some time to recover between each one. You might not get that second chance if you screw the first one up. So, you’ve got to keep control until your partner’s had at least one orgasm of her own. Girls can have several back to back, but you’ve got to give at least one before you pop and go to sleep. This is important, Vin! Vitally important!”
“All right, all right. I’m getting limp already.”
“You aren’t, but you don’t have to get limp, just calm down a bit. Pull out for a sec and lemme show you a thing. Come up here on my chest. Straddle me. C’mon,” I urged. Once his cock was bobbing in my face, I jammed my fingers into his perineum and pushed hard. “Feel that?”
“I’d have to be dead not to!” he protested with a grunt.
“See what it did to your cock?” I pushed again.
“It’s bobbing!”
“You’ve got muscles that go through here, and you can clench them. Make your cock bob for me.” Once he got it bobbing without the aid of my fingers, I said, “Right. That’s your PC muscle.”
“What’ve computers got to do with it?” he asked with a bewildered look on his face, the little geekling triggering on a term he thought he understood.
“No no, the muscle’s got some horrid long Latin name I forget, so everyone just calls it the PC muscle. You can look it up later. The important thing here is that you can strengthen it and its neighbors with squats and similar exercises, but you can also exercise it by edging, either in masturbation or during sex. When this muscle is strong enough, you can use it to pinch off an orgasm before it shoots. If you’re really close, you can stop stroking and hold onto your shot, but only if you catch it in time. If you get into a bad spot, you can use your fingers to push hard on your PC muscle like I just did and hold it off that way, but that kind of backs the system up, so it’s better to learn internal control of it, all right?”
He nodded in understanding. “All right.”
“Now get back inside me and start again, but clamp down on the orgasm before you shoot. Stop stroking if you have to. We’re going to edge you up to an orgasm several stages at a time, if we can. You’ll find that the orgasm is better the longer you edge, up to a point. Most girls, there’s a limit to how much they can take, so you’ll want to finish before then. It’s a balance. The important thing is not to shoot in the first few minutes. Let the girl get hers, then if you’ve got to let go, at least you’ve done the chivalrous thing, all right?”
“Got it,” he confirmed.
Then he slid back into me, and his serious student look was replaced by bliss once again. “Oh, that’s nice, Vin. Make me feel good.”
“Oh, I’m close again already!” he said urgently.
“Stop stroking and pinch it off!” but I could see I was too late.
“Nnnngghhhh!” he grunted, his teeth gritted, back arched, buns tight, jammed as deep into me as he could go. “Aw, shit,” he finally panted.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll go again when you’re ready. Throw this condom away and get another one. We’ll see if you learned something from that once you stiffen back up enough to get it on.”
We spoke of some of the more intellectual aspects of sex through his refractory period. A minute or so after his erection reappeared, I ended the lesson by saying, “All right, Vin, lecture period is over. Back into the lab now. Go get your protective lab gear on.”
He grinned as he turned back to the bedside table to retrieve another condom, saying, “And I have such a nice lab partner!”
The second time around, he lasted longer. I got him to stop and edge a few times before he lost control again.
“Zzzzzzthhhhhhhngggggghhhhh!” he vocalized at the end, his tongue pressed so hard up against the back of his clenched teeth that I saw it poke pinkly through the tiny gaps, the tendons along his neck taut, his back bowed. Vin stayed inside me for most of a minute before slipping loosely out.
“Much better this time, Vin!” I told him.
“That felt…a-maze-ing,” he admitted. “I mean, the first time was awesome, but…”
“That’s the edging,” I explained. “When you build the orgasm up that way, it feels much better when released.” Vin just nodded his understanding, so I continued, “Now realize that you have almost no skill yet. Imagine where you’ll be when you get good!”
“Holy cats,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I resumed the lecture course from earlier, stopping about half an hour later when I noticed he was still limp. “Is this not interesting?” I asked him.
“Sure, I’m listening; keep going,” he said attentively, looking up into my eyes from the hand he had on my breast as part of my latest little lesson.
I wasn’t exactly worried at his apparent greater interest in the lecture than the lab, so to speak, but I’d thought I could simply talk an 18 year old into a third stiffy. The fact is, I was a bit miffed at myself for my failure. It was time for a different sort of lesson.
I tipped him onto his back, breaking his hand’s caressing over my breasts, then straddled him and crawled backwards down his chest and belly until my nose was in his unkempt bush. I slurped his limp noodle in and began reinvigorating it.
“Hey, what‽” he exclaimed.
I was certain he knew what I was doing, so I didn’t break off to answer his surprised exclamation.
I oscillated his limp cock in my mouth, one cheek to the next, back and forth, paying particular attention to his foreskin-clad frenulum. Our parents were apparently of the totality school of Catholicism, the “body is a temple” doctrine where cutting is considered a violation of God’s creation.
Soon I had his cock head out of its protective sheath, plumping up nicely in my mouth. I took the opportunity to swallow him deeply a few times before it got too big to fit, too firm to make the bend down my throat.
“Aw, Kate, that’s sooooo…nnnnice!” he moaned.
With the job now complete, I deep-throated him as best as I could, pulling my lips back along his shaft in a single slurp to dry him off, letting his tool flop out of my mouth when I reached the tip, making a small smack sound as it hit his belly.
He looked disappointed for an instant when he saw that I wasn’t going to continue with that, reaching up past him for a packet he’d set aside on the nightstand.
He brightened when he realized I was getting a third condom for him. I put it on competently, shifted myself above his hips, and slid the lubricated package up into myself.
He sighed, “Yeah, you control it this time, Kate.”
I leant forward, kissed him on the lips and said, “You’ve got it, bro.” Then I started to move again.
He went a solid fifteen minutes that way before losing it again, what with me watching his signals and stopping for him, but eventually I lost him to orgasm again.
Vin was no patch on Davie, but considering how little experience he had…
That sparked a thought. “Vin, were you a…” I couldn’t continue.
“A virgin?” he asked quietly.
I nodded mutely.
“Yeah. You’re my first, sis. Thank you! Thank you so much! I couldn’t have asked for a better first partner.”
I was somewhat touched, somewhat saddened. “You don’t wish it was Jess?”
“I dunno. I suppose that would have been excellent, too, but I’m not sure she’d have been as patient a teacher. This whole virginity thing… Why don’t we treat it like a driver’s license? Why do we send inexperienced kids off to learn from other inexperienced kids? Isn’t that kind of stupid? Why don’t we have boner’s ed class in high school? Hell, middle school, just after puberty!”
I belly laughed at that.
“Well, here’s something for you to consider: boys and girls are different. Don’t let anyone tell you they’re exactly the same, interchangeable. There’s something to be said for social equality, to be sure, but we are absolutely not interchangeable at the sexual level. It’s biologically deep, and you can’t get around it by passing laws and holding parades. Whatever you’ve got in mind for this boner’s ed class, it almost certainly won’t work for the girls.”
I lay back, sighed, and spoke wistfully, “The only kind of one size fits all idea I can come up with is giving each kid a sex toy in gym class, then have them all strip off and work side by side under an experienced couple acting as tutors, demonstrating techniques and such. The kids would take their toys home so they’d have a way to keep their hormones under control without having to resort to learning from each other. Then they could pair up for better reasons than just being horny; kids might come to care for each other as people before they started humping.”
I shook my head to clear the wool out and sighed. “But that’s just a lovely dream. It’ll never happen in the US. Certainly not in Utah.”
“Cindy Martens,” Vin said wistfully, laying beside me, hands behind his head.
“Who?”
“Class president and prom queen. Super nice and a total babe. I’d have loved to watch her learn to use a dildo.”
That busted me up laughing. I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. Did I just set all the kids in my imaginary class up for wild experimentation with each other, or did I send them all off alone to their bedrooms to go wild on fantasies?
“All right,” I finally said, laying down the law, “no more sex with me until you get a girlfriend, and then only maybe after that. You have got to learn to fly, and this is me kicking you out of the nest, little bro. Got it?”
“Yeah,” he said sadly, “you’re right. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart, but you’re right.”
“While I’m scolding you, you owe Miguel and Carmen an apology. If you don’t tell them what you did soon, I will. You can’t go spying on people like that. Davie and I got a guy thrown in jail for that not long back, remember?”
His head lowered, but he said, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll do it.”
“One more thing: this was an accelerated course, bro, not what you should expect any normal woman to give out. The real progression could take weeks or months.”
“Oh, I figured that one out already. This was a unique event.”
I sighed and offered, “Extremely weird, at any rate.” Then, wanting to get off that topic, I asked, “So, how about Jess?”
“We’ve been chatting online regularly since the wedding. Most nights, in fact.”
“Really? Any sparks?”
“Kind of. She seems interested in me, at least.” He paused, then continued, “And you’ve made me really regret not making a move on her. To think that I could have had her already!” Frustrated with his social awkwardness, he growled, “Aaarrgh!”
“I’m not saying it was a sure thing, little bro, but you should have at least tried for it. You almost never get what you don’t reach for. I was impressed with Davie’s perceptiveness in choosing her for you. It was a good match.”
“Yeah, I could really get into her. And I don’t just mean her pants,” he clarified.
“So go to her, Vin, go now! Call her, set up a date for tonight, and go see what happens! It’s better that way anyway: I thought you were loony to try and go up Labor Day weekend, with classes starting the following Tuesday. This way, you’ll have a week to settle in. But more than that, Vin: you can spend this evening trying to woo someone other than your freaking sister!”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right!” Then he looked at me and said in a joking tone that incompletely masked a serious undertone, “Get out of here, I’ve got to make some calls.”
I started gathering up my clothes, eager to accede. As a parting shot I said, “With any luck, you can save some fees on that student dorm, sharing her bed after you two fall deeeeply in looooove.”
He threw a pillow at me, and I scooted out the door into the hallway, laughing, my clothing in a bundle clasped to my belly.
I resisted listening at the door to see what he’d say to Jess, dressing in the bathroom instead. In there, I heard some strange groaning sounds from outside the window. Not a person groaning, but like…an earthquake? But without the shaking?
I was about to look out the window and see what was going on out there when I heard the front door open, so I threw on the rest of my clothes as quickly as I could.