Good god, what had he done?
He’d thrown down the gauntlet and his sister, Jocelyn, had taken it up without a moment’s hesitation, accepting his lewd proposition as if he were doing her a favour. She’d caught him in a… let’s say, ‘awkward’ position, and when she’d refused to leave because “she needed to learn about this stuff to get a boyfriend”, (wtf?), he’d said that in that case ‘she’ could be the star of the show, the one ‘caught with her pants down’. Literally. In hindsight, he’d probably over-reacted in suspecting her of trying to set him up, or of having some kind of ulterior motive for coming downstairs and watching him, but he hadn’t for a minute believed that she’d actually ACCEPT his ‘terms’ when he’d thrown them out there. When she’d walked in on him unannounced, he’d been angry and embarrassed but he wasn’t going to apologize for being wary. If anyone was going to end up being put in a vulnerable position it wasn’t going to be him. He’d been made a fool of before and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.
In high school, Mark hadn’t needed to buy the oversized shirts or non-prescription glasses to portray the persona of the studious geek that he deliberately cultivated now. He had been that guy! And just like in a classic bad movie, he’d regularly helped an out-of-his-league little bitch with her homework until one day, again just like in the movie, when he’d been approaching her from behind to hand off his latest assignment, he’d heard her mocking and disparaging him with her gaggle of girlfriends. Never again.
He didn’t have relationships now; he had ‘transactions’. Who would have thought but, nowadays, there seemed to be any number of young women on campus approaching him for help with their studies. The currency of exchange was always negotiated and clearly understood in advance. He supposed he’d turned cold and calculating but it seemed to work for him and he always had an adequate supply of ‘additional assignments’.
Now, on his wide-screen TV in the private basement suite of his family’s home, his for when he was here from university, Jocelyn watched the porn she’d caught him jerking off to. She stared at the screen with wide-eyed fascination as a scrawny chick with huge tits deep-throated a fat, balding guy who was holding her head steady by the hair to fuck her face. His sister was too young and innocent to be watching this shit. Her friend was supposed to be having a pajama party for Jocelyn’s 18th birthday tonight but their parents had insisted they both return from school for the long weekend and then had, as usual, promptly taken off and left them alone. She’d come downstairs with who-knew-what on her mind, in crotch-length pink baby doll pjs and matching panties wearing pink stilettos that she teetered on slightly as she grasped the 3/4 empty bottle of pink bubbly she’d apparently gotten to celebrate her birthday with her friend.
Watching her watch the screen made him a lot more… unsettled… than watching it himself ever had. He’d never heard of a girl approaching her own brother to learn about sex but what did he know. He couldn’t say he was well-acquainted with so-called ‘family life’. His friends didn’t discuss family around him either because they knew his was virtually non-existent, so maybe it wasn’t so unusual for sisters to ask for advice after all. The whole idea seemed pretty fraught with challenges in his opinion but he’d rather she got advice from him rather than any kind of instruction from the majority of assholes out there. Men were pigs and well he knew it.
He glanced back towards her, at those wide eyes taking it all in. She looked so young in her naivety; he felt so tired in his villainy. “Christ!” He grabbed the remote, deliberately clicked off the porn and spun off the couch, “I need a drink.” and stalked towards the bartop in the kitchen, tightening the tented towel wrapped around his waist. “And you!” he turned briefly and pointed to the door, “need to go. Now.”
“Hey! Why’d you do that? I was watching that, you know!”
With his back and wide shoulders turned to her while he poured his drink, her eyes explored his suite. This didn’t look like the space of the skinny little geek who’d turned into the tall, lanky scruff of a scholar with the attitude of a viper. She didn’t know where he got his style, but this wasn’t the sterile, modern decor of his parents. It was classy but warm and inviting. She could imagine a fireplace, though there wasn’t one. There was a big desk, the matching bookshelf serving as a divider between the main living area and his bedroom and full of books that were obviously not just for show. On his desk was a lone laptop: definitely not the gaming set-up she’d somehow been expecting. He had his own style; not one molded by the low expectations of their parents; whereas she, with her Barbie-doll-bedroom and accessories, was not only living down to those expectations, but usually felt, and worse, was treated, like they defined her. Alcohol blurred the flash of insight and she decided Lefkoşa Escort to think about it when she was sober.
In the corner she spotted weights, a bench and a set of mysterious metal bars running up the wall. Well, that explained the ropes of muscles that laddered his stomach, knotted through his chest and twisted down his arms that he’d evidently been hiding beneath his big, ugly button-downs, and which now rippled in the subdued lighting as he moved. He looked like a damned anatomy lesson.
She didn’t know what explained the package he’d been hiding in his pants, but that was another lesson altogether.
He leaned back on the counter to face her. “Jocelyn, get back upstairs. You being down here in that frilly little… ” he waved his hand up and down at her, “princess outfit; it’s not appropriate for a little sister.” From the cotton-candy coloured frills of her hi-cut panties to the ruffles of her low-cut top and powder puff high heels, she was a sugar-spun confection that was going to land him in a hot, sticky mess. Inappropriate, but he was starting to drool for a taste. He looked away. He had to get her out of here.
She immediately turned all ‘Jocelyn-like’. “But you promised! You said you were going to help me get a boyfriend! You don’t know what it’s like, being fat and not knowing any guys or really anything about them and all your friends knowing more than you about all this sex stuff.”
Forgetting about the protrusion under his towel, he rested his elbows back on the counter with studied indifference, and crossed one ankle over the other. “I promised nothing.” The crystal in his hand sparkled as he swirled the ice cubes in his drink but that wasn’t what was making his mouth water. She was soft, rounded and curved, dimpled in all the right places, with cheerleader-sculpted calves and arms. Fat indeed, he thought in disgust, looking into his drink. She really didn’t understand guys at all.
As Mark looked her over, apparently finding her lacking, Jocelyn eyed him right back. Who was this guy and what had he done with her geeky brother? This guy looked like a rockstar, albeit one who ate healthy and used every muscle in his body to put on a spectacular show. His hair, usually dull black, shrouding his head and hiding the startling green eyes she vaguely remembered, now shone raven from his shower and was combed back from his face to reveal, not a scraggly tangle of aftergrowth, but a clean-cut square jaw under stark cheekbones.
“You look different,” she said. His skin was bronzed and sleek and the towel tied below his hip bones threw intriguing shadows into the concaves that backeted the darkening line of curls that led to the distraction below. He’d shed his sheep’s clothing and was all wicked wolf.
He just shrugged and looked at her blandly.
He exuded confidence and leisurely detachment while she, on the other hand, was a fat, naive, stereotypical ‘good little Catholic girl’ who would probably never get a boyfriend and barely had a family. She sighed dejectedly, “Fine”, she said, turning to face the door where she’d entered, uninvited. “I’ll go.”
Devoid of any thought process on his part whatsoever, his eyes dropped to her ass when she turned and there he beheld two of the most glorious globes of pearly white flesh he had ever had the good fortune to lay his eyes on, bisected by a slash of pink thong that disappeared teasingly up the crack between them.
Now that he thought about it, maybe he’d been too hasty sending her away.
She had looked so forlorn as she’d turned to go and he supposed that as long as he didn’t actually ‘touch’ her, it seemed just teaching her what she wanted to know or giving her advice was innocent enough. Yes, for her sake he might as well let her stay.
“Wait, Jos!”
When she whirled around to face him, he was gutted by the hope he saw there. It had been a long time since he’d even considered that someone in his family would honestly want to spend time with him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Especially Jocelyn, who had borne the brunt of his hostility despite having suffered the same scars of rejection as he from having been continually shipped off to boarding schools and summer camps. He supposed it wasn’t fair that she end up the victim of his displaced hostility yet again. Unfamiliar feelings of closeness and warmth finalized his decision to let her stay but this was still not the time to start letting anyone know about the feelings of isolation that had been bedevilling him lately. “It’s okay. You can stay. But you don’t need any help with finding a boyfriend. Any guy would be lucky to have you just glance his way. All you need is a little confidence.” He congratulated himself on that having come out sounding like the supportive big brother.
She blushed at the compliment. “Really! You don’t mind helping me?” But then her brow furrowed in concern and she nervously bit her bottom lip. “But you were talking about me touching myself. Kıbrıs Escort I’m not sure how to even do that and I don’t get how that would help me get a boyfriend.”
And just like that, his mind went out-of-bounds thinking of her touching herself. “Uh. Right. Well,…” he cleared his throat, “knowing yourself and being familiar with what a guy likes can make it less scary if you find a guy you really like. Most guys like a woman who knows what she likes.”. That was being helpful, right?
“But I’m pretty sure I’m…ah…frigid. Well, at least most of the time. Like, I’ve never watched porn before or,… ah,… you,… but, you know, other than that. Like when I’m having a shower or whatever, I don’t, ah, touch myself like that, y’know,” she floundered. “And I don’t feel anything when I do.”
His blood had started to rush in his ears so he hadn’t really heard everything she’d said but the one word that had stuck out was ‘frigid’. He was sure he could help with that. Absolutely. Definitely he could be helpful. “Ah, I think, at least based on your earlier reactions I should say, we can probably cure you of that with not much problem,” he mumbled somewhat incoherently.
“Should I come there and lay down where you were?”
“What??? No! I mean, no. No, that’s probably not a good idea. Not now, maybe later. I’ll… ah… I’ll let you know. For now I’ll just sit on the couch and.. you stand there… no, back another step… right,… and I’ll tell you what to do. You know, what girls like; how they like to be touched. Or seem to like. Or I’m pretty sure they like.” Shit, god dammit, I sound like a bloody idiot he thought to himself. Ok, just get your mind out of the gutter and focus.
“Do you have any music?”
“Music?” he echoed. “Oh, right, music. Good idea. Great idea really. I’ll put something on.”
She took another swig from her bottle and he froze, watching as her lips, like two tantalizing halves of a juicy plum, enveloped the head of the bottle and took a pull on it, hollowing out her cheeks. His heart started to beat erratically bringing visions from the video to overlap with reality until he shook himself like the dog he was and adjusted himself to sit on the couch.
She stood a yard or so away – not far enough. “Take another step back. Ok, good. Just put the bottle on the table for now.” He could do this if he could just figure out where to start. “Ok, let’s see…” He crossed his hands between his spread knees to hide the bulge under his towel. “Girls are all romantic-like, you know,” he thought out loud. “They like kissing and…. ” Christ, why was she looking at him like that? His eyes flared in realization and he said quite forcefully, “and, no, don’t look at me like that! I was just informing you of the fact, I’m not going to show you. There will be no demonstrations. None. That would be… weird. “. He glanced up, “Right?” He shook his head and swiped his hand over his face. “Maybe you can start by closing your eyes and imagining someone… not me… kissing you. Try running your fingers softly over your lips… and then let your hand continue down your neck. Tip your head back, no, keep your eyes closed! Now, let both hands play up and down your throat imagining someone nibbling down to your collar bones. Yeah, good. Sway with the music like that. How does that feel?”
“Hmmm. That feels nice and relaxing. My body just wants to move with the music all on its own.”
“Perfect, that’s just what we want, isn’t it?” He swallowed. “We want you to be relaxed and your hips to be moving in a nice steady rhythm.” He could imagine his hands on those hips guiding her up and down in a nice steady rhythm… No. No he couldn’t. Couldn’t imagine that at all.
Jocelyn continued to sway, her head tilted back and rolling from side to side, with her hips tilting forward and following the side to side movement. She ran her hands up from the slender column of her throat to the back of her neck and tousled her fingers through her long golden locks. A little purr of pleasure escaped her and she raised one shoulder to nestle against her cheek. “I feel so… cozy,” she hummed deep in her throat.
Yeah, no. Not frigid.
“Running your fingers through your hair like that… that’s perfect Jos… let your body express itself with your sounds and motions and do whatever feels natural.”
“Yeah, it feels sooo good. You’re really good at this,” she said dreamily, her hips swaying as she feathered her hair around her shoulders.
Guilt niggled at him but he pushed through it. “Now slide your hands back down your throat and let your fingers play along your neckline.”
Jocelyn ran her fingers back and forth along the deep-cut fabric of pink froth above her bosom. The prickly tickle quickened her breathing a little, sensitized her breasts, and the warmth that it brought to her private parts down below felt foreign and embarrassing. She didn’t know what to think so she decided to just feel instead.
Mark watched Lefkoşa Escort Jocelyn pull the neckline of her gown down further so she could dip into her cleavage and across the creamy mounds of her breasts. He could see her nipples straining through the fabric and he could think of any number of ways to relieve them. Instead, dutiful brother that he was, he said, “Put your hands up underneath your top and touch your… I don’t know – whatever you call them – hold your boobs in your palms.” Her hands slipped up under her pjs and settled where his were twitching to be.
She threw her head back again and a little moan of pleasure escaped from deep in her chest. “Oh, they feel different today,” she murmured, her eyes dropping closed again. “Bigger,” her head dropped to the left. “Harder,” her head languidly swept to the right.
“Yeah. I know exactly what you mean,” he swallowed, smirking at himself. This had probably not been a good idea. Jocelyn was too responsive. Too trusting. Too… just ‘too’ everything and it felt like his brain was shutting down. He couldn’t remember exactly what had made him agree to this. What he ‘did’ know though was that Jocelyn’s breasts were desperate for the attention they needed. He was tasked with educating her to pleasure herself and he always took his responsibilities seriously. “Hold them in the palms of your hands and then shape them. Massage them. You can start gently but it seems to me they need a good working over, don’t you.”
She followed his instructions. “Ahh. Yes! That’s good.” Her chest was thrust out, her breathing had quickened to double-time, and her head and hips tossed from left to right with the music, as her hands continued their explorations under her top. “This doesn’t feel like it does in the shower.”
He wasn’t going to touch her but he couldn’t deny himself a look. A much closer look.
“I need to see what you’re doing Jocelyn.” He licked his lips. “Take off your top.”
Her eyes slowly blinked open and she hesitated. “I’m not sure if I should be taking my clothes off. I….”
“Show me your tits Jocelyn,” he looked at her under heavy lids. “I need to make sure you’re following instructions and doing everything right.”
“Oh, right… Okay.” Slowly she crossed her arms, accentuating the luscious crease between the soft pillows of her chest and dropped her hands to the swirly hem of her ruffles. Her body had started to sway again and she kept her eyes on his as they followed the inch by inch reveal of flauntingly feminine skin. She stopped when she reached her bosom, took a steadying breath, and then whipped her top up and over her head, throwing it off to the side. If she ever needed a side-job, her modesty gave her the impeccable timing to be a top-rate stripper, although she was obviously unaware of how provocative her innocence was.
She reached over to her now-almost-empty bottle on the coffee table and the pendulous orbs of her magnificent breasts swayed with the movement. He suffered through watching her take another sip.
“Oh! I like this song!” The undulations of her body quickened and she felt sexy; sexy like she’d never felt before and she could see the effect of it in her big brother’s eyes. He liked the gyration of her hips, the jiggle of her boobs, and she liked him liking them. He was the perfect person to practice her new-found powers on. She felt so safe with him and he was being so kind and supportive. Having him look at her brought out such strange reactions in her and she loved the feeling of them sweeping through and taking over her body. He looked so different than the brother she thought she knew and he had some kind of magnetism that made her just want to get closer to him. To reach out and touch him. Slide her hands over his arms and down his chest. She licked her lips and ran her hands down her sides, in over her waist to her belly button and then back out to caress the rounds of her hips. It didn’t help the hunger that was building within her; hunger for what exactly, or how to quench it, she wasn’t sure, but she knew she didn’t want to walk away from it.
He watched as the cool evening air curled over her nakedness, stippling her nipples and making them taut and puckered, pulling the swirling skirts of her areolas to ruche up tight around them. He was almost drooling to taste them. Pre-cum bubbled from his throbbing cock.
No doubt about it, he was at a crossroads. He had to choose his path now because he was losing his wits and the divergent roads in front of him felt like life-deciding choices. There was right and there was wrong, but society’s ‘right’ might cause him to wrong his sister and hurt her feelings. The voice in his right ear said he should send her away and just finish what he started before she’d come downstairs; before the temptation to take her became too much and this digressed into something unretractable. The voice in his left reminded him she had said that she needed him. Someone from his family actually needed him, wanted him. And he could see the want in her eyes, pulling at his heartstrings. And… other places. Surely he could guard her innocence while giving her the knowledge and experience she needed. The satisfaction and release she craved. Yes, he had to think of her. He would master his lust and do it for her.