(A few parts of this are based on real life. It's the slow process Charlie learning about sex and love from someone just a few years older, but much more knowledgeable. There are pleasures along the way, but it's going to take a while—and a few chapters—just as it sometimes does in real life.)
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As Charlie and Alice swam and played in their backyard pool, things seemed almost innocent. But Alice had gotten a little charge out of turning on this 18-year old friend who was now a stepbrother. And Charlie was still a bit excited after rubbing sunblock on Alice's back and legs, and tried thinking about icebergs as they rough-housed in the pool.
Soon dinner was called, and they got out, dried off, and each dressed in their own bedrooms, which were just across from each other.
During dinner Charlie had trouble keeping his eyes off of Alice. He'd had a growing crush on her since he'd first met her, almost a year ago, but now that she'd moved in it had become something more. He couldn't help but think of the glimpses he'd gotten of her breasts as she'd untied her bikini for him to put lotion on his back. And when he did the back of her thighs, he was turned on by the wondrous little bits of black pussy hair that were peaking out of her bikini bottom.
Beyond the lust, of which there was plenty, he also had realized that he must be in love. Looking at Alice, with her freckles, her slightly big and slightly crooked nose, and her beautiful white teeth, but slightly crooked smile, he knew she wouldn't win any beauty contests. But to him she seemed perfect even in her imperfections, and that must be part of love, he realized.
Alice could see him looking at her sometimes with a look that seemed almost puppy-like, which was halfway between charming and annoying. She liked his attention, as well as his good massage fingers that she'd trained, but she didn't want it to go too far. She needed to talk with him about that, especially since she wasn't likely to change her casual approach to nudity just because she was living with him now.
After they did the dishes, and watched some TV, it was finally time for bed. Charlie had been waiting for this for a while, because he knew there was something he had to take care of. Since Alice got here, he'd been semi erect or erect half of the time. He just hoped he could say goodnight and then get out his collection old playboys that he kept hidden in his closet in a little suitcase under his journal.
After getting on his striped PJs, he brushed his teeth, and then went to say goodnight to Alice. Her door was most of the way closed, and remembering her earlier near changing into her bikini in front of him, he just quickly said through the door, "Good night, Alice! I'm so glad you're here!" "Oh, Me too," she answered, and her voice sounded a bit muffled, liked she was putting something on. Since that seemed to be all, he walked back to his room and quietly closed and locked his door.
Getting out his secret stash of magazines, he looked through the playboys of 1968 to see which pictures might look the most like Alice. Finding one, he quietly brought it to the bed. Getting out a little vaseline from his side table, he quietly lowered his pjs, revealing an erect six inches pointing straight up at his face.
This was something from experience that he knew he needed to do. When he was 14, he started to get wet dreams two to three times a week, which sometimes stained his underwear and pjs, some of which he had to throw away. That was when he hadn't yet figured out how to take care of this the way most boys did. But by the time he was 15, he knew that once in the morning in the shower, and once at night in bed, would keep him from having wet dreams, and would somewhat cut down the annoyance of daily hard ons.
Charlie hoped Alice had closed her door, but he hadn't heard anything yet. Knowing that the door was locked though,and that he already had said goodnight, he felt pretty safe putting the vaseline on and rubbing it on. As he looked at the magazine picture of an almost hippy woman from the late 60s, showing her medium breasts and some of her hairy pussy, he realized that this wasn't likely to take long, for she did look a little bit like Alice, down to the liquid brown eyes.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Charlie?"
"Umm. Just a minute!" he said, quickly sliding the magazine under the covers and pulling up his underwear and pjs. He quickly went to the door, wiping his hand on his side as he went. He opened it, and saw Alice dressed in a long white flannel nightie with little flowers on it.
"Can I come in and talk for a while?"
"Sure," he said, while glancing down and realizing that it was clear something was up in his pjs.
"Come on in," he said, as he quickly climbed back under the covers.
Alice somehow didn't notice, and looked slightly puzzled. She could tell something was up, but didn't quite know what. She knew some of it was her, since he wasn't used to a woman in his room at night on his bed.
She sat on his bed right next to him, and he lay there propped up on his pillows.
"What's up?" Charlie said, trying to be casual.
"Well, what do you think of my nightie?"
It wasn't a very revealing nightie at all, which was a disappointment.
"Fine. I guess. Why?"
"Well, don't get used to it. It's flannel, and I almost never wear it because it makes me too hot."
"Oh? And so, what do you normally wear?"
Alice smiled.
"Ok. I don't want to shock you, but most of the time I sleep in the nude."
"Oh....Well...."
"But for you, I'll try to wear a t-shirt and undies."
"That's fine!" he said, too cheerfully, "Whatever, Either way."
