Calvin was sprawled on the couch when his younger sister came into the living room. All he had on was a soft pair of shorts with an elastic waistband. He had one muscular leg thrown up on the top of the couch's back. His other foot was on the floor.
Terry made a face at him that was meant to show her disgust and then flopped in the big overstuffed chair in the corner. "Why don't you go put some clothes on?" she asked and then wondered why she always made a big deal out of how he dressed.
"What do you call these shorts? I'm wearing clothes, so buzz off."
Terry made the face again and shook her head. "You're always wearing those shorts. At least when mom and dad aren't around."
Calvin shrugged. "I like them. They're comfortable."
"They are too small." They were small and fit him perfectly. A little too perfectly sometimes, especially in the morning on his way to the bathroom. Terry shivered slightly as he eyes flicked to the front of the shorts and then quickly away.
Calvin grinned as he caught her eyes darting toward his dick outlined in the front of the shorts. He had been daydreaming about a girl he had met at the college library and was semi hard.
After a moment he said, "They are the perfect size. If I sit just right and flex my hips the head of my dick can peek out of the leg opening."
Terry made the face at him and whispered, "That's gross. Anyway, who in their right mind would want to see your little dick?" The fact was, she had seen the head of his dick several times that way and it wasn't all that little. It was a hell of a lot bigger than the only one she had ever messed with by a long ways.
"You for one," Calvin shot back with a laugh. "I've seen you sneaking peeks."
Terry shivered again, lifted her heels to the edge of the chair, and hugged her knees to keep Calvin from see it. She could feel the cloth of the cotton shorts she wore pull up tight against her pussy. She had been up in her room and hadn't planned to go out so she had not put on panties or a bra.
To change the subject and to get the conversation off herself, Terry asked, "Which slut are you dating this week?"
"Hey! A few of the girls I have dated might have been easy but none of them were sluts. Well, except for Mary Fisher, that is, but everyone has to start somewhere."
Terry had to smile in spite of herself. "Yeah, Mary was a slut and still is from what I hear."
Calvin nodded as a devilish smile crossed his lips. "She sure could suck a dick," he said wistfully as he watched his sister out of the corner of his eye. When she squirmed, he asked, "Have you ever gotten around to learning how to do that?"
"That's none of your fucking business!" she said hotly and then blushed. She blushed even deeper as she realized the hot reply and blush had told her brother far more than she wanted him to know.
"Whose "business" was it?" Calvin asked with a laugh.
Terry ignored the question since any answer would give away information. "Did you ever learn to eat pussy?" She asked figuring a good offense would work to her advantage.
Calvin never batted an eye as he replied, "I sure did, and there is nothing better, except for fucking that is. Most chicks go ape shit with a tongue in their oven. It gets them all fired up and ready to try and fuck my dick off."
Terry sat there looking at her brother with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. He had never said anything even remotely like that to her, ever. She was so shocked, she didn't even blush. That is until Calvin looked her way and then she felt the blood rising from the tops of her breasts to her hairline.
A big grin crossed Calvin's face as he said, "So you haven't had your little pussy ate yet, I see."
Terry groaned softly as she shook her head. She hadn't been able to stop herself. Getting her pussy licked was one of her major fantasies. One she masturbated to almost daily.
"If you haven't tried to give a blowjob yet, make him eat your pussy first. If he doesn't eat pussy, then kick his ass to the curb; he won't be worth a blowjob. That's one of the first lessons I learned the hard way."
When Terry continued to stare bug-eyed and did not say anything, Calvin looked back at the ceiling and grinned.
Silence was thick for several minutes and then Terry whispered, "I think I need to go back to my room."
"Happy masturbating," Calvin said and then laughed.
"Asshole!" Terry shot back.
"Anal sex, that's always been a fantasy of mine. Does it run in the family?"
"What?" Terry said loudly and sharply. Her eyes were wide again.
"A couple of years ago, I came in from school early and caught dad fucking mother in the ass, right here on this couch. Luckily, they never knew I was here."
"What?" Terry said again and then groaned softly. Calvin kept hitting her fantasies dead center. She was a virgin but love to stick things in her ass. It blew her mind when she masturbated.
Calvin looked over toward his sister. She was rocking back and forth in the chair slowly as she hugged her knees. "You like the idea of things in your ass, I take it."
Terry almost said, "what" again but the rising hot blush made her look away from Calvin and shiver. "I never said that," she growled.
"You didn't have to. Your body is like an open book to me. Body language is so important when picking up girls."
"Body language?" Terry asked and then felt like some sort of parrot repeating things.
"Hugging your knees means you have something to hide. Rocking back and forth and shivering as you did, means you are turned on by something deep down. Rocking back and forth also means you have pent up energy. There's a ton of stuff to be read if you're smart about it."
"You and smart should never be used in the same sentence," Terry shot back at her brother.
Terry wanted to release her knees but from the way her nipples tingled, almost painfully so, she knew they were hard and would show even under her blouse.
"I just like hugging my knees. It makes me feel safe and warm," she added a moment later.
"Uh huh," Calvin said still staring at his little sister.
"As for rocking, I do have energy. I always have energy. Shivering means nothing. I could be cold."
"Right," Calvin said with a grin. "If you put your knees down, your nipples would be trying to poke holes in that shirt."
Terry hugged her knees tighter trying to push her nipples down. Trying to will them to go down was not working at all, just the opposite to tell the truth. "Like I said, I like hugging my knees."
Calvin laughed again and flexed his hips to draw Terry's eyes. It worked. She groaned softly at the sight of his fully hard dick outlined by the soft material of the shorts. It made a wide ridge up the front. She blushed and looked away quickly.
"You are so cute when you blush like that but then again you've always been cute. Now you are sexy and cute. A deadly combination for guys."
Terry looked at him and then quickly looked away. "Yeah, right," she said softly.
"No seriously, you have become one of the hottest girls I know. Even Gary says so."
At the mention of Gary, Calvin's best friend, Terry stiffened. What did he know, if anything? Was this why he was being so mean in teasing her? Had Gary run off at the mouth and let the cat out of the bag? So many questions all at once.
"Gary is as big an asshole as you are," Terry said with another glance at her brother.
"Not quite but it is close," Calvin said with a grin. "His dick ain't nearly as big as mine and he still shies away from eating pussy. He's more stupid than anything when it comes to girls."
When Terry frowned, Calvin laughed. "You've got the hots for him, don't you?"
"Fuck, no!" Terry said hastily.
"Or is it his "business" you were referring to earlier? If so it's sure small business. You can do a hell of a lot better, believe me. Hell, he couldn't even get Mary to give him a blowjob. She laughed."
"He's sweet," Terry protested and then regretted it.
Gary's dick was small but very sensitive. They had been kissing on the swing in the back yard one night. It had just happened. Neither one of them had planned it. He had felt of her breasts and nearly drove her crazy. She had rubbed his dick until he came in his pants.
Terry shivered under her brother's gaze as she remembered that night and how embarrassed they both had been. Gary hadn't spoken to her since. Again, she wondered if he had talked to Calvin. She also wondered where it would have ended if Gary hadn't-.
Calvin interrupter her thoughts by asking, "Seriously, you're not messing with him or anything are you? Like I said, you can do a hell of a lot better in so many ways."
Terry shifted in her chair and thought very seriously about going back up to her room. The only problem was her hard nipples and having to walk past her brother with them making little tents in her blouse. He would laugh his ass off.
Calvin looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something.
Silence grew longer and thicker. Finally, Terry whispered, "I kissed him once. Well, more than once but just the one time."
"You can't be that bad of a kisser for him not to come back for more. There's more here that you are not telling," Calvin said thoughtfully.
"I really don't want to talk about it, ok," Terry whispered.
Calvin came up on his elbows and looked hard at his sister. "If he hurt you, I'll kill him."
"He didn't hurt me," Terry replied quickly. "Actually, I think I embarrassed him and that's why he hasn't spoken to me, even."
"How the hell did you embarrass him? It should have been the other way round from what I've seen. Hell, I can make you blush damn near anytime I want to," Calvin said softly, his confusion very evident.
