Michael heard the sound of dragging footfalls coming from the hall. Rolling over, he saw his twin sister leaning against the jamb of his bedroom door.
"Are you OK, Mikey?" she asked him, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.
"It's nothing," he uttered, as he returned to looking at the ceiling.
He heard his sister approach, her firm footfalls let him know she hadn't believed him. "C'mon, you know you can trust me. Haven't we always helped each other?" She queried, as she sat on the mattress next to him.
She was right; ever since he could remember, they had been best friends. No matter what happened, they could always rely on each other for help. This time, however, Michael remained quiet; this was too much to share.
"This is something I have to deal with by myself." He eventually said, thinking she might be content with only that and leave.
Grimacing, Sarah asked, "Are your college friends messing with you?" She knew he was a grown man, but couldn't help treating him like the little kid he was not so long ago.
"It has nothing to do with college. It's just something I can't tell you - just leave me alone," he mumbled while turning his back to her.
Sensing his sister getting up from his bed and leaving his room, he then heard the door closing, followed by the lock engaging.
What?
When he sat up and looked towards the door, Sarah was still there.
Hands planted on her hips, she then declared, "That is not the way you talk to your confidant, mister. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's bothering you."
Walking towards him, she then added, "And hopefully I'll be helping you, as usual," before she once again sat on the bed beside him.
He wouldn't open his mouth, determined to keep it to himself. And Sarah was determined to make him talk.
"C'mon, spit it out!" she howled, his silence starting to piss her off. "As much as I want to help you, I have my own stuff to deal with so -"
"Well - it's Amy -" Michael stuttered, his face turning scarlet at his admission
Sarah kept staring at him. Moving her hand in a circular motion, she urged him to go on. "And -"
Looking down at his hands, Michael sighed, "I hounded her for weeks," he started. "I complimented her every time I saw her, telling her how nice her hair looked or how well her clothes fit her-" he stopped for a second, deep in remembrance. "I needed a lot of courage to ask her out, and she rejected me at first. Only with James' help was she finally convinced to give me a chance," he sighed.
"I should have known it was a love thing; poor little boy chasing skirts," she taunted, messing with his hair.
"Stop it!" he yelled as he removed her hand out of his hair. "I'm no longer your little brother. You should start treating me like the man I am," he demanded.
"But you'll always be my little brother," she retorted.
"By five minutes; you're older than me by five minutes!" he groaned.
"Five minutes wiser and more experienced," Sarah boasted while grinning.
"Well, excuse me for not being 'experienced' like you," he replied in a venomous tone.
Sarah relaxed her tone, "Experience is something you get with practice, so don't moan about it."
"To practice you have to get started," Michael muttered.
"And you get started by making a good first impression. I won't say 'I told you so,' because you know I did. To look good, you have to suffer. Do you think this ass looks the way it does all by itself? Well, these," she said with her hands on her breasts, "are a gift from nature, but the rest of this is all due to my hard work. I have to hit the gym at least four days a week."
"Don't you dare lie to me, sis." Michael responded, raising an eyebrow. "I know at least two of those afternoons are spent at Marco's - fucking your yoga teacher is not exercising."
Sarah laughed while nodding her head, "Okay, okay, you got me."
She dropped her laugh and got serious. "Anyways, we weren't talking about me, we were talking about you. What's going on with Amy?"
It took Michael a while to start, and he kept looking at his feet. "Well - uhm, we've been dating for some weeks," he started. "First date was quite good, she liked the restaurant a lot," he smiled at the memory.
"Second date was even better. I used my savings to take her to a concert she wanted to go to," he said proudly while looking at Sarah.
"And -- yesterday -" he lowered his voice and started fidgeting with his fingers, "she invited me over to her house - her parents weren't home -- and - you know, we did it, but -"
"Mikey! You should be celebrating! I'm so proud of you!" She hugged him happily.
Michael escaped from her arms, and pushed her away. "You shouldn't be; she didn't like it at all, and I don't think I did either. It was too rushed and messy."
"Well, don't worry little brother - that's normal. All the two of you need is a little bit practice, that's all." She reassured him by wrapping her her arm around his shoulder.
"Yeah - well, easier said than done," he grumbled.
"Just find a place and start practicing," she winked at him.
"What if she dumps me if I don't get better quickly?" he worried.
Sarah snickered, "Well, if you want to get better quickly, you could always study that porn folder on your computer."
He looked at her, frowning deeply.
"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that," she tried to ease him. "Porn is fun, everybody should watch it every now and then," she easily let out with a mischievous smile.
Michael was amazed at how easily she could talk about that, and how ashamed was he in contrast.
Standing, Sarah looked over her shoulder and remarked, "What you're going through is normal Mikey. You had me worried for a while there; I thought it was something serious!"
-.-.-.-.-.-
She looked at him once more before leaving. He was again lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Closing her bedroom door behind her, Sarah thought,
Why do guys always make everything so difficult?!
At that, she began to recall her first time. Second week in college, not so long ago, but it seemed like ages now. Yes, it had started as a complete mess, but hey, nobody is born knowing! Sarah remembered how hasty she was herself. As soon as she and John were naked, she rushed to get him inside her. She had been dying to feel his cock inside her slit, but he had stopped her. He had laid her down and started caressing her, taking the rush out of her. Then, they had spent hours touching, licking and caressing each other before he finally thrust into her.
He had been so kind, always directing her, telling her how to grab his dick, how to lick it or to suck it. Sometimes she regretted leaving him, but if she hadn't, she wouldn't have met the many guys that followed.
It was clear, however, that Michael hadn't had her luck. Maybe Amy was as inexperienced as he was, or maybe she was just too timid to ask for what she wanted.
It was then that a crazy idea began to form in her head.
No!
, an inner voice shouted.
It's like any other thing I've taught him
, another part of Sarah's mind retorted.
It's not right!
, she heard the adamant voice again.
But he looks so sad, I have to help him
, Sarah shot back at her more cautious side.
Sisters shouldn't teach brothers that kind of thing
, it was becoming more insistent.
Legs coiling, she sprang off of the door and dashed out of her room.
After she had thoroughly checked the house to make sure neither her mother, nor her aunt were home, she hurried up the stairs again. Walking into her brother's room wearing a determined expression, she closed the door behind her, and locked it again.
-.-.-.-.-.-
"What now?" Michael whined, burying his head into the nearest pillow.
"I said I would help you - and I will," he heard her say.
Michael huffed. He couldn't believe his sister's interest in his sexual life. He thought there was no way she could help him, and even if there was, he wasn't sure he wanted it. "And how are you going to do that?" he muffled to the pillow.
"Sit up," her voice cracked.
