An Education for Amy

"Right, well you know me, always trying to please," he said. He struck a mock pose for her, flexing his muscles and turning to the side.

Amy clapped and whistled as Erik continued to sashay across to the bathroom. After Erik got inside, he completely forgot why he had gone in there. He unlocked the door on his side, stood there looking at himself for a minute and then walked back into Amy's room.

"Say, how are you bally-thingees doing, are they feeling better yet?" she asked.

"They're doing ok now, thanks," he said.

"If they were still hurting, maybe you could get one of your girlfriends to come over and blow on it," she laughed.

"Blow on it?" he said.

She got a confused look on her face. "Yeah, blow on it. Like a blow job."

Erik stared at her. "Blowing on it is not a blow job," he said slowly.

"Oh," she said, turning red. "Yeah, I knew that."

Erik walked over to the door, shaking his head in disbelief. He stopped and turned.

"How is it that you seem to know nothing at all about sex?" he asked incredulously.

"Ahhhhh," she shrieked, putting her head into her hands. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes, it is quite obvious," he answered. "Shockingly so."

Amy shook her head. Amy, the girl who scored perfect scores on the SAT but didn't know what a blow job was, had no answers. "It's a long story," she mumbled. "Don't worry about it."

Erik could sense her crushing embarrassment and didn't want to push it. He suddenly had the urge to help. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves.

"Look, what you said earlier about how there is nothing wrong with seeing your brother naked by accident....hypothetically, if I was, ah, to accidently lock the door to the bathroom, and you had to come around to my room, and I was asleep on the bed, and I had, ah, kicked the sheets off, then I don't think it would be wrong, for you, to you know.....see me naked."

His heart was beating a million miles and hour and he was shaking as he said it. Erik, the guy who had dated half the girls in his school, who was never at a loss for words, was standing there shaking like an idiot. Amy never looked up at him, and he wondered if he had made a mistake. He turned and walked quietly out of the room.

When he got to his room, he agonized over what he had said. He could still technically back out of this whole thing, simply by not locking Amy's bathroom door. On the other hand, he reasoned, if he locked the door, it would be up to her whether or not she followed through. Breathlessly, he slipped into the bathroom, quietly locked Amy's door, and then went over to his bed. He turned on a small light by the bed, slipped out of his boxers, and lay on the bed. Though he pretended to be asleep, the thought of her coming in and looking at him had his cock standing at nearly full attention.

It was quiet for a long time, and he expected maybe she wouldn't come. Then he heard the footsteps, heard the door open, and heard Amy come in.

He turned his head away and did his best imitation of someone sleeping. He wanted to be looking away so that she would feel comfortable checking him out. He couldn't tell how close she was, but he could sense that she was there. The thought of her there had his mind reeling. He imagined her standing by the bed, licking her lips, maybe caressing her breasts as she looked at him.

After several minutes, he turned his head slightly and looked without fully opening his eyes. She wasn't there. He looked all around the room, but she was nowhere. He did notice that the bathroom door was closed. He walked over and checked it. It was locked.

Erik pulled on his boxers and made the trek back around to Amy's room. He knocked and walked in, she was on the bed wearing a white silky robe. She smiled and waved when he walked in.

"I guess you got my signal," she said.

"The locked door, yes," he answered. "So is everything ok?" he asked.

"Yes, I guess," she said, looking down. "It just felt weird, to, you know, hypothetically, look at someone who was asleep, it felt kinda weird, hypothetically. I didn't really look."

Erik nodded his assent. "I hadn't thought about it, I guess so."

"Plus, if you're asleep, I wouldn't have a chance to ask you any questions," she said.

"Questions?" he asked. "What kind of questions?"

"You know, about what goes where, what things are for, that kind of thing. Implement the scientific method on the... situation."

Erik was again in disbelief about his sister's innocence. "Amy, I'll make you a deal," he said. "You can make me your scientific experiment, but first you have to tell me why you know nothing about sex."

She hesitated, then nodded, seemingly relieved at the chance. She waved him over to the bed and had him sit down. Before she started she took a deep breath to calm herself.

"A long time ago, when mom was alive, she had a conversation with me," she began slowly and quietly. "About sex. She told me that she wanted me to avoid learning about sex until I was older, because one of the beautiful things about sex is the mystery, and she wanted me to be innocent. She made me promise that I would avoid learning about anything to do with sex until I was old enough. So every time the subject of sex came up, I closed my ears. I figured that 18 was old enough, so I have been keeping that promise."

Erik looked at his sister in shocked silence for a moment. At last he formulated a response. "How old were you when she told you that?" he asked.

Amy looked into her brother's eyes. "I was twelve," she said. "The last time I ever saw her before she died was when I made that promise."

They sat in silence for a long time, as Erik analyzed what she had said. His aunt and uncle were very conservative, he could see where they wouldn't have told her anything. They were pretty strict, limiting the three channels of television they allowed. They lived in a small town. I guess it's possible that she could have blocked out all sexual information. Eventually Erik took Amy's hands into his own.

"I'm sorry for laughing at you," he said steadily. "I would be proud to help you to gain the scientific knowledge of the male anatomy you need to be ready for college."

Amy smiled shyly. "You won't laugh at my questions will you?" she asked.

"No," he said. "Just give me about five minutes and come into my room, ok?"

She nodded, and Erik walked back to his room. He was still reeling from the story she had told about their mom, and he couldn't believe he was going to be his sister's naked guinea pig. But the main reason he wanted five minutes was that he did not want to be aroused when she walked in. He lit some candles, then blew them out and turned on a light. He turned the light off, tried another. He turned that light off and then lit the candles again. He was nervous. He checked the clock. It had been five minutes, he was still aroused, he couldn't get the thought of being naked in front of his hot sister out of his mind. He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face and chest.

When he walked back into the room, she was there, looking beautiful and innocent in her white, knee length robe, sitting half on the bed.

"Okay, are you ready for the show?" he said, taking deep breaths to calm his beating heart.

She nodded, almost eagerly. He walked over within a few feet of her, gave her a quick, nervous smile, and then dropped his boxers to the floor. By the time his boxers had hit the floor, her eyes had become locked in on his cock, and it was almost like he wasn't there anymore. Her eyes got big, and she got an odd smile on her face, and she moved her eyes back and forth in a careful, studious gaze. Her rapt attention was making it hard for him to fight off an erection, and he desperately looked around the room at pictures and objects to distract him. He was doing a pretty good job until she slid off the bed and got down on her knees in front of him, her face coming within a foot of his cock.

"Do you mind if I get close to it like this?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the object of fascination. Not waiting for an answer, she zoomed in for an even closer view, looking from the left, then the right, then curling her head around so she could see his balls.

"No, I don't mind at all," he said back, as he ground his nails into his palms, bit the inside of his cheeks, and tried to think of being in a cold shower. It wasn't working. He had grown to half mast and was rising.

For the first time since he had dropped his boxers, Amy looked up at her brother. "Is it ok if I touch it?" she asked.

Erik became distracted by a vision of his sister slipping her long thin fingers lovingly around his cock, stroking him with both hands gently as his erection grew. He shook his head to clear the thought. "Yes, in the name of science," he said.

He watched as Amy slowly raised up her right hand. She hesitated for just a moment, as Erik held his breath, and then her hand was moving. She whacked the side of his cock with an open palm and giggled as it bounced back and forth in front of her. Then she grabbed it like a toy and shook it back and forth. Erik was part relieved that she was killing his erection, and part concerned that she might hurt him.

She poked and prodded at him some more, and after a while she stopped being silly and giggling and started to getting back to her scientific study. She touched the skin on his cock, squeezed the tip gently, and ran her finger around the ridge of the head. Erik was fighting the good fight against the erection, but when her hand went down and began gently touching his balls he knew he had lost. He could feel his cock stiffening, moving northward, until he had grown to full size and was pointing urgently toward the ceiling. She couldn't help but notice.

"What's happening?" she asked.

Erik looked down at her. "If you play around with it enough, it eventually becomes hard, that's called an erection," he said.

Amy looked surprised. "So that's what that is," she said. "Gee, so you even get an erection when your sister is playing with it?"

Erik blushed. "It has no brain," he said.

Amy looked up at him playfully. "So it feels good when I touch it?" she said.

"Ah... yes, yes it does," Erik replied.

"Then I'd better be careful," she said. She continued her scientific study.

"So if a blow job is not blowing on it, what is it?" she asked.

"Whoa, I thought this was just a simple anatomy study," he said. He was a little worried where this might go.

"Erik, you've got to help me, I'm going to college in about a month and I'm a sexual dork," she pleaded. "I need you to tell me what happens when you have sex....please?"

He looked down at his sister's pleading eyes. What he really wanted to do was go into the bathroom and jerk off, but his sister was just too persuasive. It wasn't like he wasn't having fun...all in the interest of science.

"Okay, I'll help, but we need to be careful about something," he said. "You're my sister, so we have to draw the line somewhere...so I'll show you what its like to have sex, but without touching."

Her eyes immediately brightened up. "Awesome," she yelled, and jumped up and started running out of the room.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To get a note pad, I need to take notes," she said.

"Oh no, there is no way, you're going to have to make mental notes," he said. "What would Aunt Martha do if she found a sex manual in your room?"

Amy stopped, nodded and came back in. "Good point. Okay, first of all, what's a blow job?"

Erik leaned back on the bed and tried to gather his thoughts. "The way that works, is, uh, the guy is standing, or he could be laying down, or kneeling I guess, and the girl, she, well she takes his cock, it's hard you know, with an erection, and she takes it, she sort of, she puts it into her mouth..."

Amy's eyes got big. "She puts it INTO her mouth?" She stole a glance at Erik's growing erection.

"Yes, well, she can, or it can also be, like she could be kissing it, or licking it, like ice cream I guess, and then she puts it into her mouth and she sucks on it, and kind of moves her mouth up and down on it."

Amy looked at Erik suspiciously. "You wouldn't lie to me?"

Erik sighed with exasperation. When he turned his head he noticed a banana on his nightstand, he had brought it up earlier but forgot to eat it. "Here, I'll show you," he said. He peeled the banana back and handed it to Emily.

"Okay, now pretend this is my...pretend this is a guy's cock," he stammered. "Just get down on your knees and imagine him standing in front of you, and then just kiss it and lick it."

Amy obediently got down on her knees in front of him, and she lifted the banana up and licked the top, stifled a giggle, and then licked it and kissed it some more. As she let the banana slide over her lips into her mouth, her gaze found Erik's cock, as if she was measuring and imagining what it would be like to have the real thing. Her eyes never left his cock as she moved the banana in and out, following his occasional instructions on where and how to lick. He could see that she was starting to understand the principle, and her blushing told him that she was getting into it. His eyes never left the scene either, watching her mouth moving over the banana just six inches away from his cock. It wasn't long before he had another vision.

In the vision, he reached down and took the banana away and tossed it aside. Amy looked up at him, confused at first, but when she saw the look in his eyes she knew what to do. She took a long slow lick around the top of his cock, then opened her mouth and ravenously took him in, licking and sucking him with a passion. He fought the urge to release into his sister's mouth, and the longer he resisted the bigger the buildup grew. His hands came up to grip the sides of her head and he began bucking his hips harder and faster, until he was nearly throwing her head back and forth on his cock, and she was looking up at him with eyes that begged for more, and then he exploded into her mouth, literally, a fountain of fantasy cum that filled her mouth and then poured out over her face, flowed down inside her bathrobe, gallons upon gallons that just kept coming...

"So am I doing this right?" came a voice that jolted him out of his reverie.

"Ah, yes, you're doing perfectly," he answered.

"I can kind of see how this would be nice for the guy," she said. "Does this make a guy's...banana feel really good?" she asked.

Erik was struggling to maintain. "That banana is in heaven," he answered.

"What would make it better?" she asked.

Erik could think of a few things, but he choose to keep it clean. "Guys also like it when you make eye contact, and say things, like tell them you really like sucking their cock, stuff like that," he said, his heart fluttering.

Amy let this sink in for a moment, and then she looked up at him with her pretty brown eyes, and slowly, seductively, she said "mmm, I love sucking on you... Mr. Chiquita."

Erik couldn't help but laugh, relieved at the break in sexual tension.

"So that's what oral sex is, right?" said Amy. "When you talk about sex?"

"No, oral sex is like giving a blow job to a guy, or when a guy goes down on a girl," Erik replied.

"What does that mean, going down?" she asked.

"That's when a guy, he goes down on a girl...he gets down between her....legs, and she like, she lays back and he uses his tongue on..." Erik could tell from her odd look that she had no idea what he was talking about. It wasn't the easiest thing to explain. "I'll have to show you, lay down on your back on the bed, with your head propped up where you can see," he said.

Amy obliged, still holding onto her banana friend. Her robe hung loosely about her as she laid on the bed, coming up just above her knees.

Erik climbed onto the bed on his knees, between her legs, carefully easing himself down so his head was positioned above her waist but he was not touching her.

"The guy gets down here, in this position, and he takes his tongue, and he kind of, he moves up and down...," Erik got tongue tied talking about it. "Damn, this is hard to explain."

Amy laughed. "Well it sounds interesting," she said. "Maybe you need a banana."

Erik looked at her for a moment and then got an idea. "Hey, maybe you're right," he said.

He took the banana from her and set it down in the groove between her legs, but over the robe. The arc of the banana fit perfectly. Then he eased his face down until he was just above her, and he stuck out his tongue and took a long, slow lick of the banana that was in the groove of her crotch. He had maintained the no contact rule, but could do a better job emulating the act than trying to explain it. She was looking at him like he was crazy.

"Bro, I'm not really sure where this is going, but I'm not feeling too good about having that banana there," she said.

Erik blushed and go back up on his knees, looking down on her. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to give you an idea what it was like."

"I figured that out," she smiled. "But I don't want a wet banana all over my bathrobe, I just washed it. Can I open the robe up so I don't get banana stains?"

Erik felt the bottom of his stomach drop out, he was not prepared for this. She was such a neat freak. "Amy, ah, I don't think its a good idea for you to be naked right now."

Amy rolled her eyes at him, moved the banana, pulled the tie loose and opened the robe up. His expectations were wrong, she was wearing a bra and panties underneath.

"Dude, what kind of perv do you think I am?," she laughed. "I'm not getting naked in front of my brother."

Erik couldn't help but return the smile. "Yeah, naked in front of a sibling, that would be perverted."

"Never mind that," she replied, handing him the banana. "Get back to the lesson."

Erik hesitated for a moment, enjoying his position looking down at his sister. She looked stunning, lying there in silky pink underwear. He said the words before he could stop himself. "Amy, you really have a very, very beautiful body."

She grinned at him sweetly. "Thanks Erik. You do too, I guess, though I don't have anything to compare it to."

Erik laid the banana in place over Amy's panties, and to help accommodate him she spread her legs just a bit. He moved his head back into place and said, "Ok, this is sort of what happens when a guy has oral sex with a girl, or goes down on her. Sometimes people call it eating her out."

Amy's eyes got big again.

"Just an expression," he added.

He could feel himself tremble a bit as he moved his tongue toward her. He started at the bottom of the banana and licked his way to the top, moved it back and forth and then up and down again. While he found the experience to be incredibly arousing, he could also sense that she had no idea what the point of all this was. He wanted her to understand, so when his tongue got back down to the bottom of the banana, he leaned into it harder, pressing the banana hard up against her, and as he moved up, the banana shifted up a bit with him, creating some friction up against her. The first time he did it, her mouth dropped open just a bit. The second time, her eyes fluttered. The third time he could see her biting her lip.

He continued to use the banana, pressing it hard up against her, moving it up and down and side to side, and her reaction told him that she was starting to get what the point was. Her legs drifted open further, and she moved a hand behind her head and got a warm glow on her face. Each time he pushed the banana with his tongue, he could feel her react, and eventually he felt her moving her hips against him, creating more contact and friction. He eyes closed and her long, slim fingers found their way to her lips.

The grinding between tongue, banana, and Amy was getting so strong that Erik felt the need to let up some before the banana got crushed. His mouth was watering and he did not want to stop. In his mind, Erik was visualizing another scenario, one that involved him devouring the banana in one fell swoop, pulling her panties aside and plunging his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet saltiness and showing her what oral sex was REALLY like.