Teach Me, Big Brother

My dad called him "my metrosexual son."

I giggled and asked, "Why'd you dress down?"

"You. I can't be a peacock and make you look like a pigeon. You had your clothes from school." He laughed and added, "Dump your doofus boy, and I'll dress you up and take you out and show you off. You're gorgeous, sweetie, and you'd look marvelous, absolutely marvelous, darling, in the right clothes."

But I could tell that he was teasing me. I think he respected the fact that I was in love with my very own doofus boy.

We went back to his place, to watch one of his movies. He has like a zillion movies on Blue-Ray. He had given me his old DVD movies, back when I had been fourteen, and I'd only had the time to watch less than a quarter of them so far in four years.

I wanted to us to be naked again, so I undressed him and then undressed slowly while he watched.

He told me to wash my clothes. I hadn't brought any others than what I was wearing. He had a few tee-shirts that were about my size, old girlfriends' stuff, he said, but nothing else.

He got that big towel again, and we sat on it, on his couch, using the towel to protect his expensive couch from our bare butts. We had our arms around each other, watching the movie, a silent movie called just "M," about a child killer and the street criminals who work together to catch him so that the police will leave the criminals alone.

After the movie, I went and put my stuff in the dryer.

He got us a nice dessert from his freezer too, slices of chocolate silk pie that tasted like mocha or cappuccino or something and made us each a cup of the most delicious coffee I ever tasted.

We started kissing again, but he pulled back. He said, "I don't want to spoil it for you with your boyfriend. I'm a spectacular kisser. Your guy is just a guy your age. You don't want to always compare his kisses to my kisses, do you?"

I laughed. My dad was right. My brother was vain and arrogant, vain about his looks and his clothes, vain about his apartment and his car and his motorcycle, and vain about his kisses. But I figured that maybe he was right too.

I said, "I still want to sleep naked with you."

"So do I, but let's not fool around any more."

I made a face, but I giggled too. He was right.

I said, "How about this? I want to watch you jack off, tonight and tomorrow morning, and I want you to watch me finger myself too. And five minutes of real kissing in the morning too, you on top of me, both of us naked."

He said, "Deal." He laughed. "How about ten minutes of real kissing, five of me on top of you, and five of you on top of me?"

I laughed and said, "Okay."

We watched a weird Japanese cartoon movie that he had and then went to bed. We masturbated at the same time, watching each other. He came, shooting all over his own chest. I giggled and licked it off him, and then went back to masturbating. I even wanted to clean his penis with my mouth but felt too shy to ask.

Afterward, looking at him as I fingered myself,, I came like five times, a record for me.

I asked him something that I'd been wondering about. "Do you shave your chest, belly and legs?" He was like completely smooth.

He laughed. "I swim every other day, three days a week. Being hairless cuts resistance in the water. But I like feeling really clean too."

He is so weird!

We showered together again, washed each other, but he didn't do anything naughty to me, other than washing me slowly all over, especially my breasts. He said, "I think I'll miss this cute, sexy body all the rest of my life."

We slept naked in each other's arms.

We masturbated together again in the morning, and then we kissed, like we planned. We cheated. Ten minutes with him on top of me and then about fifteen with me on top of him, straddling his hips, my bare pussy right on his half-hard penis. I loved it so much.

He went out to get newspapers and breakfast from a place he liked nearby, onion bagels and banana pancakes with strawberries.

I called my boyfriend's cell phone. I was calling to tell him that from now on I'd let him do whatever he wanted.

He never let me get to that. Instead, he told me that he had a crush on Mary Tang. She's Vietnamese and very Catholic. She is tiny, like four-foot six, and very cute, like a doll almost. She never talks in class and is so shy that she never talks to boys or even girls who are not her close friends. She's like the ice queen virgin at our school. Her parents have forbidden her to date, even though she is nineteen and in college. Everyone knows it.

He told me that he had a crush on her for a long time. He said that he'd asked her out even when we were dating. He was like making this confession to me and apologizing for trying to get into my panties when he had a crush on another girl.

My friends had told me that he only went out with virgins, told me that he liked trying to get virgins into bed and that if he did, he'd dump them for some other virgin, but I hadn't believed them. No, that's not true. I believed what they told me but thought that he really loved me and wouldn't ever dump me.

I was hurt. I was angry. I started to tell him that I'd met someone else too, a much older guy, but then I thought, gee, telling him that is so Jerry Springer and trailer park.

When my brother came back, I was crying. He took me in his arms and held me. I was still naked and he was completely dressed. He listened to what had happened with my boyfriend. He didn't call him names or anything. He just said, well, better you know now than if you made some big mistake with him.

I said, "Please, get naked again. I want you to hold me while I cry with both of us naked."

He undressed. I didn't even watch. He held me, and I cried.

When I calmed down, I told him that if he still wanted he could fuck me, could fuck the living shit out of me, fuck my mouth, my pussy, my butt.

But he said "no."

I knew why, so I didn't ask. My brother loves me and doesn't want to do something to me like that when I'm vulnerable and on the rebound from another guy.

We watched cartoons, the old-fashioned kind, Buggs Bunny and the Road Runner mostly. We were naked on his carpet, with his big towel under us, in his living room, watching his big HDTV, watching cartoons and then the Three Stooges, laughing and laughing.

I called my mom and said that I was staying until Monday, that I was going right to school from his place Monday. She had me put him on. I think that she just wanted to be sure that I wasn't shacked-up somewhere with my boyfriend.

We went zooming around town on his motorcycle. We went to an Italian place that he liked. I told him to flirt with the waitress, but he wouldn't. He said it wasn't fair to her because he was a such a good looking guy. Who says vanity's name is woman? Then again, he is really really good looking.

He took me to the mall and bought me some cute new stuff to wear, enough for a couple days.

That night he made me wear a long tee-shirt and he wore pajamas, but we did sleep together. He even told me that if I was going to masturbate I should do it before he came to bed. Truth was, I was too sad and upset to masturbate. I think I'd done it every night since I was nine, even when I had my period, and that maybe it was the first time in nine years or something that I didn't do it.

I loved being in his arms, however.

Sunday we went to the beach. It was late spring, too cold to even think about swimming where we live, but we went and walked for hours on the sand and explored the rocks, looking for shells, pretty rocks and anything else we could find.

That night he slept in his pajamas and me in his old tee-shirt again, and I still wasn't in the mood to masturbate.

He drove me to school.

I didn't masturbate all week. I kept seeing my ex with Mary Tang, trying to chat her up.

I realized something. I hated him. I waited my chance and went and talked to Mary. I told her what had happened with me and my ex, told her what everyone had told me about him. She giggled and asked if I could keep a secret. I said "yes," swore that I'd never tell anyone. She told me that she had a secret boyfriend, that she wasn't even a virgin, that she loved sex, especially sucking her boyfriend off or riding his big cock with him lying on his back and her on top of him. She said that my ex had absolutely no chance with her, but that if I wanted, she thought that she could string him along for a few months and never even go on a date with him. I giggled and giggled, especially after she told me that her boy is this quiet, overweight, nerdy Puerto Rican kid. She giggled and said, "It's always the quiet ones!"

I called my brother and tried to invite myself over for the weekend. He said "no," but that he would take me out to eat, but nothing more.

I said, "Saturday and Sunday both?"

He laughed and said, "Okay, deal."

So it was another week. I still didn't masturbate. At first I was sad, but then I wanted to be so horny for him.

He called and asked if I wanted to come over the next weekend. I giggled and said "yes," but added, "But no holds barred, big brother."

Well, as soon as we were alone I practically ripped my own clothes off while he watched and laughed.

He had picked me up at home this time, and I brought clean clothes this time. But I'd also shaved myself smooth between my legs and I'd fingered my butthole in the shower, gotten it all open, even got most of four fingers into it. I'd read about it online.

His eyes lit up when he saw my smooth pussy.

I said to him, "Get that oil and fuck my ass, brother, and get your prissy towel too."

He went and got the towel and his oil. We were on his bed and I told him about fingering my butthole in the shower. He squirted some of the oil right into my butthole.

He undressed while I watched, and when he was naked I kissed his cock and took it into my mouth and licked it and sucked it. Then I put squirted some of the oil on it too.

He told me to put a pillow under my hips and he climbed on top of me. He penis went right up my butt too. No pain, no problem. He started to fuck me and I reached down and started to stroke myself, but it was too good, way too good. I knew that if I did that for another two seconds I'd cum, and I wanted to wait.

My brother was on my back doing the very very nasty to me and I just lay there and took it. After a while I'd stroke myself once every fifteen seconds or so. I said, "Tell me when you're close. I want to be cumming when you cum."

He said, "Cum now," and I stroked myself three times without even touching my clit and came. I kept stroking myself, and came and came.

He moaned and moaned and then shot his load into my butt. He kept fucking my butt and I kept stroking myself, this time right on my clit, and I came and came and came some more.

My brother and I fucked like horny little bunny rabbits all weekend.

I spent the next weekend at his place too, and the one after that. I told my mom that I was going to spend the summer with him. She said that I could go over his place as much as I wanted, as long as it was okay with him. I'm eighteen, and it's like mom and I are going through a transition to where I can do whatever I want with me hurting her feelings, I think, but if it had been my boyfriend instead of my brother, I know that we would've had a huge fight.

He bought me all new clothes too. Everywhere we went we were easily the best dressed and best looking people there.

When school started again, after the summer break, Mary Tang and I became best friends, and I heard that my old boyfriend was hanging out with high school girls. What a loser!