How to Treat a Woman

My sister Kim and I still share a bedroom even though I graduated college last month and she's going into her junior year. Our brother Keith just graduated high school, but because he's the only boy, he has his own room. Mom and Dad insist that if they had two boys and a girl, the girl would be the one by herself, but that didn't make Kim or me any less resentful. Once we were older, the worst part was all the missed opportunities to bring a guy in when Mom and Dad were out because the other sister was still around.

That wasn't the case last Saturday. Our parents were away at a wedding. I'd just come home after my shift at a pretzel stand in the mall. I always liked the smell of the butter we use when I'd pass them as a customer, but now that I work there, it takes me an hour after I get home before I don't think I smell it on myself. I was lying in bed and I'd just reached that point when Kim came home. I heard her talking to Brian, a guy she'd been dating, at the front door for a few minutes before he drove off. A few minutes later, Kim was undressed and in her bed. "How'd your date go?" I asked.

"Eh," she answered.

"What's 'eh' mean?"

"It means 'eh.' Brian's not a serial killer. He didn't try to do anything terrible. He just didn't ... do ... "

"Wait, now I'm confused. Did you fuck him yet or not?"

"Kate!" she exclaimed. Then she added, "Yeah."

"And?"

"Like I said, eh."

"Okay, now you're giving me a little more of an answer. So, too fast? Too slow?"

"Well, you know how Mom sometimes tells us too much about her and Dad?"

"Oh, God, he tells other people?"

"No, it's not that. I get the feeling Mom gets it better than I do."

"Well, she'd probably tell you it's because they've had a few decades to master it, but I don't think that's what you mean. I've seen some of my friends' parents, and I can tell you that Dad treats her with respect outside the bedroom as well as inside."

"It's not that," Kim said. "He's nice enough, and he doesn't put me down or anything."

"But those details that Mom shares? It means he knows how to treat her."

"I told you, Kate, there's nothing wrong with how he treats me."

"I guess I went off track a little there. The fact that Mom overshares means that she actually likes it, and some of the things she shares tell us that it matters to him whether she enjoys it. Does Brian?"

"I guess so," Kim answered. "He buys the ribbed condoms 'cause they're supposed to be made for my pleasure. I don't have the heart to tell him that they don't really do much. The one time I wanted to be on top, he didn't hesitate."

"Does he pressure you?"

"I guess you could say he's just candid. He never pulls the old 'not safe to drive home' routine. If he wants sex, he just asks, 'Wanna have sex?'"

"And then what? I probed.

"The first time he asked, I said no, and he accepted it. I didn't have to fight him off. I didn't wake up the next morning trying to remember where I'd been. The second time, I said yes. He had his apartment to himself, so we went to his bedroom and did it there. Afterward, he drove me home."

I got down to particulars. "So, when you do it, what's 'it' involve?"

"We take our clothes off and get on the bed. If he's on the bed first, I'll lie next to him. If I'm on the bed first, he gets on top of me. He never forces anything. Once we're in a comfortable position, I open my thighs and he finds his way in."

"That's it?" I asked. "When he goes to a ball game, does he get there just in time for the first batter, or is he there for the National Anthem and the introduction of the starting line-ups?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I mean, if you settle for that, it's all you'll ever get. He should build up to it. At the very least, when he sees you naked, he should tell you you're beautiful."

"So you're not gonna tell me I have a right to have him eat me?"

"Only if he expects you to suck his dick, but it doesn't sound like he even puts that much thought into it. No, he should do more like this." I got out of bed. Our beds are on opposite sides of a window. With the light of a street lamp a couple houses away but without my contact lenses, I could just make out that Kim was facing me. I told her, "Turn your back to me." I lay behind her and put my hand over her side. "Asking for sex is fine. It's certainly better than trying to trick you. But it's better when it's just the natural course of events." I kissed the nape of her neck.

"Kate!"

"I'm just showing you what I expect from a guy. If he doesn't put at least this much effort into making you feel good, he doesn't deserve you." I ran my hand over her hip and up to where it met her elbow. I let it slide over her and caressed her thigh.

"Kate ...," she said, this time in a happier tone.

I moved my arm across her belly and underneath her. "Can you feel my arm?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's rubbing my breasts."

"But I'm not actually doing anything. I'm just being near you. If you like that, he should do a little more." I pulled my hand back out and found the hem of her panties. I put my index finger above the hem and my middle finger below, and caressed her in a pair of parallel lines. When she didn't object, I moved my fingers down a little and caressed her pussy. "Do you like that?" I asked.

"What are you doing, Kate?"

"Showing you how to treat a woman," I answered. Kim backed her hips up into my groin. I was no longer in contact with hers, but I could feel her butt against my thighs. "Sorry," I said.

Kim pulled my fingers up and put them back across her belly. "Don't be," she said. "You're doing better than Brian." She rubbed her butt into my groin a little harder. Her underwear probably kept her from noticing that I didn't have any on. She also moved my hand further up.

I took the initiative. I found her right breast and caressed the side. "Copping a feel is bad. Caressing your lover's breasts is good," I explained.

"Keep caressing them," she whispered.

"I can caress them a little better if you take your nightshirt off," I told her. She sat up and pulled it over her head, then lay back down and put my hands across both breasts. "You see what I did there?" I asked. "Instead of selfishly asking you to show me your tits, I persuaded you." I proceeded to caress each of her breasts in turn.

Kim moved her butt down a little until it was at my thighs. She pushed back toward me, matting my own breasts in a way that suggested she wanted to feel them too. Instead, she noted, "Hold on. You're not wearing any underwear."

"I usually don't if I don't need to," I told her.

"Then I won't either," she said. She moved forward and pulled them off. She was completely naked, although I couldn't see much with her in my shadow. I took the opportunity to remove my own shirt.

We resumed the spooning position. I nibbled her ear. "Does he do this?" I asked.

"Another guy tried it once, but I told him to stop."

"At least he tried," I said. My fingers found her pussy again. Knowing what I like for myself, I brushed my fingers over her pubic hair. "You can ask for more, or you can ask for less." Kim grasped my wrist and moved it down and close. When I pulled my hand back up, my middle finger grazed the ridge of her pussy. I moved it down and separated her lips. I paused to see what she'd do. She took the finger and moved it back and forth between her lips.

"Ooh, Kate, I wish Brian would do that."

"Don't tell me; tell him." Without thinking about it, I added my index finger and began going in and out. Kim ground her hips back toward mine, then up and down. I could feel the lowest part of her butt rubbing my own pussy, and it was exciting me. I didn't even think about it being forbidden; I was just teaching my sister how to enjoy herself.

"Oh, Kate. Oh, Kate!"

"What is it, Kim?"

Her butt movements got slower but no less intense. She stopped with her butt just above my pussy. "I wish you had a dick."

"Me too," I admitted. "You wish I could fuck you?"

"I would, but that's not why. I'd love to rub my pussy back and forth over it."

At that moment the overhead light came on. Keith was standing in the doorway in pajama bottoms. "I've got one I'll let you use," he said.

"You're terrible," Kim said.

"No, I think he means it," I told her.

"So you think I should do my brother?" Kim asked.

"I think you should do what makes you happy," I said. I got off the bed and Keith took my place. He rested on his knees and put his hands on Kim's shoulders.

She looked at him and asked, "Why aren't you jumping up and down? Am I so plain that even with the taboo, you can't get excited about fucking me?"

Keith started to defend himself, but I stopped him. "I get it, Kim. Neither one of us is doing this just 'cause we haven't gotten any action. We're doing it because we love you." Then I pointed to the front of his pajamas. "And if you didn't notice, he is excited."

I must have convinced her, because she pulled the elastic of his pajamas down to his knees, exposing his cock. She put her hand between her belly and Keith's and stroked his cock a couple times. Keith returned the favor, putting his fingers where mine had been. "I see you got her warmed up for me," he said.

"Don't spoil the mood," I admonished him. They kissed and played with each other for several minutes while I stroked my own pussy. By the time Kim came, Keith had three fingers inside her.

When she came down, she said, "I'm ready." She turned around and separated her thighs. Keith started to point his dick up, but she pushed it down.

"I guess you missed what she said she wanted," I told him. Kim looked back to indicate that I was right. She came down with her thighs and pussy draped over his cock. "This is so hot," I said, and I got on the bed with them. Kim moved her hips back and forth, just as she said she would have done to my imaginary dick. Keith put his hands on her hips and steadied her.

They did this for a couple minutes. Kim and I kissed each other and fondled each others' tits for our own enjoyment, but I could tell Keith liked seeing it too. On one thrust, she pushed herself back against him, and his dick pointed almost straight up. It separated her pussy lips and the head ended up squarely between them. "Sorry," he said, and he pulled back and pushed forward properly.

"Don't be," Kim told him.

"I gotta see this!" I said. I moved back to get a better view. I only meant to get a full frontal view, but I went too far and fell off the bed. That gave me a ground view, which I liked even better. Now that I knew what I really wanted, I got back up, but on my back. I scooted forward until I was between Kim's thighs. I put my hands on Keith's hips and pulled forward. Kim put her hands out and they were fucking doggie style. I stuck my tongue out and started licking whatever I could reach. First it was the lower part of his shaft and then his balls. While he pulled back, I licked the arc that Kim's cunt lips formed with Keith's dick and then up a little to tease her clit. She liked that so much that she leaned down and started doing the same for me. I stopped sucking long enough to say, "Hey, Kim, you remember I said I wish I had a dick? Well, now I really wish I had one."

Kim had straightened up. Keith asked, "You know what's really wild? I kinda wish you did too." He whispered into Kim's ear, "I'd love to watch you bob up and down on another guy's dick while we're making love, and I'm not even gay."

I licked his cock again and asked, "So you wish it was a guy licking your cock down here but you're not gay?"

"You know what they say. It's not gay, if it's in a three-way. Not that I mind you being that way, Kate."

"Who says I'm a lesbian?" I responded.

"You're eating your sister's pussy, and you're enjoying it while she eats yours."

"Same thing," I told him. "It's not lez-Okay, that doesn't rhyme, but it works for me just like it does for you." I licked his balls and said, "Stop talking and make love to our beautiful sister."

Kim interrupted us. "Can I decide what I like, please? Stop licking us, Kate."

"You don't like it?" I said, and I stopped. "Okay."

"I like it, but right now I just wanna enjoy this dick. And this pussy." She kept her hips still so Keith could fuck her and she continued to eat me.

A couple minutes later, Keith announced, "I'm gonna come!"

"Give it to me!" Kim urged him.

"No, me!" I begged.

"We're doing this for Kim, remember?" he pointed out. He thrust hard into Kim's cunt and stayed there.

"I gotcha covered, Kate," Kim said. Before she could explain, I could see her own juices flowing out of her, and soon I was producing my own, but no one was there to savor it.

When Keith finished coming, he pulled out slowly while I licked his shaft. They both straightened up, and I got up as well. I kissed Kim's neck as before, and Keith did the same on his side. "Aren't you two gonna fuck now?" Kim asked.

Keith and I just looked at each other, and I shrugged. I said, "Maybe another time. We just wanted you to enjoy yourself." I could see by Keith's expression that he was plotting when we'd have a chance to do each other.

We sat around in a mildly awkward silence before Keith said, "I've got an early shift tomorrow. I better get to bed." He put his pajama bottom back on and left.

I kissed Kim on the cheek and said, "Night, Sweetie." I didn't tell her I'd never done anything with a woman before.

The next day I overheard Kim and Keith plotting a way to get Brian into a three-way where Keith would take the position I'd had and Brian would take her from behind. I'm hoping they'll share the details with me if they pull it off.