"Can you teach me?" Kyle had asked quietly in earnest.
I didn't answer him the first time, or even the second. Eventually I managed to laugh and tell him no, but the question haunted me for a few days. It wasn't that I couldn't, I certainly knew enough and had enough experience to teach him what he wanted to know. For that matter, it wasn't even that I didn't want to. I could easily just spend an afternoon trying to tell him everything he might need, and then hope for the best. But there were two problems. Simply telling him would only go so far, only experience and practice would truly work. The other problem is that it meant revealing a lot of secrets about myself that, at least so far, I had managed to keep from my family and especially Kyle.
I eventually made up my mind and found myself staring at the ceiling of our room, nervously fidgeting with a pen as I waited for Kyle to come home from some friends graduation party. My old room had been converted into an office when I moved out last year and most of my stuff from my dorm had simply gone into storage. Thinking of it now made me wonder what would happen to this room once Kyle moved out at the end of the summer. Maybe it would become a man cave, or some kind of workout room. Where would we stay next summer break? Kyle had gotten several acceptance letters, including one from my University so maybe together we could afford an apartment.
He came in sometime later and we talked briefly before he left to eat and shower. He at last returned, somewhat to my nervous delight, wearing only a towel. He was still wet from the shower and opted to sit on the edge of his bed and air dry.
"So," I began a bit sheepishly, "I've been thinking and I'll help you, but I have a few conditions."
"Okay," he said slowly. "Such as..."
"Well, first of all you can't tell anyone. Ever. And I mean it. No one must ever know."
"That seems a bit extreme."
"That's my first condition."
He thought about it for a minute with a puzzled look, but I already knew what he would say. "Alright," Kyle said at last. "Fine, I'll do anything just so long as you help me. What are your other conditions."
I grinned at him mischievously and my nerves began to give way to excitement. If my suspicions were right, this was going to be an interesting summer. "First, and I can't stress this enough, no one must ever know. Second, you do what I tell you and follow my rules."
"Is that it?" He asked.
"Except for the rules, yeah that's basically it."
"Okay, seems simple enough. What's the big deal, anyway?"
I sighed, this was the part where it got complicated. "You'll figure it out," I said after a brief pause. "So basically, the rules for great sex are simple. Consent, intimacy, fun. Period."
"That's it?" He rolled his eyes. "You know that's not what I meant."
"I know, but you need to know this if I'm going to help you." I took a deep breath and stood up. "Arousing a woman is simple, really. People make it more complicated than it really is. It's all about intimacy, and timing."
"Alright." He said. "So what does that mean?"
"Let me show you," I said and sat next to him on his bed. "Just relax and try to remember that I'm doing this to help you." I put my arm around his back and let my hand rest on his shoulder. "Its up to you to get a woman to this point," I began and ever so slowly started to move my fingers along the side of his neck. "You'll know when she's ready. She'll tell you, or you can always ask, but be prepared to be rejected."
I continued talking to him then for a few minutes until I felt the tension beginning to leave his body. I let him guide the conversation while I continued to gently brush my fingers along his neck. He jumped straight to the point with questions about arousal, fingerings, fucking, and the like. Despite my brothers excellent physique, he was always shy and had never gotten far with girls in school. As I talked, I couldn't help but take in his body, and not for the first time. He was almost a study in perfect definition. His toned arms and chest gave way to smooth abs that ended in that alluring 'V' shape that pointed invitingly into his towel. Everything I could see, and possibly touch, was smooth and hard but his skin was silky to the touch.. It was now or never, I guessed, so I traced my fingers slowly from the base of his skull all the way down his spine.
