All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults.
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By now, Sis had pretty much covered all the standard stuff, only one thing left. I found out that contrary to what I thought, Sis didn't know it all, but this didn't turn out to be a flaw. Then there was the other stuff.
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A few minutes later, we walked into the house, with me bringing up the rear, Sis's rear.
When I closed the door, "You getting a good view?" Sis pulled the tail of the long t-shirt up around her waist, exposing her nice cheeks wrapped tightly in the jeans. Sis never showed off her backside. Now I understood. The raised t-shirt exposed an ass worthy of viewing.
"The view is excellent from back here." I came through the truck ride without an erection, my time spent making small talk with Sis. When she raised the shirt tail, I stiffened, "Mmmmm," I growled as my pants tightened.
"Come with me. I'm not sure how things will go today."
With what Sis told me yesterday about her hang-ups, today's lesson made me apprehensive, "I thought we took care of this yesterday."
"That was a good start, but I need one more thing from you."
"You sure you want to do this? I don't need it, and if you don't want to, I'll understand." I was more nervous than Sis.
Soon we stood at Sis's bedside once more. In the past week, I'd spent more time in Sis's bedroom than I had in the past 3 years.
"You're worried about me aren't you? That's why it has to be you. You're the only one I can let do this," as she turned and buried her head under my chin.
With her head under my chin, she turned enough to get her lips on my neck again. When she did, she noticed the band aid I'd put over yesterday's hickey just before practice. "What's this?"
"I had to cover my wound... didn't want to give the guys more to talk about," and they would have talked.
With a pout, "Aw, you don't like your sister's mouth."
"That's not true. I love it. But do the hickeys have to be so... visible?"
"Half the fun is watching you worry, but we can keep them out of sight. If it makes you feel better, I'll let you give me one on a boob sometime. Would you like that?"
I nodded, "That sounds like fun," and she eased up on my neck, and she took off the band aid. I guess she wanted to admire her work. She looked smug while staring at the hickey.
"You know the drill," and she extended her arms over her head, inviting me to remove her t-shirt.
I took my time with the undressing ritual, studying Sis's face, drawing out the time before we would have to start today's lesson. Sis stood patiently, allowing me to linger over her bra and other garments. Maybe it also allowed her more time.
Slow as you want to go, it only takes so long to remove four articles of clothing and a pair of shoes. When I finished, Sis began an equally slow process of undressing me.
There was no big smile on either of our faces as there would have been earlier in the week. Soon enough, we stood naked, separated by inches, each of us studying the face in front of us.
Both of us were apprehensive. I wasn't scared, but concerned for my sister who looked small and vulnerable. I couldn't read her mind, but her expression looked strained. If I had been her, I would have been afraid, and I assumed part of what I was seeing on her face was fear, fear of me.
I closed the few inches between us and wrapped my arms around Sis. Her body molded to mine with her hands folded in front of her crossed over her breasts. She shivered as I held her.
"Are you sure we need to do this, Sis?"
"Positive. If I don't do it with you, I'll never do it and there'll always be this barrier between me and any guy I meet. It's gotten in the way of more than one relationship."
Anger flared in my chest as I thought of guys so shallow they couldn't get past something like this for my sister. "Sis, if a guy calls it quits with you because of this, they don't deserve you."
"It's not them. It's me. I'm the one that calls it quits when a guy is getting too close. It's awful, but I just can't help myself."
"I'm sorry Sis. I never knew what happened to you. I wish I could have helped you." and I puller her more tightly to my chest.
"You were too young, and besides, I'm dealing with it."
This situation was fucked up. Both of us had issues. It had never occurred to me that Sis might need help more than me. At least I wasn't terrified of girls. I was just avoiding them. Sis was frightened. She had been assaulted and had a right to be scared. I hadn't been assaulted. Just embarrassed.
I had to man up for Sis, "How should we do this?"
"Well, I've had several ideas. One, we could go get one of Dads bottles of booze and I could drink until I didn't know or care what you did to me. But it'd be defeating my purpose if I'm so intoxicated that I don't know what's happening. The second choice, we could try what we did yesterday. You get me so excited that I quit thinking about it. Knowing what's coming, I don't know if it's possible to get me that excited. You took me by surprise yesterday. The third choice, you could just throw me on the bed, man handle me, and just shove it in there. You're strong enough to do that, and I couldn't stop you. You know I wouldn't hold it against you."
It was almost as if she wanted me to take the third option but she knew how I'd react to this one. After giving me a second to think, "Oh, and one more thing. You're going to rub half a tube ok KY on my ass!"
I grinned at this. Sis still had a sense of humor.
"Well, that third one is never going to happen. The first one isn't much better. I'd never be able to look at myself in the mirror. I choose number two."