After a hard day at college, I was sitting on my bed watching porn on my laptop, when I heard a knock on my door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me, Brian,” a voice answered meekly.
“Oh hey Bri, come in,” I instructed him, quickly closing the tab on my laptop.
“Hey Hayley,” it was his little joke.
“What’s up, bro?”
“Well, I wondered, I kind of need your advice, but I can see you’re busy,” he said nervously.
“No it’s ok, just some college work. It can wait. Here, sit,” I told him, patting the bed.
“Well, if you’re sure. It’s kinda embarrassing.”
“You can talk to me. You know that.”
It was true. My kid brother and me had always had a good relationship. I guess it was because we were so close in age. I had just turned nineteen and he was a year younger and still in school. I suppose with such a small age gap we knew the same people, the same teachers, listened to the same music and watched the same tv. It just wasn’t so true with my older brother Jack, who was seven years older than me. More about him later.
“Well, you know I told you about Gabby, that girl at school I like. Well….. she… well….. I asked her out and she said….. she said yes.”
“Oh Bri, that’s great. Good for you,” I told him.
I was genuinely proud of him. Brian is a sensitive soul and quite shy. Also I had seen this Gabby about and remember from when I was at school.. Her name was Gabriella. She was Argentinian. While not a stunner in the way that some girls at school were she had a different kind of beauty and the way she appeared so cool gave her a certain mystery. I had been at the shopping mall with Brian one Saturday lunchtime and noticed he blushed when she walked into the coffee shop we were sitting in, with her parents. I followed his eyes and put two and two together. I slowly eased the story out of him about how he had the hots for her for several months. I could tell Brian wasn’t very experienced with girls or very confident so over the next few weeks I had given him some advice on how to attract her attention.
“Anyway, the thing is we’re going out on Saturday and I just need some advice on how to treat her, how to talk to her. You know the stuff,” he continued.
So over the next fifteen minutes I explained to him the importance of listening to her, showing interest in the things she said, but at the same time don’t let her do all the talking. How to be polite, but also seem confident. By the end of our chat he seemed happier but I could tell something was playing on his mind still.
“Are you sure, Bri, is there anything else?” I asked him, sensing his awkwardness.
“Well….. err….. no… that’s great….. thanks sis,” he stammered, getting up to leave.
I touched his hand, encouraging him to stay.
“Brian, talk to me. I can tell something else is on your mind. Tell me. Please!”
“Well, Hay, it’s… no….. I don’t know if I can….. it’s just….”
“Brian! Just spit it out!”
“Ok, so… right… I’m thinking, if the date… goes well….. and she wants to….. she wants something else….. she wants…..”
“You’re worried about kissing her, right?”
“Yeah, I mean… I don’t know how to…. well…. I’ve watched videos and stuff but…..”
“You’ve never kissed a girl and you want to do it right?”
“Yeah…. I just don’t want her laughing at me….. or thinking I’m a rubbish kisser.”
“Assuming she knows how to kiss a boy.”
“Yeah, but if she does…. and I’m useless, then she won’t want to go out with me again.”
“Well hopefully she’s not that shallow. Not all girls are.”
“I know but…..”
“Ok let me tell you what to do. Forget the online videos, just listen.”
So I spent the next ten minutes or so explaining to my younger brother how to kiss a girl. I explained about where hands should go, how to hold her, lips, tongues, the full story. At the end I could see he was listening intently, and understood what I was telling him.
And that should’ve been that. But….. something made me go beyond that. I guessed it must have been the porn clips I’d been looking at before he came in. Maybe just the conversation itself. Maybe the fact that I hadn’t been with a guy in five months and the things I was telling Brian were the things that I wanted for myself. The truth is I was feeling just a little horny.
“Brian, I tell you what. Let me show you. Practise on me.”
“Hayley… that’s weir…”
“Maybe but if you want to do it right perhaps it’s best if she’s not the first. Practise makes perfect I believe.”
“Are you sure? I mean you don’t mind me….. kissing you?’
“Just do it. Show me what you can do and I’ll tell you where you can do it better.”
“Hay, that’s…. are you sure?’
“Yeah, pretend i’m Gabby and not your sister.”
So he leaned towards me. I could see him processing in his mind the things I had told him. Then he leaned in further and put his lips against mine.
I was expecting nothing. I’d heard that kissing your brother was totally different to kissing a guy you liked. But there was something. As his lips touched mine there was a strange feeling in my stomach. Perhaps I should add at this point that in my entire life I had never seen Brian as anything other than a brother, not even as a boy.
He pulled back from me almost immediately.
“How was that?”
“Well, it was a start, but you need to kiss her for longer than that.”
“Ok, here goes,”
He leaned in again. This time he seemed to be putting into practise more of the advice I had given him, such as where to put his hands. Again I was surprised to find myself enjoying the sensation of my little brother kissing me. He tried again, getting better each time.
“How am I doing?”
“Surprisingly well. Go again.”
And he did, this time just a little more passionately. I could feel my heart beating and my nipples hardening.
“Brian, are you sure you’ve never kissed a girl before?”
“No why?”
“Well maybe it’s beginners luck but I’ve got to say little brother, you are a good kisser.”
“Really? Wow!” he exclaimed, getting up to go.
‘Whoa, whoa, stop right there kid!” I told him.
“W-what?”
“We haven’t finished yet. You’re doing well but remember what I said about tongues. If you’re this good she might want you to give her a proper kiss.”
So he came forward again. This time the kiss was longer and his tongue pushed against my lips. I responded and before I knew it our tongues were dancing against each other. I could feel myself getting hot.
“Now that’s how you kiss a girl! Do that to her on Saturday night and she’ll never forget it.”
“Wow!”
“Did you like it?”
“It was great. Beautiful. Was I really ok?”
“You were more than ok, you’re a natural.”
“Thanks sis.”
“That’s what big sisters are for.”
“You’re the best.”
“I know. Now scoot, I’ve got studying to do.”
After he left I thought back to our kiss. I was shocked to find that I was wet and even more surprised when five minutes later I was masturbating thinking about my little brother’s kiss.