17 comments/ 52933 views/ 40 favorites Just Practice By: secretme Okay I've been dying to write this ever since a conversation with Slyc. So thanks for the inspiration and sorry for stealing the idea! Hope you like it... To those of you out there (you know who you are) who know vastly more about fencing than I do. Please forgive misused terminology. But if there are glaring issues or even small ones that would make the story better, please PM me. I'm looking for that kind of info. It's been a long time since I actively fenced and I was never great with the terms, or really the moves for that matter. But it was fun and I never did get it out of my system. Without further ado... "Foil, epee, sabre, schlager?" Jase asked cheerily, walking the long wall of weaponry. "I bet women love this part," he teased, grinning widely. "In real life you never get to choose the size of the weapon before you have it in your hands." Usually his bad jokes about fencing and sex being similar got her laughing. But tonight his joke was met with complete silence. He turned toward Michelle when she didn't answer him. She had one of those annoyed looks in her bright blue eyes. Her brown hair was pulled tightly back into a pony tail. She had donned most of her equipment, but there were a number of buckles she had yet to deal with on her white canvas jacket and her mask was tucked neatly under her arm. She wasn't really paying attention. "Michelle?" "Yeah," she replied and looked up at him. "Hey, are you up for this?" Michelle finally really looked at Jase. He was in his all black gear. Fitting, she seethed. The bad guy always wears black. She glared into his hazel eyes. "I'm always up for anything you have to offer. Remember?" Jase immediately held up his hands in surrender. Her tone was more a little dangerous and he had no idea what he had done. "I don't know what's gotten to you Chelle, but I'm not here to fight. I'm here to practice. You care to share or are you going to dwell in silence." Michelle looked around the large private gym, giving Jase the impression that she was opting for silence. Jase was friends with the owner and he had conned the guy into letting Jase have the place at night, after close, to practice. Both Jase and Michelle worked such insane hours during the day that they never got a chance to make it in during daylight hours. It had been incredibly convenient. In more ways than one. Michelle couldn't believe she had been stupid enough to sleep with the asshole. That was two weeks ago now. Not a single phone call. On top of that last week he'd invited Ted and Zach to join them for practice. He sent a pretty clear message that he hadn't really intended things to get close between them. Then he'd had the nerve to flirt with her as if nothing had happened. She had almost managed to ignore the whole thing until she heard Paula talking about going out to dinner with him a couple nights back. When Michelle had suggested dinner, nervous as a high school kid, he had turned her down claiming to not have a free night available. He made it sound as if his life was all work and no play. Right. Jase turned and pulled two schlagers off the wall. "Since you're in such a mood, how 'bout assault? No strip?" He inspected the tips as he spoke, making sure the blunts were in good shape and the tape would at least last through this match. Then he tossed one of the weapons to Michelle. Catching it in a gloved hand she re-inspected the weapon as if Jase had done an inferior job or she didn't trust him. "Fine with me," she replied angrily as she pressed the tip against the mat and watched the blade bend, looking for flaws. "Target?" "Whole body," Jase offered with an amused glint in his eyes and pulled his mask on over his face. There were a number of whole body things he was thinking about doing with her tonight. "Maybe if you work out some of that aggression we'll be able to get some real practice in." Michelle almost went straight for his head when he said that. She put her mask on, walked to the middle of the mat and stood at attention. When Jase got into position she only gave him a moment before shouting , "En guard," advancing, and lunging at him. Forced into a retreat, Jase stepped aside, parrying Michelle's blade and attempting a riposte. Michelle attacked as if she were on fire. Confused by her aggression Jase continued to back up, barely managing to counter her advance until he hit the wall, literally. He had been so absorbed in his counters and Michelle's behavior that he had miss-calculated the amount of space he had. The sudden stop jarred his arm and he felt a sharp thrust into his chest. "Hit," he called reluctantly acknowledging her point. "I thought we weren't keeping score. Assault," she growled back at him. "This is only an exercise in assuaging my aggression," she mocked. Now Jase was getting mad. As far as he knew he hadn't done anything to deserve this. "Alright Chelle. You wanna tell me what's wrong?" He tried again. He was getting more and more frustrated with the situation. Michelle pulled her touch and stepped back to the center of the mat without answering him. She briefly considered that she still needed to adjust the buckles on her jacket. But when she noticed that Jase was already headed toward her she let it go. She took her position up again. "En guard," she said back in a deadly soft voice. If she hadn't already managed to get his attention she had it now. Jase adjusted his jacket and stepped to the mat. She wasn't going to catch him off guard again. "En guard," he answered holding his left hand well back, leveling the tip of the schlager at Michelle's mask and waiting. Michelle paced around forcing him to adjust his stance several times. The strap that should have come up between her legs and buckled at her back was dangling and she could feel it brush her legs as she walked. It wasn't long enough to step on. But it wasn't exactly regulation to be fooling around without fastening it. Tonight she was feeling cocky and angry though. There was a little part of her that believed both Jase and she were good enough to manage without all the frills of the safety equipment. Michelle had always been better at free play than Jase was. He preferred line fencing. Michelle had a nasty tendency of forgetting rules or stepping out of line. She was usually caught on technicalities. He'd only suggested this because he thought it might cheer her up. In truth, Michelle had only started fencing for fun and had proven to be a natural. But she hated the logistics and was much happier with friendly swordplay than serious work, usually. Michelle watched with amusement as Jase awkwardly side stepped in order to keep her in front of him. She knew his style fairly well. He'd wait for her attack. He always did. This seemed to be the one area of his life that Jase didn't show a natural up front aggression with. He actually bothered to try and learn about his opponent, locate weaknesses, and determine the best move before attacking. Unfortunately Michelle had proven to be a tricky opponent. He had yet to completely figure her out and that made him cautious while dealing with her. Without warning, Michelle's blade came up and she stepped deliberately toward Jase. She beat his blade off as he tried to close the line and thrust at him. Jase parried and Michelle countered. The next few moments were a flurry of thrust, parry, counter, lunge. Neither of them was willing to give ground. Finally Jase saw an opening and took it. Beating Michelle's blade down, he thrust at her chest. She ducked just in time and the tip barely missed her shoulder. At the same time she brought her own blade up and managed a hit to his stomach. Swearing, Jase stepped away from engagement. "Hit," he spat out as he walked away. "You ready for a real bout yet?" When he turned back Michelle was already advancing on him. "What the hell Michelle?" Jase got his blade up only barely in time to deal with the next volley. This time Jase managed to get the upper hand when Michelle went for a low line attack and tripped on her loose jacket strap. He got her with a vicious thrust into her hip, where the padding wasn't quite as thick. He hadn't intended to hit her that hard and he knew there'd be a good half dollar sized bruise on her creamy skin. A flash of the night they'd spent in the locker room a couple weeks back went through his mind as he pictured the purple circle taking shape on her hip. For a moment Michelle sat on the floor. God what am I doing. It was only one time. I don't have any claim to him. If he wants to go out with Paula, that's his business. Some friend she turned out to be. "Sorry," she said despondently. "Maybe we should call it quits for tonight. I don't think my heart's in it." "You're heart's here alright. You've been beating the shit out of me," he growled. Here he was again. The woman was impossible to read. When he first met her he had called her the ice queen for a reason. They only ended up spending time together at all because she had been interested in getting into fencing. If it were for that he never would have even considered getting together with her. Over the past couple months as they got to know each other some, he'd found himself more and more attracted to her. Then the locker room happened. He thought the ice queen had finally thawed. "If this is about the competition—" Michelle scoffed. Men are so damn clueless. "This has nothing to do with the competition." "Well if you don't want to practice I can always find someone else. Don't let me force you into this," he said angrily. "You may not take it seriously, but I thought I had a genuine chance here." "You did have a chance," Michelle said, knowing he didn't get the insinuation at all. Find someone else, she thought. "Alright," she growled back with renewed annoyance. "Let's go." Michelle stood up and returned to center floor. "En guard," they both managed at once. The blades clashed violently as the bout took a nasty turn past reasonable practice. "Corps-a-corps," Jase growled when Michelle hip checked him during a pass. He whirled on her. "I had the right of way." "Assault," Michelle through back at him angrily. Jase jumped and lunged at Michelle with more force than he intended. His blade was met with a parry that snapped the foible of Michelle's blade, near the tip. The sharp jagged end ripped into Jase's black canvas jacket and bit into skin before Michelle could pull the stroke. "Shit Michelle!" Jase stepped back and paced away from her. "Are you alright?" Michelle temporarily forgot how pissed he was with the prospect of him being hurt. But when she started to approach him to see how bad it was Jase turned and attacked again. She might as well have been weaponless for all the good the schlager with a broken tip would do her. She used it to parry, but couldn't return the attack without risking hurting him. Before Michelle knew what had happened she had retreated flat into the wall. Jase pinned her blade above her head. She had hold of the sword with one hand and his wrist with the other. All that time Jase spent on weights paid off. His grip was like iron. "What the hell is your problem tonight Michelle?" Jase ripped his mask off, tossed it aside and tore Michelle's off as well. Her hair hung in sweaty wisps around her face. Again his mind drifted to that night in the locker room. He hadn't had a single chance to be around her since then. There was always something: work, his friends, Paula. By the time he got home at night he collapsed into bed. Not that he hadn't thought about calling. But what he had in mind, he knew, would take more than a phone call. She glared at him. "I guess you're not as hurt as you looked." He couldn't take it. Between the smell of her sweat and all the adrenalin pumping through him, he had to taste her. Two weeks and too much anticipation of fencing with her. Hell, even the shit she had been giving him all night was somewhat of a turn on. The woman had no idea what she did to him. Jase leaned in and kissed her. His lips forceful against hers, insistent and demanding a response. Initially Michelle was too shocked to respond. She stood pinned against the wall with his lips burning against hers. After an eternity of uncertainty Michelle began to melt. Her mind spun. She had wanted this so badly. Indecision warred within her. One moment she was telling herself that he was a creep, dating who knows how many women and the next moment she was telling herself that it didn't matter because he was here with her now. Taking advantage of her temporary lapse in fight, Jase reached down with his off hand and began working his way under the fitted jacket. Admittedly the fact that she had never buckled all the straps was helpful. Michelle drew in a sharp breath as his fingers found flesh. Jase's eyes bored into hers demanding that she let him win this fight. Every time Michelle opened her mouth to protest Jase pressed his lips against hers again. She couldn't believe she was giving into this. Jase felt his need for more growing, but he was afraid to let her out of the pin. There was too good a chance she'd go off on him again. Right now he had control and he intended to take advantage of that. He hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of her stretch pants and tugged them down. Jase got them to mid thigh and began stroking her thigh, hip, and around to her butt cheek. He squeezed her hard as he kissed her again. Michelle felt like her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Jase's hand stroked around her thigh and found its way to her mound. Michelle bit her bottom lip and let her head fall back against the wall as he pressed his fingers between her thighs, against her slit, across her clit, into her slit. Michelle whimpered with each progressive sensation. Her hands gripped her sword's hilt and Jase's wrist more tightly. She tried to spread her legs for him, but found that they were trapped by her pants. Michelle gasped as his fingers wiggled lightly against her. Jase kissed his way along her jaw line with a feather light touch. He nuzzled her hair back and Michelle turned her head so that he could kiss her earlobe. Jase smiled at the soft gasps as he sucked on her lobe and moved to her neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh while his fingers worked inside her. Michelle seemed to forget that all she needed was to let go of the sword and she could escape. The last thought in her mind before he had begun his onslaught on her senses was to get her sword back. Unconsciously her hands pulled at the sword futilely as if part of her wouldn't acknowledge what was really happening. Jase hooked his fingers up into her and began stroking the clenching walls inside her sopping folds. Michelle began moaning again. Between the smell of her arousal, the sounds that his touch and kisses were forcing from her, and the feel of her soft wet flesh pulsing around his fingers, Jase was starting to think he might lose it in his pants. No woman had been able to do this to him since his inexperienced days in high school. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and her head snapped up to glare at him as if he had done something wrong. Michelle was about to berate him and snap out of the trance he seemed to have induced, when he put his fingers in his mouth. Watching him suck her juices off his fingers, Michelle began to melt against the wall again. When Jase was sure he had her attention he reached down and forced her pants to her knees, standing up again he kicked his own shoes off, unbuckled the crotch strap to his jacket, and yanked his own pants down. He stepped against Michelle and kissed her again. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and tempted her lips apart so that he could taste her. Jase's cock was pressed hard against her stomach. At that point Michelle had lost all will to fight what was happening. She kicked the shoes off her feet and wiggled her pants the rest of the way off her legs. Jase slid his arm around her waist and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. They both groaned hungrily as his cock found its way into her warmth as if of its own accord. Swords lowered slightly as Jase maneuvered for better leverage against the wall. Pushing up into her dripping heat Jase could feel her muscles grip him eagerly. Slowly at first he forced himself up into her then withdrew. It was almost more than he could take. As their pace increased it was impossible for them to do anything, but hold on and grunt with the force of each thrust. Leg's trembling with the effort, Michelle felt the pleasure building. "Jase," she warned breathlessly as she gripped his shoulder more tightly with one hand and her sword with the other. He felt her legs constrict around his waist almost painfully. Jase groaned uncontrollably as he doubled his thrusts. The intensity was too much. He growled out his orgasm as it flooded through him and into her. Michelle felt him come inside her as she came. Felt their combined juices overflow and begin to run out of her. Felt him convulse inside her as she shuddered around him. They stood there against the wall panting as the waves died down and the spots cleared. "God," Michelle said breathlessly. "How can it be like that?" She sounded like she was talking to herself. Jase smiled at the seemingly unintentional compliment. "Because we're meant to be like that," he said softly and moved to kiss her. Suddenly Michelle was pissed again. His lips were pressed to hers and she was kissing him back, but her mind was spinning. She couldn't believe she had let him get to her like that. She couldn't believe she had been so easily seduced. When they finally parted Michelle stood dazed, embarrassed, and angry. At first Jase thought he may have found a chink in her armor and managed to wiggle in. That the night was going to turn out the way he had originally intended after all. But then she started to lash out again. Tugging at her sword pinned to the wall she glared at him. "What the hell is my problem? What the hell is your problem," she yelled at him as if the sex had never happened and they were still in the middle of the original argument. "You think that just because I let you get to me once that you have the option of putting your lips and everything else on me any time you like? Maybe you can get away with this kind of shit with Paula, but—" she began pushing at him. Her legs fell away from him and tried to find the floor. But he had lifted her up to fuck her against the wall and she couldn't quite reach. Tears started to form in her eyes. "Whoa," Jase pushed against her, stopping her from getting away from him. "What's Paula got to do with anything?" Now he was really confused. Michelle glared at him heatedly. The tears began to fall. God I can't believe I'm crying now. God, she cursed herself for not having enough self control to tell him no. "I can't believe you're trying to deny it." "Deny what? Michelle you're not making any sense. I think that you want to be with me. I don't get this at all." He forced her to look at him. Finally he released her sword from the pin. He dropped his own to the side. Jase's arm was sore from holding her up the way he had. Rolling his shoulder once, he reached up and wiped the tear off her cheek. "I don't want to hurt you. Please tell me that I didn't hurt you," he said softly. Her blue eyes were accusing as Michelle turned her teary gaze on Jase. "Paula was talking about how you took her out to dinner the other night. You told me you were busy. I know we didn't say anything about being exclusive or ever really dating officially. I guess I just though... After that night... Then you brought the guys in last week. You didn't even call or anything." Her tone shifted from hurt and upset to angry in one fell swoop. "Well fuck you," she yelled at him, through the schlager across the floor, and started pushing against his chest with both hands. "You've got me acting all stupid. I don't need this." She wasn't getting anywhere with her struggling. Jase was just too much stronger than she was. She felt like a complete fool. Just Practice Jase let her finish her tirade. At least he was finally finding out what the problem was. He leaned in as cried and fought against him. She stilled as his face came close to hers and he kissed the tear on her cheek. "Michelle," he said softly trying to calm her down by using a calm tone. "I didn't call because I didn't know what to say and because I really have been crazy busy. I brought the guys last week because they begged me and I owed them. And Paula is my cousin. She's been having a tough time with my uncle and I took her out to dinner to try and sort out some family issues." Michelle's bright blue eyes stared into Jase's hazel. He was telling the truth. There was no doubt in her mind that he was telling the truth. "God," she whimpered. Her head fell forward against his shoulder. Michelle turned beat red. If he didn't have her pinned to the wall with his cock she would have been running to hide. What was it about this guy? From the minute she met him, she lost the ability to act like a normal adult female. Jase chuckled gently. "I'm guessing that wasn't a statement about my sexual prowess," he teased, hoping to assuage some of her embarrassment. He tried to get her to look up, but she wasn't moving. "Is there any possible chance that you can forget tonight happened," Michelle asked softly. "Mmm, not a chance," he growled seductively. "The sex was way too good." Michelle looked up at him finally. He had that pain in the ass smile that she hated and loved at the same time plastered to his face. "So I take it you're not going to write me off as being the insane, high maintenance, paranoid type?" Jase grinned evilly. "Chelle, I already knew that." She pinched him hard on the arm. Jase yelped and backed up, dropping her to the floor. "Serves you right. If you knew, then you should have called," she said, trying to sound angry but not quite managing. Jase rubbed his arm and shook his head at her. "Wanna go back to my place?" Michelle bit her lip and stared at him. "Only if you promise to do that thing you did in the locker room again." Jase's smile spread across his face. "Deal." ************ Alright, so how do you like Jase and Michelle? Drop me some feedback or a comment... Hopefully it will help with waiting for the other stuff... :) Am I on your favorites list yet? I'm only a couple away from being in the top ten on the site... Just saying... ;) Take a second and vote. It's just one click now... Love secretme Just Practising It was Monday morning at school. Ann sat back on the toilet seat in the sixth-form toilets, legs up so nobody could see her cubicle was occupied, as she busied herself making a couple of roll-up cigarettes for the afternoon break and to go home with. Mind bent to the task she almost didn't hear the door open, but the noise of the three girls coming in brought her back to the present. Stopping what she did, she sat still and quiet, hoping not to get sprung by any of her busy-body prefect friends looking for an easy target. As she recognised the voices she relaxed. It was her friends Lucy, Kate and Joanne. Just as she was about to call out, their conversation took a turn to boyfriends and Ann held back, hoping to hear something more interesting. "I was screwed senseless by Karl last week" said Kate. Ann smiled to herself. Kate and Karl had been going out for years, and as far as Ann knew Karl was Kate's only partner, so her comment didn't mean much. "Lucky you" said Joanne. It's been months since I had a boyfriend worth pretending I was a virgin for – they're all so obsessed with themselves instead of us girls." Ann smiled to herself. Joanne pretending she was a virgin? Ann knew, having screwed Joanne's last ex, that Joanne wouldn't let any boy into her underwear and would only toss them off under pressure. 'Ha!" added Lucy. "I've just started going out with Richard, and he's an absolute octopus. No idea how to kiss and he's trying to get into my knickers without even feeling my breasts!" Ann almost stopped breathing. Could they be talking about her twin? "You mean Ann's brother?" asked Kate. Confirmation was on the way. "That's the one." replied Lucy. "Given his twin sister's track record I figured he'd have a decent idea of what to do after the dance is over, but I'm not even sure I should see him again this weekend if his idea of a good time is to wipe his sloppy lips across my face while trying to undo the belt on my jeans." Ann could have died of embarrassment. She knew she was way ahead of her brother in terms of relationships, development and sex, but she had no idea he was that inexperienced, or that her sex life was a subject of gossip amongst her friends. "That's what comes of growing apart as you grow up" she thought to herself, making a mental note to talk to Richard more. "Go on Lucy," said Kate. "Give him a last chance – what's a week between friends that ten minutes between good friends can't fix?" Dissolving into fits of giggles, make-up restored, the trio left the bathroom and left Ann thinking to herself. She didn't want to be embarrassed by her brother, and neither did she want her brother to be talked about in such derogatory terms at school. It wasn't fair, she thought to herself. When she'd been with inexperienced boyfriends she'd helped them along, taught them how to play, and how to please her. Girls could be such bitches at times. As Ann flitted between classes, caught in her own little world, barely paying attention to her lessons, she came to a conclusion. If Richard didn't know what to do, and she did, then she had to tell him what a girl wanted, and how he could be better. Mind made up, a determined frown on her face, she left her last lesson to change for netball practise. Ten minutes later Ann was in her netball gear. Gym knickers, short pleat skirt and a polo shirt, with a vest underneath. Her 34A breasts meant she rarely had to wear a bra unless circumstances dictated, such as wearing the white school shirts, which were a thin polyester mix that showed the faintest nipple outline and all the freckles a girl had. Ann was good at netball, despite her slight stature. Although barely 5' 5" she had an athlete's balance, and was able to turn her marker quicker than most girls in her peer group. Coupled with an uncanny passing accuracy, she was a regular starter in the school team. Practise went fast, and the girls hit the changing rooms. As Ann only lived a few minutes walk, she decided to forget showering at school and make the quick journey home where she could stand under the showerhead in peace and relax. As she went home she was trying to work out how to approach Richard to help him. With no obvious strategy coming to mind she decided to play it by ear. Getting in she saw that her father's car was out, and remembered her parents were out at friends for dinner, meaning she'd have to cook for Richard and herself if they weren't to starve that night. Ann stuck her key in the lock, went in, and dropped her school bag in the hallway. "Hey Richard!" She called. " 's'only me." "Upstairs" he called back. Ann went up the stairs to the annex over the garage that she shared with Richard. Their rooms faced each other on a separate landing, his at the front of the house, hers overlooking the rear, doors facing each other. She put her head round his door, to see him catching up on his homework, clad in shorts and a T-shirt. "What do you fancy for tea?" she asked. Richard looked up, doing the quick double-take he always did when his sister was in her sports gear, all legs and slim body. "Whatever's quick!" he replied. "Nothing fancy, I'm just hungry." "I'll check the freezer, see what we have in the ready meals" Ann said, as she turned to go to her room. Richard bent his head over his homework, but the moment was gone. He'd had little experience with girls, but his sister was at that moment uppermost in his thoughts. She'd just turned, and as she had, her skirt had turned with her, giving him a glimpse of her gym knickers, at the top of her shapely legs. He was sure her nipples had been hard too, but that was probably down to the exercise she'd been doing. He cast his mind back to the previous weekend, when he'd got his new girlfriend, Lucy, alone and had managed to cup her vagina through her jeans as he'd been snogging her, before she had to break off to go to her front door. His penis hardened at the thought, but as he closed his eyes, Lucy's face was interchanged with Ann's. Shaking his head, he wondered what was going on as he got back to advanced calculus. Ann went into her bedroom to strip for the shower. She undressed quickly, throwing her clothes into the corner and grabbing her dressing gown to go to the bathroom. Not bothering to put it on, she walked naked out of her room to shower, remembering that although she'd been to see Richard, she hadn't closed his door. Richard looked up casually as the flicker at the corner of his vision told him there was movement nearby. Before he could apologise, or even look away, he'd been confronted with an image of his sister he'd not forget as she stripped naked in her room. Her long blonde hair hung over her shoulders, and her small breasts stood proud in front of her, nipples ("Yes", he thought, "I was right") erect and standing proud. Her waist was almost boyish, no puppy fat or rounding, and below the outline of her hip bones he saw her trimmed pubes hiding her treasure. Confused, he looked down, muttering as he did so "put some clothes on, sis!" "Sorry!" Ann's reply floated back to him as she quickly rushed into the bathroom. Stage one accomplished, Ann thought to herself as she washed the sweat of netball off. She didn't think her brother had seen a girl naked since they'd shared a bath together as kids, and the sight of her would surely have aroused some interest, even it were at the base animal level. From her own experience, she knew that boys would try to fuck anything that showed the slightest bit of interest, and she found herself hoping that Richard might be at least partially open to the idea of learning a lesson or two from sister. Fucking was out of the question, of course, but she could surely show him how to kiss, and give him some tips on timing, and how to seduce his girlfriend without her thinking he was a total arsehole. She thought of her brother in shorts and a T-shirt, his athletic physique becoming him. He stood just over six feet, and was quite broad across the shoulders, with decent muscle tone from years of riding his bike, playing football and cricket and generally not going to waste like some. Ann stepped out of the shower to dry off, grabbing her towel from the rail. She managed to get herself respectable, and ran a brush through her damp hair as she looked at her reflection. She'd always wished her breasts were larger, but she had to admit that they suited her body shape, as did her pert little bum – nothing too big, but nothing to say she was just a boy. At least, she thought, she'd never suffer from saggy tits later on in life, as hers stood high on her chest, firm and proud, for all that they were slightly less than a handful. Slipping on a pair of clean white panties and her dressing gown, she went back towards her room, but instead of going in, she went in to her brother's den instead. Sitting on his bed, she leant back a little on her elbows, letting her dressing gown part at the top, showing off a little of her perfect alabaster skin at the top of her chest, just the faintest outline of the edge of a breast in view to the casual observer. "Richard, I heard a little story about you and Lucy today." Richard dropped his pen. "You what?" he exclaimed. "Who's been talking?" "I can't say, bro." Ann replied. "All I hear is that she's a little more experienced than you and it shows." Richard looked crushed. He slowly turned to face his sister. "Look, we've only just started to go out, so I dunno what she wants or what she likes." His eyes gradually took in the sight before him. If anything, it was even more erotic than the glimpse he'd had of Ann naked only minutes before. Her whole pose was languorous, she oozed femininity, and it looked like she knew it. He went for broke. "Look, sis, I'm not that experienced, so I'm not sure what to do, but I don't want all the sixth form girls talking about it. Who said what?" Ann realised she'd gone straight to the point, and some way past it. She backtracked. "Look, it was just a couple of comments I overheard when nobody realised I was listening. It's just that...." She trailed off. "What?" Richard pressed on. "Just that, maybe you went for the sprint when you should be settling in for the marathon." "Eh?" Richard left his desk chair moved to sit on the bed next to his sister. "Richard, girls like a bit of attention before getting into the physical stuff – you know, how much you like them how good they look, how nice their clothes are." "I thought we'd done all that. I took her to the disco, bought her a couple of drinks, paid her some attention..." He paused. "What am I supposed to do?" "From what I heard, I think you did the warm-up OK" admitted Ann "but I think you pushed a little hard when you were playing tonsil hockey. The girls I heard said you weren't the greatest kisser." Richard slumped. "I'm not. I've not had loads of practise like you, and I can't get any without a girlfriend, so how am I supposed to learn to do it better?" Ann looked sideways at him, head bent, hands clasped. She decided it was time to make her move. "You can always practise with me, if you think it will help." Richard looked across at her, his eyes widening. From his vantage point slightly above and next to her, one breast was almost exposed, and her eyes and lips seemed to be begging him to take a lesson. "Ann" he said firmly. "You're my sister." "Twin sister" she responded, as if it made a big difference "and if it makes it easier keep your eyes closed and pretend I'm Lucy!" Richard relaxed a little. "OK. Anything will help, I guess." "Right." Ann said. "Show me how you kissed her." "Um, we were standing up" Richard thought back. They stood. Richard moved in closer and put his arms around his sister's slim waist. Ann hadn't bothered to rearrange her dressing gown, and it was open almost to her waist, exposing more than usual to her brother's gaze. "Then what?" Ann asked, as she put her arms around her brother, resting her hands up toward his shoulder blades as she leant in, hiding her breasts against his T-short and chest. "Then we..." Richard stopped. Ann titled her head up and Richard enclosed her mouth with his. "Stop!" Ann broke the kiss. "woah there boy!". "What?" Richard was now very confused. "You were too full-on." Ann explained. "When you kiss, it's should be lip-to-lip. Don't try and swallow half my face!" "Uh. OK." "Try again. Follow my lead if it helps. Remember, it's just a practise, so you're allowed to make a mistake." Ann tilted her head up once more, and, as they both closed their eyes, she sought out his lips by touch, slowly kissing round his mouth until they were ready to open. She pressed her lips to his, parting them slowly, and flicking her tongue into his mouth. Richard responded in kind, much more gently, as he waited for her to take the steps he ought to know. As her tongue traced the outline of his teeth, so he followed in her mouth. When she snaked around his tongue, so he did the same to her. What had started as a basic kiss turned into a full teen snog as they explored each other's mouth. Richard's hands dropped to cup his sister's bum, and he took a cheek in each hand and squeezed slowly as they kissed. Ann broke off. "Is that what you did next?" she asked. "Erm, no." Richard said. "In fact, what I did next was..." He demonstrated as he brought a hand round to front of her dressing gown, and cupping the cloth, attempted to touch her pussy. "Richard!" Ann exclaimed as she twisted out of his grasp. "No way! We're just practising!" "Sorry, sis." Richard was mortified. He didn't want to blow this lesson, and quickly moved his hand back round her back, clasping her to him as if to hold her tight so she couldn't get away. Ann was surprised. No wonder Lucy had issues with him, if he'd gone straight for her pussy. "Richard, a girl likes to feel wanted for who she is as a whole person, not just for what she has between her legs. You've really got to work up to that if that's what you want, and I know all boys do, so don't lie." Richard realised he was being let off. As he leant back to look at her face, he realised her dressing gown had opened further, and as he looked down he now had a perfect view of his twin's little titties behind the fabric. "Ok. You lead, then." They resumed their kiss. Ann was amazed at how quickly he learnt, and was happy losing herself in the feeling of a full French kiss. She felt her nipples hardening, and realised that she was turned on, which wasn't the outcome she'd expected when she'd gone to teach her brother a lesson. "Mmmm." Ann broke the kiss again and looked up into Richard's eyes, feigning shyness. "You can practise feeling my bum if you like." They kissed again. Richard's hands crept down from her waist to squeeze her bottom again. As he did he couldn't help but bring her closer, realising when he did that his penis was now rock hard and pressing into her stomach. Ann moaned as they kissed, and brought her hands down to Richard's bum, squeezing hard and bringing them closer together. There was no disguising their mutual lust as she slowly rubbed her stomach against him, feeling his stiff erection against her as she did. Ann's hands travelled up from Richard's bum, up and under his T-shirt, to trace little patterns across his torso, finishing with her hands flush on his chest, covering his pectorals. She broke the kiss again. "Take that off, and let's lie down." As Richard drew his T-shirt over his head, Ann made a decision, and, undoing the cord, shrugged her dressing gown off onto the floor, standing for a moment in just her panties before taking Richard's hand and pulling him onto the bed. Richard drank in the sight of his semi-naked sister, realising how perfect her petite little body was, and thinking how lucky he was that she'd help him out. She lay back as Richard lay next to her, then, using her arms, guided him to lie sideways next to her and started kissing him in earnest once more. Richard took the opportunity to steal a glance down her body, past her upraised breasts and her erect nipples, down across the flat stomach, and slightly protruding hip bones, to the small white panties with the wisp of golden pubic hair poking over the top. He groaned his arousal as he kissed her, and Ann responded, a little mewl in the back of her throat as she caressed his back. Slowly, Richard brought his hand across her stomach, rubbing gently, then tickling softly with his fingertips. He continued this for a few minutes as they kissed, before Ann stopped him again. "You can feel them if you like. My breasts that is. Just practise, mind you." She pulled his head down once more as Richard moved his hand up, covering first her right breast, then her left, then tracking between the two. Ann was in heaven. This was the slowest seduction she'd had in a long time, as she was used to screwing quickly in the backs of cars, or while a boyfriend's parents were only out for a short while (and once, while they were downstairs as her then partner took her from behind over the edge of his bed). She lost herself in the feeling as she forgot totally that this was her brother, and it was a lesson she was supposed to be giving him. "It's just time he needs" she thought to herself. "He's a natural." As Richard's fingers circled her nipples, Ann reached down to his crotch, grasping his penis through his shorts. Already aroused, Richard moved his own hand to undo the cord and roughly pull his shorts down, allowing Ann unfettered access to his hard on. "That's a bit quick too." Ann smiled as she delivered this gentle rebuke. "Let the lady choose the moment." To show she didn't mean to tease, she kissed him once more and let her hand tighten round his seven inch shaft, moving it slowly up and down as she wanked him while he played with her breasts. Turning into him slowly onto his back, Ann moved over him, straddling him with her legs so that only the thin cotton gusset of her knickers lay between her pussy and her brother's hardness. As she lay over him, still French kissing, Ann started to move her hips to dry hump her brother, her clit sending pleasure signals to her brain as her pussy lips parted and the friction of the back-and-forth movement turned her on further. Richard felt the heat and wetness of his sister on the underside of his penis as she slowly pretend-fucked him. He was aroused more than ever before, and responded by clenching his muscles in time with hers, heightening their mutual pleasure. "Ohhh." Ann parted their lips again. "That feels so good." "Mmm." came Richard's reply. "too good." Before Ann knew what was happening Richard had increased the pace of his thrust, and as his penis rubbed faster against her clit she realised she was about to orgasm. Sinking her head into Richard's neck, Ann moaned her relief as she came hard, tensing and shivering as her body lost control of the muscles it had. As she started to gain some feeling and get some of her senses back , Ann felt Richard go rigid beneath her as he squirted his own release between them, the stickiness coating both their bellies. There was a minute or two of silence while they gathered breath. "Wow," grinned Richard. "Wow squared," smiled Ann. "Just practising, right?" "Just practising."