"Come on, you can't be serious right now."

I looked at my brother from across the living room, my leggings stretched tight as I sat cross-legged on the couch. My sports bra was doing its best to contain my boobies.

"I'm dead serious, Ash." Jamie ran a hand through his messy brown hair, looking everywhere but at me. "I'm twenty years old, and I've never even held a girl's hand properly. What am I supposed to do?"

"Okay, first of all, you're dramatic as hell." I grabbed my water bottle from the coffee table, taking a long sip. "Second, being twenty isn't some deadline. You're fine."

"That's easy for you to say." Jamie shifted in the armchair across from me. "You've always been confident. You just... walk into a room and people notice you."

I laughed, almost choking on my water. "People notice these," I gestured vaguely at my chest, "and this," I pointed at my ass on the cushion. "Confidence has nothing to do with it, trust me. I just learned to work with what I've got."

"See? That's what I mean." Jamie leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You know stuff. You've dated guys and girls. You understand how flirting works. I freeze up every time a girl talks to me."

I studied my younger brother for a moment. He really was a mess when it came to this stuff. Not that he was bad-looking or anything. He had our dad's sharp jawline and our mom's warm brown eyes. He stayed in decent shape from pickup basketball games at the gym. But put him in front of an actual woman and he turned into a walking stutter.

"What exactly do you think I can teach you?" I set my water down. "Like, what are we talking about here?"

Jamie's face flushed. "I don't know. Just... basics, I guess. How to talk to them. What they want. How to not make a complete fool of myself."

"You do know girls aren't a different species, right?" I tilted my head, studying him. "We're just people."

"Yeah, but..." Jamie trailed off, looking at his hands. "It feels different when you're on the other side of it."

"Okay, look." I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward, . "I'll help you. But you have to actually listen and not get all weird on me. Can you do that?"

Jamie's eyes flickered up to meet mine. "You'd really do that?"

"I mean, yeah." I shrugged, feeling my bra shift against my skin. "You're my brother. I'd rather you learn from someone who actually knows what they're doing than stumble around making mistakes with random girls who might not be patient with you."

"Thanks, Ash." Jamie smiled, and I could see some of the tension leaving his shoulders.

"Don't thank me yet." I stood up, stretching my arms above my head. I caught Jamie quickly looking away. "First lesson starts now. Get up."

"What?" Jamie blinked at me. "Right now?"

"No time like the present." I walked over to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the chair. "Come on. We're going to practice."

Jamie stumbled to his feet, standing close to me. At five-seven, I was only about two inches shorter than him. "Practice what?"

"Talking." I put my hands on my hips. "Pretend I'm a girl you just met at... wherever. A coffee shop. A party. Whatever."

"And say what?" Jamie looked like a deer in headlights.

"Whatever you'd actually say." I rolled my eyes. "This isn't a test, dummy. Just... be natural. Introduce yourself."

"Um..." Jamie cleared his throat. "Hi. I'm Jamie."

I waited. "And?"

"And... what's your name?"

"See, that wasn't so hard." I smiled. "But also, you just stared at my forehead the whole time. Eye contact, Jamie. Not creepy staring, but actual eye contact."

"I can't just look at your... I mean, you're my sister."

"And?" I raised an eyebrow. "You think girls don't notice when you can't look at them? It makes you seem nervous or like you're hiding something. Just practice with me. I won't get weird about it."

Jamie took a deep breath. "Okay. Fine."

"Try again."

"Hi, I'm Jamie." He met my eyes this time, holding my gaze. "What's your name?"

"Better." I nodded slowly. "Now, what do you do next?"

"I don't know. Ask about her? Ask for her number?"

"Depends on the situation." I stepped a little closer, testing his comfort level. "If you're at a party, you can ask for her number pretty quick. If it's a coffee shop, maybe you need to build more of a connection first."

Jamie swallowed hard as I moved closer. His eyes dropped for just a second before snapping back up to my face. "How do you know the difference?"

"You read the room." I reached out and adjusted the collar of his t-shirt, a casual gesture that made him freeze. "See how she responds. If she's leaning in, making eye contact, smiling, that's good. If she's stepping back, looking around the room, giving one-word answers, she's not interested."

"Sounds complicated."

"It gets easier with practice." I let my hand linger on his shoulder for a moment before stepping back. "Okay, let's try something else. What are you most nervous about? Like, actually nervous about."

Jamie hesitated. His face was turning pink again. "Honestly? The physical stuff."

"The physical stuff like what?"

"Like... touching. Kissing. You know." Jamie wouldn't meet my eyes now. "I've thought about it a lot and I just... what if I'm bad at it? What if she laughs at me or something?"

"Jamie." I put my hand on his arm, making him look at me. "No decent person is going to laugh at you for being inexperienced. Anyone who does that isn't worth your time."

"But what if I do something wrong? What if I don't know what I'm doing?"

"That's what experience is for." I bit my lip, thinking. "You know, I could... show you some things. If you want."

Jamie's eyes went wide. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." I felt my own cheeks warming now. This was getting into territory I hadn't exactly planned on. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Someone had to teach him, and who better than someone he trusted completely? "I could show you how to touch a girl. Where to touch. How to read her reactions."

"Ash, I don't know if..."

"It's just teaching." My voice came out softer than I intended. "It doesn't have to be weird. We're both adults here. I'm just helping you learn."

Jamie stared at me for a long moment. I could see that he was tensed and seemed terrified. That was fair. This was a lot.

"Okay." His voice was barely above a whisper. "Show me."

"Okay." I stepped closer again, this time letting my body press lightly against his. "Start with your hands on my waist. Gentle. Not grabbing, just... resting there."

Jamie's hands found my waist, his touch was soft and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Tighter." I put my hands over his, pressing them. "Girls like to feel wanted, but not crushed. There's a difference."

"Like this?" Jamie's grip firmed up, his thumbs brushing the strip of my bra.

"Better." I gasped slightly at the contact. "Now, if you want to kiss me, you don't just lunge in. You lean in slow. Give me time to meet you."

Jamie leaned in, his face inches from mine now. His breath was warm on my lips. I could see the pulse jumping in his throat.

"Good." My voice was barely a whisper. "Now you kiss me."

Jamie closed the distance, his lips pressing against mine. It was clumsy at first, too much pressure, wrong angle. I let him figure it out for a moment before I gently corrected him, tilting my head and softening the kiss. He caught on quickly, his mouth moving against mine in a rhythm that made me aroused.

"See?" I pulled back just enough to speak, our foreheads still touching. "Not so scary, right?"

"No." Jamie's voice was confident. "Not scary."

"Okay, so now I'm going to show you something else." I took his hand from my waist and pressed it against my breast over my sports bra. "This is where a lot of guys mess up. They go too rough, too fast."

Jamie inhaled sharply, his hand frozen against me. I could feel my nipple hardening from the contact.

"Gentle." I guided his fingers, showing him how to cup and squeeze. "You want to tease a little first. Make her want more before you give it to her."

Jamie's thumb brushed over my nipple and I gasped before I could stop myself. His eyes flickered down to where his hand was touching me, watching the way my breast filled his palm.

"Like this?" He squeezed gently, his thumb circling my nipple again.

"Mmm, exactly like that." I felt my pussy responding to his touches. This was supposed to be instructional, but my body was responding way faster than I'd anticipated. "You're a fast learner."

Jamie's confidence seemed to grow. His other hand slid up my side, exploring the curve of my waist. "What else?"

"Well..." I bit my lip. We'd already crossed several lines, and the bulge growing in Jamie's shorts was pretty obvious. "There's more I could show you. If you want."

Jamie met my eyes, and I saw the hunger there. "Show me."

"Sit down." I nodded toward the couch.

Jamie sat, and I settled next to him, close enough that our thighs touched. My hand rested on his knee, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin shorts.

"Okay, so." I took a breath. "Most guys think everything happens in their pants, but there's a lot you can do before that. Touching, teasing, building anticipation."

"Okay." Jamie's voice cracked slightly.

I let my hand slide higher on his thigh, watching his face. His breath was coming faster now, his chest rising and falling under his t-shirt.

"The key is paying attention." My fingers traced small circles on his inner thigh. "Watch how she reacts. Listen to her breathing. Feel how her body moves."

Jamie's legs shifted, opening slightly. An invitation if I'd ever seen one.

"Can I show you something?" My voice dropped lower, taking on an edge I hadn't planned. "Something that might help you understand what girls want?"

Jamie nodded, not trusting his voice.

I let my hand drift higher, my fingers brushing the unmistakable outline of his cock through his shorts. He twitched under my touch and moaned lightly.

"This," I whispered, "is what happens when you do things right. When you touch someone the way they want to be touched."

"Ash..." Jamie's head fell back against the couch.

"Shh." I curled my fingers around his cock through the fabric, feeling him grow harder under my palm. "I'm teaching you, remember? Just feel."

I traced the shape of his junk slowly, exploring. He was bigger than I'd expected, thick and hard under my fingers. My own arousal was at the peak, and my pussy was dripping wet.

"Now, when a girl touches you like this," I squeezed gently, "you let her know it's good. You don't have to be quiet."

Jamie made another sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp.

"Good." I smiled, sliding my hand up to the waistband of his shorts. "Now I'm going to show you what a hand job is supposed to feel like. So you know what to expect, and so you understand how your body responds."

Jamie lifted his hips slightly, helping as I tugged his shorts down enough to free his cock. It sprang up, hard and big, and I couldn't help but stare for a moment.

"First," I wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling the heat of him, "I want to get a rhythm going. Slow at first."

I started stroking, my grip firm but not tight. Jamie's hips shifted, his hands fisting in the couch cushions on either side of him.

"Then I would pay attention to the head." My thumb swirled over the tip, spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered there. "I know this is sensitive. I can drive someone crazy right here."

"Fuck, Ash." Jamie's voice was ragged.

"See? You're learning." I picked up speed slightly, my hand gliding smoother now with the wetness I'd spread. "When you feel yourself getting close, you don't have to fight it. But if you want to last longer, you slow down or stop for a second."

"I'm... already getting close." Jamie's hips were moving now, matching my rhythm.

"That's okay." I leaned closer, my breast pressing against his arm. "This is your first lesson. We have plenty of time to practice control later."

My hand moved faster, twisting slightly on the upstroke. Jamie's breathing was fast, his eyes squeezing shut. I watched his face.

"Ash, I'm gonna..." Jamie warned, his voice straining.

"Let go." I whispered against his ear. "Come for me, Jamie."

With a groan, Jamie's whole body tensed. His cock pulsed in my hand as he came, hot spurts covering my fingers and his stomach. I worked him through it, slowing my strokes as his breathing gradually returned to normal.

I sat back, looking at the mess on my hand. Jamie was staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving.

"So," I said, trying to sound casual despite the throbbing pussy, "that's the basics. Any questions?"