"Speaking of practice"

"Speaking of practice," Matt said. "Maybe we could--"

She sighed. "Can I tell you one more thing about girls? If they can see you're ****, they are less likely to put out. I mean, we want to seem special, right? And when you're all needy and ****, we don't feel special at all, we feel like we're some cock-sleeve just being used."

"Yeah, I can see that. Sorry." He turned to leave.

"Hey, asshole."

"What?"

"I'm your sister, right? Your best friend. The person in the world you're closest to. Practically yourself because we were together in the womb."

"I know you have a point there somewhere."

"So I'm going to help you with your desperation."

He reached for his zipper but she held up a hand.

"Just climb on top of me. Like you were making love to me. Which is a good way to start thinking of it, by the way. If you think of it as fucking, I have to say that's not a huge turnon for me or must girls. Make love to me, Matt."

"But--"

"Not all the way, moron. I'm not on birth control and I certainly don't want my first time to be just relieving my brother's pressure."

"So--"

"So, leave your pants on." She spread her legs and reached out her arms. "Climb on top of me and rub that hard dick against my pussy. Make me feel it even though there are jeans and panties in between."

"I can do that."

"Don't tell me, show me."