A bit more than just hugging

Karen dragged him down to his bed, climbed in next to him and held him tight.

Her still-naked breasts felt great against his chest and her cute face was only inches from him.

A part of him screamed to kiss her but... this was his sister. But... hell.

He kissed her.

She pulled away and he was sure he'd screwed us but then she laughed. "Matt, we're not dating. We can't go making out like you and Wendy."

"No?"

"I can't say I don't find it sexy that you're turning into some sort of campus stud."

"Hardly."

"Of course, as your older sister, it's my responsibility that you use those powers of campus studdom for good, not evil."

"You're only a couple of minutes older."

"Now that I think about it, if you're a bad kisser, I can't imagine what that would do to my reputation. People would just assume that I'm incompetent as well and that would be horrible."

He was starting to get where this was going. "Well, you do have a point there."

"So," she continued, "I guess it's my responsibility to make sure you know what you're doing when it comes to women."

"Absolutely."

She kissed him.

Would he be pushing things if he grabbed her ass? Probably but he did it anyway.

She sighed and pressed herself closer to him, rubbing her crotch against his.

"Okay," she said about three minutes later when she pulled away from his kiss. "Lesson one is over. You've improved your kissing skills. Lesson two is in handling boobs. Most guys fail at this so I need you to pay close attention."

"Believe me, you have my full attention."