Andrea proves a point

Your sister crossed her arms just underneath her huge tits, causing her knockers to rise even more upthrust and proud. She gave you a witheringly unappreciative look and threw a quick glance at your mother.

"Look Mom, I know you want John and I to spend more time together, but some things you just can't rush. And frankly, it's not something that can just get turned on like a light switch." Andrea gestured to you with one arm. "I mean, look at him. He's kinda pasty, scrawny, shorter than me by a few inches and even then, he's got a bit of a gut." Being the delightful bitch she was, your sister addressed you directly. "Has any girl even let you touch her? Ever?"

You had to admit that even though everything she said was correct, Andrea was never one to pull punches and tended to go for the metaphorical jugular when she was in a mood. And for some reason, you always seemed to put her in one. While being verbally torn into by your sister was nothing really new, she seemed a bit more vicious than you were accustomed to.

Luckily, your mother came to your rescue. "Andrea," she sounded both tired and concerned, "just because your brother is not a model like your exes does not mean you need to start throwing insults. You two have been together for three months now, you share both a room and a bed. Why has nothing happened?"

Your sister looked distinctly uncomfortable for a moment and fidgeted a bit. "It just...." She looked at you as if she expected you to have any clue what was going on or stop your mother. "It just hasn't, okay?" she finished exasperatedly.

Your mother gives another sigh and takes a deep breath. A sure sign of another parental motive rant. "Andrea Kelly," your sister twitches a bit at her middle name being thrown in, "who are you in a relationship with?"

She sulks for a moment before answering grumpily, "My brother John."

Mom continues, "And is it a romantic relationship?" Your sister opens her mouth and has her 'I'm going to argue look on her face, but your mother prempts her. "Regardless of how you feel, what kind of relationship is it?"

"It's an intimate relationship between a man and a woman."

"And what intimacy do you and your brother share?" Mom presses on. Andrea doesn't look like she wants to continue this conversation, but Mom isn't letting her get out of it this easily. "Well?" Your sister stays quiet. "Is sex part of an intimate romantic relationship?"

Andrea gives a defeated sigh. "Yes."

"And have you and your brother been having sex?"

Your blonde bitch of a sibling gestures to you again with a frustrated air similar to your mother. "He's a virgin! He doesn't have any clue what to do!"

Your mother roles her eyes and responds, "Did you when you had your first time? We all have to start somewhere Andrea."

She doesn't have a response to that.

Mom keeps going. "You two have a shared account set up for you to fund activities together. Neither of you has touched it. No dates, trips, outings or bonding experiences of any kind. If you two are together, yet again, why has nothing happened? It takes two to tango, and I don't think John is being the resistant one here."

Andrea seems backed into the metaphorical corner. "Well what do you expect me to do, jump on him the moment I see him?"

"Why not?" Mom asks simply.

That takes your sister back a bit, "Because....um...because...." Her gaze jumps between your bewildered expression and your mother's expectant expression. Seeing no alternative, her shoulders slump in defeat. "Fine, now what?"

Your mother just shrugs. "'Two to tango' Andrea. Why don't you ask your brother?"

A round of mocking laughter burts out of your sister. "He won't do anything. A woman could throw herself at him and he would probably pass out. And that's any woman, never mind a babe like me." She sneers at you as she states the last part.

"Try him." Mom states.

Both women turn to you.