Fine.

"Ugh!" Andrea grunted in frustration, "Fine!"

"Fine?" your mother crossed her arms and stared at your sister.

"Fine! I'll come in again!"

Andrea stood up, turned around, and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind her. The image of her behind waggling in her tight running shorts made you shiver with desire, but even with the new universal rules that had been laid out for you by the Developers, you were unsure how to proceed in your relationship. As much as you hated to admit it, your sister was right. You had no idea how to make a move on a woman, no less a babe like Andrea. You were worried that you'd say the wrong thing, that you'd do the wrong thing, that you'd screw it up somehow.

Then the door opened, revealing your sister, the amazingly beautiful Andrea, with a look on her face that could only be described as a mixture of joy and hunger.

"Johnny!" she squealed, rushing into the room. You stood at her approach, nervous, unsure as to what was happening. Before you could question, though, Andrea had her arms wrapped around you, her tongue in your mouth, her fingers in your hair. The heat off of her body was intense, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her touch, it all made you dizzy.

Quickly you tried to keep up with your sister, returning her kiss, mimicking her moves as much as you could. Each thing she did was a learning opportunity. Each touch, each moan, everything was new, and you didn't want to miss this chance. You slipped your left hand down to her rear end, enjoying the feel of her round ass, which was met by another moan, and a thrust of her groin toward you.

"Very good!" your mother said approvingly, "See? I told you it would work!"

Andrea broke off the kiss, panting, and stepped away from you.

"Okay, yeah, so he kissed me back," she said, licking her lips, turning away from you and toward your mother, "and maybe he wasn't too bad, but I had to do everything!"

"John is new to this, Andrea. We've been over this! You are his big sister, so it's time you started acting like it. Until he's more experienced, until he is more confident, you're going to have to be a bit more creative, take the lead."

"But he's such a dweeb!" Andrea whined, "Sure, we're in a relationship, and that's never going to change, but why does he have to be so lame!"

"Andrea!" your mother snapped before you could speak up and defend yourself, "I will not have you be so disrespectful in this house. I expect you to have some civility, young lady. Your brother is your family, and you should love him, no matter what. Now stop being so difficult, and help your brother have sex with you!"

Your sister looked at you, then your mother, then you again, then rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she said again, "meet me up in our bedroom in ten minutes, loser. We might as well get started."

She stomped out of the room, leaving you dumbfounded.

"It'll be alright," your mother said soothingly, "She'll come around. She's committed to your relationship. It's just hard taking it to the next level," she stood up from the table and walked to the counter, pickup up the kettle, "Would you like some tea while you wait?"