Giving it a Shot

All Andrea had wanted to do was come home and relax, and now, thanks to her mom, she had to coach her little brother at having sex. Sure, Andrea and Johnny were in a relationship, and TECHNICALLY it was an intimate relationship, but he was such a dweeb! It just wasn't fair, just because she was the oldest, that she had to do everything!

She slipped out of her running clothes and deposited them in the hamper, then selected her sexiest pink babydoll from her lingerie drawer. Having never dressed up for Johnny, she was sure he would be surprised when he saw her. Maybe that would make her job easier. Maybe Johnny would finally clue into what he was supposed to do. Ugh! It was so frustrating having to be the oldest all the time.

She slipped into the ensuite and ran a quick shower, cleaning the sweat of her run from her body. Admitting that their arrangement came with some perks was painful, but the fact that their mother had switched bedrooms with Andrea and Johnny once they had become a couple three months prior had made her life a bit more livable. Sure, her brother, her boyfriend, was still a dork, but at least Andrea had her own bathroom!

Not that Andrea would trade her relationship with Johnny for anything. She was committed. For the life of her she could not remember what her thought process had been when she decided to go for it, to become a couple with Johnny, but now that she was in, she was in. Maybe she had thought, at first, that being so far out of Johnny's league would be a turn on, that she'd get off on seeing how pathetic he was. It hadn't turned out that way. Night after night, Andrea had gone to sleep sexually frustrated. Her friends at school, her mother, even her teachers would ask her how things were going, encouraging her to keep on trying, that Johnny would come around. But he never did! She was by the far sexiest woman Johnny had ever met, Andrea was certain of that, so why in the world had he not made a move?

Turning off the water, Andrea stepped from the shower and began to towel off. With a sigh she admitted to herself that, once again, it was expected that the oldest would take the lead. Fine. Be that way. But she wasn't going to be happy about it. Okay, so she'll act happy, just to try out her mother's idea, but deep down she wouldn't be happy.

Slipping on the babydoll, then a brief touchup of her make-up, and Andrea was ready. She turned off the light and returned to the bedroom she shared with her brother, the bedroom that had once belonged to her mother. Laying on the bed, she posed herself so that she was laying on her side, facing the door, her head propped by one hand. There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in, lover," Andrea called out in a sultry voice, steeling herself for how much instruction, how much coaching she was about to give. Being the oldest was the worst.