In a way you never could have guessed

When you got dressed and headed downstairs you were a bit surprised with what you saw. At first everything seemed normal and you walked into the kitchen to grab a quick bowl of cereal. After you put the milk away and sat down across the table from your sister, who had so far been too busy to acknowledge your arrival, your parents joined you in the kitchen. Your mom was giving you a look of barely concealed resentment while your dad was showing signs of disappointment. Your sister was just sitting at the kitchen table with her tablet, seemingly transfixed by whatever she was doing on it. For a brief second you worried that your parents were upset about the whole **** upstairs thing but set that aside. You put that aside though since something like that would have gotten you much worse than angry looks yesterday. Just the thought that you just got jerked off by your sister would normally have had your mother much angrier and your dad would've been irate to say the least, possibly to the point of ****. But they had apparently been fine with it when Millie came downstairs to show them your jizz so you hoped their anger was something else. You wanted to ask your parents what the problem was but your mother didn't give you the opportunity and told you immediately why she was upset.

"Really Nicholas, did you need to be that mean with the scores? She's your sister for god's sake!"

She angrily folded her hands in front of your chest while your father just seemed to be there for her support. So your mom was made at you. Because you told everyone. That your sister. Gave lackluster hand jobs. Even with what happened with your sister earlier and becoming a world sex inspector, this was probably the hardest thought to process and accept. Your mom never came across as anti-sexual as Millie had been but she was also definitely conservative in regard to anything involving sex. You were about to defend yourself but was again interrupted, this time by Millie.

"Mom, calm down, he's just being honest. I had never done that before. I hadn't ever really watched much porn so I had no idea what I was doing. My hand job was terrible and I knew it while I was doing it. You should thank him since he told me what I need to improve. In fact before I've been looking at your advice and it's all great. What do you think of these?"

Your sister handed her tablet over to you and you nearly choked on your cereal upon seeing the display. Apparently your sister was browsing a website looking for new, sexy underwear and damn did she find it. The pair on the screen had a thin pair of lace, black panties. At least that's what the web page said. Really it was just a black, spandex string going around the waist with some very thin, sheer lace going between the legs. Under the spandex string on the front and back was a small, V-shaped hole that made it look like it'd end right before the pussy slit and butt crack begin. If that wasn't revealing enough, the little bit of actual fabric was semi-transparent and the only skin that these panties really hid at all was between the vagina, butt crack, and the skin between them.

Your sister was thinking about buying that apparently and as you scrolled around the screen looking for details you noticed something else. "24" items already in the cart. You looked at your mom who was giving you that angry and impatient, "hurry up and answer the question," look that all moms are able to nail so easily. And you also know that if she doesn't get the right answer she's going to get significantly worse. So your mom was impatient for you to judge the sexiness of the slutty underwear your sister was planning to buy? This was going to take some getting used to.

"Yeah Mil, that's actually great underwear if you want to take a teasing, naughty slut kind of approach." You hand the tablet back and before your mom can chastise you further you continue. "Now, I don't want to give you too much advice as a judge since it could bias any future scores if we try again, so this isn't sex judge Nick talking. This is just Nicholas Ericson, your horny, pervy big brother talking. Occasionally when we were younger you've dressed up for special events and you can be damn pretty when you really try. I would add that when you go all out, do up your hair real nice, put on makeup, and all of that you always looked your best in brighter colors. Green, blue, red, stuff like that. Even when you're just wearing normal clothes around the house, those colors always looked best on you. I'd stay away from pink and yellow if I were you though."

Your sister looked a bit confused at that, "But I thought that a lot of guys liked those colors. I thought having at least some pink would be good..."

Continuing to eat your cereal you nodded, "Sometimes. Pink is the trademark color of the bimbos and bright yellow is the color of happiness. If you wanted to do a stupid bimbo thing or a silly little girl thing or a cutie-pie thing, then I'd say go for it. But you're actually intelligent, insightful, and have a look to your eyes that lets everyone know that you read lots of books and understand pretty much all of them. There are few things that can ruin a porn video quicker than bad acting so I say use what you have to your advantage and don't pretend to be something you're not. For you I'd recommend a style that's a little bit more slow, sultry, and sensual. With lots of dirty talk. A girl with intelligent, thoughtful eyes talking dirty while slowly stroking a hard dick can be soooooo hot. Add in a pair of big, heavy boobs with large nipples and then things start to get amazing..."

To be honest that last part wasn't really you giving advice, it was more you just fantasizing. Millie looked up at you seriously at that moment though, "Do you think bigger boobs would make my hand jobs better?"

It was so weird to be having this discussion but looking at the kitchen doorway convinced you to answer. Apparently giving your sister advice on her hand jobs was actually placating your mother. "Well the stereotypical hand job posture is a girl on her knees or bent over while the dude sits on a chair or something. Which means the only things really visible will be her boobs and head. Most other positions they'll at least be in range of vision."

That apparently settled things for Millie, "Mom, dad. I need a boob job. Can you buy me one?"

Your parents looked at one another and shrugged and seemed to think for a few seconds. Your dad spoke first, "Well, she's 18 so I guess if she wants to she can get the operation. They're kind of expensive though. Are you sure you want 'em?"

Millie nodded her head at him as your mom got closer and looked at Millie with very demonstrative, assertive body language, "You better be sure now. You don't want your dad spending all that money for you to get bigger breasts just for you to give up on this after a month or two. You won't will you?"

Millie looked at her, your dad, and you in turn and spoke with absolute certainty, "No, I will not give up. I'm not going down in history as the woman that gives the worst hand jobs of all time!" Your mom took out her smart phone and apparently began searching the web for plastic surgeons in the area. You finished eating in silence as your sister went back to shopping for undies and your dad sat down trying to get details Millie was thinking for her new tits. The surgeon might need to know that.

With your cereal done and facing away from everyone you stood at the sink rinsing your bowl out significantly longer than necessary just so nobody could see the shit-eating grin on your face as you continued giving advice you had just thought of. "And you know, to be really good you probably should go for a lot of men. Lots of different dicks, lots of different preferences, and all sorts of things you can pick up and try out if you're willing to experiment." Behind you all you heard was three voices giving affirmations that what you said made sense.

Let's see how far you could push the training idea, "And you know, it might be a good idea to have one guy you can come back to every week or two. You know, so he can gauge your training and progress. I'm going to be too busy with this new inspector job but you know dad is always going to be around..."

There was a moment of silence so you thought you may have pushed things a little too far but apparently not. You suddenly felt your sister run up behind you and give you a tight hug telling you what a great idea that was and your mom placed a hand on your shoulder to tell you what a good, caring brother you are. "Whoever thought me being a sleazy pervert would pay off some day huh? In fact dad, maybe you can start now. Mil, it could be very informative for him if you try to jerk him off the same way you did to me. That way he can know where you started. Mom, I know you want to watch and give her some tips but I don't think that'd be helpful at first. She needs to concentrate in order to properly duplicate the hand job she gave me. For a while you should probably let Millie and dad be alone while she strokes his penis. You know, until she gets her confidence up."

Your mom sighed in **** agreement. What you say made sense. "Oh, and one more thing," this time you actually were going to give real advice. "Buy all the new sexy panties you want but I'd hold off on bras for now. No point in buying some until you know what size your new tits will be right?"

Finally with everything ready and with your sister and father heading to Millie's bedroom for a quick hand job, you were ready to head to college.