Learn the art of seduction.

You can't imagine any hold or technique that could overpower a titan like your older brother, or anyone else for that matter. However, you have seen guys no better looking than you walking arm and arm with decent looking chicks. There is something they have, and you don't, but maybe it is something they have that you don't...or maybe just something they know that you don't. "Yeah, bro, it would be great if you could give me some seduction tips."

James smiles broadly and returns to his seat, pushing the chair out and splaying confidently and showing off his bulge. "So, give me your best shot. Pretend I'm a chick you want to pick up."

All your blood rushes to your face as you feel the usual insecurity and preemptive shame at your eventual rejection rise up in you. The molly cuts the edge and offers a virtual security blanket as your skin tingles with warmth, but it can't replace your bone deep fear of failure. You finally manage to muster the courage to slowly rise and walk over to your brother, unable to meet his eyes as you murmur, "So, can I uhm you know, hi?"

James takes your chin in his hand and gently lifts your head to meet his gaze. You feel so small with your chin resting in his palm, like he could crush your skull by closing his fist. You don't know why, but for some reason that thought makes you feel extra tingly. After spending what feels like hours getting lost in his eyes, he breaks the silence, "Bro, come on. You know ladies respond to confidence. You can always fake it until you make it."

He still has your head in his hand and you feel your spine melting under your full body blush. It's just so hard to fake confidence when you are face to face with this monolith of manhood. If James is a man, what does that make you? Can you really, honestly consider yourself in the same category as this uberstud? At best you are a boy, but maybe that is enough to start. You let your 'security blanket' comfort you, it's warmth and want for touch giving you a false bravado as you mumble, "Hey, bro, you come here often?"

James lets you go as he lets out a booming belly laugh. It reveberates through the room and inside your skull making you feel small and stupid. He finally stops laughing long enough to wipe away a tear and apologize, "Sorry. HA HAH sorry. It's just, that's the corniest line in the book...and you are going to meet most chicks at school, so it doesn't even make sense. Also, most women hate it when you call them 'bro' in my experience."

You cringe and crumple, your somatic security blanket doing little to comfort you. You feel even less equipped to seduce a girl than you did before you began. You go back to your seat and slump down, defeated. "This isn't going to work, bro. I don't even know where to start, and there's no way I can begin to imagine you as a chick."

"Ha! You got me there. Damn, this is a tough one..." James' brow wrinkles as he ponders the problem, then he SLAMS his hand on the table, making you yelp and jump before continuing, "Man, if you could just see me with a chick it would be so much easier. Hell, if you were a girl, I could show you exactly what to do."

You are feeling foggy and way more open to suggestion, but this is more than you expected. Can he really be suggesting what you think he is? "You want me to be the girl? Like dress up like sis so you can show me how to seduce her?"

Your big brother seems genuinely gobsmacked by your idea, and you immediately regret bringing it up. He must sense your chagrin, because he reaches over and places a hand on yours. "That's actually a really good idea. Why don't you head up to her room and get dressed and then I can show you my moves?" Your hand practically glows under his and you find yourself looking forward to more 'hands on' instruction.

You race up stairs, worried you will chicken out if you stop to think about this for a second. Once you get to Emma's room, you start with her soiled panties panties, groaning as you feel the silky fabric kiss your cock and squeeze your ass. Getting into the spirit, you dig through her closet like a kid in a candy store. You add a water bra and stuff it with panties, which feel so silky soft against your puffy nipples that sweltering shivers run up and down your spine. You slide fishnets up your smooth legs, swooning with how sexy it feels clinging tightly to your lithesome limbs. You put on a pleated pink rubber skirt so short, that it could almost pass for a belt. You put on pink letterman's jacket that cuts off at the midriff and reads 'SLUT' on the back.

As a finishing touch, you apply red shiny lipstick and pull my hair into pigtails and check yourself out in the mirror. Maybe it's the ****, but you would totally bang the slut looking back at you. You look like a slightly smaller version of Emma. Well, not every which way smaller. Remembering what James said about his preferences you turn around and look over your shoulder. Sure enough, you've got a plumper, prettier ass than your twin sister. So, feeling perversely proud, you head downstairs to get your big brother's reaction.