The A-Z Of Sex (Complete)

Look At You With All The Boys

"Well last night was a bit embarrassing eh?" says Aaliyah as I walk into the kitchen wearing just a pair of grey tack pants and steal a slice of warm, buttery, toast from her plate "Hey!

"What were you so embarrassed by?" I ask as I take a seat next to her at the table and begin pouring myself a glass of orange juice

"Oh I don't know Shawn, maybe about walking into my home to find my brother making out with my best friend who had her dress pushed up around her waist and her ass on show just hours after heading out on a date with another guy"

She takes a bite of her toast and then eyes me suspiciously "It was just one of your 'sex lessons' right?"

"Of course" I say biting my newly acquired toast and looking everywhere but at my sisters face

"Good. Camila's special, she doesn't need your head fucks"

"I get it. Dick fucks yes, head fucks no" I dip my orange juice and try not to think about the situation I have got myself into

"So did she say how her date went?"

"She blew it. Acted too weird and nervous apparently"

"Oh no! Poor Camila, So was so excited" something twitches in my chest at the thought of Camila being excited for a date but I just ignore it and focus on my toast

"So she told you we had progressed the lessons to kissing?"

"No. Never mentioned it"

What the fuck?!

We made out in a public place and then I almost kissed her to death in an attempt to stop myself from fucking her to death and she hasn't said a word about it?

Not even to her best friend???

That makes me feel very fuckin uneasy

"Not one word?"

"Nope" She slurps her orange juice and either that or Camilas silence irritates the hell out of me

"I thought you girls talked about everything" I try to sound offhand but the irritation in my voice is clear even to me

"We do. We spoke about every single part of her relationship with Tyler but I guess kissing you is like sitting through an algebra lesson, it's a necessity but not something you want to talk about it after it ends"

What the actual fuck is this kid saying to me?!

Kissing me is like doing what?!

Algebra?!

I tap my toes hard onto the tiled kitchen floor and try to keep my temper tight in my chest,

"Okay, now you have fuckin homework"

"Hey! You aren't my teacher"

"No I'm worse than that, I'm your brother. I want feedback from Camila on our make out lessons and I want it ASAP"

"Why?!"

"Because I said so"

"No"

"Aaliyah..."

"After seeing what I did last night I'm traumatised, I don't want to think about It let alone talk about it"

"Tough. Shit. Little sister"

"You talk to her about it she's your student"

"No" I cross my arms over my chest as my stubbornness descends and then settles in

"And why not? Call it an appraisal or something but I'm not getting involved. No way, no how, not ever"

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