"It's sorta like jacking him off, only you use your mouth."

"That doesn't tell me much," Marci had complained. "I don't know anything about jacking off either."

"Why don't you get Kirk to teach you," Joyce had suggested, referring to Marci's older brother.

Now, riding home next to her big brother in the car, Marci suddenly wondered if he might let her mess around with his prick.

That night when her father drove in to attend the evening services at the church, Marci plopped herself out on a deeply cushioned chair in the living room, her shapely young legs spread out in front of her. Thinking about the exciting conversation with Joyce this afternoon, her finger was absently tracing tiny circles around her navel that was deliciously exposed between her cut-offs and the halter that covered her firm young breasts. Sitting there with a dreamy expression in her eyes, she was a picture of innocent beauty, but her hot little pussy was burning with passion.

She was acutely aware of her brother sitting across the room, intently reading a sports magazine. Kirk's biggest interest was athletics, and next fall, as a senior, he would be captain of the high school football team. Looking at her handsome brother, Marci could understand why Joyce had suggested him as her teacher. Staring over at Kirk, she suddenly wondered if he would let her jack him off. He'd always treated her as his pesky little sister, but maybe she could change his mind this evening.

As the burning between her legs increased, Marci walked across the room and sat down on the floor in front of him.

"Kirk," she said when he paid no attention to her.

"Bug off, Sis," he muttered, not taking his eyes away from the magazine. "I'm trying to read."

"Kirk," she continued after a few moments of silence. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I do," he said, looking at her for the first time. "Why do you ask such a dumb question?"