Words Of Lust

"No one told me, which is why I want to know. I overheard Lizzie and Katie talking in the change rooms. I wanted to smash their fucking faces in, but if it's true, confronting them about it won't get me anywhere."

"What did you hear?" Ian demanded.

"Katie was talking about who on the football team she would like to sleep with, and your name came up. Lizzie told her not to bother. She claimed the two of you hooked up after a game earlier this year, and when she went to blow you, she... and this is just me quoting her here... she said that all she found in your pants was a tiny prick the size of an Ikea pencil. Katie asked what she did, and she claimed to have laughed at you and walked out with your pants still around your ankles."

"Fucking bitch," Ian seethed.

"So is it true?"

"What's it to you anyway?"

"I hate that bitch, Ian. She makes life hell on the cheer team. She's snarky and manipulative, and I'd love nothing more than to bring her down. But more than that, you're my brother, and I know what it's like to be on the wrong end of rumor and innuendo and what it's like to be bullied. I didn't get these puppies overnight, remember?" She cupped her large tits to emphasize her point. "I used to be flat as a board, and I was like one of the last girls to develop. I was gangly and awkward, and being called a surfboard or an ironing board is pretty shit. I'd like nothing more than to smash that bitch's face in, but like I said before, if there's any truth to it, that won't work so well."

"I'm not showing you my dick, Ivy," Ian insisted. He knew what she'd been through. The bullying had been bad enough that her grades had plummeted, and their parents had had to get her psychological help. They'd ended up changing schools, and Ivy had been held back a year, so even though she was a year older than he was, they'd ended up in the same year level. He'd recently turned eighteen, while his older sister was already nineteen.

"Then just tell me. Surely if it was a decent size, you'd have told me by now."

"Fine, I've got a small dick! Happy?! Fuck you, Ivy!" Ian stormed off, all but ran to his room, and slammed it so hard Ivy thought the whole house had shaken.

Ivy knew better than to go after him. It would take time for him to work through the anger to a point he'd be approachable again, and given the sensitivity of the topic, it could be days. Music soon blasted from his room, another sign that his room wasn't a safe place for her right now. She retreated to her own room, thinking about how she could have approached the situation better. Maybe just demanding it like she had hadn't been the best idea, but she was genuinely angry with Lizzie and Katie. They really were a couple of bitches. But if Ian was truly small, she couldn't confront them over the issue. She'd have to be underhanded and sneaky if she could come up with such a plan.

It was two days before Ivy dared to approach Ian again. She went to him in his room like a supplicant.

"Can we please talk?" she asked when he looked up and moved his headphones away so he could hear.

"Sure."

"I'm sorry about, well, you know... my approach the other day," she offered as an opening. Unlike her previous, less than thoughtful approach, she'd given long thought to how to approach this conversation.

"It's okay, but it was pretty shocking."

"Yeah, I can see that. But I really do just want to help."

"Yeah, but you can't, can you? It's alright for you; you were late developing and all, but then you went and got, like, epic-sized tits and this amazing body, and... and now you're a goddess. I've busted my ass in the gym, and I'm on the football team and all, but, well, there's not much I can do about the size of my dick, is there? It doesn't matter how tight my abs are or how impressive my biceps are if a girl decides my dick is too small."

"Is it really that bad?" Ivy asked, choosing not to respond to his description of her being a goddess but happily filing it away in her memory banks.

"It's bad enough," Ian said. "Bad enough that if Lizzie and Katie go on about it, I'll probably never get another date until I get out of this town. I mean, you know exactly what they're like. Even if I found someone who didn't mind, they'd probably ostracize her just for dating me, and then that would end too."

"That's like the worst-case scenario though, Ian," Ivy offered.

"But entirely realistic." Ivy knew it was, but she didn't voice that opinion.

"So look, as well as being sorry about how I approached you, I've been thinking about how we might change things, too. Maybe build yourself a new reputation to offset your... um, challenges."

"Really," he said flatly, as if he didn't believe her. It wasn't a question; it was just a statement.

"Yeah, we need to reinvent you. Imagine if girls began going on about how you gave them the most epic orgasms ever. I doubt they'd care about the size of your dick if that experience was on offer."

"Yeah, sure, only I have no idea how that would ever happen."

"Cunnilingus."

"Cunning what?"

"Oh my god, you can't be serious," Ivy laughed. "Cunnilingus, aka eating pussy, licking the slit, lip service?"

"Alright already. I get it; I just wasn't expecting it and didn't think that was what you said!"

"Well, that's going to be my new go-to," Ivy laughed. ". If we can turn you into the ultimate pussy eater, a wordsmith, shall we say, then maybe we can also transform your reputation. I know a couple of girls who value a good orgasm enough not to worry about how they get it. Hell, some of them even give them to each other!"

"As good as that sounds, how the hell am I supposed to become a pussy-eating expert?"

"Nope, not a pussy-eating expert. Think branding. You're to become a wordsmith," Ivy corrected him. "Has a certain flair, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess it does."

"I'm not sure. Give me some time to think about it. I need to talk to some people."

"You can't tell them about... you know, my dick," Ian insisted.

"You'll need to show me, then."

"What?"

"If you don't want me to talk about it, you need to show me."

"That makes no fucking sense, Ivy," he objected.

"Yeah, but if I don't see it now, I'll die of curiosity."

"You're actually serious?"

"Uh-huh."

"How about when you do come up with some tangible plan for this wordsmiththing, I then show you my cock?"

"Nope, now or never," Ivy insisted. "You do know I love you, right? Even if it's half an inch, I'll never use it against you."

"You're a freak, Ivy," Ian accused, but mildly, shaking his head. "I can't believe I'm even considering doing this."

Ivy grinned at him as he stood up from his bed and released the fastenings of his jeans. He pushed both his jeans and boxers down to stand before his sister with his small cock sticking out. He couldn't help but blush as she moved close and sat on the side of his bed for a closer inspection.

"Can you get it hard for me?" she asked.

"What? That wasn't the deal!"

"Yeah, but like, I want to see what we're working with here."

"It doesn't just get hard like that, you know," Ian protested, even as he sensed himself starting to respond to having his cock out in front of his sexy sister.

"Hmm, does this help?" Ivy asked and leaned in as if she were going to take him in her mouth. Ian watched her in shock, and his cock did indeed spring to life. She came close enough to him that he could feel her warm breath on the head of his dick, but with a giggle, she sat back.

"God, Ivy!"

"Well, it worked," was all she offered. "So... you are small, but it's not the end of the world, Ian. At least it's a nice-looking cock. Small but perfectly formed, I'd say."

Ian quickly bent and grabbed his pants, pulling them back on.

"You'd better be able to help," he grumbled, making it clear it was time for Ivy to vacate his room.

Ivy left, going to her own room to ponder the challenge of how to get one of her friends to teach Ian to be the best pussy eater there was.

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"So Annie, I've got something kind of odd to ask you," Ivy said to her friend as they walked home from school together later that week.

"Why does that intro strike fear in my heart?" Annie asked with a laugh. "What's so odd?"

"Would you please teach my brother how to eat pussy?" Ivy just blurted out.

"The fuck? You know I'm a lesbian, Ivy, why the fuck would you ask me that?"

"To get back at Lizzie and Katie."

"Okay, there seriously has to be more to this. There's no way that makes any sense."