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"I know where things fucking go!" I hissed, looking over my shoulder frantically to make sure my brothers weren't nearby. "I’ve been with women. I just... I haven't been with a virgin."
"A likely story," Nell hummed, putting a hand over her heart in theatrical sympathy. "Do you need a diagram, little bro?"
Little? I was bigger than the two of them put together.
"We can draw one on a napkin if you're nervous about the mechanics," said Addie.
"I made a mistake coming over here. Forget I said anything."
Nell reached out, her fingers catching the sleeve of my jacket with surprising strength. "Hey. Hold on. Sit down for a second. We're just busting your balls."
I hesitated, then sighed again and sank into the space between them on the velvet sofa, looking entirely too big for the furniture.
"Number one," Nell said, holding up a finger. "Gentleness. Pure, unadulterated gentleness. You are built like a brick wall, G-Man. To a girl her size, you are intimidating as hell. You need to strip away all that dominant Alpha weight. Take your time. Touch her as if she's precious, not as if you're trying to conquer her."
"Then B," Addie added, holding up two fingers. "Consent and communication. Ask her how she's doing. Constantly. Don't assume anything. Check on her every step of the way. Before you touch her, before you undress her, before you do anything. Ask her if she's okay, if it hurts, if she wants you to slow down or stop. Giving her control over her own body when she's been thrown into an arranged marriage is the greatest gift you can give her."
Nell held up one finger, which confused me because I thought we might have been on point four or D. "If she's a virgin, she might have a bush."
I slow blinked. But when I reopened my eyes, Nell's single finger was still raised and Addie was nodding.
"Good point. It's past bikini season, so she might not be as groomed as you'd like. Women are born bare but then they mature and get hair. Porn is screwing up young boys' perception of women's bodies."
"And number three," said Nell.
"Four, babe." Addie held up her fingers and counted. "Gentle, consent, bush. That's three."
"Four," Nell chimed in with a deadpan, entirely pragmatic nod.
It was actually five, but whatever.
"Lube," Nell said with all the gravity of being inside a church during mass. "Lots and lots of lube."
Addie nodded. "If you're packing anything like your brother, then she's going to thank you for it."
"I'm packing a few inches more than my brothers," I admitted.
Addie and Nell looked doubtful.
"We shared a bathroom until we were teenagers, so I know."
Addie and Nell looked to Rosalind.
"Oh, the poor girl," said Addie.
"Start with your fingers," said Nell.
"No, start with your tongue," interjected Addie.
"And no butt stuff for at least the first couple of months. Maybe wait until your first anniversary."
"You two sound like boys in the locker room." I looked between the two of them.
"Pfft," Nell scoffed. "Men do not give this level of detail."
"Or this clear instructions," Addie added.
They had a point, an overly detailed set of points. Gentleness. Constant check-ins. Patience. Lubricant. It sounded logical. Tactical, even.
