Chapter 2

Matt had always disliked the term 'geek', but he had to admit that it fit him. Oh, not the acne and horn-rimmed glasses and pocket protectors of the movie nerds. He had been blessed with better than average looks and enough athletic ability to be a tough competitor at the recreational level. If being a geek meant being totally absorbed in technology to the frequent exclusion of other normal human activity, that was Matt Conroy.

As the youngest of three children in a family that he would argue was the best in the world, his geekiness had every chance to develop. Since both of his older siblings were female and rather doted on him, it was easy for him to become tightly focused. Everything else in his life was taken care of, so there were few distractions.

Most late twentieth-century males are fascinated with electronics to some degree. With Matt, it qualified as a passion. When he was six, his father got him a 'Learn About Electronics' kit designed for ten-year-olds, over his mother's passionate and fearful objections. From that day on, they might as well have cleaned out his toy box of everything else.

All through his public school days, studying, playing sports, and even dating were momentary distractions from his real love. The studying was ridiculously easy, so that was not much of a distraction at all. Like his whole family, he was a gregarious person, so sports was a great way to interact with friends and acquaintances. He was a faithful, enthusiastic team member, and during a game was one of the few times when his gadgets were completely out of his mind.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said of dating. He was unquestionably hetero, and as fascinated with females as the next teen. It was just that he only encountered one that could steal significant amounts of time from his constant projects.

The father of one of his junior high buddies owned an electronics sales and repair business. Long before the legal age of employment, Matt was diagnosing tough problems for his buddy's dad. His contributions were so crucial to the business that the owner arranged with Matt's father to have compensation money put into a trust fund. Matt felt a great deal of loyalty to the man, and worked for him all through school, even though the tasks became rather mundane for him.

What really tripped Matt's trigger was new technology: what it could do and how it could be integrated with what he already knew. His Dad allowed some of the money to be diverted to the purchase of new gadgets. When he reached sixteen, the two of them traveled to the West Coast to attend a major trade show that showcased new components. Every other person there was a scientist or engineer from a major technology firm. Matt made a name for himself with the discussions he had at many of the displays. More than one vendor was shocked by what the boy showed them that their components could do.

A solid stream of jaw-dropping gadgets emerged from the basement area that became Matt's workshop. Many of them had no obvious practical use, but they were almost always new and unique. His interests ranged from all kinds of sensors to sound and particularly to the emerging digital imaging field.

Though unquestionably qualifying as a geek, Matt's family had always made sure he was as well-rounded as possible, given his consuming passion.

Joyce Conroy, Matt's mother, was a stately woman whose earthy side always surprised people until they got to know her. Matt could not remember a time when his parents did not embarrass him with their flirting and sexual horseplay. It was never a secret when they headed to the master bedroom for a passionate session, and the goings-on behind the door were quite obvious as well. His expectations of marriage were shaped by the unrestrained affection and adoration that his parents openly displayed.

Matt's older sister Mel (for Melanie) was six years ahead of him. One thing Matt really appreciated about Mel was that she had stopped thinking of him as a kid very early. If Joyce had known some of the flirting and sexual innuendo that went on between the two, it might have been too much even for her. Mel really did think Matt was sexy. Part of it, though, was that she figured it might be the only education he got on sexual matters. She was well aware of how mono-maniacal he was.

Truth be told, Mel loved the job of educating her brother. By the time Matt entered high school, Mel was working on her degree at a top business school. Too career-oriented for any long-term relationships, she was also unimpressed with the ability of the typical collegiate male to treat a date properly. Gently but constantly, she taught Matt. It helped that their father treated his wife and daughters wonderfully, so Matt had both a good role model and a determined tutor.

Mel looked the part of the rising female executive. Tall and lean, she did her hair in the predictable way and dressed in uniform. To Matt, however, that was all for show. Acknowledging that she was not strikingly beautiful, he still thought she had a very strong sex appeal. Thinking that about his sister bothered him not in the least. No harm would ever come of it. Mel knew what he thought about her and could not have been happier.

Geri (Geraldine) was two years older than Matt. A younger brother that close was generally considered a pest and a nuisance to a girl, and that was true when Geri was in high school. Because Matt always seemed to be driven more by gadgets and less by hormones than most boys, though, the brother/sister friction was pretty mild. By the time she went to college, the two started to become true friends.

Except for height, Geri had more of everything than Mel. Not quite qualifying as voluptuous, and like Mel not truly beautiful, she had some parts that always made male eyes snap.

While Joyce, Mel, and Geri typically used 'soft' ways to teach and influence their young prodigy, Emmett went man to man with his son from his earliest years. If he thought Matt's life was unbalanced, he would present very logical explanations of why that was bad. Then, he would join Matt in some sporting or recreational activity. He even learned to play video and computer games.

It was Mel who had the greatest influence on Matt's sexual development. In some ways, she was like a second mother, but early on she established that she was the one with whom he could talk about things he would never reveal to either parent.

Manners were always enforced around the house, but Mel took a much stronger approach starting when she was still in high school and Matt was in elementary school. On numerous occasions she took Matt out to eat, or rather had him pretend to take her out. That was at an age when he still could not see why he would ever want to take a girl on a date, but Mel was undeterred. On all the little niceties like opening doors, holding chairs, giving an arm, following through narrow places, and even ordering, she insisted that he do it right.

Hard as it was on an eleven or twelve year old, Matt had seen the social graces demonstrated at home his whole life, so it was not like training a savage. He adored his big sister and was not inclined to rebel.

The summer after graduating from high school, Mel made a major project of Matt's sex education, considering twelve the latest age for such an introduction. Their family's standards, and her own, forbad hands-on teaching, although she had to admit she would have enjoyed it. There was still plenty she could do to help her kid brother become a well-adjusted man.

One of her main objectives was to prevent Matt from learning everything from his contemporaries. What he would get from them would be of questionable accuracy and would be completely lacking in consideration of the female point of view. From her own dating, she knew how much difference a little sensitivity made in the quality of her dates.

On a walk around the neighborhood, something they did quite often, she dove right in. "So, Matt, do you jerk off every day, now?"

Predictably, he was so stunned that he forgot how to walk. "God, Mel! I can't talk to you about that!"

"Oh? Who do you talk to about it? Dad? Mom?"

"Surrre! I give Mom a blow-by-blow every morning at breakfast." Sarcasm was so much a part of their normal interaction that even his shock did not keep him from it.

"OK, then who?"

"That's private stuff. I don't talk about it."

"Not even to your buddies?"

"Well... maybe a little."

"Look, how much do those guys know about girls?" she asked him.

"Not a whole lot. No more than I do... probably less. At least I know... I mean I've seen... Are you just trying to embarrass me?"

"No. What I'm trying to do is keep you from being embarrassed someday with a girl." Taking his hand, she went on "I love you, Little Brother, and I'd like to think we can talk about anything. Wouldn't you like someone you could talk to about girls and sex and stuff?"

"Yeah, but you're a girl, and..."

"And who knows more about how girls think and feel?"

Now she was appealing to his logical side, something that seldom failed with him. He knew she had a point, it was just the natural shyness of a barely pubescent male that held him back.

"Back to my question," Mel broke in. "I do it pretty much every day, do you?"

"You what? How do... you don't..."

"I can see your sex ed class was lacking a lot," she mused. "Of course I don't have a penis and I don't squirt sperm, but girls very definitely have orgasms."

That intrigued him, and for the next several minutes, they compared and contrasted male and female orgasms, to his open astonishment. "Hey," she said suddenly, "I just assumed you've got some hair and you can shoot and everything. Was I wrong?"

"N... no. I can. Yeah, I do it at least once a day."

"Good. Oh, I see you're going to have to do it when we get home, huh?"

"MEL!!"

"If I'm going to be your real buddy, you're going to have to get used to me seeing it sticking out. For a few years, it's going to be a huge problem for you - lots of embarrassment. I want you to promise me right now that you're not going go get all upset when you get hard in front of me. We're going to talk about a lot of stuff that will make you hard. Is it a deal?"

He could only make a gurgling sound in reply. She stopped walking, took him by the shoulders, and turned him to face her. Then, she pointedly stared right at his protrusion. "Deal?" she asked again.

"I... I'll try."

"Good. It will get easier with time, I promise. Hey, how long is it now?"

"What??" He was sure she was purposely trying to shock him.

"Don't try to tell me you haven't measured it." That produced another strangled moan. She never let up the pressure for their whole walk.

Later that evening, she waited until she heard Matt's shower turn off, then walked in on him as he was drying off. "Gotta pee!" she exclaimed, then lifted her sleeping Tee and pushed her panties down, giving him a good view before she sat down. Naturally, his eyes bugged out and his penis sprang upright. Face as red as could be, he held the towel in front of his erection.

"OK, bro', drop the towel and let me see it."

"But it's... it's..."

"It's hard. God, I should hope so. Look, we're not going to go around flashing each other or anything, but I really want to see what kind of a man you're turning into. Please! You saw mine, now show me yours."

"But you're not hard!"

"The hell I'm not!" With that, she whipped off her Tee, her nipples verifying her claim of arousal. He had no choice but to drop his towel and display his raging erection. "Hey, Bro', that looks great. A few years and you're going to have the girls all over you."

That little show and tell interlude was repeated only once, at the end of the summer. Otherwise, the siblings were quite proper in each other's presence. Proper, that is, except for the openness of their conversation and the frequent hardons that she seemed to enjoy producing.

Mel's teaching was not constant. Most of their time together was spent as friendly brother and sister. The teaching times, though, were snuck in whenever something happened that raised a question.

Just before Mel left for college, Joyce had a little talk with her. "You haven't done anything inappropriate with Matt, have you?"

"I thought you must have known what was going on, Mom. No, I haven't. We have not touched each other at all. Well, unless you count his hardon sticking me while we hugged. Or my nips drilling into him."

"MEL!!" Then they fell laughing into a hug. "OK, how about seeing?"

"Just a few times. I though it was important."

"Oh, I trust you. I just had to know. He's so lucky to have a big sister that cares as much as you do. You know, I really couldn't do that stuff."

"No, you probably couldn't. You, uh, could be a lot less secretive about your goodies, though."

"Huh?" Joyce was not expecting that.

"Look, Matt is going to be a really sweet man, just like Dad. Why not get him feeling comfortable with some braless tits, occasional underwear peeks, a towel wrap once in a while, or a see-through nightie with no robe. And why don't you get a thong bikini for that nice ass of yours, at least in our own pool?"

Joyce gulped, but thought about what her daughter had said. "Is... is skinny-dipping the next step?"

"Wouldn't bother me," Mel assured her, "as long as it includes Dad. Do you have any idea how frustrated I have been for all these years?" That brought another round of laughter.

Geri figured out what Mel was doing with Matt, and it created a bit of a rift between the sisters. Joyce spent several long conversations with her younger daughter before things smoothed out. Geri was definitely not inclined to participate in Matt's education, however.

Mel's project for Matt her first summer home from college was dancing. First, though, she needed a growth check, and she was more straightforward that time. Waiting for a chance when she and Matt were the only ones home, she walked in naked and waited for him to leave the shower.

Dancing was very low on Matt's list of preferred activities, but Mel shrugged off his objections. She did spend a lot of time explaining how girls felt about dancing. It was a common tactic for her, stressing the female point of view. He had already heard it a hundred times: "Now, don't worry about understanding it. Just know that it's how we feel."

To his frequent objections that something did not make sense, she repeatedly told him: "Of course it doesn't make sense - to a geek. A girl doesn't worry about making sense. It's how she feels that counts." The 'geek' term was used freely between them, just because she knew it was something he would have to live with from his classmates. Having her use it lovingly should take away a lot of the sting.

"The thing is," she once explained, "both you and the girls your age are big bags of hormones. I'm really no different myself. If one of you doesn't use a little brain power once in a while, think of the mess that could happen. Don't depend on the girl for the thinking, OK?" This from a super-intelligent, highly motivated young woman. Definitely not prevailing feminist doctrine, but she was concerned about her brother, not about political correctness.

By Independence Day, Matt was becoming very fond of dancing. The fact that his sister did not shun the slow dances helped a lot. Also the fact that she taught him every kind of hold, including rhythmic dry-humping. It took a while for him to believe that poking her in the belly was OK. He was totally surprised and greatly relieved when the frequency of his hardons while dancing went down. For her part, she tried mightily to find new ways to make him stiffen, and was proud of him for the control he was showing.

The high school was four years, so Matt was preparing to enter as a freshman when Mel came home for her second summer. She was determined that her brother was not going to be a wallflower. Because of his brains and his electronics passion, the geek label could not be avoided. If he could be in demand as a dance partner, it would help his social standing a great deal. Since most of the boys his age hung steadfastly to the wall at school dances, he would have an open field.

Mel started as soon as she got home. The summer before, he had learned the mechanics, now she would try to get him to let go and show some flair. He was really pretty good, especially for his age. But letting loose with a girl would be a real challenge.

First, she enlisted Joyce, just so he would have a different partner. It was a long, tough discussion, but she got her mother to agree to slow dance close, and if he got hard to reassure him that it was OK and stick with it. Joyce was not at all sure if that was proper, but had to acknowledge how much good Mel had done for the boy. The funny thing was that after her first session with Matt, Joyce hauled Emmett off to dancing lessons.

Geri was the next likely test partner, but that was a very hard sell. Mel did not even bother talking about Matt's possible hardon. When Geri discovered that he danced at least as well any partner she had had, she actually let herself have some fun. However, she sternly instructed him not to try to dance with her at any school event.

Throughout the summer, whenever one of Mel's or Geri's friends would stop in, she would draft them to dance with Matt. Geri was mystified at why her friends did not seem at all reluctant. Mel's friends all jumped at the chance. She had drilled him endlessly on how to ask for a dance, how to lead the girl to the floor, and what to do when the dance was over.

As in most school districts, there was an honors track starting in the seventh grade. One of the others in that group was Chelsea, who lived about a mile from the Conroys. She was a brilliant, vivacious teen with a gorgeous face who had never lost her baby fat. A little beyond voluptuous, depending on which century's artists were making the judgment, she was overweight enough that even her impressive mammaries did not get the guys drooling over her.

Chelsea and Matt had been classmates and competitors for class standing. They had also become very good friends. Her quick wit, quick and biting tongue, and sunny attitude was much like his sisters', and he was very comfortable with her. He was the only boy who never teased her about her size, and that made her comfortable with him. They frequently studied together, spending much time bantering about who would score highest on the next test.

She knew of his passion for electronics and was not demanding of his time, since her own passion was music, just as time-consuming. On the first day of high school, Chelsea and Matt found themselves in honors classes together once again. When the speaker system announced the welcome mixer dance, Matt asked Chelsea if she was going. For the first time showing some self-consciousness, she told him no.

"I wish you would go. I'd like to dance with you," he told her, having no real clue to the impact of that statement. She came to the dance, and he asked her for the very first one. Several dances and several partners later, he did not think she had danced with anyone else, and he asked her again. In all, he danced with her five or six times. As musical as she was, she was a natural. Unfortunately, none of the other boys were impressed by that - more like intimidated.

Their friendship did not seem to change much after that dance. They still studied together a lot and they were both consumed with their own interests. The school held a lot of dances, though, and soon they developed a bit of a reputation as a dance couple. On his own, Matt also developed a reputation. Most girls long to dance with a good partner, and by the third event, he was even asking some of the older girls. He was never refused.

As he held each of his different partners in varying degrees of closeness, Matt was continually grateful for his sister's loving tutelage. He felt surprisingly confident, and was able to talk with the girls in a relaxed manner.

At the third dance, he was doing his second straight slow song with Chelsea and holding her close when he hardened. Amazingly, it was the first time it had happened to him, again, thanks to Mel. He quickly pulled his hips back, but she had already noticed.

"Is... is... is that?..."

"Yeah, sorry." Dealing with his problem openly with Mel so many times prevented him from the shame and panic he might have felt.

"But... but why?" As she asked, she lowered her hand and pulled him back close, embedding his rod in the softness of her belly.

"Chelsea, holding a beautiful girl close has that effect on guy."

"Beautiful? But we're... I mean, you're like a friend."

"And I sometimes get hard dancing with my sister, too," he explained, more than a little distracted by his hardness moving back and forth against her as they swayed. "Guys can't help it."

She stared at him, mouth half open for a moment, then laid her head on his chest for the first time. Even with all of Mel's preparation, that surprised him.

After that song ended, they went to sit down. "Chelsea, you don't seem to dance with anyone else," he commented.

"That's cause you're the only one who asks," she retorted.

"So, why don't you ask some guys?"

Looking down at the table, she made he first ever reference to her weight, at least that he could remember. "Why would they want to dance with a fat girl?"

"Because she really is beautiful, she dances like a pro, and she feels wonderful to hold."

"But all the neat guys have girlfriends already.