Chapter 4 Brother talk

Rated M for sex talk and well some language

Disclaimer I don't own South Park at all

Kyles P.O.V

Karen had just woken up from a near comatose situation but lucky for us she woke up before she had any issues. So here I was with Bebe, Wendy, Stan, Kenny, and Ike trying to give answers to Karen's many questions.
"So I was stabbed and then kicked a few times before Nichole saved my life? But where is my savior? And is Amy ok?" Karen rambled from shock.
"I'm sorry but Amy didn't make it… her injuries were too severe. Were you two close to each other?" Stan asked.
"No, I hardly knew her but her parents probably don't care… they are worse than my parents." Karen muttered in gloom. Kenny then put his hand over his little sister's.
"Actually, Mom and Dad got there shit together after you got hurt. They went to rehab and they have three months left to go." He explained and Karen looked at him with glistening eyes.
"Really?" She whispered and hugged his hand.
"Yes." Kenny smiled. "They're doing progress. Kevin is flying up there with Shelly."
"With Shelly?" It slipped out of me.
"Uh, yes?" Kenny gave me a sardonic look.
"They're dating or something?" I asked, to which Kenny and Stan immediately groaned simultaneously.
"Dude, they're married since two years." Stan said.
"Oh… So when you guys said brother you meant-"
"Yes, he's my brother -in-law." Stan tiredly cut me off with.
Ike had been having trouble to keep a straight face and when a tear suddenly rolled down his cheek he wiped it away and turned to leave the room. Karen turned whispering something to Kenny and I decided to head after my brother. I found he had stopped right outside the room, leaning against the wall in the corridor. I closed the door and walked up to him.
"Are you all right?" It was a silly question but I had to open up with something. Ike turned to face me and I saw he was fighting more tears that made his eyes red.
"I thought I lost my best friend and…" He paused to drag some air through his nose and wipe away another luring tear. "I don't know… I was just scared of what I would do without her."

"You're in love, man." I said with a compassionate smile. Ike met my eyes with amazement, like I just had seen through him. He snorted again, shoved his hands down his pockets and gave a shrug.
"I wanted to be her first." He said with an eased-up smile, causing me to chuckle with him.
"Oh, well I hope you know what you're doing." I said and leaned with my back against the wall beside him. His hesitating gaze went to the floor.
"Not really."
I gave an exaggerated sigh.
"You're kidding, dad is out of town on a lawsuit so don't tell me I have to give you the talk?" I exclaimed with a hint of playfulness. Ike shrugged again and looked at me for an answer. "Ok, how much do you know?" I asked folding my arms.
"Nothing. We haven't had Sex Ed or anything like that." Ike answered. He left me a bit puzzled since I thought he already had been up to some mischievous business in kindergarten. Either he must have repressed it or been brainwashed by the forget rays of Nickelodeon.
"Well, when a man loves a woman… or when they're really drunk they get comfortable by shedding their cloths and the male that's you puts his penis in the girl's vagina." I said with a humoring voice, like a lame sex educator would.
"Very funny, I know that part." Ike muttered apathetically and I chuckled at him.
"Alright, let's talk in the waiting room." I put a hand on his shoulder and led him away.

Several minutes later

"So you can see why you should never have kids until you are old and responsible enough." I summarized my speech with.
"Interesting. But right now I could better use some advice about how to make Karen know I love her." Ike calmly said, sometimes he definitely beats me in sounding mature.
I felt a bit silly by the way I just went on about contraceptives, shared custody and stuff that Ike probably wouldn't be handling for many years to come. I just wanted to give him a better speech than my parents did when I was nine, although it was funny in retro perspective. And even though my parents may not be the best with the talk I didn't want him to be educated by Back Door Sluts 9 either.
"Just ask her out American style with dinner and movie." I suggested. "I heard that new Ben Affleck movie is out." I said with a sneer and Ike gave me a glare. He thinks Affleck sucks ass as an actor but I'd say he's a good director. "Or maybe that new film with the apes." I added.

"Hmm yeah she liked the first one maybe she will love this one" Ike stated pensively. I found it cute he mentioned that fact about Karen, I knew myself it's impossible to stop dropping information about the person you love.
"All right, just remember, only you and her. And be patient cause I know you have urges." I added with a sneer. Ike rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"Come on, who doesn't?" He exclaimed and I nodded. He doesn't know about Bebe and me but she instantly came to my mind at his words, and she did so naked. It was hard being patient with that girl.
"True that. But keep your pants on till she's ready." Then I leaned in slightly speaking with a lower voice. "And wait until Kenny's out of the house, he's very protective and he knows how to fight."

When we returned to the room later I excused myself again to have a word alone with Kenny. I took him to the same spot outside the room Ike and I had just been standing.
"Just so you know, my brother will ask out your sister. I think he really likes her." I explained and Kenny got a look of distress, making me first think he was going to tell me to keep Ike away from her.
"Damnit, Karen likes him too but she's too young for a boyfriend. Plus our parents will be gone for a while now. I may have told her they're doing better but I know they'll fuck up again. God I'm going to have to raise her till she's a junior." Kenny shook his head and looked away with knitted eyebrows. I searched for comforting words but thankfully he continued with a different matter as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "Anyway, there's not much to do about that. There's something however I wanted to tell you. And I don't want to be all dramatic about so I'm just going to blurt it out."
"What's that?" I asked. Kenny looked down with a weird face and then looked up too me with tears I his eyes. "That I'm gay." Kenny quickly said. He used a tone that could possibly not be honest so I chuckled.

"Good one, you almost had me there." I sneered but he didn't respond to it, but merely stared at me. Then I could feel myself freezing. "Because that is a joke right?" Kenny snorted and cocked an eyebrow.
"Since when do I tell lame jokes like that?" Then his eyes wandered to someone passing by, it was one of the nurses I'd seen walking around. She had natural blond hair in a half ponytail and right when you gave her a look you immediately got caught by the stunning almond-shaped eyes. And she gave us a look back when approaching.
"Hi, Kenny." She smiled a little sultry.
"HELLOOO NURSE!" Kenny saluted making his best Animaniacs reference. She giggled slightly and we watched her walk away. It's rare with a girl who can look hot in scrubs. When she was out of reach Kenny turned to me. "We fucked once."
"Now see, that's EXACTLY why I find your confession hard to believe." I sighed. Kenny sighed and looked at the ceiling as if the words he searched were taped there.
"Well, sure girls are hot and I can get hard with them. But I keep thinking about guys when… you know…" He paused and waved his hand in a circle. Fapping?"
"Yeah… but even when… never mind." He shook his head. "I recently kissed another guy and it just felt awesome, I just wanted it to keep going." He frowned a bit while explaining but landed in a half-smile.
"Doesn't that make you bi?" I suggested. Kenny shrugged slowly and made a grimace.
"I guess. It's just that I've been into guys a lot lately."
We stood silent for a moment before I dropped the question.
"Is there someone special who made you realize it?"
"Well… yeah, there is. But since I'm still partly in denial myself, I don't want to admit it to anyone. So sorry, you must be kept in the dark till further notice." Kenny smugly stated with a smirk.

After we left the hospital I went back with Stan to his house. To my amuse I discovered he had left an issue of Juggs on the coffee table. I picked it up and waved it for him.
"Are you done with this?" I said and Stan turned around on his way to the kitchen, instantly he recognized the cover and he launched at me.
"NO! Yasmine is mine, you'll ruin her." He snatched the mag out of my grip and clutched it to his chest.
"Aw come on dude, I'll warm her up for you." I slapped his back and headed into the kitchen. Stan ambled behind me and dropped the mag on the kitchen table before he started looking for something in the fridge. Since I had made my seat by the said table I reached for "Yasmine" and skimmed through it.
"Damn dude… can I use your bathroom?" I sneered at Stan who was looking back at me with bewildered eyes.
"No fucking way, get your own copy!" He slammed the refrigerator door shut with a can of Coke in each hand. "By the way, what did our girls say they would be doing tonight?" He said as he sat down and passed one of the cans to me. I shrugged
"The fuck do I know what girls do alone."

Back at the girls' house

Wendy and Bebe took some steam off by sitting sprawled out on the couch watching Babe's old DVD box of Sex and the City. They both considered it to be the best laughing medicine to forget about any troubles they had. One of many intimate scenes came on and it was difficult for both of them to keep away their blushing. Bebe however decided to break the ice.
"I would do nastier things with him, I bet he's huge." She snickered. Wendy kept blushing and was silent for a long moment before she answered.
"I will never have sex again, it hurt too much." Wendy finally dropped. Bebe was surprised by the turn she took on the conversation but she was intrigued since Wendy obviously wanted her to ask more about it.
"Honey, it was your first time. First is always the worst." Bebe cynically stated. "Don't worry, it only gets better from that." She gave her best friend a smile of compassion. But Wendy still seemed troubled in her pondering.
"How much practice do you think it takes before it gets good?" She carefully asked, avoiding eye contact. Bebe shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess it comes down to yourself, you have to listen to your own body and take notice when something feels good." Bebe explained in the best big sister voice she could manage, a voice she enjoyed to adapt with Wendy. Although Wendy was slightly more experienced with "that-one-time" on her list Bebe had older female cousins who'd taught her a lot of things through the years? Bebe liked to take in those things as the little sister, before she could pass the knowledge over to the innocent Wendy.
"Is there perhaps some better… position… one can use?" Wendy tried to sound objective but her blushed stuttering made it fall apart. Bebe played along however.
"Well, the best position is to be on top. You know, to ride him?" She said and Wendy finally dared to look at her, with an intrigued expression that allowed Bebe to continue. "That's when you can be in control and decide the pace… plus your hands are free to rub yourself." She added with a shrewd smile that scared Wendy's gaze away in a bashful giggle. "You should try it." Bebe shrugged after their giggling settled.
"I don't know. I'm not sure I could be on top." Wendy stated with a sigh looking down at her purple socks.
"There's nothing to it. Let me show you." Bebe dropped and Wendy looked at her in bafflement. "Just a demonstration… I know Stan would love it if you used it on him later." Bebe nonchalantly said and ran a hand through her blond bangs. As soon as she had mentioned Stan, Wendy took a second thought about the seemingly crazy suggestion.

"Well… okay." She mumbled and Bebe blossomed in a clever smile. She grabbed her friend's legs and pulled them toward herself so that Wendy was lying comfortable on her back, with some astonishment to her pretty face. Bebe climbed on top of her and straddled her hips.
"Now see, you're the guy." Bebe said and Wendy rolled her eyes.
"I know that!" She exclaimed and Bebe sniggered.
"Okay, now put your hands on my hips." She ordered however she did so by taking Wendy's hands and placing them on said place by herself. Wendy was too bemused to object. "And you can start out with rolling your hips like this." Bebe said in a smooth voice, and while still clutching Wendy's hands she began moving her upper body, causing a slow rhythmic dance on her friend's lap. Wendy watched and could not find the words to either encourage Bebe or drop this act with some sarcasm. The shamefully comfortable warmth they exchanged through their jeans was sufficient for her to choose the first option.
"Will I be able to kiss him?" She factually asked. Bebe snorted in a small smile.
"Of course, see…" She swept her blond hair behind her ears as she leaned in and gave Wendy a brief peck on her lips. Then she sat up straight again and kept beaming with a shrug. "No biggie."
"What if he wants tongue?" Wendy stated and her eyelids sunk slightly, Bebe was briefly surprised by the confidence taking over her student but she kept her act as a teacher.
"Then you just give him this." Bebe sultry said and leaned in once again. With her hair flung over the shoulder and supporting hands her on either side of Wendy's head she properly met her friend's lips and spread them open with her own, then sliding her tongue inside to caress Wendy's own. Bebe did it carefully since Wendy's tongue was slightly timid to take the same action. On her way out Bebe took a small suction at Wendy's bottom lip before she gave one final smooch, making them exchange the flavors of their chap sticks.

Suddenly she heard the familiar sound of an iPhone camera click.
When abruptly turning her head to the side she saw Wendy's held up phone, which had just captioned their kiss. Before she knew it Wendy exploded into laughter and shoved her off. Bebe tumbled in shock down to the floor beside the couch and Wendy sat curled up with the phone in her typing hands.
"What was that?!" Bebe exclaimed, adjusting her tousled bangs. Wendy kept typing for a second before looking up with a wicked smile.
"I lost a bet to Sally so I had to kiss you and send a picture of it to Stan."
"You bitch!" Bebe laughed and rose to grab a couch cushion and slam it into Wendy's defending arm. "You used me." Bebe muttered however still smiling and sunk with crossed arms down in her seat.
"Well, it was still all for Stan, wasn't it?" Wendy said putting down her phone and Bebe rolled her eyes.
"Yeah yeah, I was just surprised by the paparazzi moment." She said and pressed play on the DVD remote. Half a minute of watching passed before Wendy spoke.
"Thanks for the lesson anyway, I think Stan… and I will like it." She grinned, leaving out the sarcasm however and met eyes with Bebe. They exchanged a sneer before turning back to the screen.

BACK TO KYLE
Stan and I were watching some B-rated movie we'd selected out of half-drunk boredom. "Lesbian Vampire Killers" had sounded great at first but turned out to suck in the terms of plot (and hot fappable scenes). I was actually relieved when the attention was turned to something else when Stan piped up from the message he'd just received.
"Dude, check this out." Then he put the screen of his iPhone to my face. It showed a picture of two girls in a kiss… that I half a second later recognized as our girlfriends! My blond bombshell's stunning face was hovering above Wendy who through the kiss was glancing straight into the camera.
"Dude. That… is… hot!" I gaped and exchanged an agreeing look with Stan. "Text them and ask what they're up to. This movie sucks balls anyways."

END OF CHAPTER

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