matt and chris sturniolo

matt wasn’t exactly shy, but he wasn’t as bold as his brother. he had an easy charm, the kind that made people comfortable, but when it came to certain things... he hesitated. you’d noticed it before—the way his gaze would drop when the topic of sex came up, or how he’d shift in his seat when his friends tossed crude jokes around. so when chris told you, in that casually smug tone of his, that matt had never pleasured a girl before, it made perfect sense. “it came up the other night,” chris had said, leaning against your counter like he was relaying gossip. “we were talkin’, and he admitted it. said he’s never even touched one like that. figured I could give him a hand.” his smirk had deepened at the choice of words, like he knew exactly where your mind would go. you’d tilted your head, pretending not to care as much as you did. “and what... you’re gonna give him a pep talk?” chris’s eyes had sharpened on you, reading you like he always did. “i was thinkin’ more of a demonstration.” it should’ve shocked you, but it didn’t—mostly because the thought of matt, uncertain and eager to learn, had been sitting in the back of your mind for months. you’d never said it outright, but chris had noticed. of course he had. he’d caught the way your eyes would linger on matt when the three of you hung out, following the little quirks in his expressions. he’d noticed the way your thighs would subtly press together whenever matt would stretch his arms above his head or lean too close to look at something on your phone. “you’ve been into him,” chris had said one night, no room for denial in his tone. “don’t bother arguing. i can see it. you look at him different. not like you look at me.” you’d rolled your eyes, heat curling low in your stomach. “and? you jealous?” chris had only grinned, leaning in close enough for his breath to brush your ear. “not at all. m’just sayin’... if m’gonna teach him, you’re the perfect example.” It wasn’t a hard sell. the way chris laid it out, it sounded almost... harmless. matt would watch. chris would explain. nothing more unless you wanted it. and the more you thought about it, the more you realized you did want it—the idea of matt seeing you like that, hearing the sounds he could pull from you, felt heady and reckless in a way you couldn’t resist. which is how you ended up here, sitting on the very edge of the bed, bottom half bare, the soft cotton of your tank top bunched up under your armpits. chris knelt between your parted thighs, his frame taking up the space in front of you with the same easy dominance he always carried. matt sat just to the side, knees on the floor, eyes fixed and unblinking as if committing every detail to memory. chris glanced at him, the corner of his mouth curving. “pay attention. lesson one’s important.” chris’s words seemed to make matt stiffen, his shoulders squaring as if he was trying to play it cool. but you could see it—the way his jaw worked, the faint pull of his bottom lip between his teeth, the slight fidget in his hands against his thighs. he was nervous. curious, but nervous. “relax,” chris told him without looking away from you. his hands settled on your knees, thumbs brushing in slow, grounding circles. “she’s not gonna bite.” he shot you a glance, smirk deepening. “unless you want her to.” matt exhaled a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but his gaze never left your body. you could feel the weight of it, heavier than you’d imagined—like he was trying to memorize every inch of you from this close. chris’s fingers slid upward, firm but unhurried, tracing the soft curve of your thighs until his palms cupped them. “first thing you gotta know,” he said, voice steady and deliberate, “is that you don’t jus’ dive in. you take your time. make her want it.” He leaned in, catching your chin with a hooked finger. “you want it, don’t you?” your voice caught, but you nodded, the answer enough for him. chris’s hand rose, two fingers pressing lightly against your lips. “gotta make sure she’s ready f’you—and sometimes, you can use her to get her ready too. open.” you parted your lips, letting his middle and ring finger slip past. the taste of him was faint but warm, and you swirled your tongue around them without thinking. chris’s eyes flicked to matt, making sure he was watching. “see that? don’t just stick ‘em in dry. give her a second. make it feel good first.” when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, they trailed down your chin, your neck, your stomach, until they dipped between your thighs. he didn’t hesitate, slipping inside you with a slow, deliberate push that made your back arch. “that’s it,” chris murmured, watching the way your lips parted around a quiet gasp. “let her feel you. not too fast at first.” his fingers curled slightly, dragging against a spot that had your breath stuttering. “sometimes slow works best... makes her crave more.” you could feel matt’s stare like heat against your skin, but you didn’t dare look at him—you knew what you’d see there. his breathing had changed, heavier now, like he was matching yours without meaning to. chris’s pace shifted, quicker now, his palm brushing against you with each thrust. “or, you speed it up when she’s ready for it.” your moans rose with his tempo, thighs twitching in instinct. when they started to close around his wrist, his free hand pressed them back apart. “aht, aht. don’t run from it.” he looked at matt again, voice smooth but edged with command. “you hear that? that little change in her voice? means she likes it faster. y’understanding?” matt’s nod was sharp, his eyes locked on where chris’s hand was working you open, watching the slick shine coat his brother’s skin. “yeah,” he said, voice lower than before, almost rough. chris smirked. “good. we’re not done yet.” chris adjusted his hand slightly, angling his fingers upward until they brushed against a spot deep inside that made your breath catch in your throat. “this right here,” he said, his tone slow and deliberate, “is where you’ll wreck her. s’not about how hard you go—s’about findin’ this and keepin’ her right there.” your body trembled at the steady, deliberate pressure, every drag of his fingertips sending jolts through your core. you couldn’t help the sounds leaving you, soft at first but growing sharper, higher, as he kept the exact same rhythm. matt shifted beside you, leaning in without realizing it. his breathing was heavier now, hands curled into loose fists against his thighs as though he didn’t trust himself to move them. his eyes flicked between your face and where chris’s hand disappeared between your legs. “how do you know when she’s y’know... close?” matt asked, voice low but cutting through the sound of your shaky exhales. chris didn’t miss a beat. “you’ll feel it,” he answered, fingers curling with a little more insistence. “she’ll get tighter around you—see how she’s squeezin’ me now?—and her hips will start chasing it. that’s when you keep her there until she falls apart.” your hips did shift toward him, chasing that friction he was giving so perfectly, your head tipping back against the mattress. chris’s smirk deepened, like your reaction was the punctuation to his point. then he pulled his hand back, just enough to make you whine. “think you’re ready to try?” he asked matt, tone casual, but his eyes glinting with challenge. matt froze. “you... wan’ me to—?” chris nodded once. “c’mere. start slow. she’s already worked up f’you.” you swallowed, heat flooding through you as matt hesitated for only a moment before moving closer. chris guided his wrist, the warmth of matt’s hand tentative as it rested against your thigh. “feel that?” chris murmured, pressing matt’s fingers lower until they brushed against your slick folds. matt’s breath stuttered audibly. “she’s warm, yeah? don’t be afraid of it. slide two fingers in, middle and ring.” matt did as he was told, his touch careful at first, pushing into you with a caution that made you shiver in a different way. chris stayed close, his palm resting lightly on the back of matt’s hand, adjusting the angle just enough to make you gasp. “there you go,” chris said, voice smooth with approval. “now curl ‘em up—good—right there. keep that pace. watch her face, listen to her. She’ll tell you without saying a word.” matt’s eyes darted up to you then, locking onto your expression, and something in his own seemed to shift—his jaw tightening, his fingers pressing just a little more firmly inside you. the nervousness was still there, but it was buried under something new, something darker. you let out a breathless moan, and chris chuckled under his breath. “lesson one complete.” His gaze flicked between you and matt. “think you’re ready for lesson two?”