So I noticed that there was an extreme lack of Niggy on this site- so here is my wonderful contribution. One shot. Nudge is around 16, and Iggy is like 18. Max and Fang are 19. Total lemons galore, don't like it, don't read it. But in case you do, enjoy!

Max and Fang. Fang and Max. It was all Nudge ever heard about. They had sex, all the time, in just about every place imaginable. They didn't even bother explaining themselves. It was just a fact, an unwritten statement. They had sex. A lot.

Nudge didn't really have a problem with what they did behind closed doors, but sex was like a black hole of possibilities and wonders. Max had never given her the talk, and if it weren't for television, she probably wouldn't even know what it was in the first place. After being isolated from the rest of society for years on end, she never really matured mentally, even though she had physically. From the brief encounter she had attending school with normal girls her age, she only learned about boobs and periods, but nothing on the topic of sex. She had so many questions, like what it was like. If it hurt. If it was weird the first time. So many questions and no answers.

Max wasn't exactly an open book to begin with. Never was. Nudge could never talk to Fang about anything personal like that, because it'd be way too weird, and although Angel could read minds, she didn't understand anything on the topic that she picked up, and she was also just ten, so that crossed her off the list. Gazzy was too interested in bombs to bat an eye about girls, so the last one standing was Iggy. Whoop-dee-doo.

Climbing out of her bed, Nudge walked down the dark hallway lit only by the moonlight streaming in from the window near the stairs. Iggy's room was the farthest to the left on the floor, with Max and Fang sharing the room on the top story.

It was late, and Nudge was worried that she'd wake Iggy up. Angel had fallen asleep early on the sofa after dinner, and Fang had carried her up into their room. She was still out like a light when Nudge had walked out. She tapped on Iggy's door softly, knowing that it was just loud enough for his hypersensitive ears to catch if he were awake, which to Nudge's leisure, he was.

"What can I do for you, Nudge?" Iggy asked as he opened his door, inviting her in. He was only clad in sweatpants and clearly took part in the trend that all of the guys in the house took to of wearing shirts as little as possible.

"It's- it's embarrassing." Nudge admitted, taking a seat on his bed.

"I know that you didn't walk all the way down here to tell me that you're embarrassed to say something. We're closer than that." Iggy interrogated, sitting down next to her. He casually draped his hand over her knee, sending a jolt through Nudge's body.

"It's just that, Max won't talk to me about it, and Fang is Fang, but I was just curious-" She stuttered, spacing herself slightly from the older boy.

"I have questions about sex." She blurted, covering her mouth as soon as she did so. Her mocha skin flushed a deep rose. How could she have just let that slip out so quickly?

"Well, you've come to the right place. What do you want to know?" Iggy reassured, wanting nothing more than to help his younger flock mate. She was nearing sixteen, and surely has surpassed most stages of puberty, as he knew from accidental contact with her upper torso. It was definitely time that she was exposed to the world of sex. It was actually surprising to him that she had waited this long, since Fang and Max have been donut-bananaing for over a year. And believe him, they weren't conspicuous about it either. Max is a moaner.

"Really?" Nudge asked in disbelief, shocked that Iggy would be so calm and open about it. She thought he'd be more awkward. He nodded, and she continued.

"Fang sometimes gets- erm- a rather large lump in his pants, and then he usually disappears alone or with Max, and when he comes back, it's gone. What is it?" She asked innocently, having no previous knowledge about boners, or even the male anatomy in any regard.

"Are you serious? I bet Fang put you up to this, right?" Iggy accused, shaking his head for being so gullible in the first place. Again, Nudge was sixteen, surely she knew the ins and outs of all things sexual. Her body was the opposite of one of a child, and certainly she had touched herself before. He was being played.

"No! Honestly Iggy, I have no clue." Nudge replied, embarrassed that Iggy thought she was lying.

"You know what a penis is, right?" Iggy asked stupidly, and Nudge giggled as if to say 'of course'. "Well, you see Nudge, Fang is a very weak sucker. He sees boobs, or really anything that turns him on, and he gets horny. That makes his male bits perk up a bit, and they harden. It's called an erection, or more commonly, a boner. And I'm sure you've noticed by now, he gets them a lot." Iggy answered.

"How would you know? You're blind." Nudge asked, stating the obvious.

"Well for starters, his voice drops, his breathing becomes more hitched and rapid, his footsteps grow heavier, and he can't stay in the room for more than a few minutes. Also, if you're close to him, you'll realize that the fabric of his pants tightens." Iggy replied.

"So how does he get it to go away?" Nudge chimed curiously.

"You really aren't yanking my chain?" Iggy questioned.

"No!" Nudge cried for the last time, not willing to hear any more of his disbelief.

"Well then, Nudge, you are entering the world of jerking off." Iggy replied, inching closer to Nudge by the second.

"And that is?" Nudge puzzled.

"Some things are better to find out by yourself. Have you ever touched yourself, Nudge?" Iggy invaded, waiting for the obvious yes.

"What do you mean?" She quivered, as if she really didn't already know.

"Have you ever explored the more private parts of your body? Did what felt good?" Iggy answered, still wary of her complete oblivion. Under what rock has she been living?

"N-N-No." Nudge stuttered.

"Take off your pants." Iggy instructed abruptly, shifting his weight. If she honestly didn't know by this point, there might not be any hope left for her.

"Excuse me?" Nudge questioned, crossing her legs tightly.

"Relax, I'm blind. I'm going to show you something." Iggy reassured, stepping off the bed and kneeling in front of her. Here goes nothing.

She unnervingly peeled her cotton pajama bottoms off of her lower torso, kicking them away from her.

"Don't be scared," Iggy comforted, stroking her bare knee. Nudge whimpered, still tense about the situation. Iggy didn't want to make sex with her, did he? "Now, calmly, remember it's just me, and I'm blind, take off your panties." Iggy ordered gently. There were no more suspicions over her knowledge, or rather lack there of. All that was left lingering in the atmosphere were unexplored feelings and trust in one another.

As soon as her panties hit the ground, Iggy could smell her. The scent of raw lust misting throughout the room. She didn't know it, but she was definitely more than a little turned on by the situation.

"Spread your legs." The blonde boy instructed, still in disbelief that this was actually happening. He was being an idiot and taking advantage of her, and she was being absolutely oblivious. This was beyond wrong.

"L-l-l-like th-this?" Nudge mumbled, pushing her legs apart as far as they could go. Iggy's talented hands slid up her bare thighs, nodding when he felt the distance between them.

"Smooth." Iggy stated, gliding his palm across her pubic mound. Nudge couldn't bring herself to reply, simply moaning in acknowledgement. She was puddy in his hands- his very, very talented hands.

"This," Iggy educated, "little nub right here, this is your clitoris. And when I massage it like this–"

Nudge moaned, the sweet noise flowing unrestricted out of her throat.

"How does it feel?" Iggy asked, already knowing the answer.

"Mmm... oh my god, Iggy! It feels amazing. Keep doing that!" Nudge replied, arching her back to press herself closer to Iggy's talented hands. Iggy was more than happy to oblige, feeling the wetness emanating from her body grow exponentially.

His free hand ventured up to her chest, gently cupping and squeezing each breast through the thin fabric of Nudge's tank top. He yanked the material off her taut stomach and past her breasts, giving her the hint to remove it completely. Nudge did so quickly, discarding the shirt to the corner of Iggy's room, and fell back onto the pillows, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure Iggy was milking out of her most private areas.

Being adventurous, Iggy slipped one finger farther down to greet Nudge's entrance, probing it. Small gasps rapidly escaped Nudge's lips in anticipation as the finger moved farther up her entrance, until it disappeared completely.

Still circling her clit with his thumb, Iggy started to thrust his finger in and out of her tight passage, careful not to go too rough right off the back. Nudge pressed her hand firmly against her mouth to contain her sounds, as the walls were only so thick and Gazzy and Angel were just down the hall.

Another finger joined the first inside her womanhood and she nearly lost it, gripping the sheets below her with free hand so tightly she swore he would have her hand print cast into the fabric. His pace accelerated, and nearly a minute went by before she finally lost it.

"Iggy! Gah!" Nudge screamed into her hand, which barely muffled anything at all, as she came. Her entire body shook violently as waves of pleasure crashed down on her. It was the most intense thing she had ever felt.

She hadn't realized her eyes were squeezed shut until she reopened them, focusing on Iggy's pleased facial expression. He withdrew his fingers, leaving Nudge feeling empty again.

"Holy frick! Can I make you feel like that too?" Nudge trembled, recovering from her climax. She flipped onto her stomach, staring directly into Iggy's sightless blue eyes. He was gorgeous, and it was too bad that he couldn't see it.

"That's not necessary." Iggy replied, trying hard to restrain himself, though his body was working against him. The bulge in his pants was growing exponentially, and this far in, the only thing he could do was let it.

"You didn't have to do any of those things to me. You could've told me to leave the second you opened your door. But you didn't, so why is it suddenly a problem?" Nudge interrogated, sliding her hand lightly up his grey sweatpants. He hissed when they neared too close to his hard-on, letting out a silent breath as they trailed back down. God, she was truly clueless on the effect that she had on him. She was driving him wild.

"I don't want to take advantage of you, Nudge. It wouldn't be right." Iggy confessed, dropping his weight to his elbows.

"What if I want to be taken advantage of?" Nudge puzzled, climbing on top of him. "What if I want to do this?" She continued, grinding her naked torso against his more than evident boner.

"Nudge!" Iggy gasped, dropping his head onto a pillow.

"So, are you going to teach me, or am I going to have to learn by myself?" She teased, already working off his sweatpants.

Iggy was beyond speechless as Nudge stripped him of all fabric below the waist. He could feel her tense slightly at the sight of him, bare and free, but it didn't seem to faze her much. The sightless boy whipped his head back the second Nudge's smooth palm cupped his throbbing manhood, and his hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

Nudge let out a light giggle that only made Iggy harder. "I have no idea what I'm doing." she admitted to her older flockmate as she danced her fingers up and down his shaft.

Iggy struggled to form coherent sentences, barely choking out, "gently wrap your- sweet jesus- hand around it and- urgh- pump."

Nudge complied, experimenting with speed and pressure as she coiled her small hand around Iggy's vertical member. She had no concept of size when it came to that of a man's penis, but she assumed Iggy was on the larger side. She mentally measured his length going off the size of her hand, and she formulated that it had to be between seven and eight inches. Iggy was well-endowed to say the least.

Iggy let out a throaty groan as Nudge's thumb lightly circled his tip, evenly spreading a drop of pre-cum.

"I wonder," Nudge thought aloud, momentarily releasing Iggy's shaft. He lifted his head to protest, but no more than one second later he felt Nudge's wet lips enveloping the top of his aching hard-on.

"Shit." Iggy mumbled, loud enough for Nudge to hear, and she giggled again, the vibrations almost sending him over the edge right then. He fought back the urge to release, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible, but it was becoming more and more of a struggle as Nudge started taking more of his length into her hot mouth. Iggy swore the girl had no gag reflex.

Further proving his theory, Nudge took all seven and a half inches of Iggy into her mouth, grazing his balls with her nose.

"I'm gonna cum!" Iggy exclaimed, gently tugging one of Nudge's curls. Warm seed filled Nudge's mouth, and without knowledge of what to do with it, she swallowed, surprised that it acquired a decent taste. Iggy sat up as soon as he recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, gliding his thumb across Nudge's chin.

"You swallowed?" He stated incredulously, feeling nothing but smooth skin under his gentle touch. He felt Nudge's smile spread across her face.

"Yes. Is that a good thing?" she asked, marveling in the reaction she derived out of the boy in front of her.

"It's just sexy as hell." Iggy replied, tasting himself on her lips as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Nudge pulled away after a minute, looking deeply into his cloudy blue eyes. He swore that he could feel the heat of her gaze. "I have more questions." She confessed, burying her head into his chest.

"I know. And I'm here to answer them." He replied, gently rubbing the spot right under her wings.

"I feel stupid asking some of them, like I should already know the answer. How do you know so much anyways?" Nudge asked.

"Internet, mostly. I also got the talk from Jeb when he was still around." Nudge winced at the mention of her former caretaker. Nobody ever brought him up anymore.

"Oh. Well I just have one more to bother you with tonight and then I'll leave you to get some sleep," Nudge started, watching Iggy nod. "I get that you have to have sex to get pregnant, but what happens after that? How does the pregnancy actually happen? Does the baby just know that there was a penis up it's mother's vagina and take that as a cue to grow?"

Iggy suppressed his laughter at Nudge's oblivion to the adult world, stroking her warm cheek. He could tell she was blushing.

"Not exactly. You know the white stuff that came out of my tip when I climaxed?"

"Yeah."

"That stuff contains sperm cells, which fertilize the egg in a woman's uterus, kind of like how you fertilize a plant to help it grow." Iggy answered.

"Wait, but Iggy I swallowed that stuff! Oh my god, what if I get pregnant? Max and Fang will kill us! I'm not ready to be a mother yet!" Nudge panicked.

"No, no, no! Nudge, the sperm cells have to be released inside your vagina for them to get to your uterus. You won't get pregnant from swallowing it, I promise."

"Oh." She muttered. "I lied, I have one more question."

"Shoot."

"How come Max isn't pregnant then? Her and Fang have sex all the time!"

"They use protection. It's called a condom, and it's this little rubber glove that goes over the penis to keep the sperm from getting to the egg."

"Is Trojan a condom brand?" Nudge asked, remembering the time she saw a small, square packet fall out of Fang's jeans when she took them out of the dryer. He must have forgotten it was there.

"Yes, why?" Iggy replied.

"Fang uses them. I pulled one out of the dryer last month." Iggy burst out in laughter at that comment.

"What?" Nudge protested, punching him lightly in the arm.

"You aren't ready for this information. It'll scar you."

"Well now you have to tell me!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Nudge exclaimed.

"I caught Max and Fang going at it on top of the dryer two weeks ago. The irony is killing me." Iggy continued to chuckle.

"Ew! That is disgusting! I can never do laundry again!" Nudge shrieked, hitting Iggy in the face with a pillow.

"I warned you."

"Ugh." Nudge groaned, curling up closer to Iggy's body. He rubbed her back gently and pulled his comforter over the both of them, listening to her breathing as it became more and more even.

"Good night, Nudge." Iggy spooned, kissing her on her forehead. Nudge stirred in response on his bare chest before drifting off to sleep. With Nudge unconscious in his arms, Iggy too fell asleep, consumed by more vivid dreams of Nudge. He loved dreaming, because in his dreams, he could actually see. And he was positive by the curves he felt on Nudge's body that she was absolutely beautiful.

Though, sometimes being blind has it's perks. For example, when Angel comes sprinting down the hall frantically searching for Nudge at seven in the morning, Iggy could wake the naked girl beside him and usher her into the bathroom before Angel could burst through the door. He had heard her footsteps the second they hit the floor beside her bed.

"Iggy! Nudge isn't in her bed! Have you seen her? What if she was taken?" Angel panicked, scanning Iggy's room and coming up blank.

"Yeah. I heard her going downstairs about an hour ago mumbling about cramps or something. She might have stepped outside for some air, she'll be back soon, I'm sure." Iggy lied, filtering his thoughts to prevent Angel from catching onto the truth.

"Oh, ok. I was just worried, it's so unlike her to wake up early." Angel replied, turning to leave Iggy alone.

"Wait, Iggy are you naked?" She whipped back around, seeing him shirtless with his sweatpants and boxers on the floor at the foot of his bed. This would be completely normal in Gazzy's room, because Angel's brother was a slob, but Iggy never left anything out of place in fear that he would trip over it.

"Um, yeah. I got hot last night." Iggy mumbled.

"Boys are gross!" Angel exclaimed as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Nudge appeared from the bathroom moments later, fully dressed and groomed. "I better go outside now and perch myself on a tree complaining about cramps now thanks to you." She joked, cuddling next to Iggy one last time for the morning.

"Would you rather her hear the alternative?" Iggy asked.

"Of course not!" Nudge replied, climbing out of bed to leave.

Iggy grabbed her arm and pulled her back, kissing her passionately as a token for goodbye. "See you tonight?" He asked, cupping her chin.

"I think I have more to learn." Nudge giggled before opening Iggy's window and catapulting herself out of it.

Iggy was plenty eager to teach her, as evident by the uncovered hard on Nudge left him with.

Old habits die hard.

Next chapter soon to come! Please review and tell me what you'd like to read in it!