It was nearly midnight, and Mark had finally given up on finding anything more of interest on the television and settling in on an old movie in an effort to bring on sleep, when he heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Sara, and Mark was suprised that she was still awake.
She seemed almost to avoid his gaze as she walked into the room, turning to look at the television as if to see what he'd been watching. Mark was unsure what to say to her, and noticed that she wore the same sad look on her face that she'd had all night.. She was still dressed in the same blue jeans and T-shirt that she'd had on earlier and Mark made notice of the fact that she hadn't even begun to get herself ready sleep, as was her usual by this hour.
She sat herself gingerly down on the couch caddy corner to Mark's, and lifted her legs up to rest her feet on the coffee table, wriggling her sock covered toes nervously. Mark looked at her hoping, as well as dreading, that she would talk but she simply sat silently looking at the television. He tried to think of something to break the ice between them, and was building the courage to ask when he heard Sara speak, still looking at the tube.
"Mark, can I... ask you a question?" Sara asked timidly.
The hesitancy with which she'd asked made Mark feel a little uneasy. And with the expression that she'd had on her face for most of the night, he began to worry what was coming.
"Umm... sure." he said. Sara sat silent for a moment, staring at her feet as they rubbed together on the coffee table.
He heard her take a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and realized that Sara was building up the courage to ask her question. He began to feel his stomach tighten a little more.
"Well, could we..." She paused for a moment, wrapping her arms around her waist in obvious tension, "... could we just talk for a little while?"
"Talk?" Mark blurted out nervously. "I mean... uhh... sure."
Sara just sat for a moment, still hugging herself and looking around the room nervously, occasionally glancing Mark's way.
"What.. umm... did you want to talk about?" Mark asked as he cleared his throat.
"About... what happened." She said.
"Oh." Mark answered quietly, knowing instantly what she meant.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." Sara offered to him with a voice of concern; wondering maybe she'd been wrong to bring up the subject.
"No, we can talk... I don't mind." He replied, his stomach wrenching once more.
"Really?" She said, sounding a little relieved. When Mark heard the tone of her voice lighten, his did as well.
"Sure. We can talk... I'd like that." She was still curled tightly to herself as she sat on the sofa, her feet poised on the edge of the low table, her head tilted down, when she looked up through her brow with an innocent looking smile. Gazing into her big, puppy dog eyes and genuine smile, Mark couldn't help but feel the knot in his stomach rise.
"God, she was so incredibly... cute." He thought.
He caught himself staring
at her before she'd realized it, and quickly tried to clear his mind.
She
was obviously nervous and hesitant to begin, and Mark just raised his
eyebrows in a questioning gaze and smiled at her.
Seeing his smile gave her the courage she'd been looking for to begin. "Well... I was just curious about some things." She said quietly.
"Curious?" He thought to himself; his tension easing but his heart still beating fast and hard.
"Uh... about what?" He asked.
"Well... umm... when you first started... you know... masturbating...," Sara paused as she had to turn her eyes from Mark. Her voice had trembled a bit as she found the courage to finally say THE word and Mark felt a little taken back.
"She wasn't so self conscious just a few days ago, why is she now?" He pondered.
"Yeah...?" Mark found himself both nervously anticipating but also fearing what might come next.
"How... how much did you... do it?" Her nervous smile gave away how twisted up she was inside.
"Sara, are you sure you want to talk about this?" Mark asked.
She answered him with a nervous, wide eyed nod.
"Promise you won't laugh?" Mark asked, trying to look serious, but his growing smile gave him away.
Sara nodded again, her own anxious smile even larger than his.
"Well, I guess I was about 13 the first time I did it. After that, I guess I used to do it as often as I could, sometimes three or four times a day." Mark said, trying to convince himself to be proud of his answer.
"Really!?" Sara giggled out.
"Yeah. I guess that seems like a lot, huh?" Mark said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"No... I don't think so." Sara said, feeling ashamed of having laughed.
"No?" Mark chirped out, sounding suprised.
Sara just shook her head to repeat her answer, but Mark also noticed that she was beginning to blush a little.
"How often do you do it... now?" Mark asked, his curiosity and excitement gathering. Immediately,
Sara's face flushed to a brilliant red as she took in a deep breath. "Umm... more than that?" She squeaked out, still nervously holding her breath. When she saw Mark's eyes pop open in excitement, her lungs burst, followed by a hard stressful laugh.
Mark began to laugh as well, and soon the two were nearly in tears as they shared their release of tension together. After finally regaining his breath, and wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, Mark watched his sister as she laughed; slowly catching her breath as well.
"You know, Sara, you don't have to feel embarrassed talking about this stuff with me." He said, "I... kinda like it."
"Yeah?" She asked excitedly.
"Yeah!" Mark replied, enjoying both the beauty of her face and her excitement at his words.
"So... what else do you want to know?"
Her smile was nearly beaming as she stood up, "Wait, wait. I'll be right back!" And with that, she turned and nearly leapt up the stairs. Mark sat excitedly listening as her heard her run around the house; to the kitchen, then down the hall toward the bedrooms.
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