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author. Any reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited without
the express written permission of the author. (C)2004 By: Dark Vision.

The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons
alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex. It is intended for adults
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The author may be contacted at Darkvision29@gmail.com

Chapter - Two

The first day of school was a mad house.  All of the seventh
graders, me included, got lost at one time or another trying to
locate a classroom before the bell sounded.  By the end of the third
day, I knew my way around the school and avoided being late for any
of my classes.

For the first half of the year, PE was health class.  We were going
to learn about hygiene and reproduction, among other things.  The
first day I had my textbook for the class, I found out what a man's
'penis' looked like.  Well, the drawing at least gave me an idea of
what one looked like; I wished they had pictures in that book.

On the way home from school that day, I showed Cindy the drawing and
she spent most of the bus ride reading the descriptive text over and
over.  The bus let us off at the end of our street and we walked
along the edge of the blacktop just like we did every day.

"I would sure like to see a boy's penis," Cindy said as we shuffled
along, having a little trouble using the new word.

"Why, Cindy?  According to the book the only thing it does is pee
and make babies."

"I don't know why, Jen, I just would."

I turned up my drive and Cindy headed home.  My brother was still at
school for soccer practice and Mom was gone.  I went into my bedroom,
took off my school clothes and sat on my bed to study my health book.
As I perused the pages, I discovered another new word, masturbation.
The book said that is was normal and that all teens, and most adults,
did it.  The book didn't go into any detail on how to actually do it,
but it did say it was normal.

I wondered how I could find out what the book was talking about.  At
first I decided to ask Mom when she got home, but then thought about
the computer.  Wearing only my pink bra and matching panties, I went
out to the computer in the dining room, turned it on and sat down.
That was my first mistake of the day.

When the computer was up, I went to the Internet, found the search
box and typed in the word.  MASTURBATION

The computer worked for several seconds and then displayed the hits.
I scrolled down to the bottom of the page, reading the descriptions,
and then I saw it.  At the very bottom of the list it said,
'displaying one through twenty, of over one hundred thousand matches'.

I remember thinking that masturbation must be very normal and
important to have so much information.  I scrolled up to the top of
the page, hovered the mouse pointer over the first entry and clicked
the button.

There is just no way I could ever convey the shock I felt when the
first page was displayed.  There, before my very young and very naīve
eyes, was a picture of a girl with her knees up, her legs spread and
her hand in her crotch.

Quickly, I looked back over my shoulder to be sure I was alone, and
at the same time clicked the back button to get rid of the picture.
I went from page to page, seeing much of the same thing.  I became
totally engrossed in what I found that day on the computer.  That was
my second mistake.

I was studying a picture of a girl with a carrot pushed up inside
her vagina, or pussy as I learned that day.  I never heard the front
door open or my brother drop his books on the coffee table.  The only
thing that snapped me back to reality, and almost gave me a heart
attack, was hearing my brother yell out, "Hey, is anybody home?"

In a panic, I clicked off the Internet, jumped out of the chair and
raced towards my bedroom.  I was so sacred of being discovered
looking at the pictures that I never saw Eddie, and ran right into
him.  When I realized what had happened, I crossed my arms over my
bra encased boobs and ran past my startled brother into the safety of
my room, swinging the door closed behind me.

I paced back and forth, trying to think up an excuse.  Then in a
brilliant moment, I removed my panties and bra, put on a two-piece
swimsuit and went back out into the living room.

When Eddie saw me, he began to laugh.

"You know, Sis," he said.  "That suit doesn't cover as much as your
pink undies did."

My face turned crimson as I realized that, in my haste, I had
grabbed a swimsuit that I used to wear two years ago.  A tiny bikini,
that was never intended to be worn by a girl with breasts.  Looking
down, I saw my boobs spilling out of the top and the bottoms barely
covering my downy pubic hair.

My heart jumped when Eddie added, "I must say that you really look
hot in it though."

"Thanks," I said half heartedly, and slowly walked back to my room.

I took off the suit, tossed it into the wastebasket and put my
underwear back on.  I pulled a pair of shorts up my trembling legs
and snapped them at the waist.  I selected a white tank top, put it
on and went back out to face the teasing I knew I was going to get.

My brother was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of
milk.  I sat down and waited for him to start making his rude
remarks, but he didn't say a word.  After several minutes of silence,
I decided he was going to let me off the hook this time and not say
anything.

Our mom came home and asked us if we were finished with our
homework.  Before she had a chance to tell us to do it, we headed for
our rooms and began to study.  Mom called us for dinner just as I
finished the last of my work.  I went out to the table, sat in my
chair and waited for Mom to finish putting the food on the table.

After dinner, I washed the dishes and Eddie dried.  Mom and Dad were
in the living room watching television as we did one of the few
chores we were asked to do.  Once the dishes were dry, we put them
into the cupboards.  I was kneeling on the floor, putting a pan into
the cabinet, when I glanced up and caught Eddie looking down the
front of my top.  The way I had my arms extended, I knew my tank top
was gapping and he could see my bra.

I stayed in that position for a few extra seconds, letting my
brother look at my boobs down the front of my top.  For some reason,
I was kind of glad he wanted to look down my shirt.  I didn't really
know why at the time, but the idea that someone other than me was
interested in my boobs was a little exciting.  I guess it was because
it was kind of nasty, in a good sort of way.

When I closed the cupboard door and stood up, he smiled and stepped
back.  Once our work in the kitchen was complete, we went out to join
our parents.

I sat on the floor, stretched out and put my chin into my hands to
watch television.  Eddie sat on the couch and crossed his legs the
way boys do, you know, with one ankle resting on the other knee.

"What do you want for your birthday, Jenny," Mom asked.

I rolled onto my side, propped my head on my hand and almost choked.
Right there before my very eyes was my brother, sitting on the couch
with his legs crossed and his baggy soccer shorts giving me a view
right up to his crotch.  I quickly diverted my eyes to Mom and
cleared my throat.

Now it was my turn to peek.  I felt butterflies in my stomach as I
thought what was hidden behind the white material of his jockey
shorts.  I also wondered if he felt that way when he looked down my
top.

"I don't know, clothes I guess," I said.

"How about a new bathing suit," I heard my brother say, causing me
to shift my eyes in his direction.

He had a big grin on his face, but my eyes didn't linger there, they
darted down to the leg opening of his shorts.

"Whatever," I replied and rolled onto my back.

I picked up my magazine and pretended to read it, but I couldn't
help looking at my brother and his gaping shorts.  I'm pretty sure he
knew what I was doing, because at one point he shifted so I could
clearly see the bulge hidden in his underwear.  Eddie finally got up
and went to his room for the night, leaving me wanting to see more.

That night, in the darkness of my bedroom, I decided to find out
what the girls in the pictures found so interesting between their
legs.  I slipped my hand into my panties, for the first time, and
toyed with the soft curls of my pubic hair, twisting it around my
finger.  As my fingers explored, I could feel heat from my crotch and
moved my hand lower to find the source.  I had been rubbing myself
down there for a while now, but always on the outside of what I was
wearing.

I wasn't prepared for what I discovered when my fingers ventured
down between my legs.  I was moist, and when I touched a certain
spot, I felt the shocks, like the time I touched my nipples, only
this time in reverse.  This time, I felt it in my boobs and nipples
when I probed myself just right.

My mind tried to recall what I read in my health book about my
privates, but I couldn't think very clearly.  My finger slid into my
moist flesh and found my opening, the source of the wetness and the
heat.  I pulled my finger out of the tight indentation I found and it
landed on a hard little nub, sending shivers through my entire body.

For what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a matter of
minutes, I moved my finger from the tiny nub to the opening and back.
The speed of my finger quickened as if it had a mind of its own.
Soon, I felt the strangest feelings of my life.  My stomach quivered
and it felt like every nerve in my body was directly connected to my
fingertip.

Unsure of what was going on, I tried to pull my hand out of my
panties, but I couldn't.  My finger kept dancing on me and my body
began to spasm.  What I now know is an orgasm took over my body and
brought out such wonderful feelings that I never wanted it to stop.
After a few moments, however, it did stop and I pulled my hand out of
my now soaking wet panties and let my body relax.  I was still
feeling small twitches down there as I lay on my back, gasping for
air.

As my chest rose and fell with my labored breathing, I noticed that
my nipples were very sensitive.  I could feel them scraping along the
material of my pajama top and I pulled the garment away to stop it.
I also felt one of my nipples and discovered that is was as hard as
if I'd been swimming in cool water.  I noticed that my touch sent the
shocks down between my legs and caused my body to quiver again.

I now understood why teens masturbated, and was planning my next
session as I fell asleep.

Like all young girls must do, I told Cindy about my discovery the
next day.  We didn't talk about it too much, but the following day
she confirmed that she could obtain the same results, the same way.

For the next week, it was the same thing with Cindy and I.  One of
us would ask the other if they 'did it' the night before, the other
would say yes, and we would both giggle.

After a while, Cindy and I quit asking each other if we had played
with ourselves again, and started to talk more and more about boys.

On the night of my thirteenth birthday, Mom and Dad gave me a gold
necklace and Eddie gave me a CD of one of the popular bands.  For the
next month, I was the same age as my brother and I reminded him
everyday.

When Eddie's birthday came, he got a new bike from our parents and I
gave him a book on fishing.  He was very quick to inform me that he
was older again.

Through that winter, I took every advantage to get peeks of my
brother, and he did the same to me.  I became bolder, leaving my
bedroom door ajar when I was dressed in my undies, giving him the
opportunity to catch a glimpse of me.

By the time the second semester rolled around, I had just about
outgrown my bras.  My boobs had become rounder and fuller, resembling
orange halves on my chest.  My nipples were now the size of pencil
erasers and very sensitive to my touch.  If you can believe it, I
actually thought that they looked the way they did because I pulled
on them so much.

The new semester also brought PE.  I was going to have to change in
the locker room and shower with the other girls in my class.  Up
until that point, most of my time was spent at home alone, or with
Cindy.  Our private education, you know masturbation, hadn't really
progressed too much.  Oh, we still did it, I for one, did it a lot.
It's just that the way I did it and the ultimate results were about
the same every time.

When I told Mom that I thought my bras may be getting a little
small, she led me into my room and told me to remove my top.  When
she looked at my boobs pushing out of the bra cups, she decided that
it was time to go back to the store.  That trip was nowhere near as
traumatic as the first.  She had me try on a couple of new bras,
found the right size, thirty B, and we made our selection of new
ones.  To my surprise, she bought me new panties too.

My first day of PE was a real shock.  The middle school I went to
wasn't all that big, and they combined all of the grades into the
same classes.  I had girls that were two years older than me in my
class.  The curriculum for the gym portion of PE was Monday,
Wednesday, and Friday in the gym, Tuesday and Thursday in the pool.
We had to wear one-piece swimsuits for swimming and shorts and tee
shirts for gym.

Finally it came, my first time in the locker room.  I went to my
assigned locker, sat on the bench, and stared at the louvered metal
door.  Several lockers down from mine was Cindy's locker.  Between us
were two older girls, both of them in the ninth grade.  One of the
girls' names was Mary Jo.  Listening to them talk in the locker room,
I decided they were friends.

When Mary Jo and her friend began to undress, I looked over at
Cindy.  She shrugged her shoulders and started to remove her shirt.
I wasn't going to let anyone know just how uncomfortable I was so I
too began to undress.  We changed into our shorts and tee shirts and
headed out of the locker room into the large gym.

After forty minutes of running around and playing volleyball, the
teacher blew her whistle and sent us into the locker room to shower.
I have to tell you, my stomach was tied in knots as I went back to my
locker knowing what I had to do next.  Taking a led from Mary Jo and
her friend, I removed my clothing and walked into the large shower
room.

The two sidewalls of the long narrow room were lined with
showerheads and valves for the water.  I chose one next to Cindy,
turned on the water, and quickly began to wash.  Next to me were Mary
Jo and her friend.  They chatted as they showered, appearing
completely at ease with the fact that they were naked in a room
filled with naked girls.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help scanning the room and
looking at the other girls.  I noticed that some of the other girls,
mostly the ones my age, were doing the same thing.  Whenever another
girl and I made eye contact, we both quickly glanced away.

I was infatuated by the difference in the girls in that shower room.
Some had small boobs like Cindy's; others had larger ones like mine,
and some of the girls, Mary Jo among them, had huge breasts.  Then
there was the pubic hair!  Short, long, a little, a lot, light, dark,
it seemed that each girl was very different from the next.

After the shower, I dried off and went back to my locker to get
dressed.  I overheard Mary Jo talking to her friend about a boy, her
boyfriend.  She was telling her friend that she and her boyfriend had
been caught making out at her house by her mom.  She went on to tell
the other girl that she had her shirt off and her boyfriend was
feeling her up.  When she made the next statement, I bumped my head
on my locker shelf.

I was bent over, my head stuck partway in my locker, picking up my
shoes when Mary Jo said, "If my mom would have come home a few
minutes later, she would have caught me blowing him!"

Her friend said, "No shit, you were going to give him a blowjob?
Have you ever done it before?"

"I've never tried," Mary Jo said.  "That was going to be my first
time.  Up until now the most I have done is jack him off."

My head jerked up and caught the edge of the metal shelf in my
locker.  I let out a yelp, grabbed the back of my head and rubbed the
sore spot.  I had trouble catching my breath and balance.  I hurried
up and finished dressing, grabbed Cindy by the arm, and pulled her
out of the locker room into the hallway.

"Did you hear what Mary Jo was telling her friend?"  I asked Cindy.

Cindy grinned and nodded her head.

"Do you know what a blowjob is, Cindy?"

"I'm not real sure, but I think it is when a boy puts his thing into
a girl's mouth."

"Yuck!"  I almost yelled.  "Girls don't really do that, Cindy... do
they?"

Cindy shrugged her shoulders and said, "How would I know?"

"I wonder what 'jack him off' means?"  I asked.

Again Cindy shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

The rest of the day I couldn't concentrate on anything other than
what I had heard in the locker room.  After school, Cindy and I rode
the bus together and walked down the road, but neither of us said
much of anything.  I went home and changed into a pair of jeans and a
long sleeved shirt. It was winter and the days were cool for southern
Florida.  I went to the kitchen for a snack and found my brother
sitting at the table, eating a sandwich.

I asked him where Mom was and he told me he didn't know.  After
pouring a glass of soda, I sat at the table across from him.  I
watched as he stuffed his mouth with the sandwich and washed it down
with large gulps of milk.  When he was finished with the sandwich and
drinking from his glass, I asked him a question that I really
shouldn't have, at least not when his mouth was full of milk.

"Eddie," I said as nonchalantly as if I was about to ask about the
weather.  "Do you know what a blowjob is or what jack off means?"  I
was nervous as well as a little embarrassed, but I really wanted to
know.

I was instantly covered with milk!  His face turned red and some of
the milk ran out of his nose.  He set his glass down hard and stared
across the table at me.

"Where did you hear about that?"  Eddie began wiping his face with a
piece of paper towel he was using for a napkin.

"I heard a girl at school say she almost gave her boyfriend a
blowjob and she jacked him off.  I don't really know what she was
talking about."

"It isn't any of your business, Jen!" my brother said, and got up,
wiped the milk off the table and left the kitchen.

Well, you can just imagine how frustrated I was at my brother's
reluctance to answer my questions. I felt my brother knew what I was
asking about, but he seemed in no hurry to tell me what I wanted to
know.  I followed him into the living room and sat on the floor near
Dad's chair. When I sat on the floor near him, Eddie avoided looking
at me and turned up the television.

I asked him about what I had heard several more times, but he didn't
answer my questions.  Finally, I decided that I would just have to
find out from someone else.  I was no longer embarrassed, I was mad
at my brother for not responding to me.

I informed my brother that I was going to Cindy's house and left in
a huff.  When I was about half way to Cindy's, I decided I needed a
jacket and returned home.  When I walked into the living room I
noticed that my brother was gone.  I went to my bedroom and just as I
was about to walk into my room, I saw his door wasn't closed tightly.

Deciding it was worth one last try, I went to his door to ask him
again about the things I had heard.  Just as I was about to open the
door to his room and walk in, I saw him on his bed.  I had to cover
my mouth with my hands to keep from being discovered.  There before
my very eyes was my brother, lying on his back, his pants around his
knees and his hand moving in his lap.

I stared at him and realized he had his hand on his penis and was
rubbing it up and down.  His eyes were closed tightly and his face
was scrunched up and red.  I could hear him moaning as his hand moved
over his erect penis and knew he was masturbating.  The noises he
made were not unlike the sounds that escaped my mouth and throat when
I rubbed myself and brought on the wonderful feelings.

I unconsciously moved my legs, rubbing my tight jeans against my
most private and sensitive parts.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from
the sight before me and continued to watch in awe.  After several
minutes, his legs began to bounce up off the bed and he humped his
hips up into his hand.  Suddenly, he groaned loudly and a geyser of
fluid shot up from his penis and fell back onto his tee shirt covered
chest.  Several more spurts of the fluid shot up and landed on him.
He finally stopped moving his hand and just held his penis.

I quickly went to my room, grabbed my jacket, and left the house
before he had a chance to find me there.  I walked past Cindy's house
and went to the park to absorb what I had just witnessed.  I couldn't
get the image of my brother or his erect penis out of my mind.  After
an hour or so, I went back home.

When I went into the house, Mom was in the kitchen preparing dinner
and Eddie was in the living room in Dad's chair.  I said hi to Mom,
went into my room and started my homework.  When I was finished with
the day's assignments, I lay on my bed and waited for Mom to call me
for dinner.

As I lay there, I wanted to take off my jeans and play with myself
until I felt the strong climaxes I had become accustomed to.  I
unfastened the button on the waistband, lowered the zipper and
slipped my hand into my panties, finding them already damp.  I began
to rub my clit; I had learned about that in health, and was about to
dip into my vagina when I heard Mom call for me.

I fixed my jeans, went to the bathroom and washed my hands before
going into the kitchen.  While we were eating, Mom told Eddie and me
that my aunt, Mom's older sister, and our cousin were coming to spend
the Thanksgiving holiday with us.

Aunt Sally wasn't married and my cousin Frank was an only child.  At
fifteen, Frank was a year older than my brother.  Whenever they came
to visit, which was every year, my brother and Frank had to sleep on
the fold out couch in the living room and Aunt Sally slept in my
brother's room.

Dad said they would be arriving on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving
and leaving a week later.  I really liked Aunt Sally, but my cousin
was a brat.  He was smart, good looking and spoiled.  I guess Aunt
Sally felt bad because Frank never had a father and tried to make up
for it by giving him everything he wanted.

Eddie began complaining the moment Mom mentioned that they were
coming.  He told my parents that he didn't want to share the hide-a-
bed with Frank, saying, "It was gay."

After a half an hour of my brother's whining, Dad told him he would
buy a cot and set it up in the living room so the two boys could each
have their own bed.

"You're as spoiled as Frank," I told my brother while we did the
dishes.

"No I'm not.  I just don't want to sleep in the same bed as another
boy."

Our parents went out to the patio to have their coffee, leaving
Eddie and me alone in the kitchen.  I wanted to ask him about what I
had seen him doing, but couldn't muster the courage.  Still, I was
curious about what I heard Mary Jo talking about and decided to ask
him about it again.

"Why won't you answer my question, Eddie?" I asked as I took a plate
from him and began to dry it.

"What question?" he replied, picking up a glass and washing it.

"You know; the question I asked you earlier.  I want to know what
jack off and blowjob means."

Eddie dropped the slippery glass and it shattered on the floor.  He
blushed and tried to put me off again, but I became insistent.

"Okay, fine!  I'll ask Mom and Dad.  I'll tell them I asked you but
you wouldn't talk to me." I told him as he picked up the pieces of
the broken glass.

"You're too young to learn about those things," he said, acting like
he was so much older than I was.

"I am not!  I'm only eleven months younger than you are."

"Jacking off is how a boy masturbates," Eddie choked out.

"Oh, like when a girl rubs her pussy?"  I said as calm as I could,
but I could feel my cheeks warming.

Eddie was speechless.  He cleaned up the broken glass, finished
washing the dishes and left me to dry them.  I heard the television
come on and the volume rise.  When I was finished, I went out to the
living room, sat on the floor and looked up at my brother on the
couch.

"Where did you learn that word?"  Eddie finally said.

"What word?"

"You know what word, the word you used in the kitchen."

"You mean pussy?  I heard it.  Why, is there something wrong with it?"

"Um, well, it's just not what I expected to hear from you."

"Why not?  Have you ever said it?  What do you call a girl's, you
know?"

"It's a vagina, Jen.  You had health just like I did."

"Yeah, right!  I just bet you call your thing a penis too."

"What else would I call it?"  He said smirking.

"A cock, a pecker, a dick..."

"Stop it!"

"Why?"

"Because you shouldn't talk like that, Jen."

I began to laugh at my brother and said, "I can just hear you and
your friends talking now.  Wow, did you see the breasts on that
chick."

"That's not how we talk."

"I figured!  It's not how my friends and I talk either."

Mom and Dad came in the house and our exchange ended.  I was still
curious, but I decided that jacking off was what I'd seen Eddie doing
in his room.

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