Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2008 06:11:57 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Austin and Stephanie's Story-chapter 1
This is only header information here, as I'm starting a new story. Which
should pretty definitely be in the same section as Mandy the Missionary
Girl. Which I think for the time being has gone far enough. But THIS one
will probably go further. And that's the end of my header information.
The following story involves an incestious relationship between a young
teenaged boy (which in this story would be me, the narrator) and his
half-sister. And she's ten months younger than he is. Which would make them
14 and 13. Then there's mom to take into consideration. Not right AWAY, but
it's very likely to happen after awhile; in fact, I'm almost sure of it; so
there you have it. Therefore, if reading such material is illegal then you
are to immediately exit.
And furthermore I should warn you that this is a bisexual story. I know how
shocking this might be, as I'm sure one would never expect such a theme to
appear in the bisexual-incest department of this website; but even so, I
felt I should warn you. The narrator of this story is a bit more interested
in his half-sister than in his good friend Austin, but he IS starved for sex
and at the start Austin seemed the better bet. But then the title might have
hinted that such shenanigans were a possibility.
Austin and Stephanie's Story
chapter one
If you have been reading my previous story (Mandy the Missionary Girl) then
you might be wondering what is to happen between Mandy and Seth and Julie
and Nicky. Well, I'm not sure yet. I'm thinking about it, OK? There IS a
strong possibility that I'll return to that story, and if I do, then there's
really not a lot left in the way of taboos to be violated, but...
I made most of it up anyway. Because honestly, at the time my old man
finally decided he'd had enough of me, my sister Mandy still had strong
scrupples and there wasn't a lot I could do about them except make up
stories about her. And besides, I wasn't picturing Mandy when I wrote that
story anyway, I was picturing my half-sister Stephanie as I imagined she'd
would've looked at age 12. Sort of mix and match if you will. Mandy never
rebelled. Or at least not very much she didn't. Want to know what REALLY
happened after that aborted checkup? Nothing. So see, I remained fairly
ignorant about quite a few things right up until... well, pretty much right
up until this story took place. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it was.
But I will tell you one last story about Mandy. I've already written it, (in
sort of a journal I was keeping) and it IS brief, soo... I'll just pick it
up from the point of the great accidental revelation. Where with cool
professionalism she rolled me over... and there it WAS! My penis. And she
reacted unfavorably. And that's where we'll pick things up. The TRUE story.
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"UGHH! GROSS!!"?? Now I ask you, is that professional? It is NOT
professional. And it wasn't gross either. Well, I never thought so. But
whatever, it did end the game and no, she would NOT let me be the doctor.
Well, that's just about all there is to that part of the story. The problem
is that I do not have a dominant personality. I guess I need to work on
that. Also my slyness admittedly needed some development, because like for
instance if you decided, "Well OK, I'll just wait until she gets into the
shower, then I'll pick the lock with my knife" you shouldn't say something
like, "Well, I guess you're going to take a shower, huh?", because beyond a
doubt that set off her early warning system. I picked the lock ok, but she'd
blockaded the place. At least I ASSUME she doesn't normally jam a chair up
under the door knob.
But now I don't even want to see her naked. Not anymore I don't. I mean
after all, she IS my sister.
However. She has this friend. Sherri Talbot. While I'm sure she's fairly
pure and all, she's also good looking and about a month ago she spent the
night with Mandy. I wasn't really thinking of peeking through the bathroom
window at her, but I was out in the back yard a little after nine, and I
just happened to glance over that way when the light went on and who did I
see but Sherri. The window was cracked open and I recognized her dress. But
that's all I saw at first, because the blinds were shut.
So I thought to myself, "I wonder.."
Then I saw her dress go up and I could not help but notice the bottom of a
white band that just had to be her bra. Now please understand, when I
noticed all this I was all the way on the other side of the yard. So I
thought, "Hmm" and was tempted. Oh, I was scared all right because if I got
caught, I don't even want to think about it, but in a matter of seconds with
my heart hammering away about a million miles an hour I was right up at that
window. With a stepladder. I guess if there hadn't been a stepladder leaning
up against the utility shed, I would have been shit out of luck. Of course
if I had tripped when I got my feet tangled up in the damn thing only a few
feet short of my goal, I would have REALLY been out of luck, I'd probably
still be in the hospital recovering. You know, from my father. But I got the
ladder in place and then I stealthily climbed up until I could see right
inside! Then she took off her bra! Right in front of my eyes! They were I
guess 34s and they jiggled and quivered a bit. And I didn't fall off the
ladder. She had a little black hair growing out under one of her nipples. It
was the left one I think.
It turned out that both Sherri and Mandy were in there. Mandy was in the
shower at the time, but I didn't want to see her anyway. Of course not. But
would you believe Sherri left her panties ON until she got into the shower?
Just what AILS these fundamentalist girls? I GUESS she took her panties off
before she turned on the water, but apparently she dried off BEFORE coming
out of the shower and when she did come out, she had them back on AGAIN.
So even if I could have looked directly at the frosted glass shower door I
doubt if I would've seen much; and from my vantage point I could only see
the left corner of it; but I was still trying my damnedest because I had a
sinking feeling if she wore her panties in, then it was a pretty good bet
she'd wear them back out, but anyway, that's how I accidentally saw Mandy. I
didn't mean to, but she was right in my line of sight. She came out all
chaste wrapped in a purple towel, then about the time the shower came back
on, she dropped it. And she didn't have anything on. Her breasts are fairly
large and she has a thatch of pubic hair. Well actually, she has quite a
bit. It's brown.
And boy oh boy do I ever have an upset stomach NOW. I wonder if a Rolaids
would help any?
I guess not.
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So I guess at this point it might be a good idea to fill you in on a few
more details. In Mandy the Missionary Girl you will notice that I gave
myself a mom. Who lived at home with us. But actually my mom hadn't been
living with us since I was about a year old. She ran off with a song
evangelist right after a revival. Right. Some revival THAT was. Sooo... she
lived in sin with this person for about six months. Only then he was gone,
so THEN she was just living in sin first by herself, then about four months
later with her love child, Stephanie. I never even saw her until my dad
allowed us to spend a little time with her the summer I was 10. Me and Mandy
I mean. But when I was 13, I spent the entire summer with her. Because my
father was thinking about becoming an evangelist himself. And by then he'd
remarried, (and I NEVER got along with that woman), so anyway, I really
think he was trying to get rid of me. You've heard of adolescent rebellion?
Well, I was having one (so having me along while he tested the evangelistic
waters that summer could've been a bit counterproductive) and this was even
MORE the case by the time I was 14. Which is where this story begins, after
my old man told my mom if she wanted me, she could HAVE me. And yippee!
But anyway. More from my journal, OK? I wrote this shortly before my old man
threw me out for good. And really, it's important, you'll see. But I suppose
I might as well tell you that the part about what happened when I was 13 DID
happen, but the part about what happened the next summer was just wishful
thinking on my part. But it's still important. And I HOPE you'll eventually
see that it is. See, number one it establishes exactly where I was prior to
that summer. Which would be naive as shit. And number two, I sort of used
this story later on with Austin. So I might as well let you in on it.
Really, I don't think it's all THAT bad, soo...
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Oh by the way. My name's Seth. And if I'm going to explain about what
happened, then I guess I should start by telling you about the summer
before.
Stephanie is about ten months younger than me and most the time she's a
pain. Which is why I just stayed away from her as much as possible. But one
rainy afternoon I was stuck in the house with her and she was acting up
again.
She kept going on about how she thought Putt'n'Putt was a sissy game. (It's
minature golf. And that's where I spent most of my free time. I got hooked
on it.) So to get back, I started calling her by her middle name. Which
happens to be Claudette. She doesn't like that. But what she REALLY hates is
Claude. So after I called her Claude a few times, all at once she just
tackled me and before I knew it, she pinned me to the floor. Which was
pretty embarrassing.
I'm small for my age. So she outweighed me by ten or fifteen pounds and she
was about four inches taller. But the BIGGEST reason she pinned me was that
I was shy around girls. Real shy. I liked them OK, but I didn't know exactly
what was expected and I especially didn't know how to act when some girl
wanted to WRESTLE and I was afraid to grab her or anything because she had
breasts. Not big, but she had some, and I WANTED to, but I just COULDN'T. I
don't KNOW why, but I couldn't make myself do it even when she didn't have
my wrists pinned to the floor. Then once she pinned me it was too late. And
when she finally let GO of my wrists, what did I do? I started trying to
squirm loose and I was almost crying. Sometimes I hate really myself, I
swear. So what did she do? She started trying to pull my PANTS down and I
didn't even have on any underwear that day!! Or a belt, either. Or even a
shirt.
But about the underwear I can pretty much explain. Everything was in the
wash, OK?
Well all right then. It just seemed sort of daring not to wear my underwear
even if nothing was showing. And it felt good too. But I guess my pants were
looser on me than I thought. They didn't start out that way, but once she
started yanking on them, they sure got that way pretty damn fast.
So I was upset. Because not only was I small for my age, I was also a
late-bloomer. My balls were getting bigger but that was about all there was
to it. So under any circumstances I wouldn't have wanted her to see me
naked, but I SURE didn't want her to THEN.
But anyway. She was trying to yank my pants down and I was trying to keep
her from doing that, but it wasn't looking good.
I said, "Damn it, leave me alone!" It didn't faze her one bit.
"Uh uh" she answered. She was still laughing. In fact, it looked like she
was about to go into hysterics. And then she unsnapped them! My pants.
So at THAT point, I somehow managed to spin over on my stomach, but I still
wasn't able to get away, and before I knew it, they were all the way down
past my knees. Then she started smacking on my butt. I hope she liked it. I
guess I have a fairly nice behind. No thanks to my old man, but I still do.
Which is as good a way of looking at it as any I guess.
But seriously, it was at this point that I yelled, "Stephanie, if you don't
stop this shit, I'll tell!"
Yeah, I know. Wimp wimp wimp. Although I wouldn't really have told, because
no matter HOW I put it, it wasn't going to sound right, but at last she got
OFF of me and I got my pants back up.
I spent most of the rest of that day blushing. Because SHE spent most of the
day sniggering plus she kept saying stuff like "Poor little Seth", with
particular emphasis being placed on "little", so it sounded like maybe she
got a peek after all. Or maybe she just felt it through my pants while she
was squirming around on top of me, but whatever, I was really humiliated.
Although eventually I thought, "Well, if she saw it, she saw it. So I should
see her." Which seemed fair enough to me, but every SINGLE time I started to
mention it, I was struck dumb. I SHOULD'VE yanked her damn panties down,
that's what I SHOULD have done, but I didn't. I thought of a lot of things I
was going to do to get even, but in the end I didn't do anything, or at
least not last summer.
I've changed some by now. Although I'm not much taller and I still can't
seem to gain any weight, one thing HAS grown. Some. So once I knew I'd be up
here again, I thought about it and there were several times when I hoped she
WOULD start on my pants again. I wasn't SURE about that, but I definitely
wanted an excuse to pull HERS down. And you can be VERY sure about that.
But when I got up here I found out she'd changed too. She had a boyfriend.
I thought she was way too young to be going steady, but she still was. His
name was Evans and he played football and he shaved. Just about every damn
morning he shaved and if Stephanie wasn't on the phone talking to him, then
she was probably at a city pool watching him flex his muscles and she didn't
WANT to rassle with me, she just wished I'd GROW UP.
So I'd just about lost all hope and I wasn't even thinking about it anymore.
But then it happened. Friday night, June 17th. I got home around ten and for
a change she wasn't on the phone, she was down in the den watching TV. Then
not long after that mom called to say she was visiting a friend and wouldn't
be in until at least one.
"Mom's got a boyfriend" said Stephanie in a sing-song voice.
No comment from me, so after a brief pause she added, "I bet you don't even
know what I'm talking about."
"Oh, I know all right" I said.
"Yeah? What?"
Well, I was pretty sure I knew what she was talking about, but exactly how
was I to say it? So finally I just shrugged and said, "Well, I guess she's
old enough to do whatever she wants."
So once she figured out I wasn't going to be too awfully specific about it,
she started in from another angle. "You got a girl friend?"
I shrugged.
"That's just what I thought" she said. "Well, you never will have one as
long as you keep spending all day at that stupid PUTT'n'Putt. That's for
babies."
"You just THINK it is" I replied.
Then she said, "Oh, you poor little thing."
And I knew what she was implying. Which was an opening, right? So I was
GOING to say, "Well, I just might not be as little as you think" and see if
that lead anywhere. But I'm not too sure WHAT I said. Something about how
people change. But whatever it was, it was really lame and I mumbled and
looked down at the floor and turned red.
"What did you say? I didn't quite catch that", she said.
"Nothing" I mumbled.
"Oh, it was something about changing I think. Well, I'll tell you something.
I SAW your little dick last summer and you know what? I bet you haven't
changed one bit. I bet you don't even have any hair yet."
I blushed some more, but I looked at her defiantly and shot back, "Oh yeah?
Well just how MUCH you want to bet on that?"
"I just bet you don't, that's all."
"Well, I do."
"So let's see it then" she said.
"Well, let me see yours".
"You go to hell."
"Well, you started it. Shit, I've got more than you do I bet."
"What? Hair?"
"Yeah."
"Down here" and she pointed between her legs. Which gave me a charge. But
then it doesn't take very much for that to happen.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about" I answered. I probably quavered some.
"If you have more than I do, I'll kiss your ass!"
"Well, I guess there ain't but one way to find out". And as you might
expect, by then my heart was palpitating quite a bit.
Now I was fairly sure I DIDN'T have more hair down there, not that I'd seen
her naked, but I'd seen some of those "what in the heck is HAPPENING to me?"
books at the library and at Waldenbooks, so I guessed her pubic hair started
about the same time her breasts did. So I figured she'd have a lot but all I
have is a little above my pecker. But that didn't matter because I just
wanted to see her naked and if I had to kiss her ass to do it, then I would.
Without hesitation. I'd give her a hickey on her ass, that's what I'd do.
Only at that point she told me to forget it.
But then I happened to notice the deck of cards. They'd been there the whole
time. So I asked, "You want to play strip poker?"
"Oh, why not?" she said.
Damn. So THAT was what a palpitating heart felt like. But before we started
she laid down some conditions, like no touching below the waist for
instance. And no touching above the waist either. She had to be true to
Evans. But the deal about who had the most hair was still on. Oh. So if I
had the most, she'd kiss my ass, just like she said. But if she had the
most, (and I guessed she would, but I was still going to count the muthers
one at a time just to make sure), she did NOT want me to kiss HER ass. No, I
had to run around the house naked. Five times. Outside. And while her back
yard has a pretty high fence around it, her front yard doesn't have a fence
period. Well, umm, I had to think about that some.
She smirked, "So you still want to play?"
Oh, why not? So the game was begun, but it wasn't long until complications
arose, like she was really lucky and not only that, she had on more articles
of clothing to begin with since I couldn't count my shoes and socks. So she
had ONE more article then. I had my pants, shirt and my undershorts. And I
usually do wear underwear by the way. In case you were wondering. She was
wearing shorts, blouse, panties and bra. So I lost the first hand and my
shirt. Then I lost the next hand.
"Well, take 'em off" she said lecherously.
... And if I lost one MORE hand, I was going to be naked and she hadn't
taken off a damn THING... now wait just one fucking minute!
"If you're going to chicken out, I'm quitting" she said. QUIT? Just what in
the hell did she mean, QUIT? She hadn't even started!
So we argued awhile. First she had to take her blouse off, then we could say
we started out even I said. It was only fair.
She shrugged and calm as could be, unbuttoned the top two buttons on her
blouse, then stopped. "Well, go on, get 'em off", she said lasciviously.
"Go ahead and take your blouse off, then I will", I said tremulously.
So nonchalantly she did. Then I pulled my pants off. Quickly, so I didn't
lose my nerve.
She had cleavage. Definitely. But the fact that she was down to her BRA... I
mean in a bikini top you could go outside and not get yourself arrested, but
in a BRA... I don't know... could they arrest you for that? If I went out in
my underwear, I bet they would arrest ME; and with a boner I KNOW they
would. Oh, it was noticeable and I was embarrassed, but it looked kind of
impressive. I'll not bullshit you about how it's eight inches long or
something, because really it's about normal and maybe that's all it'll ever
amount to, but it's possible right then she had to wonder about it. Puberty
is strange, and the way people change sure is, so I COULD have had a lot of
hair, even if it hadn't started any place she could see.
But if both of us had a lot, then how would you know who had the most
anyway?
Beats me, but anyway, she shrugged and began dealing out another hand. Only
I wanted to make SURE I was going to see her naked even if I ended up
losing.
So I said, "You're not going to just SAY you have more hair, I have to SEE
it, OK?"
"You will" she said.
"And not just a flash either. You have to take everything off. Completely."
"If I end up losing, I will."
"That's not fair" I said.
"You can't just change the rules because you're about to lose-"
"Well..."
"Well, WHAT?" (That was Stephanie in case you lost track.)
Well, I didn't exactly know what, so I didn't say anything at all.
So finally she said, "OK, if you lose, I'll take off everything and you can
SMELL it if you want to; but if you lose the bet? Well, not only do you have
to run around the house five times, you ALSO have to go out in the middle of
the street and do twenty jumping jacks before you can come back in. So you
want to keep playing or not?"
I said something like, "Uh... uh...uh.. umm, well..." and then gave up. And
I thought about it. Finally I managed, "Ten jumping jacks."
"Fifteen."
Oh why not? Yes, I was insane and so was she, because if I got arrested,
then explaining WHY I was out there in the first damn place could REALLY
have led to some complications. I mean I don't think my mom is quite THAT
liberal. But Stephanie dealt out another hand.
I'd lost with a pair of tens and I'd lost with a big fat nothing so when I
drew to a pair of fours, I was ready for the worse. She likes to draw things
out, so she lay down one at a time a queen, a jack, a ten, a six and...
and.. (well, it couldn't have been a flush) ... and.. (but she was
smirking)... a trey. Whew!
So she coolly pulled her shorts off. She had on white bikini panties. I was
impressed, but I had to glance away real quick and think about being killed
in a car wreck or something. Those panties were brief! Somehow, I fought
back the sweet aching.
"It's my deal" I mumbled. And holy cow, I drew three sevens! She didn't even
bother drawing it out, she just threw her cards down, unsnapped her bra and
let it fall into her lap. Then she threw it at me. And I sniffed it just to
be doing it. It smelled pretty good too.
"Give me the cards" she snapped. Her breasts bounced and quivered some. They
weren't REAL big, but they looked nice. And I STILL didn't shoot off.
But I lost the next hand. So I shrugged, pulled my undies down, stepped out
of them and tried to act nonchalant. Which was hard to do with my penis
sticking almost straight up in the air, but I did my best.
But she didn't make any comment about that, she just said, "Well, you lose"
and she stood up and peeled her panties off. Then she threw them at me too.
Which didn't help my hard-on any. She had a LOT of hair. I wanted to touch
it. She said no, I had some running to do. And some jumping jacks.
"Well, I really WILL if you let me put my hand between your legs. OK? Just
for a second or-"
Then she started trying to push me up the stairs and I guess on out the
front door. Well, first she just about yanked my arm out of it's socket and
started dragging me across the floor. Then I scrambled to my feet. THEN she
started trying to march me outside. Only I resisted. I think I touched her
pubic mound though. I'm pretty sure that's what it was. It was soft and sort
of bristly. And warm. Although I didn't actually see where my hand touched
because I was trying to get away. Because I wasn't ABOUT to go out there
naked with my pecker on full red alert; I wasn't THAT insane; so I broke
loose. But while we were wrestling around also I touched her breasts. That
was great! Then I ducked into a corner. Which is how she cornered my ass.
Well, slowly she advanced, closer and closer. I would start to go one way,
like a cat she would block my path. Wow! I LOVED watching her breasts bounce
around like that. You should have seen it. She hypnotized me I think.
Because all of a sudden, her hand darted out and she grabbed my pecker and
yanked down on it like it was the handle on a slot machine. And she hit the
jackpot. I sure didn't intend to shoot off on her, in fact, when it happened
I was MORTIFIED, but now I'm glad I did it.
Actually, I made that up. In the first place, summer hasn't even arrived
yet. (It is now May 17th.)
But she DID pull my pants down. Last summer. She very definitely was a pain
in the ass. She's a tomboy I guess. She plays soccer and tennis. And she
used to play little league baseball. So one day she started wrestling on me.
She can wrestle pretty good as well. And while she didn't exactly push her
breasts into my face, she did get me in a leg lock. My damn face was right
up in her crotch. Only I didn't get very much out of it because she was
about to choke me. And anyway, last summer she didn't even HAVE breasts. She
had bumps. See, I saw HER one morning. Well, she had her panties on, but
that's all. And really she didn't even act like it bothered her. Well, she
slammed her door shut, but she didn't try to hide anything, she just walked
up to the door and slammed it, that's all.
But she definitely saw me naked once. That was when I was ten. I was
visiting for about a week. Back then I wore pajamas. I hate to admit it, but
I did. So that summer the pajamas I had with me were a little too big in the
waist and if I didn't watch out they could fall down on me. They weren't
THAT loose, but every now and then I'd have to pull them back up a little.
But anyway, one morning I'd just gotten up and was walking down the hall to
the bathroom when she came out of her room and just to be on the safe side I
jerked at my waist, but in doing so I instead unsnapped them and the damn
things dropped like a rock. I couldn't believe it, but it happened. And I
never have worn my underwear under my pajamas. Because it's more comfortable
not too, that's why. (Now I wear gym shorts at night, but I STILL don't
bother with underwear unless I'm at a friend's house or at camp or something
like that.) But anyway, that's how she saw me when I was ten. She just about
died laughing. And she told mom and SHE thought it was pretty funny too, but
then when she saw how red-faced I was, she told me not to worry about it,
that accidents would happen.
But anyway, last summer Stephanie was tall and skinny. And she has knobby
knees. But she IS cute. She has straight blond hair. Sometimes I think about
us wrestling with her just in her panties. And THEN she gets me in another
leg lock. But this time I react differently, I tickle my way out of it.
Well, I don't really know what Stephanie will look like this summer but I
WILL be up, looks like for good, so if something DOES happen, I'll be sure
to let you know about it.
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All my chapters aren't likely to be this long, but my thinking is I should
go ahead and get the preliminary stuff out of the way first. So the next
three entries (from a journal I really was keeping) came after I arrived in
Minneapolis, which is where my mom lived. And I don't know if I should
mention this or not, but it's kind of hard have normal mother-son feelings
when I didn't even know her for most of my life. Just a bit of
foreshadowing, is all.
Monday, June 13...So OK, I would now like to talk about Stephanie some.
Although I STILL don't have any good news to report. Sorry, but I don't.
Although at least I wasn't thrown out of the house and told never to
return.
She's taller, (5-6 or so) but still skinny. But she DOES have boobs. Not big
yet, but she has them. And although she doesn't have a boy friend yet, about
all she TALKS about is boys. If she's home at all, then she's most likely on
the phone talking to this girl or that girl, and it's always about boys. But
she barely notices me at all.
Except she did notice yesterday. I don't WANT to her to, and she does.
See, they have a backyard pool now. It's a modest affair, but it's deep
enough to drown in I guess and she has that backyard fence for privacy and
lounge chairs and a round table with a big beach umbrella. So anyway,
yesterday morning mom wondered if I wanted to go for a swim with her and
Stephanie.
I haven't mentioned this before, but she's pretty good-looking herself. So
34 isn't really isn't all THAT old and she's into aerobics. Yesterday she
wore a black two-piece. It wasn't a bikini, but even so, there was a fair
amount of cleavage. Although to tell you the truth I don't guess her breasts
are that big either, but I don't like them real big anyway. I saw them last
summer. One morning she was wearing her robe and I guess that was ALL and
she leaned over to get the sugar and there they were, right down to the
nipples. They weren't one bit floppy either. They looked nice.
Stephanie wore a little blue number with a floral design on it and while it
was a one-piece, it almost blew my mind. It covered her top completely and
tightly enough that it almost looked like she didn't even have boobs
anymore, but the BOTTOM was something ELSE. It's the way it was cut. All of
her hips were in view, most of her behind and I could even see some of her
V! I think about all that was covered was her pubic mound. I am not making
this up. So I don't know if she has hair or not, but if she does, then she
almost HAD to have shaved some of it. (And I think it's a good assumption
that by now she's started growing some.)
I have a pair of somewhat revealing swim trunks myself, but they're at
Matthew's. I guess they are anyway. That's where I left them last summer,
since they were too small for me THEN. So you can imagine what they would
look like on me now. They're Speedos like they wear at the Olympics. I mean
the bottom of my cheeks were out in the open and you could almost see my
crack and they were tight! And that was LAST year. It was Matthew's idea
though, he went with me when I went shopping.
I said, "Damn Matthew, these are too small!"
And he said, "No they're not. That's the style in Europe."
So I bought them even though I was in Minnesota, not Europe, then when I
wore them, he kept trying to yank them down on me. (Sigh.) Well, I only wore
them over at his place anyway.
I did have a pair packed, but while they MIGHT have been in style before
World War II, they sure aren't now. So I cut off a pair of sweat pants a
little above the knees. I think I look like a New Yorker that way, like
maybe from Brooklyn. And I didn't THINK I needed to wear any underwear. I
wasn't trying to be an exhibitionist, in fact, the reason I didn't wear
underwear was because I thought I'd be embarrassed if they could see the
outline of them after my cutoffs got wet. Just the OPPOSITE of being an
exhibitionist. But as it turned out... well, they sure could've seen them
all right, because when that 50% acrylic fiber 50% cotton material gets wet,
it is molded to every contour of your body. I didn't know it was going to be
like THAT. I had no IDEA.
But right off I had to get INTO the water because just as I walked up
Stephanie climbed out of the pool. And up until I saw it, I would not have
believed it, that's all. So to say the least I was impressed and so was my
goddamn id. It pitched a tent in no time flat, almost before I even hit the
water. Only then things got worse. Because I don't know if it was due to
refraction, diffraction or what, but in the water it actually seemed to be
MAGNIFIED. My tent. So anyway, I made my way to the edge of the pool and
looked as nonchalant as I could under the circumstances, thinking about bad
things like the time in the sixth grade when I accidentally saw up old lady
Hardison's dress. It was an accident, because looking up her dress is enough
to wilt Satan's noodle. Ug-ly. But my id didn't WANT to dwell on ug-ly. I
thought it was NEVER going down.
So I guess I can forget all about Stephanie starting in on me with the poor
little Seth routine, because I KNOW she saw it. But I'm afraid I didn't see
any unbridled lust in her eyes. About to bust out laughing; that I DID see.
But if mom noticed any of that, she didn't let on about it.
See, my old man doesn't "believe in" mixed bathing. You would not believe
how many things he doesn't "believe in". But by mixed bathing I'm not
talking about taking a bath with a member of the opposite sex; although you
can bet he doesn't believe in that either; no, in his lexicon, mixed bathing
means swimming at public beaches or swimming pools or any place where both
sexes mingle one with another in just their swimming suits. Even pre-World
War II swimming suits. Although it's OK with your immediate family. You
won't go to Hell for that. Also aunts and uncles who aren't your actual
legal guardians can be included as immediate family if you know them pretty
good and cousins can be included. Assuming your relatives aren't running
around near naked, of course.
Up until I was about twelve I mostly believed what I was taught, even if a
good deal of the time what I wholeheartedly believed was that I was headed
straight to Hell. See, the way I was taught, sin was sin. For instance, when
I was in the fourth grade I was always not doing my homework. Because I
didn't see any POINT in doing fifty arithmetic problems if I already knew
how to do them. So my father would ask if my homework was done and I'd say
yes, when I was probably three WEEKS behind. So when I lay my head down to
sleep that night, behind in my homework and fibbing about it too, WHERE do
you think I was going to end up if I passed away that night? In Hell; even
if I was only ONE DAY behind, I'd still end up in the lake of burning fire
for as long as Adolph Hitler or Elvis Presley, because sin is sin, a fib is
a sin, not doing what you're told is a sin and I was told and told and TOLD
to do my homework. Now do you think that's fair? When I already knew how to
do the problems?
And I also wasn't doing my homework in the sixth grade. So fine. I miss one
assignment, I'm not doing what I'm told, so if I die without repenting (AND
doing my homework), I go to Hell. If I miss FIFTY assignments, same thing.
If I look at pictures of naked ladies, same thing. If I think cuss words,
same damn thing. If I rob the First National Bank, same thing. If I poison
the water supply of the Atlanta metropolitan area, same thing. If I go
swimming at a public beach, same thing. See?
So I WISH when I was ten and me and Mandy were spending two weeks with up
here, I'd gone swimming at Lake Minnetonka instead of acting like a
sanctimonious little prick. To this day, I still feel bad about it. I swear,
no matter what, I'm going to feel bad about SOMETHING. But really, mom asked
off work so she could take us. And what did I do? I told her I couldn't go.
Mandy didn't say a single thing, by the way.
So naturally mom wanted to know why not. She said, "Mandy's going and she's
your sister. Stephanie's going and she's your half-sister. I'm going. We're
the only ones, no outsiders. Seth, I'm sure your father wouldn't mind that."
"But there'll be other people around" I said. "You said so yourself. You
said we'd better get going before it gets too crowded."
"Oh Seth, nobody is even going to notice us!"
"It's a sin. I can't go."
Stephanie was looking at me like I was from another planet and Mandy... she
looked disappointed! I could have told on her for that. I didn't though. And
we also didn't go to Lake Minnetonka. We went to some park and had a picnic.
So I WISH it had worked out like this: It took awhile, but finally she got
me to at least go with them, since she sure couldn't leave me by myself all
day and anyway, I didn't absolutely HAVE to go swimming, I could walk around
and stuff. But she still took my trunks along in case I changed my mind.
Well, first I decided I wouldn't tell on Mandy. Which was really decent of
me. Then I wondered if I would be sinning if I should happen to see girls
and ladies in their swimming suits. Well, Stephanie was wearing her skimpy
two-piece in the car at that very moment. But she was my half-sister. So
far, so good. Just barely. But then on the other hand, I could hardly avoid
seeing girls and ladies NOT related to me dressed in immodest apparel unless
maybe I wanted to keep my eyes shut all day, so finally I decided no, it
wouldn't be a sin. I wouldn't pay any attention to them.
Well, it can get hot in Minnesota and that day it was. It was REALLY hot.
Hey, wait a minute! Unless it was a Sunday, it was OK with my father if I
wore cutoffs in the summer and it was also OK if I didn't wear a shirt.
Well, my swimming trunks weren't one bit shorter than my cutoffs!
So at last I went mixed bathing, although I tried very hard not to look at
the women. I probably wouldn't have noticed them at all; since back then I
was more interested in snakes and bugs; but I kept wondering what it was I
wasn't supposed to notice in the first place. Other than just below the
waist. Below the waist I knew about. I knew I wasn't supposed to look, not
in front OR in back. There were an awful lot of girl's behinds on view that
day, not the whole kit and kaboodle, but still more than I was accustomed
to, and like I said, I tried not to look, which is how I discovered breasts.
Well, I did discover breasts after I moved to Atlanta, but it sure would
have saved me some grief if I'd already KNOWN about them.
What I REALLY wish though is that Mandy hadn't been up there at all. And
while we're wishing, I also wish that my mom had a pool back then. And let's
just say again that I wouldn't go to Lake Minnetonka.
So. The next day mom was at work and it was hot again. But of course it
wasn't a sin to go swimming with stephanie, who was already in the pool
anyway. So I got into my pre-World War II red tartan plaid swimming trunks
that made my legs look like match sticks, put on my flip flops and
self-consciously made my way to the pool, where I sat down and splashed
water with my feet. Stephanie started giggling.
So I asked her, "What's so funny?"
"You are" she said. "I mean, aren't you afraid you're sinning, letting me
see your legs like that?"
"No" I answer, "My father said it was OK as long as you were related."
"You mean you can sit there staring at me and not commit a sin?"
"I am NOT staring" I snapped. Which wasn't entirely true, but I didn't MEAN
to. "Besides" I added huffily, "I don't see anything to stare AT."
"Oh yeah?" She climbed out of the pool and adjusted her two-piece so not too
much of her bottom was showing. That WAS something to stare at but I didn't
do it for long. An evil smile crossed her face. "Well, what if I take my top
off? Would we be sinning then?" and then she TOOK off her top.
"No" I said, "that's not sinning because I don't see anything I haven't seen
before." Which was true enough. Her chest looked just about like mine except
she was real white where her top had been. It beat me why she even WORE a
top.
"Oh yeah? Well, what if I take my BOTTOM off? Then would we be sinning?"
Yes, that would definitely be a sin.
And then... No, wait a minute. Let's just back up here.
I sit down at the edge of the pool and kick water, Stephanie starts making
fun of me, then she takes off her top but that's all. I get into the water
and start swimming around. She starts splashing water at me. I splash back
and almost DROWN that girl. I start climbing out of the pool. She grabs the
back of my red tartan plaid swimming trunks and yanks them down. NOW I have
a full-blown spiritual crisis on my hands and I can't say that I can recall
that sort of thing ever being dealt with in "Bart Goodbody, Young Christian
Warrior." Bart said no to drugs and turned in the people doing it so they
could receive help. And of course he said no to alcohol but he DIDN'T turn
in the ones drinking at first, so Mary Beth, the popular homecoming queen,
got run over by a train and went to Hell. From that time on, his lesson
learned, Bart turned in all under-age drinkers. He also said no to tobacco
and profanity and off-color stories and dancing at the school prom and
working on the Sabbath, but no girl EVER yanked his damn swimming trunks
down. He did go swimming from time to time, as in "After an invigorating
swim", or "After a refreshing dip in the lake's bracing cold waters" ...
BLEAH! But of course Bart didn't spend any time lounging by the pool though.
Oh no.
So back at my mom's imaginary backyard pool of four years ago, after
Stephanie yanked my swimming trunks down, you KNOW I'd pull them right back
up. Now I suppose Bart would have immediately left the scene and called 911
so the poor girl could receive expert professional help, but me, I wouldn't
know WHAT to do, but I'd know that girl had seen my bottom all right.
"Oh, nice butt!" she would say laughing like crazy. Only nine years old and
she's cussing!
I'd just look at her for about thirty seconds or so, then I'd say to her,
"You better hope you don't die tonight because if you do, you'll go to Hell.
You know that?"
"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure? You don't know anything."
"You will" I would say with great finality.
"Why?"
"You KNOW what you did. And you cussed too."
"Butt isn't cussing and I sure hope if I go to Hell it's for something
better than seeing your little bitty worm."
"My WHAT?"
"Your worm, dummy. You know, your peter."
................ "You did NOT see that. You didn't."
"Oh yes I did too. It's a little round long thing. Well, it isn't really all
that long, but you have two little bitty balls down below it. They're in
this... well, it looked like a bag or something. Sort of."
I had to admit that that did sort of sound like my thing all right. Well.
You KNOW how this is going to work out, don't you?
"Yeah, well I'm LEAVING. Hope you have fun" I say as I step into my flip
flops. And I start flip flopping away, studiously avoiding even LOOKING at
that little Jezebel.
"You are SUCH a little sissy" she yells, then just as I was opening the
gate... PHLOP!... something wet smacks into the back of my head. It was the
BOTTOM of her two piece! So I would not be able to help it. Incredulously I
would turn to look at her and there she would be, swimming across the pool
without so much as a solitary stitch on. But all I could see would be her
white bottom. But I would not be able to look away! Oh phooey! I have sinned
AGAIN! And she would climb partly out of the pool; like most of her bottom
would be out of the water; then keeping her back to me she would look at me
and ask, "Have you ever seen a girl's thing?"
I probably would have said, "Yeah, sure, plenty of times", except then she
might have asked me to describe it to her, so I would admit that I hadn't.
"Well, if you've got enough nerve to take your trunks off, I'll let you."
Even though her bargaining position wouldn't have been nearly as strong as
she seemed to think since after all I already had her bottom, I probably
wouldn't have thought of that. "You mean we're go.. going to... uh, swim
aro- around... na- na- NAKED?"
"Yeah! I will if you will."
So like I said, I would have already sinned. And since I would have just
been standing there bug-eyed, it should be obvious that I hadn't gotten
around to repenting yet. So I could later on, right? Well, of course. I
mean after all, it's no worse than not doing my damn homework.
I think me and her swimming around in our birthday suits and playing tag and
doctor just might have changed my whole outlook on life, but what's really
weird about all this is that whenever I think about how it might have been,
the BIGGEST kick is thinking about how it would have felt stepping out of my
swimming trunks in front of her. That is a trip! Really! Which is strange
since I STILL don't like thinking about what happened yesterday.
And here's another weird thought. It's not that I wouldn't want to play out
the same scene now, but I swear, I almost like thinking about how it COULD
have been more than how it could be NOW. Well, hold on a second while I get
my pipe lit, ok? Yes. Like THEN there were things we really couldn't do,
you know? At least not much. ... Oh boy. Do you suppose I'm AFRAID of...
nah. It COULDN'T be. But shit, I don't know, it just seems like it might
have been better when you didn't KNOW about it, that's all.
Anyway, I'm sure I would have gotten an awfully big kick out of my first
glimpse of her thing and now that I think of it, her thing now is even MORE
interesting... I'm almost positive about this... so... I just don't know.
Oh well. If I can think of any half logical way of getting mom into the pool
in HER birthday suit, I will. (But of course we're talking about the world
of make-believe here.) As a matter of fact, I have already thought of a
couple of possibilities, but now I'm returning to the real world. At least
tomorrow morning I will. Right now I'm pooped.
Saturday, June 25... I don't guess this is going to be so bad after all. I'm
having a little trouble believing this, but about an hour ago I had still
another unforgettable experience. So I think I'll start another paragraph
and tell you about it.
I got up around six this morning. I woke up and just couldn't go back to
sleep. Nobody else was up. Mom usually gets up around 7:15, but because it
was Saturday, I figured she'd sleep late. And Stephanie is almost never up
before ten. At any rate I decided to go out into the back yard and catch a
quick buzz. So I did, in just my gym shorts. Then I went back inside, kicked
back in the recliner down in the den and switched on MTV. But unfortunately
I was then hit with a bad case of paranoia, even more so than usual. It
doesn't happen ALL the time, but it happens. At worse, my paranoia attacks
are like messages of doom from another dimension and so it occurred to me as
that I was going to die before the day was over. I was sure of this. Pretty
sure.
But about ten minutes later I started feeling a little better. There still
seemed to be some reason for concern, but at least there was some hope. Now
it is also true that sometimes I get paranoid without even getting high and
as of late it's often true that I decide if I'm about to die, I might as
well whack off one more time while I still can. So I'm not sure if I was
REALLY going to down in the den or not, but I was at least THINKING about
it, and so it was that I was reclined in the recliner enveloped in a cloud
of mournful sensuality, halfheartedly rubbing myself when who should walk in
on cat's feet but mom! Well, at least I hadn't pulled my gym shorts off or
even down (although I was thinking about that as well), but I don't know if
she saw anything or not. I didn't even HEAR her, (obviously), just all of a
sudden she was in the room.
"Well, good morning, you're up awfully early" she said pleasantly enough.
She yawned and asked, "Mind if I watch the news for awhile?" and then before
I could say no, I didn't, she was switching to Headline News.
She didn't even have a house coat on, just a pale yellow night gown. At
first glance it didn't seem that revealing, I mean it wasn't sleeveless, nor
would it have revealed much in the way of cleavage unless she had leaned
over, and it came down to a couple of inches below her knees. Although at
first I was afraid to look at her because I might have seen in her face that
she'd seen me rubbing myself. But when her back was to me while she was
switching channels, I couldn't help noticing that the flickering light of
the TV had made her gown almost transparent and she wasn't wearing anything
underneath. I am not making this up. You probably don't believe me, but I'm
not! I could clearly see the twin globes of her behind. Then she sat down
across from me and PUT HER FEET UP ON THE FOOT STOOL, yawned and stuck her
nose in the paper. And I saw it. I saw everything for a good thirty seconds.
Then I guess she remembered she wasn't by herself and put her feet back
down. She didn't glance over to see if I was trying to look though and I'm
glad she didn't. Tent, you know. And I still cannot believe what I saw. She
shaves her beaver! ALL OF IT. I can't BELIEVE that. But I SAW it. So I guess
she does. Her vulva looked very large.
But anyway, after a few minutes she got up to get another cup of coffee and
I zipped upstairs to my room. I don't think it took more than four strokes.
I don't think she knows I saw her. It's possible that she suspects, but it's
not my fault.
And I swear this is a true story.
I wonder if Stephanie knows?
Wednesday, June 29.. Well, after what I told you about mom, you might not
believe this, but this afternoon ... Shit. I still can't believe it myself.
This sure has been an interesting summer. REALLY interesting.
So OK. Up till yesterday I wasn't paying all that much attention to
Stephanie because she wasn't paying very much to me. Although really neither
one of us seemed to be home all that much anyway.
But this afternoon I decided I'd better go home to wash some clothes. And
besides that, I wanted to spend some quality time by myself. I like hanging
out with Austin, but there are times when I just need to think about things.
Also, sometimes I like to talk to myself. And it's better if you do that
while you're alone.
So when I got home a little before five, it seemed almost perfect. I had the
place all to myself and I already knew mom wouldn't be home until at least
7:30 and Stephanie wasn't likely to be around for a good while either. And
she left her boom box in the den along her Pet Shop Boys tape. Cool. Mostly
she has poor taste when it comes to music, but there are a few exceptions,
and that was one of them. So I caught a nice buzz out by the pool while
lounging in the lounge chair. But I only smoked about half of one, that's
all I needed.
Then I decided to swim awhile. In my underwear. I was sort of nervous about
going in naked. I did dive in naked one time and swam across the pool and it
felt nice but then I happened to hear Mr. and Mrs. Bucholz next door
puttering about in their rose garden which is right next to the fence. Which
would have put them about five feet away. So I know they couldn't see
through the fence unless they cut a peep hole, but I had an understandable
attack of paranoia, so I got my shorts back on in a hurry. But I wasn't
going to let them mess up everything and anyway, one time last summer I
looked out my upstairs window and I saw Mrs. Bucholz in her back yard
catching some rays in HER underwear so I guessed I could catch some sun in
MINE. (About two years ago, Stephanie giggling mentioned how once she saw
Mrs. Bucholz out in her back yard NAKED but she's fifty-something and not
all that well preserved, so I don't think I WANT to see her naked. I might
look, but only for about a second.)
So. I guess it was about 5:40. I was still in my wet underwear with my
shades on and my Braves cap on backwards finishing off that roach sitting at
the edge of the pool, splashing water with my feet. I had one of my tapes
on. Pink Floyd's "A Momentary Lapse Of Reason". I really like it. So there I
was in the middle of a toke when Stephanie walked up behind me and went
"Boo!" and I jumped about a foot and dropped my roach in the water. But it
could've been worse, since I couldn't have gotten much more off of it anyway
and of course I could've been naked. I was about to go for naked and the
hell with the Bucholzs, but thankfully when she came out of nowhere I
wasn't. And no, you DIDN'T already KNOW what was going to happen; it could
have been mom. Or maybe Mrs. Bucholz. Or somebody checking the electric
meter. Or one of Stephanie's girlfriends. You don't know anything.
Except now that I think of it, I guess you probably did know seeing as how I
started this out by mentioning her. But it still could have been her and one
or more of her girlfriends. That would have been embarrassing. FIVE of them.
And five of their hunky boyfriends. About to DIE laughing. I don't know if
I'd ever live it down. But it was just Stephanie. I was still pretty
embarrassed though.
"What's that shit you've got on my tape deck?" she asked. She was smirking.
And she was also sitting on my pants.
"Pink Floyd" I said. "You want to get off my pants?"
"Well, I'm going to put on something else" she said.
"Yeah, well, you want to hand me my pants? I wasn't expecting anybody to be
around for awhile. What are you doing home so early anyway?"
"I live here so I can come home when I want to... Let's see..." (She was
rummaging through her tapes. She WASN'T getting off my pants though.)...
"How about Pet Shop Boys?"
"It's your tape deck. Give me my damn pants, please."
"So" she said, "how long you been getting high?" It was starting to look
like she didn't had no INTENTION of getting off my pants.
So the hell with it. I didn't have a boner and at least I had on good
underwear so nothing was likely to be hanging out, so I just got up and sat
down on the lounge chair facing her. "Oh, about two years" I lied.
"You're kidding" she said.
"No I'm not... You get high?"
"Sometimes. I'm not a head, but yeah, every once in awhile. Why? Do you have
any more?"
See? You can't trust anybody. "You're sitting on it. Now if you'll give me
my pants-"
"Oh. Cool" and she jumped up, snatched my pants and ran to the far end of
the pool where she fished out my bag and rolling papers.
I stood up and tried to look threatening. "Damn it Stephanie-"
"Oh hush up about your pants. I'm about to go in awhile myself. Can you roll
us one?"
I can roll real good. I guess I'm a natural. But of course when I'm
wondering if she was by any chance implying that she was about swim in her
bra and panties, it's not so easy to roll a masterpiece, because my hands
were shaking.
"What?" I asked as innocently as I could, "You're going in your underwear?"
"You'd have more to stare at if I wore my swim suit" she said as she watched
my progress, "but yeah, I will. I have before."
I never got up the nerve to ask if she ever went swimming in her birthday
suit. Maybe before long I will though. I'm doing better, when she said was
going in her undies I started getting a little stiff, but it didn't get all
that noticeable until after we'd smoked one and she DID get down to them.
She had on a white cotton blouse and jeans. So she unbuttoned her blouse and
pulled it off. Well, that didn't do much for me because her bra showed
almost no cleavage at all. But then she pulled her jeans off and THEN I
started getting stiff. I was afraid I might scare her off if I was TOO
interested, so I acted like it didn't make much difference, but I'm pretty
sure my dick gave me away. I wished it hadn't done that, but I wasn't going
to leave and she didn't either. Well, what I was thinking was the bottom of
her swim suit might not cover much, but it was designed not to show the
important stuff, but that's not necessarily so with panties.
White bikini panties. And when she first came OUT of the water, I'm
surprised I didn't shoot off right then. I don't think she'd ever gone
swimming in THOSE, because they got wet they got almost transparent and they
CLING! She has a nice ass. And black pubic hair, I'm almost positive.
Actually before I wasn't even sure if she HAD any, but I figured she SHOULD
and I was pretty sure it would be black because she has black eyebrows. It
didn't look like she had all that much though. Well, I didn't SEE it, but I
did see a dark shadow. It looked like a little inverted triangle right above
her vulva. Which was pretty clearly defined as well. It wasn't like she was
naked, but even so... WOW! It looked pretty big, actually. Not as big as
mom's... but it was interesting. Only then I noticed when I was coming out
of the water my undies were revealing as well. But neither of us raced to
the house blushing furiously at that point; she gave a rueful "Oh shit!";
but beyond that she didn't pay it much mind. So I didn't pay any mind to
myself either. Believe it or not, I almost forgot all about it. Mostly
because I was busy looking at HER. After a few dives her bra showed SOME
cleavage but didn't get transparent. So I didn't see her nipples or
anything. And her panties got a little loose as well, but I never saw
anything more than what I've already mentioned. But that was enough anyway.
At least for now it is. Shit, this might be the best summer in my whole
life. Do you know she wanted us to dive in with her on my SHOULDERS? Yes!!!
So sure, I gave it a shot. But the feel of her soft, warm, wet, silky smooth
thighs wrapped around my neck, not to mention the warm softness BETWEEN her
legs pressed against the back of my head was a little more than I could
take. I was standing there at the edge of the pool with her on my shoulders,
I shot off in my shorts and then while all that was going on, I did the
basic belly flop into the water. I almost drowned. Got water up my nose and
everything.
Then she wanted me on HER shoulders, but I was afraid to do that because the
stuff might be leaking out and that would NEVER do, so I said, "OK, but
first I got to go to the bathroom."
So she said, "Well, if all you've got to do is whiz, you don't have to go
inside."
Oh my gosh... she wanted to see it! But I COULDN'T, because you know... so I
said, "Well, I uh, well I have to do more than that."
"Oh. Well, I guess you better go inside then."
So I went inside and got all that stuff wiped off and I could have pissed
while I was at it but I didn't, because after awhile I was going to say,
"Damn! I gotta go again!" and then hopefully she would say something like,
"Well you don't have to be so shy, just do it out here then" and so on until
we'd reach the old "Well damn it, I'll show you mine if you show me your's"
EXCEPT when I returned to the pool she was LEAVING.
"I'm getting cold" she said. "You better get dressed too. Mom might get home
early."
SHIT!
And mom didn't even get in until almost midnight. It's like I said, SHIT!!
But I don't guess I'll lose all that much sleep over it because the summer's
still young. And at least I have something else to fantasize about.
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And actually I think that's all for this chapter. I'm just trying to
establish the way things really were before everything started getting
interesting is all. And all I can say about the next chapter is that I'll
STILL be establishing things, but it gets more interesting. At least to me
it sure is, but seriously, this chapter has gone about 57, 58k already. Like
I said at the start, all my chapters might not be this long, but at first I
guess it would be better if they were.
I hope you can forgive me for admitting that I made up most of Mandy the
Missionary Girl and I hope you believe that THIS might get a lot more
interesting. At least in some ways it sure can. So if you've gotten this
far, I thank you for reading it, I hope you've enjoyed it, and if you would
like, I'd sure love to hear from you.
jjjanicki@gmail.com