PASSING THE PROVIDER

by Holly Rennick

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Sound like a health insurance merger?

Not that.

I've already stretched a few passages from my original Writer's Notebook into stand-alone stories, but more needed pruning to get Notebook to negotiable length.  Adios to the 3x3 scheme for parallel sub-plots, for example.  Nobody ever e-mailed, "My, what a clever way to include 9 teen, inc, first stories."

So here are three prunings expanded into very short shorts.  (Brief short stories, I mean, not "show panty when you sit".)

   TURTLE TIME

   ELKS NIGHT

   DIARY

**********  TURTLE TIME

Sister, 13, slips into her brother's pup tent on the family camping trip.  She heard a bear!

They'd together climbed to Broad Oak Flats that afternoon.  He'd carried her pack all the way and pushed her up when the trail was steep.  At the flats, they dozed in the shade, her head on his shoulder, his arm lazily crossing her Smiley Face T-shirt.  She wondered if how he adjusted his wrap was on purpose.  When he thought she was napping, his wrist had slipped back and forth.  At her age, they're just pointy, and he's already 16.  Probably he wouldn't even care.  She'd held very still.

She's breathless with certainty about the mammal's proximity.  As she crawls into his tent, his flashlight catches the bottom of her ribcage through an undone Turtle Time pajama button, nightwear harkening back to an earlier Christmas.  Mom had said to bring warm PJ's.

"Turn it off, dummy," she exhorts.  "They said for us to go to sleep."

"I was till you showed up."

"And don't talk so loud.  They won't let us go back to the flats tomorrow if they think we stayed up."

She pulls the flap shut, sits beside his sleeping bag, unzips it, and inserts her feet.

"Whatcha doing?"

"I'm not scared of an old bear, but it's smart to stick together."

"Well this bag's mine!"

"I'm pretty skinny," already within and drawing up the zipper.  "Just keep it quiet!"  She pauses.  "Well, okay," after weighing the bear's certainty.  "A little bit scared."

"I didn't hear anything," he reasons.

"So shut up and listen!"

"I don't..."

"Ssshhh.  Really!  Listen to my heart!"

She presses his ear to her chest to prove how close is the bear, judging from the race of her heartbeat.

"Don't be so scared," he tells her.  "They stay away from people smell."

"I'll stay in here just a little bit to make sure he's not waiting out there."

"I guess."

Maybe he wasn't even aware up at the flats, she wonders?

"We'll just listen," she recommends.

The siblings lie motionless.

Should she redo the button she'd undone before entering?  But instead she puts his hand where the button's open.

He doesn't pull away

But it can't be that bad or all her friends wouldn't be doing it, she tells herself.  Can he still tell how fast her heart's beating?

*

She's so sweet, so cuddly, but he should still shoo her back to her own tent.  There's no bear out there.

The folks might hear her in here!  Probably not, though, as Mom sited his tent at the far end.  She shouldn't have got in his sleeping bag, though!

She'd seemed willing this afternoon when he'd felt her.  If she'd really been sleeping, she'd not have stopped breathing.  Her breast was so hard.  He really couldn't feel much specific through her little bra, but he'd imagined her nipple.

She wouldn't have made up this story about a bear if she hadn't thought it was okay, he realizes.

He parts her pajamas around her undone button and traces a rib, feeling her stomach suck in.  There's no evasion.

He's only had sex with one person, and like that person, his sister is special.  He planned not to do it with anybody else till he marries.

He pauses a long moment and undoes the remainder of her Turtle Time pajama top.

Moonlight from the tent window, triangular and high, illuminates eraser head nipples erect above thumb-width areolae.

She stirs, smiling with eyes yet closed, draws her knee across his thigh and giggles at her discovery.  He's surprised when her hand follows, but not enough to thwart it.  They kiss.  In pulling off her Turtle Time bottoms, the two forget about predatory wildlife.

*

Mom, of course, hears the whispers.  Moms hear everything.  After confirming Dad's slumber, she slips out of their tent and steals to where pines obscure her silhouette.  By the time she arrives beside the tent, there's just the swish-swish of boy above girl.

The audible enthusiasm assures Mom that her maternal duty's satisfied.  From now on, it's just for fun.

**********  ELKS NIGHT

Mom's been suggesting that you get on the pill, not, of course, because you need to, but rather to make your "monthlies predictable."  She got you to switch from mini pads to insertibles because they don't show.

It's her way to prepare you for your brother.

Mom's darted home from the Elks dinner and hears noises from the basement.  (I'd lay out the floor plan so that she can negotiate the steps undetected and spy from the landing.)  As you've been a scrapper for 14 years, your brother has your exits blocked.  He tackles you, pulls off an article of clothing and lets you escape.  It's more fun that way.

Mom can tell how you avoid kneeing him, not wanting to unfairly terminate the challenge.  Mom can tell at the end, when you could have escaped, how you trip into the sofa instead and then cover your eyes.

Brother triumphantly claims the lace briefs that you thought Mom didn't know about.  Moms go through dresser drawers.  He's had a three-pack of Trojans behind his socks for months and Mom's displeased that they're not produced now.  Stupid boy!  On the other hand, maybe this wasn't planned, just something that got going.  You chose to wear those panties, didn't you?  He couldn't very well excuse himself to go find condoms, she rules.

She winces at the fortitude to which he subjects you.  Where's his finesse?  Two years at it and he still forgets.  Well, don't blame her.  She knows your tears are real, becoming a woman, but she knows it's best with your brother.  When at last you surrender, clasping his back and raising your hips, Mom's pressing into her skirt.

Brother now slows to help you last.  You're both panting.  To Mom's approval, it's 20 minutes if you count the disrobing part as foreplay.  She knows your orgasm, as brief as it is, is real; you wouldn't know how to fake it.

As brother basks and you relax, Mom slips back to the Elks Club where it takes a few minutes in the parking lot to celebrate the passing.  Dad is still telling his Air Force stories, just to some different Brothers.  She joins a wives bridge game she knows will keep them there till closing.

Mom will need a new lover.

**********  DIARY

13-year-old girls express themselves with individual flair.  Punctuation-free lower case, per eecummings, isn't an uncommon de rigueur individuality.  Plus they have their secret codes.  13-year-old boys, on the other hand, will hardly write their name.

*

jan 1   resolution #1 make first string   resolution #2 get a boyfriend and get dekcuf   if you find this dont read it

jan 9   t could see my pink bra with string straps and during sat night live   i picked up the tv guide so t could look

jan 12   made second string but thats ok

jan 24   we watched motoman video after folks went to peter paul mary concert   t knew i didnt have my bra on and got a boner   i wouldnt let t use the remote   almost got topless when t turned me upside down and totally saw my blue panties   i got motoman from jenny   saw many ways to kcuf

feb 13   i left a little valentines present with ts underwear

feb 16   t threw my panties back but i think t got off on them

feb 17   i wore the heart panties like i promised   ts cock stuck up when we were fooling around and t had to stay on his stomach   i totally climbed all over t   nobody in the video had sex with someone of their own race   i wish i was chicana

feb 23   we watched blonde bomber twice because its so funny   i put socks inside my bra to make me stacked like the star

feb 24   t made me bounce on his boner   jenny will orgasm when I tell her

feb 26   touched ts cock when he couldnt tell   t beat off afterwards and i could hear   jenny wants to know everything about ts boner

mar 3   t took off my bra me when we were fooling around   mom came in   she couldnt tell though

mar 9   home run fever is a hot video    t gave me a spanking   i know t felt between my legs but didnt let on

mar 17   i almost made t come in his pants   jenny wants to watch videos with us and spend the night   its to kcuf t but she wont admit it   i wont let her   wed seen the video before but i didnt remember its name and the boxes just have typed labels so it wasnt my fault   it was called kissing cousins   they should have actors that look similar

mar 19   t watched how i make myself come   t thinks its too dark in the hall to see him spying   i should get t to do it too where we can watch each other   kind of risky

mar 21   i left my door cracked and t watched me go to bed   i dont care if he sees my ass

mar 31   during the video i rubbed myself where t could see   i wanted t to rub too but he wouldnt   i was going to pretend to come but i did anyway

apr 4   i played with t through his pants   i was going to mess with ts belt but the video finished   the video was about a postlady who delivers the mail

apr 6   made t come in his pants

apr 7   got it out to watch  you can aim guys   ill tell jenny

apr 8   jenny asked what color and i said i just got it out, not pantsed him

apr 9   pansed him   same as mine   duhh

apr 11   i said it wasnt fair just him getting twiddled but he had to do me thru my panties   t pulled them off when i came because it has to be fair

apr 13   we both pantsed ourselves first   its quicker

apr 14   yes   yes   yes   t dekcuf me  i didnt want t to but t was soooooo horny   i cried at first but i think dekcuf pretty good   i dont feel that different like the book says   i wanted us to go to my room but t made me do it there on the sofa   jenny will be totally jealous   i think ts done it before with an older girl

apr 15   jenny said she could tell we dekcuf as soon as she saw me   we dekcuf again after school   t wore a rubber because i said he had to   i fixed my bed so it wouldnt bang

may 3   we didnt hear mom come upstairs   we thought theyd gone to bed   when we heard her it was almost too late    she forgot something and turned around   it was exciting and made me totally ready

may 9   its not fair that i have to pay for the rubbers   i buy trojan eversafe because theyre on tv   jennys mad that i wont ask t to go steady with her   i dont want t gnikucf around

may 12   used 3 rubbers because t stayed in my room all night   mom makes enough racket in the kitchen to wake us up

may 13   used 2

may 14   we dekcuf in the garage

may 30   we ran out of rubbers and t said he had 1   blue bumper kind with little bumps but i cant feel them   i said he has to bring the box but t says theres just 1

june 2   dekcuf in the jones pool   t mows their lawn while theyre on vacation   we can use the pool if we shut the gate

june 4   mom went shopping   we dekcuf in kitchen

june 5   mom went shopping   we dekcuf in hall

june 7   ran out of rubbers and i dont want to get a baby   t found another blue bumper   we dont watch videos much

june 10   went to borrow moms earrings and found blue bumper box in jewelry box   11 left   so this is where

june 15   checked during newshour   9 left   dads in denver for 2 weeks

june 18   checked during newshour   6 left   moms gnikucf around

june 19   checked while mom fixed breakfast   5 left  checked during newshour   4 left

june 20   checked while mom fixed breakfast   4 left  checked during newshour   4 left

june 21   checked while mom fixed breakfast   4 left   checked during newshour   3 left

june 22   checked while mom fixed breakfast   3 left   went to tennis but actually i hid behind the azaleas where i could watch the house   just mom and t   checked when came back   2 left   o kcuf   called jenny to spend the night

THE END

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