Dorsai: Eight is enough

He did, and simply asked "Sure, I can do that. Would five o'clock be too early?"

Dawn considered it for a moment before answering "No, that should be fine. You might want to be quiet about getting to your room, though, just in case I need a little more time."

"No problem", Jeremy assured her before taking another bite of dinner.

After supper, Dawn made a brief visit to the twin's bedroom, where they were doing their own homework. Her time there wasn't as brief as it could have been if she and the two of them hadn't engaged in no small amount of kissing and mutual fondling.

The next afternoon, Dawn was sitting on the edge of her bed when she heard a soft knock at her door. Knowing who it was, she simply said "Come on in, Jo."

After coming in and closing the door behind her, Joanna started toward Dawn's chair when the older girl told her "Come on over here and sit with me, would you, please? The things I want to talk to you about… it would probably be easier if we were closer."

Joanna was a more than a little curious about what Dawn could say that would be easier with both of them sitting on the bed, but did as she was asked.

When her sister was seated next to her, Dawn took one of the girls hands and held it in both of hers before saying "Jo, I thought some more – a lot more – about what you said. While I was doing that, I realized that a lot of what you were saying and thinking was because there are things that you don't know yet. And I also remembered what it was like for ME when I was your age, and some of the things that I had to go through, because I didn't have an older sister to talk with, and to help me with them. So what I'd like to do is help you in ways that I know will make a whole lot of difference. Some of it is going to be with words – you and me talking to each other, and asking and answering questions. Other parts of it are going to be me showing you things, and helping you do them, because I am older and know more about them. If there's something you need or want to show me, then you can do that, too – but only if you want to and when you want to. Does that sound like something that you'd want to do?"

Still a little curious, but also somewhat relieved, Joanna answered "Yeah, Dawn, that sounds great."

Smiling, Dawn told her "Good. Now, just to make sure that I understand what's going on, I'm going to see if I can describe what things are pretty much like for you right now: stuff that has happened, and what you're maybe thinking about."

Confused, Jo asked "How can you do that? How can you try to describe what it's like for me?"

"Remember, I was the same age you are, and it wasn't so long ago that I've forgotten what it was like for me. But it's also later, too, so I think I have a pretty good idea what things have changed, and how, and even how much. Besides, I didn't say I was going to tell you how it IS; I said I was going to try to describe what it's pretty much like for you. I know I'm not going to get it exactly right, but I'll bet I can get pretty close. I just want you to listen, and then when I'm done, you can tell me how I did, okay?"

After the younger girl nodded her agreement, Dawn said "I know that Mom talked to you about boys and girls and babies and all that when you were twelve. She did that for me, and Beth and Brit; and I expect she'll do it for Carla and Tracy, too. She also had you read those books that told you about the medical part of it – how babies grow inside and all that. And she talked to you about when you'd 'start becoming a woman', as she puts it, and had you read about that in the books, too. Maybe it was kind of cool reading about babies and how they grow and all that, but the other part… that probably didn't make a lot of sense to you at the time. Then when you had your first period, and saw that you were starting to grow tits and hair, you'd probably forgotten most of it, and had to go read the book again."

Joanna's faint blush was confirmation that Dawn didn't particularly need before she continued. "Even when you read that stuff again, it still didn't make a lot of sense. The book was using a lot of doctor words and talking about how your body would change and grow and all that, but it wasn't telling you anything about how you were feeling, or helping you with any of the stuff you were thinking about. And there sure wasn't anything in there that helped you with the boys and girls and babies stuff that Mom didn't really talk about. She said stuff like you needed to start being careful when you were around boys; and that you were going to start thinking about yourself, and boys, differently – but she didn't say why you had to be careful, or what would be different about how you thought about yourself and guys. I'll bet she said something about saving yourself for later, but she didn't say how or why."

A somewhat amazed Joanna was listening raptly as Dawn told her "Mom said she loves you, and she does. But I don't think she said anything to you about how you could, or should, handle the changes – that she didn't describe very well! – she said you'd be going through, except maybe to just tell you to be 'careful', but without saying how or why or about what. So when you started growing boobs and hair and having periods, there was a lot about it that you really didn't understand. All the other changes going on with your body only seemed to make it worse: you started getting more pimples and blemishes than you did before; and it seemed like you could buy new clothes, and they wouldn't fit by the time you got them home; and it seemed like your body didn't want to anything you told it to, that things that used to be easy were suddenly hard. And on top of everything else that seemed to be going wrong, you started thinking about things, having feelings that you'd never had before, and even wanting to do stuff that you'd never even thought of until then. Maybe you'd notice how good it felt when the water from the shower or tub hit you in a certain place or a certain way. Or you might just be sitting someplace, and all of a sudden you'd have a different feeling someplace on your body that just seemed to come out of nowhere. It might be that you'd start out thinking about one thing and all of a sudden you'd realize that you were thinking about something completely different – something that was way more personal. At the weirdest times, you'd find yourself wondering what would happen, or how it would feel, if you did something."

Joanna was mesmerized when Dawn went on "The stuff happening with your body was making you crazy, too. It didn't seem like your tits were growing at all, but they'd still feel funny sometimes, and your nipples would get so hard that you had to touch them and rub them so they'd feel better. After gym class at school, when you took a shower with the other girls, it seemed like all of them had bigger tits than you, and more hair between their legs. Any time of day or night, no matter where you were or what you were doing, you might suddenly have these feelings – inside you, between your legs, maybe; or on the outside, at the top, where your clitoris is. It might feel like you just had to have something, but you weren't sure what, and that only seemed to make the feelings worse. And on top of all that, you'd realize that you were getting wet, inside, between your legs; maybe even so wet that some of it leaked out. I'd bet there were times that you'd look at a guy, and start thinking about things – stuff you'd never actually do, but you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about them, anyway."

Joanna was blushing furiously, and Dawn calmly told her "Jo, that kind of stuff happens with all of us. Every female that has gone from little girl to adult woman has been through that. And I'd bet that every last one of them thought that she was the only one it ever happened to, and that the things she was thinking and feeling were so weird and strange that nobody would ever talk to her again if they ever found out. But that isn't how it is – not even close. And what's really funny is that there isn't a single bit of it that's her 'fault' – I mean, every last bit of it is because of all the changes happening in her body. I don't mean that she's growing tits or hair, but all the hormones and chemicals and things that make her tits and hair grow, and have periods. It's particularly bad at first because her body is still new at making all that stuff, and hasn't 'learned' how to do it very well – so there's a lot of times when there's too much or not enough of one thing or another. The girl isn't feeling or thinking or doing that stuff on purpose, at least, not most of it. That funny feeling you get between your legs, that's called 'desire', or being horny, and just means that your body thinks that it wants to have a guy inside you. That part, you can't help but feel because of all those hormones and things sloshing around inside. But what you can control is what you do about it: just because you get that empty feeling between your legs, you don't have to find a guy to fill it up for you. I think you know that Mom and Dad would think that was a pretty bad thing to do, even."