J. Thorpe: The Gardener's daughter

“Well, I did tell her some stuff. But I don't know how to explain the pictures you gave me.”

“Does she know about them?”

“Yes. She found everything under the mattress of my bed.”

“Just tell her that you found them in my trash, too. If I throw something away, and you find it, and you take it, it's not my fault even though I was careless about how I got rid of the stuff. See?”

“Okay, but that doesn't help with her wanting to know what I do after we go to bed! I can't show her that! I'm no les.. lesbian! I'm her sister.”

“You may not want to 'show' her on yourself, but you could show her on her. And even if you did show her on yourself, that doesn't mean that you're a lesbian.”

“I couldn't do that. Why wouldn't that make me a lesbian or weird or something?”

“Remember I said that homosexuals 'only' make love to their same sex. Guys with guys and girls with girls. Homosexual guys don't think of girls as sex mates and Homosexual girls don't think of guys as sex mates. Never. But 'bisexual' people (and there are a lot more of them than homosexual people) think of either as sex mates, though they normally have a preference for the opposite sex. See?”

“It would be really weird to talk to my sister about touching herself, and I could never show her.”

“Keep what you know to yourself and let Milla learn from other kids who don't give a shit about her and will just want to use her for their own pleasure without caring if she ever feels what you felt the last time we talked. Do you remember how that felt?”

Little voice: “Yes, I remember.”

“Well, although you found the things I was telling you exciting, and that's why it was so much better than when you touch yourself alone, everything I said to you was also the truth. Don't you want Milla to know the truth about sex instead of some stupid version her friends might tell her?”

“I could just tell her, not show her like a weirdo.”

“Yurenka. You have to decide what you want to do. You love your sister. She loves you. She obviously is intent on learning about sex. If you answer her questions, and you somehow show her how to please herself, which will be loving her. If you got to where you two masturbated together, it would be more exciting for each of you, because you would be sharing the pleasure. Just like it was so much better for you to share with me on the phone than to just do it by yourself. It hasn't been as good for you since that day, has it? Do you see what I mean?”

“Yeah, I see. But it's still good. I mean, when I…do myself.”

“Yes, of course. But it's not anywhere near as good as when I was on the phone with you. Right?”

“No. That was awesome!”

“There are two reasons for that 'awesomeness', Yurenka. One, is that you were imagining what I was saying to you, experiencing yourself through me, my words to you, the images that my words created in your mind. Two, is the fact that I care about you so I didn't tell you things that weren't real, and I was totally honest with you about every word I spoke. Only caring people do that for each other.

Strangers don't give a damn about anything except their own pleasure. Who cares about your sister more than you do? Who wants good things for her more than you do? How many teenage boys do you think there are in the world who know all that they should know about the realities of sex, with an understanding of what a girl needs to satisfy her?”

“I know what you're saying. I know she wants to know everything.”

“So did you at her age. How much would you have appreciated a big sister who could have helped you back then?”

“Oh!”

“By the way, Yurenka, where are you? I forgot to ask.”

“I'm at my same friend's house as when I called you the first time. She loaned me a key while they were all at her aunts house in Mexico for a week.”

“How old is your friend and why would she loan you a key?”

“She's the same age as me. She loaned me the key so I could use her room and have some privacy.”

“For?”

“What?”

“Privacy for what, Yurenka?”

“You know.”

“Yes, I do. But does she?”

“Well, sort of. I mean she doesn't know about you, but she knows about wanting to be able to, you know, um, masturbate. And she knows I'm getting my “stuff” from an older guy.”

“What's her name?”

“Ivette.”

“Sometime I'd like you to tell me about Ivette.”

“Okay.”

“Are you 'masturbating' now?”

“No, I'm still sort of dressed.”

“In what?”

“Why do you need to know that?”

“Don't play games, Yurenka. How can I see you in my mind if I don't know how you're dressed.”

“Why do you have to see me in your mind?”

“Are you the only one who is supposed to get pleasure out of our conversations? Are you the only one who gets to jack-off and have an orgasm? I want those things, too, and I have to do most of the work, here. Help me and I help you. What are you wearing and where are you?”

“I'm lying on her bed. I have my bra and panties on.”

“And what do you want to talk about?”

“Why did you give me pictures of girls, uh, doing each other, but none of boys doing each other?”

“Good question. I gave you pictures of guys eating girls because I really like that, like doing it I mean. And I gave you pictures of couples in a 69, eating each other, because I really like that. I will get you pictures of guys sucking each other off, if you want, but I'm not interested in them myself. Most men aren't. But! Most men relish seeing two girls making love to each other. That is a real turn on. Very few men probably ever get to see it in person; I certainly never have. But most men want to see it, and take looking at pictures of it as a remote second to actually being there.”

“So why did you give me those pictures?”

“That would be difficult to answer without possibly upsetting you.”

“But I want to know, and so does Ivette.”

“Really? Ivette?”

“Yes…I showed her.”

“The answer in a nutshell is that two girls can't make each other pregnant. There is a longer answer but that is the short version. By the way, have you started playing with yourself yet?”

“Yes, but just through my panties.”

“Has it started to feel good yet?”

“Yes. Some. Will you tell me the long answer?”

“Yes. Or at least a longer answer. Some other time I'll tell you the Long answer. Put your hand inside your panties while you touch yourself. Okay?”

“I did.”

“It's perfectly normal for you, or your friend Ivette, to want to experiment with sex. Everyone has for low these millions of years.

For most of those millions of years there was, for a curious girl, only her hand or another girl or a real guys cock. And almost every cock is dangerous to a curious girl. But now in addition to your own hand or another girl, there are 'dildos' for the curious girl. Although not as good as a cock, or at least an educated cock, they do provide a lot of the same sensations as a cock in your pussy during intercourse. So a smart girl, who doesn't want to get pregnant just to have some fun, turns to either her hand, not bad but not great, or her dildo, if she has one but they're hard for kids to get and harder to hide, or a helpful girl friend. A helpful girlfriend can jack off with you so that the sharing of jacking off makes you both more excited and you orgasm much better. And neither of you can get pregnant. A girlfriend could also jack you off and you her. That is even more exciting because we never really get used to the touch of someone else on our body. And neither of you can get the other pregnant. Finally, another girl can perform cunnilingus on you, and you on her. Now this is a whole new realm of orgasm. No hand or finger or cock can touch your clit in all of the ways and with all of the sensations that a tongue and lips can. There is no equal. Not that it should replace intercourse! No way. But you show me a girl who has been eaten by her guy to her first orgasm and then fucked to her second orgasm and I'll show you a happy, happy girl. A close second is to be eaten by another girl to two orgasms. And, no pregnancy risk. That's the longer answer.”