Dorsai - The Second Generation

"If you do, the next thing that happens after that will be my lawyer filing a suit against not just both of you, but the school district and the School Board -" for letting you two run around without adult supervision. If this idiot has been ignoring what my son has told her, I'll bet she's been doing the same with other kids; and I'll bet that if she's doing it, the other teachers are, too. Are you willing to wager your careers that I'm wrong? That my lawyer can't find other parents whose kids have been bullied? Do you really think that the School Board and district are going to back you if this goes to trial? Are your pockets deep enough to pay the jury award we're likely to get?"

The Principal paled slightly before he told Dad "It would take years for something like that to come to trial, if it ever even made it that far -" long after your son had served his suspension. Am I supposed to believe that you'd really let it go that far? And put that much money and time into it?"

Dad just laughed, and answered "I'm perfectly willing to go that far, just for me. What do you think I'm willing to do for my son? If you think I'm bluffing, try calling me!"

I didn't believe that the Principal could ever look scared -" but I saw it then. Miss Hampton was sitting in her chair real still and quiet, like she was afraid someone was going to notice her. Dad just sat there, smiling, and looking at the Principal. The Principal finally looked away and said "I don't take kindly to threats, Mr. Marshall."

Dad answered him by saying "And I don't take kindly to bullshit, Mr. Swan -" which is exactly what you've been trying to shovel at me since I got here. If this dipstick" -" Dad gestured toward Miss Hampton -" "had done her job, and you were doing yours, this entire situation would never have come up. But it has, and I'm not going to let you two incompetents push payment for your mistakes off onto Daniel. You screwed up, so it's only right that you pay the price, not him. I expect the other kid has already learned his lesson."

Several seconds went by before the Principal finally said "Very well, then. Considering the circumstances, I think we can forego punishing Daniel for what happened today. But if he gets into any more fights, I can't say that I'll be as tolerant next time."

"If he gets into another fight and you've got reasonable proof that Daniel was at fault, I won't have any problem with that. But if you don't -" "Yes, well, there's no reason to get upset about something that hasn't happened, is there? Miss Hampton, would you like to return to your classroom with Daniel now?" She just nodded her head, and quickly stood up. I knew I was going back to class with her, so I stood up, too. But before we left, I turned to Dad and said "I'm sorry for making trouble, Dad."

He looked at me for a second before he told me "Son, you didn't make trouble -" you just showed me where some trouble already was. You're not going to be punished for what happened today -" here, or at home. I told you that I don't want you to fight, and I mean it. But if someone else is doing things to you, and the adults around you won't help, I'm not going to let you be punished for protecting yourself, either. You did everything you know you're supposed to, and it isn't your fault if other people aren't doing the things they're supposed to." After that, Miss Hampton and I went back to class. I don't know how much longer Dad stayed in the Principals office; but after that, I remember that all of the teachers were real enthusiastic about watching out for kids hitting and picking on each other, and that a few kids got suspended during the rest of the year for bullying.

While we were growing up, besides each other, Sis and I both saw Mom and Dad and the others naked at different times. And like I said before, all of them were perfectly willing to answer our questions; so Sis and I pretty much grew up figuring that there wasn't anything mysterious or 'dirty' about naked people. As part of that, we also grew up learning about sex and love -" and the difference between them. Mom and Dad were the ones that told me and Sis about what would be happening to us, and our bodies, well before puberty hit either of us. I doubt anyone reading this will be surprised that at one point we were discovered comparing parts (or lack thereof). Mom and Dad didn't get upset with us; they just made sure that neither of us was forcing the other, and told us to be careful. Naturally enough, there came the point (roughly midway between our 12th and 13th birthdays) that I discovered just how much pleasure I could give myself when I had my first climax. That singularly memorable event was soon followed by a number of repeats. I didn't figure anyone else knew, but it was several days later when Dad and Mom sat me and Sis down for a little talk. They started off by saying they figured we were old enough that we had realized just how good touching ourselves could be, and that they didn't think there was anything wrong with doing that. Then they went on to say that not everybody agreed with them, so that our masturbation wasn't something that we should be talking about to just anybody. Finally, they told us that while they knew that masturbating and making ourselves feel good that way wasn't wrong, it wasn't something that we should do too much.

I hesitantly asked how much was 'too much', and Dad just smiled and answered "If it starts to hurt, or it's all you want to do, that's too much". When the conversation was over, Mom and Dad reminded us that they were going out for a little while, and wouldn't be home until later. Sis and I both told them we'd be fine; I was glad when she came into my room after they were gone -" I knew that she wanted to talk to me about what they'd said as much as I wanted to talk to her. It was years later before I figured out that they'd likely gone out just so Sis and I could talk about what they'd just said – The first thing she said was to ask me

"Do you know what that was all about?" I hesitated a bit too long, and she quickly demanded "Come on, Danny! Tell me what's going on!" I finally told her "About a week ago, I was, you know, touching myself, and it started feeling better and better. I kept doing it, and the next thing I knew, I had a, uh, a climax. It felt really great, and I've done it some more times since then. I guess Mom or Dad figured it out". It never occurred to me at the time that it was a pretty fair bet that the stained and somewhat crusty clothing that I used to wipe myself off afterwards would be noticed when laundry was done. Sis just sat there looking at me for a little bit, not understanding what I was talking about -" at least, not really. Sure, we'd been told about all this stuff -" but there's one BIG difference between hearing about it, and actually experiencing it. Heck, it wasn't until after I'd done it a few times that I made the connection between the 'climax' or 'orgasm' that I'd heard about, and what had happened. When she finally mostly understood what I'd meant, she exclaimed "You did? Really? What was it like? What happened? Can you do it any time you want? Why didn't you tell me? I've been touching myself more and more, too -" but I haven't had THAT happen, yet!" When Sis finally stopped to take a breath, I managed to tell her "Yeah, I did -" really. I can't say what it was like, just like Mom and Dad told us they couldn't describe it. Yeah, I can do it almost any time I want. I didn't say anything about it for a couple of reasons: first, because I was still learning about it; and second because you haven't talked to ME about stuff like that, much, either." She had the decency to look a little embarrassed about that last part. Growing up, the two of us had been about as open with each other about things as two people could be -" I'd proudly shown her when I started growing pubic hair, and she'd been just as happy to show me the first faint swelling of her nipples when she started developing breasts.