Jacinta Takes a Walk
Copyright© 2025 by BarBar
Chapter 9: A Surprise Visit
A hand grabbed my shoulder, startling me awake. Frodo growled and bared his teeth. I whipped around, ready to fend off the attacker.
Luna had been stretched beside me. She complained loudly and bolted off the bed and out of the bedroom.
“Jacinta! Wake up, Jacinta. Please, wake up.” The voice was shrill and panicked.
It was Freddy shaking me. I let out a big breath and Frodo settled down.
The bedside table lamp was on, and I blinked my eyes, trying to adjust.
“Wha? What is it? What’s wrong?”
Freddy babbled something at me.
I sat up, trying to make sense of what Freddy was saying.
He was still babbling, but this time I understood it. “It’s Jenny. I think she’s hurt. There’s blood.”
I immediately guessed what the problem was. But I had to make sure. I flung the doona back and looked at Jenny. She was lying on her side with her naked back facing me. There were smears of blood on the insides of her thighs. I grabbed her by her hip and shoulders and tipped her onto her back. Sure enough, the smears seemed to originate at her twat.
Well, shit!
Freddy was in a panic, so I tried to calm him down. “It’s okay, Freddy. She’s not hurt. She’s just begun her period, that’s all.”
“What? What’s that? I don’t understand?”
“You don’t know what a period is? You live with three women and..., oh, never mind. Let’s get her off the bed and into the bathroom. We’ll sit her on the toilet and clean her up there.”
Together we got Jenny standing up and half-walked, half-dragged her into the bathroom. Freddy switched on a night light so we could see what we were doing without being blinded. I lifted the lid on the toilet and sat her down, then supported her so she didn’t fall off.
I focused on keeping my voice calm, so that Freddy would get the message that it wasn’t some crisis.
“Freddy, grab one of the washcloths by the sink. Use some warm water to get it wet, but wring it out so it’s not dripping. We’re going to clean some of this blood off her legs.”
“So, what’s a period and where is the blood coming from?” Freddy was sounding calmer, but now his curiosity was kicking in.
“It’s part of being a woman. I could give you a whole spiel about it, but let’s not do that in the middle of the night. All I’ll say is that once every four weeks, just about every woman loses a little bit of blood out of her vag – her vagina.”
“Why does the vagina bleed?” Freddy asked, as he showed me the damp cloth he’d prepared.
“Perfect. That’s what we need. Now, I’ll hold her up and you wipe down her legs. Don’t forget the inside of her thighs. That’s the way. Good job, buddy. It’s not the vagina that’s bleeding. The blood comes from further up inside, it’s just coming out through the vagina. I guess it’s a bit like how, when you piss, the piss comes out of your dick. Right? But your dick isn’t making the piss, the piss comes from further up inside you.”
“I knew that,” said Freddy.
“Great. So the same is true about a girl’s period. The blood comes from further up inside us and then it works its way down and comes out of our vag. So anyway, once a period starts, it goes on for a few days. We usually take care of things so that it doesn’t make such a mess. Jenny was too drunk to take precautions, and I didn’t know she was due or I would have left her undies on. Now hand me the cloth and I’ll wipe her twat. Go and get another washcloth ready, exactly the same.”
Jenny was completely shaved around her twat so that made it easier to clean her up. I stood her up and got Freddy to wipe down the back of her thighs. Then we sat her down again.
While that was happening, Freddy had another question. “Girls don’t have a ... you know, ... a dick. So how do they pee?”
I explained about how girls have a pee-hole in their twat, just above their vag. We had a model right there in front of us, and it was so tempting to point out all the details of Jenny’s twat for Freddy. I resisted the temptation. I figured if Jenny wanted Freddy to examine her twat that closely, she could make that decision for herself sometime when she was awake.
Of course, I could have let him examine my own twat for the demonstration, but I didn’t think of that. It’s probably just as well. Despite having showered together, we were still basically strangers. And his parents would probably object to some strange girl letting their little boy examine her twat. Even I can recognise that there are some lines that shouldn’t be crossed. Who knew?
Freddy had more questions, but I put him off until morning.
Jenny stirred and started muttering. I think she was basically saying, “What’s going on?” but there were a lot more syllables involved.
I leaned in close.
“Jenny, your period started, and you bled everywhere. We’re getting you cleaned up. Don’t worry, honey. You’re okay.”
To be honest, I didn’t expect her to understand me, but I was hoping my calm voice would help in some way.
Freddy had grabbed a towel and was drying off her legs.
“Freddy, I’m going to get you to hold her here for a minute, while I grab a couple of things. Grab her shoulders and get her to lean into you. She’s sitting okay, all we have to do is stop her from tilting and falling off sideways. Have you got her?”
Jenny was still muttering and trying to peer around through bleary eyes. “Freddy? Is that you?”
I left them there with Freddy trying to reassure Jenny that she was okay, while he held her shoulders and leaned against her. Jenny put her arms around Freddy and hugged him, laying her head against his chest. Him standing there in that oversized tshirt and the caring, concerned expression on his face as he held his sister was too cute for words.
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