Chapter 13

It took Naomi a few moments to sweep the crust away from eyes as she slowly woke up. She rolled over toward Lisa’s empty bed. It was then she remembered that Lisa was Michael’s room. She rolled back over onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

Naomi began to wonder what her day would be like. Over the past few days, Lisa had been doing the vast majority of the cooking and housework. Naomi wanted to help but felt like Lisa was holding her back. She thought about breakfast, which made her stomach gurgle. She put her hand on her stomach in an attempt to silence it.

She slowly got up and went toward her closet. As she undressed, she noticed that her panties were damp. The sheer white of the fabric made it difficult to see but she could feel a slickness near the center of her panties with small white flakes on the edges. She spread her legs in front of her mirror and saw that the fluid had covered her flower, with the dried parts making it slightly painful for her to move.

Then she remembered what happened the morning before. She moved her hand on her stomach as she remembered the sensation of her brother pushing against her on his bed. Naomi couldn’t help but smile as the sensation flowed over her, making her blush a deep red, thanking God that she was alone.

After dawning her robe, she made her way toward the bathroom, bumping into her sister head-on as she attempted to cross into the hallway bathroom.

“Ow!”, Lisa exclaimed as she rubbed her chin.

“I’m so sorry. I was lost in thought.” Naomi pulled herself back, standing opposite of the hallway door. Naomi put her hand on her forehead in an attempt to soothe the ache that was forming.

“It’s alright. Good morning to you too,” Lisa smiled as she stepped out of the way. “Everything okay?”

Naomi looked up at her older sister. She felt embarrassed but she was still bluntly honest. “I just feel a bit sore around my flower. There was this stuff coming out of it last night, I think. Just made a mess of things down there. I was going to shower to see if it would help.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed before they expanded. “Me too. Well, I mean I noticed it when I was going to the bathroom but I wasn’t going to shower yet.”

Naomi was confused. “What? It looked like you had a thought.”

Lisa reached out her arm and held Naomi’s hand. “If it’s the same thing, then it means that Michael did it to both of us. I don’t know if he meant to. Maybe he did. But I don’t feel like a third wheel anymore. I feel like ... I feel like we’re connecting in a way we never had before.”

Naomi wasn’t sure what Lisa was talking about and shifted her weight. They both looked down the hall at the sound of Michael’s bedroom door opening. He scratched his head and looked down the hall and yawned.

“What’s going on?”

Michael couldn’t help but blush as his two sisters talked during breakfast, comparing notes of what happened the day before. He had finished his breakfast quickly while his sisters talked in a way they hadn’t done in years. Lisa first explained how she and Michael used the flashlight to explore each other and how she used her hand on his willy before he pushed it inside of her.

Naomi told a similar story of how she had put together that her flower and his willy were supposed to go together and how, after rubbing them together, it finally made her explode the same way that Lisa did.

They both smiled and blushed, but were enjoying their newfound common experience. As the two girls were talking, Michael thought about the experience and made a realization.

“It’s pretty clear that my willy and your flowers are supposed to fit together.” Both his sisters turned toward him, waiting for him to finish his thought. “But using our hands, it felt good right?”

They both nodded, with Lisa speaking up first. “Yeah. I really liked it when you used the flashlight to just look, too. It was exciting!”

Naomi thought about this for a moment. Whenever she and Michael explored, she did get butterflies in her stomach, but it never really went beyond looking and simple touching. She certainly didn’t have an explosion like when Michael was on top of her, moving his willy inside of her, a sensation she was keen on repeating.

“I wonder if that’s why mom and dad moved us into separate rooms,” Naomi posited. Her face shifted as she considered an alternative. “I don’t think it was bad, what we did. Right?”

Michael thought about the question, unsure of how to answer. “What did we do? I don’t think it was wrong.”

Lisa never got an explanation as to why Naomi moved in with her. She was just as clueless as the twins.

“Maybe it’s something we got to do when we were older.” Michael looked at his twin sister, hoping an answer would form between the two of them.

“Whatever it was, it’s obvious to me that it’s supposed to be private, right? After all, we were naked and that’s not something that you do in public.” Lisa found herself enjoying the mystery. It was as if their parents left them a puzzle for the three of them to solve.

“Should we ask a grown up?” Naomi asked innocently. “They might have an idea of what we should be doing. Maybe we can ask some of the women at church on Sunday.”

Michael was concerned, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. “No, let’s not do that yet. Let me pray about it and maybe God will point me in the right direction. In the meantime, we should talk about homeschooling.”

“Fine. But the other topic is more fun,” Naomi said with a huff but she knew well enough to listen to her brother.

Lisa sighed and spoke up. “The social worker said that I should do tutoring for a month and then schedule to take the test. But who do we see about that?”

“Remember that mom and dad’s attorney said that he’d look into it. I’m sure he’ll get back to us soon. Maybe we look through the books in the study and see if we can find mom’s lesson plans,” Michael replied.