My older sister Amy was home from college for Christmas break, and one morning at breakfast she was talking to her boyfriend on the phone, all lovey-dovey stuff. When she hung up I asked her if she was really in love with him.

“I guess so,” she said.

“It sure sounds like it,” I said. “Do you sleep with him?”

“Oh Molly, that’s a very personal question,” she said.

“Okay, then let me rephrase it. Do you fuck him?”

She laughed. She nodded.

“And when you fuck, do you have orgasms?”

“Oh Molly,” she said again.

“I’m just curious,” I said.

“About me and Brad?”

“More about what an orgasm is like,” I said. “How it feels.”

“It feels great,” Amy said.

“Can you be more specific?”

“It’s pretty hard to describe. I think you really have to experience it to know.” She looked at me for a long moment. “So you’ve never had an orgasm?”

I shook my head.

“Well, when you have one you’ll know.”

“But it’s a sin to masturbate, right?” I said.

“That’s stupid,” she said. “Everyone masturbates.”

“I don’t,” I said. “I’m saving myself.”

“That’s stupid. You should try it.”

“I’m too scared,” I said.

“There’s nothing to it,” she said. “Want me to show you?”

“Would you?”

She led me upstairs and into Mom and Dad’s bedroom.

“Why here?” I asked.

“Neutral ground,” Amy said. “And they won’t be home for another hour. That should give us enough time. Now lie down.”

I lay in the bed on top of the comforter. Amy got in next to me.

“First unbutton your top,” she said.

I unbuttoned my pajama top.

“You have nice breasts,” she said. “Boys are going to love them.”

“Not as big as yours,” I said.

“They’re just right,” she said. “Touch your nipples.”

I touched my nipples.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Mmm-hm.”

“They’re getting all nice and stiff. Boys are going to love to suck them.”

“Mmm-hm.”

“Are you getting wet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your pussy. Is it getting wet?”

“I’m not sure.”

She took my hand and brought it down. “Feel yourself there,” she said. “Your pearl.”

Amy put her hand on the back of mine. She guided me. Guiding and guiding. Back and forth. Around and around.

“Oh,” I cried out. I clamped my legs together.

Amy pushed my legs back apart. She pressed my hand against my pussy. My pearl. Back and forth. Around and around and around and around.

“Yes,” she said. “Come now.”

I came.

It was indescribable.

“Now you know,” she said. “That will be twenty dollars.”