On Christmas Eve, my twin sister Sam and I kissed a lot, and played with each other’s little breasts and nipples in the shower. I wiped my long red hair away from my face while she said, “Thanks, Pam! That’s really nice.”

“You, too! Can I play with your kitty?”

“Sure! Let me rub yours.” I liked her very long blonde hair. Mine only touched my shoulders, but hers draped all the way down to her navel.

We got partially clean, mostly by accident, while fondling each other to climax under the shower head. We hugged to keep our balance, then I gave her another kiss. We finished washing up while she commented, “That was great, but I heard taking a man inside you is even better, if he knows what he’s doing.”

I draped a bath robe over myself and handed her one. I said, “I can’t wait ‘til we can kiss men and have real sex, instead of just practicing. Sucks that Mom and Dad won’t let us date until we’re sixteen.”

“Yeah. I wish we were twenty-one, so we could go to bars and dance clubs, and do the other really fun stuff.”

I pondered aloud, “I wonder what beer taste like, and how it makes you feel. It must be good. Dad drinks some every weekend.”

She ventured, “Maybe it’s like smoking. Cigarettes are stinky and tickle your throat, but you feel weirdly nice, too. Mom smokes all the time, so she must like ‘em a lot. You wanna sneak downstairs and try some beer? There’s most of a case in the garage. Dad won’t miss two cans.”

I knew we were too young, barely a month past fourteen, but agreed, “Cool! Let’s go. Shhh!” I held a finger in front of my lips, then opened the bathroom door.

There were sounds coming from our parents’ bedroom, at the end of the hall by the stairs. They must have been praying intensely. When we snuck past, the bed was making a lot of noise and Mom repeated, “Oh God! Oh God!”

We silently walked to the stairs, and were careful to avoid the squeaky third step from the top. That’s how Mom caught us sneaking up to bed a week earlier, after we smoked the first time. At the bottom of the stairs I looked to my left. I noticed something on the coffee table, next to the Christmas tree. I whispered, “Mom left half a pack of cigs in the living room! We can smoke again, too!”