Chapter 1

My journey from girl to woman took a while, and it started with a weekend at Grandma's.

I'd never seen anyone come before, or even have sex, but it looked like I was about to get my chance. I was lying just a little ways beyond the feet of my older brother Rick and a girl I think was named Julie, and from the noises they were making, that magical moment was fast approaching...

I'd gone down to the edge of the lake to do a little exploring, and heard someone behind me. I was screened by some trees, and the snoop that resides in every girl came to the fore. I wanted to see what was happening. It was my older brother Rick and a girl in a blue two-piece. She had a blanket in her hand, and I had the distinct impression it wasn't to have a picnic.

"I didn't think things were supposed to start until noon," Rick said when she spread the blanket on the ground.

"I couldn't wait," the girl said. "Call me an earlier starter." Then she pulled down Rick's swim trunks and started licking his dick.

Now he's a boy, I mean he's my brother, but in the family setting you sort of forget that your brother has a dick. There it was, and it looked a lot bigger than the last one I'd seen. Of course that was on a two-month old cousin whose diaper I was changing, so that doesn't count. But you don't realize that that part of a guy grows along with the rest of their body.

Of course Rick's dick did a bit more growing, and before very long it was hard, and much bigger than I thought. A girl was expected to get something that big inside her? Suddenly I wasn't so sure about this whole sex party thing.

The girl dropped her top, and Rick got the hint. He started kissing her all over, face, neck, boobs, and before long she slid off her bottoms.

You try not to look; it's rude, and somehow an invasion of privacy. But there was her sex, a pink fold of skin between her legs, topped by a small tuft of dark hair. And Rick's fingers slid in there and started doing some exploring. I actually saw his fingers sink up to at least the first knuckle inside her.

You sort of know you have insides, but a lot of the time you put it out of your mind. Not now. As she scooted under him, I knew what was coming, and held my breath. She took Rick's dick and guided it to her sex. Rick did the natural thing. I could actually see his thing sliding into her. And she made some gasping noises as he did so.

The rest was just like in the books Mom had shown me. Much moving, thrusting, and so on. The girl began making "umm" sounds, and Rick was groaning. Things were clearly going to come to a head because her voice kept getting higher and higher, and I could see her fingers clamped to his butt. Rick began moving faster, if that was possible, and then he groaned and seemed to jerk several times. I could distinctly see a froth of white appear right where his dick joined her.

It took me a few seconds to realize that he'd just come inside her. No condoms, no pulling out at the last second to come all over her tummy, but bareback, with his stuff inside her.

They lay there, resting, and stroking each other. I thought at first there'd be round two, by this time I was worked up enough I wanted them to do it again, and I'd get off at the same time, but he gave a sigh, and his much softer dick slid out of her. I could see white in her slit—it had to be his come—and some of it ran down her bottom to land on the blanket.

I'd wondered what couples did after they did it. That's one of those questions like where does your nose go when you kiss, and is answered only by either seeing it, or doing it. They kissed some more, then got up. They collected their things and headed back to the house, their suits and blanket in hand, and not at all concerned that they were naked.

I sat back in my little hiding place. I was terrifically turned on. I'd worn my really dangerous two-piece suit, the green one that barely covered the essentials without giving the viewer any chance to mistake what was underneath. Now I slid my fingers down and took care of my most immediate need.

When I was a little more composed, and a lot more relaxed, I pulled my fingers out from between my legs, knocked some dirt off of my legs, and headed back to the house. It looked like the party was off to an early start.

Our parents were swingers. Mother had told me that when I was 14. It explained why she and Dad would spend Friday and Saturday nights out, and she'd come home smelling of soap and water. I didn't exactly equate that with sex parties, but one afternoon I caught a hint of it on TV. There were people who got together to have sex. With people they weren't married to. Everyone naked.

I wasn't sure what to think. Rick knew about it, and seemed accepting, but guys and sex ... it's an automatic thing with them. A hard dick, they say, has no conscience. Or brains. I couldn't understand Mother doing it, but after listening to the TV show, and doing a lot of reading—not on the internet as that tracked the sites we visited—Mother's comment that they did it for the fun of it finally penetrated.

If you listened to some of the older girls at school, those who'd done it with a guy, sex was messy, and not always much fun. It hurt, too, or at best was uncomfortable. Of course anything done in the back seat of a car is apt to be uncomfortable, so I took that with a grain of salt. If it hurt all of the time, or was uncomfortable, why did women keep doing it? And why did the heroines in the romance novels seem so eager to do it again time after time (and why didn't they ever get pregnant? Hmm? Another unanswered question).

I mentioned some of this to one of my girlfriends. She snorted. "A woman learns to put up with pain. Look at childbirth. What of these women who have six or eight kids? That's going through labor that many times, and everyone tells us how much that hurts."

I wasn't convinced. I heard Mom and Dad one night, and from the noises she was making, it certainly didn't sound like it hurt. In fact it sounded like she was having a good time. I had a lot to think about as they collected us from school one day and we headed to Grandma's. We were going to be there the whole weekend, and Mom told me flat out that this was a swinger's party, and if I wanted to participate with other kids my age, I could.

We lived in a parish right up against the Mississippi state line. Father joked that a well-hit tee-shot could land in the next state, and Mississippi State Police cars would often use our driveway to turn around. Grandmother lived only a few miles away, well, 20, but going there was like traveling to another world. The views were different, the accents different, and the whole place looked different.

The three of us kids attended one of those big composite high schools that have become so popular in recent years. Rick, Krystal my slightly older sister, and me, Amber, the brat of the family. We were a year apart, almost literally as our birthdays were within a week of each other. I was the youngest at 15, and when Mother took me aside the day before, I thought it was going to be another variation of The Talk. You know, where a mother tells her daughter the 'facts of life'. We'd had this talk when I was 12, and she'd told me a lot more when I was 14. The difference was that when I was 12 she covered the mechanics of what was happening, and when I was 14 she began discussing emotions and feelings.

Most of this was lost on Krystal. She was very much a girl who valued flash over substance. She didn't do a thing without considering what her friends would think. She applied it to everything, including school. I will admit that she was blonde, and pretty, though she wasn't quite pretty enough or blonde enough for the cheer squad. So that left me to have the brains. It's one of those things people don't comment on, but a girl is either pretty or smart. There's a reason why most girls with high grade points have small bra cup sizes; they don't need big boobs to attract a boy. They have their sights set on the smarter boys they'll meet in college, and those boys, well some of them, know that a smart wife is an asset.