Chapter 1

I found myself sitting in the downstairs sofa after Mom caught me with my hand around my dick.

I tried to explain, but my mouth and my brain went blank.

My twin sister sat next to me and asked, "What happened Chris? Why are you in the 'Sofa of Shame?'"

I was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so I said, "I cursed in front of Mom, and she told me to sit down and think about what I had done ... said!"

"Wow, that must've been quite the curse. So, what did you say anyway?"

"Christine, please—just let me be," I asked.

"Wow, you never call me Christine, so it must've been a doozy of a word."

"Ooh, it was."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then walked away.

Although we're twins, she lords over me that she is a day older than me. She was born February 27^th at 11:55 pm and I was born, February 28^th at 12:07 am.

We're both blue-eyed and brown haired—and 13 years old!

Chrissy and I have been best friends, as long as I can remember, always together, playing or talking. We went to movies; all the stuff brothers and sisters do.

About two months ago, I woke up and my dick was hard. It had never happened before, and it hurt a little. I didn't think this was something to talk to Chrissy about. Mom and dad were too busy to talk to.

It eventually lessened, but it started to happen more and more. My voice started to change, and hair started to grow under my arms and around my dick as well. That certainly didn't help.

This morning, when it happened, I put my hand around it, which seemed to feel better than not. That was the exact moment mom walked in and caught me. What was I doing wrong, I don't completely understand? I was sent to the 'Sofa of Shame.'

Mom came through the kitchen door and sat beside me.

"I'm sorry I overreacted Chris. I knew I could eventually walk in on my son masturbating, but not when he was barely 14 years old.

"Just a minute Mom, masturbating? I don't even know what that word means. My penis was hard, and it hurt. I was simply trying to stop the pain, and putting my hand around it seemed to lessen the pain. What's masturbating?"

"Really, you weren't ... Oh, my Chris—I'm so sorry. I just thought..."

"Mom, could you explain what the heck you're talking about?"

"Go ahead and get up, Chris. After dinner, I'll have your father come up to your room and explain all of this to you, OK?"

"Sure Mom, thanks—Once I understand, I'll lock my door."

Well after dinner, Dad explained about sex to me. He was blushing and stuttering, but I got the gist of it.

He left and there was a knock on my door.

"Chris, can I come in?" It was Chrissy.

"Sure sis," I responded.

As she sat down next to me, she turned and said, "I saw Dad leaving your room—What's going on anyway?"

Dad mentioned to me that what we talked about wasn't appropriate to talk to my sister about, but she seemed worried, so I decided to explain.

"Dad explained sex to me, after Mom caught me nude in my room."

"What's wrong with being naked in your own room, Chris?" she said, not getting it.

"I had my hand on my penis, and she thought I was masturbating, but I wasn't?" I said, blushing a bit.

"Well, being your older sister, I could have told you all about masturbating, why didn't you come to me?"

"Yeah, Chrissy—I'm going to knock on your door and say, 'Hey can you help me masturbate?' That's really going to happen," I said with a mocking tone.

"Well, I've been masturbating for almost a month now; it feels good—you should try it for real," Chrissy said.

"How can 'you' masturbate anyway?" I asked, a little dumbfounded.

"Well, I don't have what you have, but I can still get myself off."

"Explain yourself please, I'm trying to understand."

"KIDS, TIME FOR BED!"

"I have to go Chris. We'll talk tomorrow, OK?"

"G'night Chrissy."

As she left, I noticed just how cute the shape of her butt was. Her smile was even prettier. She turned around at the door and smiled just before she left.