Chapter 2: Kathy

Jim's sister was two years older than us. Two years is a long time when you're a kid, especially just as you hit teenage years. So maybe it isn't too surprising that it took Jim a little while to realize what he had right at home.

It didn't take me that long, though. I'd been watching Kathy ever since I had my first ejaculation. E-jac-u-la-tion. What a big word. The book Mom and Dad gave us said it was natural. What it didn't say, really, was how good it felt, although there was some reference to how we were made to enjoy it because that's the way babies were made, blah blah blah.

The stuff about "nocturnal emissions" was kind of awkward, even if that in fact is the way I first found out about it. There wasn't a word about how you could bring it on yourself. Not that it mattered, because I don't think there's a single kid, at least among the boys, who didn't figure that out for himself.

I didn't need to know anything from older boys, either. Partly because I wasn't close to any older kids. I hated my older brother, anyway, and the feeling I suspect was mutual, which meant he wasn't likely to share anything he'd discovered.

No. I knew something interesting was going on with the girls. How could I miss it? They were always giggling and whispering among themselves, and the book we had talked about the changes in girls as well as the ones in boys. Just like with boys, though, there wasn't a word about how a girl could make herself feel good. In fact, there was absolutely no mention of the clitoris at all.

It was only later I learned how the girls found out about these things, but that's a story for another time.

Kathy, on the other hand, was right there under our noses, so to speak. Jim wasn't talking about her, though, and I wondered why.

"Hey."

Jim and I were out in his side garden one night, late, that summer. Where we lived it was hot in the summer and stayed that way until midnight or so. It took plenty of mosquito repellant, but we could lie on top of our sleeping bags until way late.

Jim looked over.

"Yeah?"

"What about Kathy?"

"What about her?"

"Did you ever, you know, see anything?"

He looked away. For a second I thought he might be angry, although I wasn't sure why. After all, we talked about almost everything, and I didn't think we had any real secrets from each other. She was his sister, though.

I looked down to see him move his hand to his cock and press it. Whatever he was thinking, it was apparently kind of exciting. In a minute he turned back. Noticed where I was looking. He smiled.

"Well, yeah."

He shoved his underpants down. His cock was rigid. I did the same thing. Instinctively, I began stroking.

"So?"

"You know, I told you about last summer, right?"

He had. It wasn't much. Kind of like with Susan Vanderbilt, just a quick glimpse of Kathy as she changed into her swimsuit. Then later, when she was fastening her swimsuit top. Fuel enough for us at the time, but then almost anything was fuel enough for us.

"Anyway, nothing much happened after that time. It's not as though I wasn't watching, it's just that there wasn't anything to see.

"Until last week. Remember, you had to go with your folks that day and couldn't come over?"

I remembered. He'd invited me over for the afternoon, but for some reason Mom and Dad wanted us all to go to an art exhibit. Art exhibit? Who cared? Didn't matter. If Mom said we had to go, we had to go. Our cultural education, I guess. I was only interested if the paintings or drawings had nude women in them. Sometimes they did, but it wasn't the same.

"Yeah."

"We were out in the back garden, you know, where the hedge kind of makes it private."

Jim was stroking a little faster now. I was, too.

"She undid her strap and asked me to put suntan lotion on her."

Thinking about this now, I can only groan. Could it get any more corny than this? Maybe it sounds so corny--well, it is corny, after all--because it's so common, like a backrub that turns into something else. At the time, though, it was practically enough to make me climax right then, but I stopped stroking long enough to move back from the brink.

"So I did. I sat on her butt and started on her shoulders and her neck. I was hard as a rock. I knew she couldn't see me, but I tried not to press myself against her, because I knew she'd be able to feel me.

"I worked my way down. No, I didn't go anywhere near the sides of her breasts, although I wanted to."

Jim's hand kept moving. I resumed my stroking.

"She was making little sounds that seemed like she was enjoying it. I moved myself off her butt and down a little so I could get all the way down her back.

"'OK?' I asked her when I'd finished. She smiled."

I broke in. "That's it?"

I probably sounded disappointed. Yeah, it was exciting, but, I mean, it's not like she showed him anything, after all.

"No, there's more."

Now I was all ears, even more than before.

"She told me she'd do my back, too. So I lay down beside her. She fastened her strap back up and sat on my butt and did the same thing I'd done to her."