Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2008 17:45:58 -0500 From: J.J. Subject: Mandy the Missionary Girl- Chapter 3 If you have read the first 2 chapters of this story then you are by now aware that sex play is very likely to occur between minor siblings. (And of course another fairly good hint is where this story is posted.) But in spite of that I guess I should warn you not to read this if you don't want to (sheesh!) or if it is illegal for you to do so. (And DUH!.) So now that all THAT'S taken care of--- Mandy the Missionary Girl chapter 3 I'd like to tell you a very short story. And the only reason I'm doing this is to try to make you understand just how ignorant of sex I was at the time. About a month before on a Sunday afternoon I was just walking around by myself thinking. Over at Brother and Sister Preston's. Because on Sunday afternoons my father made his pastorial visits. Along with my mom. And Mandy and I would almost always be with them as well. So anyway, I was just walking around when all at once this question popped into my head. "Where DO babies come from?" I'd never wondered about that before. Or maybe I HAD briefly, but then I was a lot more interested in snakes and bugs and astronomy. There were all SORTS of things I was more interested in at that age, but all at once I was sort of curious about this as well. I was nothing if not inquisitive. So I just walked up on the front porch where they were visiting and after Brother Preston asked how life was treating me and if I was staying out of trouble I looked over at my father and said, "But I got a question I want to ask." So he said cheerfully, "Oh? Well ask away." "Well, I was just thinking is all, so... well, where DO babies come from?" Which I now realize is not your typical Sunday afternoon visitation kind of question. But I didn't know that then. To me it was no different than asking if there were any water moccasins around the pond or something. Yeah well, in case you're wondering about how that worked out, I didn't get a whipping over it. So give him at least a little credit. But of course I also didn't get an answer beyond right then was not to place to talk about it, he'd explain when I was ready. And he seemed to be kind of embarrassed, so I shrugged and said OK and went back to walking around wondering exactly what the big deal was. (And I don't even want to talk about when he finally DID get around to why we have to have sex talk. Except to say that the way he explained things, I had to think that to him sex ranked right up there with elimination. It wasn't the highlight of my life. Especially considering... well, I don't want to talk about it, OK?) But at eleven I really WAS interested in knowing what girls looked like naked. I'd been interested in that since around age eight. Or possibly even longer, but at eight I'd first started looking through our encylopedia set. So there WERE some pictures of uncivilized foreign ladies without their tops on, but they were always wearing something down there. And then there were some paintings and statues of COMPLETELY naked ladies, but there wasn't anything down THERE. Nothing. Which didn't make any sense. Where did they pee from? And HOW? Well, look at this way. At least I didn't decide to go with the long version of this story. So to briefly summarize, at age 11 I was pretty sure girls had SOMETHING down there, but I had no idea what it looked like. Which is why I woke up early Saturday morning looking like it was Christmas day. I would've gotten up, but I was afraid I might look suspicious. "Well you're up awfully early. What are you so happy about?" Nope. That wouldn't do. It was agonizing. Almost an hour and a half of worrying about things. Like maybe mom didn't have to work that day. Even though she was almost certain she'd be working Saturdays till almost Christmas. (My father always worked Saturdays. Except for one time when the mill ran out of something.) Mabye there would be something they wanted Mandy to do that day. Or they'd think up something for ME to do. Or Mandy at the very last minute would change her mind. Or... Expect the worse and maybe it'll work out a little better than that. And at least it kept me from playing around with it that morning. Somehow that morning at breakfast I managed to look normal. Which usually was sleepy, so I even yawned a couple of times. Mandy seemed cheerful, but then she almost always was in the morning. She was a morning person and I wasn't. But FINALLY after telling us to stay out of trouble, mom and dad went out to the car, got in, dad started it up (and I was almost praying at that point, this was NOT the time for car trouble) and drove away. (!!!!) YES! YES!!! (And you the reader by now might be thinking along those same lines. So I'm sorry, but I had to explain the way things were, OK?) Hurriedly, nervously, silently we finished with the dishes. I looked over at her. "So are... you... areyou-?" "Soon as I get the bag with my stuff, all right?" And I thought, "Oh boy." Right. Without an exclamation point. Because for a few seconds I almost felt... well, I'm not sure WHAT I felt like. It was almost a sinking feeling. No, that wasn't it, it was more like... stage fright. In a way it was. That and some other feelings I'll not waste time trying to explain because I really can't to this day. But I DO know I was trembling. I could FEEL myself shaking. Mandy came back down with a grocery bag and handed it to me. "You just go on ahead now and put this in the barn and get Nicky and I'll be there in ten or fifteen minutes, all right?" I started to take a look inside the bag. "And don't LOOK in there, just take it with you, OK?" A bit calmer, I shrugged and said OK, we'd be waiting. And out the back door I went. Silly girl. There was no WAY I wasn't going to look inside that bag. And just out of sight from the house I did. And there they were, right on top of her dress. Her bra and her panties. Her PANTIES! Oh MA-AN, she was going to DO it! REALLY! Then I took off running feeling much better as now it was all her idea. Which it mostly was you know. Only about half way there I came to a screeching halt when I suddenly remembered that I'd forgotten my loin cloth. Started to go back, but then decided against it. I just forgot it that's all. And I started walking hurriedly talking to myself and occasionally shaking my head in exasperation. I was practicing for what I was going to say to Nicky. "Well, I just forgot it, OK?" "And it don't matter because she's already seen me." "No really, I FORGOT!" That sort of thing. And I also decided the best idea would be for me to place the bag in the barn out of sight before getting him. Him seeing her panties in that bag might not be a good idea. They might end up gone. He was sitting on his front steps. Looking a little nervous. "So is she coming?" "Yeah" I said all out of breath, "she'll be here in about five ten minutes so let's hurry up and get hid." Looked like he was having a bit of stage fright or whatEVER it was himself, but he reluctantly started walking with me towards the barn. "So she really isn't going to have anything on but just her dress?" "That's what she said, so I guess" then I quickly added, "which is all right because I forgot my loin cloth." He stopped dead in his tracks. "So what are you going to be wearing then?" "Nothing" I said brightly, "and it don't matter because she's already seen me naked anyway." And I was almost praying again. Silently. "Please don't chicken out, please don't chicken out, please don't-" Nicky shrugged. "Well, it's your funeral, but I'M still wearing my loin cloth." YES! And "thank you" I thought to myself without getting into the specifics of exactly what it was I saying thanks for... And for that matter I also wasn't getting into a theological discussion with myself about how whoEVER my almost prayer was directed to would already KNOW what I was almost praying for. Except that almost praying was about like crossing your fingers for good luck, so it didn't really count. Except that it worked. Hurriedly we climbed up into the loft and started undressing. When Nicky pulled his undershorts off I thought for a minute he'd changed his mind, but no, he studiously fastened his belt around his waist and then made the nessesary adjustments on his loin cloth. Then he looked at me incredulously. "You're really going to be like that." (Because it came out as a statement, see. I'm just explaining why I didn't use a question mark, OK?) But right. I should move on. And explain that I was naked at that point. With my penis straight up in the air. I might have been nervous as all get out, but IT was EXCITED. I just shrugged wryly though. "Well, I can't help it. I'm just thinking about Mandy, that's all. What we're going to do to her. It's gonna be great!" "Well shit" said Nicky, "if you're gonna go like that then I guess I might as well too" and zip, his loin cloth went fluttering away. Just like that. Then we started giggling and hyperventilating. We crouched behind a hay bale and waited. Peering out in the distance like Indians on the warpath waiting for the wagon train to appear. "It didn't matter anyway" he added, "because with it sticking out like it is it wasn't going to hide much." Which was a good point, I'd already noticed that. His stuck mostly straight out, just slightly above horizontal. Which resulted in about a three inch gap. So no, that loin cloth wasn't going to hide too much. "Yeah, no shit" I managed. Yeah, I KNOW. We should be moving on. But that "shit" was my very first cuss word ever said out loud. So it was an important milestone and I don't think Nicky even noticed. So we waited. And we waited. It probably wasn't really all that long, but it was long enough to wilt our noodles. THEN... here she came! Just walking nonchalantly along humming to herself. "Onward Christian Soldiers" as it turned out. Oops. I got ahead of myself. Only slightly, but still let's back up to "here she came". Because that's where our eyes bugged out and we started breathing real shallow like. And while our penises might have remained fairly limp had she been dressed as expected, when we saw that she wasn't WEARING her dress, they just went right back up. Quick. Her dress was casually slung over her shoulder. And all she had on (apparently) was a night gown. (So YOU got ahead of me, didn't you? But we're in good shape, so don't worry about it. Trust me on this.) I REMEMBERED that gown. A pink short-sleeved cotton gown that HAD come down to about her knees at 11, but now that she was shooting up like a weed it only came about halfway down that far. To her knees I mean. I squeaked "Oh my..." "GOD!" Nicky finished for me. "Yeah" I added shakily. But anyway, she just strolled right on into the barn, walked up to the ladder and started climbing. Humming "Onward Christian Soldiers". Imagine that. Well, it's kind of a catchy tune. But she didn't just charge up the ladder as fast as she could go, no, instead she climbed deliberately, step by step. Step by step by step. Oh it brought back some recent memories all right. And our eyes were still big as saucers. Had to be. And time OUT! Just in case. "Onward Christian Soldiers" was written by Sabine Baring-Gould in 1871. A parson in The Church of England, who also authored "The Book of Were-Wolves". He did a LOT of research into were-wolves and shape shifting and... betcha didn't know that did you? Well now you do. And if you play that sucker backwards it sounds weird. Really! Sometimes ex-fundamentalists have ghosts? So I just exorcised that sucker, that's all. Hope you feel better now. I know I sure do. Now where WAS I? Oh right. And then she was IN the loft. Where we were. And she looked around. And didn't see any naked headhunters. Because we sort of froze I guess. Got stage fright. And ducked down real quick. But bless her heart, she didn't give up. (She probably heard us anyway. So she knew EXACTLY where we were.) So she didn't say, "Oh well, I don't guess anybody's here then" and go back down. Since after all, she wasn't SUPPOSED to know anybody was up there, now was she? Mandy looked down and spotted Nicky's discarded loin cloth. "Hmmm, what's this?" and she picked it up. "Looks like a loin cloth or something. Wonder who it belongs to? ... Oh well, no use worrying about it now" and with that it went fluttering down to the ground below. And Nicky gasped and quickly cinched his belt a little tighter around his waist. Like that's really going to help. (I guess it was an instinctive move on his part. I'm pretty sure of it.) Mandy continued slowly walking around looking for any sign of civilization. She spotted a stick. And bent over to pick it up. Which caused her gown to ride up a bit in back. And also caused two spontaneous sharp intakes of breath amongst the headhunters as her back was to us. All we saw was her thighs, but that would be her UPPER thighs and if that gown were to ride up just a little MORE... we might faint dead away. I sure hoped not though. I was thinking, "Bend over again Mandy, PLEASE!" She straightened up (DRAT!) examined the stick, shrugged and tossed it aside with no comment. She appeared to be deep in thought. Then she said.. (and believe me, we headhunters were hanging onto every word).. and then she said, "Oh my goodness! I've lost one of my contacts!" and with THAT she got down on her hands and knees (facing away from us) gave the hem of her gown a little upward flip and started earnestly looking hither and yon for her lost contact. (And by the way, she didn't wear contacts.) But about that little upward flip of her gown. That little flip resulted in her gown being up just below her waist. (??!!!!!!) Or something like that, because true to her word, she didn't have any PANTIES on. Oh MY... and she was crawling around on the floor! On her hands and knees!! Why she even pushed her gown up a little FURTHER!! "DAMN!" I thought, "I wish I'd brought the binoculars!" Yeah well, that's just one of the first thoughts I had. It's hard to think straight when you're hyperventilating like that, because we were SUPPOSED to be getting around to capturing her, remember? I know YOU remember, but at first I'd forgotten about it. No, I was just transfixed by her bare butt. Which really wasn't all that dissimilar to mine or Nicky's, except it was a GIRL butt. MANDY'S butt. And... no wait! There WAS a difference! (Which came into view when then wanton missionary girl got even closer to the floor. (Where IS that contact?) So... her knees were further apart. And THAT was my first sighting of a girl's thing. Even if I wasn't real sure at first WHAT it was, but it was different. And awfully interesting. Looked like a big slit or something. "So THAT'S where she peed from! Man! Girls must have a LOT of it!" I thought. (And I was still fretting about those damn binoculars. I swear, sometimes I didn't have the common sense God gave a billy goat.) Nicky never seemed to have all that much either, but right then he had more than me, because all at once he came into my field of vision. Stealthfully sneaking up on my SISTER! (My sister's bare butt.) I'd never even noticed him leaving. Although at least that finally pushed me into motion. It was like I couldn't even feel my feet or anything, but I knew one thing, I wanted to reach Mandy's butt before he did. So there I went. "Oh no you're not!" I yelled, "Not till I-" Mandy's head jerked up and she looked back and said, "Eeek!" Or something, then she dropped to the floor. In a prone position. With her gown still up above her waist although she closed her legs. And she appeared to have come down with a case of palsy. But aside from that she just lay there. Stoically awaiting her fate like the poor lost missionary girl she was. Martyrdom can really be a lot of fun as long as you don't get carried away. Nicky glanced back at me. "Well hurry up before she gets away! "I thought you were going to have something on" said Mandy in a muffled and somewhat tremulous tone of voice. "I forgot it" I said hurriedly. By then both of us headhunters were standing over her. Then almost reverently we knelt beside the poor missionary girl, one on each side of her bare butt. And we gazed at it with what can only be described as rapt admiration. Wonder. Unbridled lust. Mixed in with a lot of heavy breathing I guess. Wheezing? "We'll do it at the same time" said Nicky and with that, his trembling hand slowly began it's descent. "OK" I squeaked. "Oh no! What are you going to DO?" quavered Mandy in a still muffled tone of voice. Nicky ad-libbed, "White missionary lady must pay!" And Mandy went, "But-" and then she jerked. Flinched. Whatever it is you do when two sweaty hands come to rest on your bare bottom. Then she exclaimed, "Oh my stars!" But she just laid there stoically, apparently resigned to her fate. Which was very nice of her. Oh, it was GLORIOUS! Our first feel of a girl's bare behind! If you think about it, it probably felt pretty much like our own behinds, but you know how it is, this was Mandy! And she's just letting us rub on her butt! And really, for a minute or so that's all we DID do, just rubbed and squeezed on her butt. Because it felt very nice. Nicky did try once or twice to pull her legs open a bit more, because he'd also seen that thing between her legs (it was pretty hard to miss) but for a little bit she returned to being a proper missionary girl and resisted. "So I guess we're going to have to torture her" I managed. "What?" and with that Mandy twisted and sat up, just like that. That girl was stronger than she looked! But her gown was still gathered up at her waist. And THERE IT WAS! Her treasure. That thing between her legs. Our mouths dropped open and our eyes bugged out. Right. Again. Mandy glanced down at herself, giggled and said, "Oh dear!" But she made no move to make herself any less presentable. It looked like two big puffy lips. And there were some little brown hairs growing down there. Probably not more than ten or so (I never got around to counting them, but there weren't all that many.) And then once again there was that slit. By definition I think all lips have an opening in between, but we hadn't ever SEEN one. I don't think there was any place in the county that sold magazines with naked ladies, Nicky's father didn't subscribe to any and you know good and well my father sure didn't, so no, we hadn't. Well, there sure was a lot more down there than just a blank space, that much was for sure! "WOW!" I said almost reverently. Like I'd just found the Holy Grail. "WOW!" Nicky? Something like, "Can... can... can we.. you know, can-" "Now lets see what we have here" interrupted Mandy and with that, her right hand wrapped itself around my erection and her left around Nicky's. Just like THAT! And we were quite startled and forgot all about being headhunters. As though we hadn't already. But yes, we were QUITE startled. In fact it sort of looked like now she'd captured US! "Well, I don't know which one I like the best" she finally commented. "They sort of look the same, but they're a little different. ... But then girls are like that too. Did you know that?" Nooo, we didn't know that. About girls. We didn't know much of ANYthing about girls. So tell us more. There is much you can teach us, missionary girl. Yep, she'd captured us all right. And it was tickling down there too. You think? "How come your balls sort of hang down and Seth's don't all that much?" she asked Nicky. He shrugged. Sort of. "I dunno, they just do I guess. And I was thinking, "Who told her about balls?" Oh, and I also thought, "What, she likes his more than mine? Or is it- Hey WAIT a minute!" and with that I jumped up, startling everybody. And of course my stiff penis slapped up and then back down. BOING! BOING... like that. Sort of. The missionary girl giggled. She could find more things to GIGGLE about- "I wonder if Nicky's does that?" and with that she pushed down and let it go. And yeah his did that too. BOING- except not quite as much. So maybe now she liked mine more than his for a change. But anyway. Back to that "Hey WAIT a minute!" thought of mine. Much as I liked her playing around with it, I was a little put off by her comparing it to Nicky's. I mean what WAS this, some kind of science fair project or something? And that's when I remembered that WE were supposed to see HER. Naked. Completely. Otherwise, it just wasn't fair. And so I said, "Hey Nicky! Let's get that gown off her, OK?" And sooo... we did. And Mandy didn't resist. We'd already seen her pussy anyway, so really... and so docile as could be she raised her arms and off it went. Just like that. Her boobs really weren't that big, but they were boobs all the same. And they looked very interesting. We were going to have a very interesting time here, no doubt about it. But THEN- "What in the WORLD is going ON up here?" exclaimed someone right behind us. And us headhunters jumped about a FOOT! Maybe even more than that. "Oh hi Julie" said Mandy cheerfully. to be continued. Well, I guess so! About all I've managed so far is just to get everybody's clothes off. Except for Julie's I guess. JULIE???? Have we been set up? (We headhunters.) Well, HAVE we? Obviously we have been mislead. JULIE wasn't supposed to... Never trust a girl who doesn't wear panties. NEVER! But fundamentalist children don't just jump right into the biggie anyway. Most of them need to explore things first. And there's so MUCH to explore. So please be patient with them. They're doing the best they can. (As am I.) But anyway. We've at least disposed of most of the clothing. And you must admit that this is an important step. And I sincerely hope you enjoyed the process. And I also hope your anticipation remains high. Or tented. Or whatEVER. And of course comments are still welcome and looked forward to. Almost all of them. And thank you for reading my story. jjjanicki@gmail.com