Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2022 06:19:48 +0200
From: renae_agpee@gmx.com
Subject: Emily's Problem, Chapter 20

Eight year old Emily learns about bodies and sex with her family.

Thanks to the kind people who've reached out - I'm glad you're enjoying
my first story.  I'm having alot of fun writing it!

And don't forget to support Nifty: https://donate.nify.org/

Ren


Chapter 20

We decided to go get a drink in the kitchen, so I carried Petey down
while Christy used the bathroom. I put Petey in his high chair and was
getting some glasses down when Ben came in the door.

"Hi Em!" he looked around "Where's Christy?"

"In the bathroom. You want some lemonade?"

"Nah, we got cokes from the garage fridge." he paused, then came closer
and said more quietly "You ok Em? You know ... about last night n
stuff?"

"Yea, I'm good." I replied smiling.

"You're not ... you know ... hurt, or anything?" he asked, gesturing
vaguely at my crotch.

"No, I'm fine! Well ... maybe a little sore." I giggled.

"Wish I could kiss it and make it better!"

"Gross!" I yelled, and slapped him on the shoulder, laughing. Petey
laughed too. But I was giggling to myself about having said the same
thing to Christy just yesterday!

He just shrugged, then looked around quickly, then bent down to kiss me
on the lips, his hand on the back of my neck. I was caught off guard, and
it took me a second to react and return it, my hand on his chest. Ben's
lips felt different then Christy's -- firmer maybe. And his mouth was
bigger. They were both so nice.

But then I heard the bathroom door open and I pushed Ben away. He looked
confused for a moment.

"I'm in the kitchen Christy!" I yelled.

In a second I heard her running down the stairs.

"What's gross!?" she asked coming through the door.

"Huh?"

"Oh, hi Ben! I heard you yell `Gross!'"

"Oh uh..."

"I made like I was gonna wipe my greasy hands on her!" Ben volunteered
and mimed doing it to Christy, who shied back. His hands were pretty
greasy. I hadn't noticed. His face was too.

"Stay away you dirtbag!" she laughed, as Ben went after her like a
zombie.

"You want lemonade Christy?"

"Yea, that's good!" she shrieked as she ducked under zombie-Ben's
arms to the other side of the table.

"Ice?"

"Yea!" as they lunged one way then the other around the table.

"Why are you in here Ben?! Careful with Petey!!" I yelled as he pushed
past the high chair. Petey looked confused and a little stressed at all
the noise and action.

He dropped the zombie act. "I gotta pee!" he said, as he turned toward
the hall bathroom.

"You better wash your hands first -- or your little wee wee will get all
dirty!" Christy said in a mocking sing-song voice.

"Well, you can wash it for me if it does!" Ben yelled back over his
shoulder without missing a beat.

Christy turned bright red "Like ... you ..." she stammered, flustered.
"If I could find it!" she finally spit out as the bathroom door closed.
We heard Ben laughing from inside.

I cracked up laughing too, as I handed her the lemonade. But we did hear
the sink run before we heard his pee splashing loudly in the toilet.

"Boys are so gross!" Christy complained.

"You kinda started it!" I laughed.

I gave Petey a sippy cup with some lemonade too -- with some extra water
and no ice like Mommy says. He looked happy again as he sucked on it
noisily. I sat down next to him.

"No, I mean, it's so loud when they pee standing up like that. I don't
want to hear that!" she wrinkled her nose.

I shrugged "Yea, I guess." I heard it all the time through the wall in
my bedroom. She must too, with the bathroom she shared with Carl.

Ben came out of the bathroom. I noticed the sink didn't run again after
he peed. Boys are gross.

"All done!" he said brightly.

"Did ya get it all dirty?" Christy giggled, leaning against the table
next to me.

"Nope!" and Ben hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and
pulled the front all the way down until his penis and balls were
completely exposed and he kind of wiggled it around just a foot or so
away from us. It looked kind of half hard as it flopped back and forth.
"See!?" He wasn't wearing underwear - again.

Christy just reached out and grabbed it! She was so fast Ben didn't even
have time to react.

"Ow, hey, what the heck!!" he exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist.
Christy just grinned at him, holding his penis. Then her face turned.

"Oh my god!" She let go and yanked her hand back. Ben was fully hard
now -- I guess a girl grabbing it will do that, but I didn't think it
happened that fast.

"It's sticky. Oh gross oh gross oh gross why is it sticky??" She ran
to the sink with her hand held away like it didn't belong to her.

Ben turned red, let his shorts snap back and turned for the door.

"Ben, you're so disgusting! Get out of here!!" I yelled.

Christy was scrubbing her hands frantically in the sink. "What the
heck!! Oh god Emmy, why was it sticky?!?" she moaned. "Are they all
like that??" She got some more soap and scrubbed some more.

I'd figured it out of course ... and being about nose level, I'd smelled
it to. Ben hadn't washed this morning and his whole penis and crotch
area were still all sticky with my pussy juice.

"No, I just think my disgusting brother needs to take a bath."

"I guess ... and yea, Nick's wasn't like that at all." she said as she
turned from the sink and took a sip of her lemonade.

I giggled at that "Don't bite it Cwithy!" I lisped. Christy snorted
lemonade out of her nose and turned back to the sink for a paper towel.
Petey cracked up.

"Don't do that!" she said, laughing and wiping her face. "Oh crap,
that burns!"

"Maybe I do like girls better -- they aren't so smelly and gross." she
said after she recovered. "Does he do that a lot?"

"Not a lot." I shrugged "But yea, it's not the first time. Never that
close before though."

"It definitely looked bigger then Nick's. And it wasn't even hard.
Have you ever seen it hard?"

Now it was almost my turn to snort my lemonade. Had I ever seen it hard!?
I squeezed my vagina, remembering his hard cock inside me last night.

But I kept it together. "It was by the time you let go! I can't believe
you grabbed it -- you were like, ninja fast!!"

She laughed "Well, he was just waving it around like a dork! Now I've
touched two dicks!" She made a face and added "But one was gross."

"Three." I said, tickling Petey's knee."

"Oh yea ... can't forget Petey's cute little dickie!" as she kissed
him on top of his head. "Two more then you!"

Tied! I thought to myself.

She reach out and brushed my hair back. "You've got some kinda grease
or dirt on your neck."

"Huh -- where?" I reached back -- and remembered Ben's hand on my neck
when he kissed me.

"Right here." she said, touching my neck. "I thought you just took a
bath?"

"I ... yea, I guess I missed a spot."

"And here on your lip too." she wiped at my upper lip with her paper
towel. "I'm pretty sure I would have noticed that before." she looked
around quickly, bent to kiss me then looked at me quizzically.

Then daddy came in, the screen door banging behind him.

"Hi Girls! Hi Petey!" as he tousled his hair.

"Hi Daddy!"

"Hi Uncle Ron!"

"Everything going ok?"

"Yea ... well, Petey had a big stinky diaper. But I changed him."

"Did you put it in the diaper pail?"

"Uh ... no. I better go do that."

"Yea. Or your whole room will smell!" he added as he went to the hall
bathroom.

In a minute, we heard him peeing even louder and longer then Ben had --
like a waterfall! Christy and I both giggled.

"His thing must be huge!" Christy whispered.

You have no idea! I thought. I pushed her and whispered back "What the
heck Christy!?" She just shrugged and giggled some more.

Daddy came out again, smiling at us. The sink didn't run at all. Boys
are so disgusting.

We went out in the back yard after that. I asked daddy if we could take
Petey down to the park in the stroller, but he didn't want us going by
ourselves. So we put him in his swing seat -- which he loves -- and
played fetch with Rusty and stuff. And listened to daddy getting grumpy
about the truck and yell at Ben for not holding the flashlight right. I
learned some new words!

Uncle Scott and Carl got here about the same time that mommy and Aunty
Rachel got back. Mommy fed Petey right away -- Christy didn't want to
burp him again! And then mommy asked us to watch him some more while they
started dinner.

Ben, Carl and Uncle Scott were helping daddy I guess. It looked more like
they were standing around talking and drinking cokes while daddy worked
on the truck. Uncle Scott and Carl were wearing nice clothes, so I guess
they didn't want to get dirty. Daddy says that Uncle Scott can barely
change a light bulb by himself, so he probably wouldn't be much help
anyway. But I guess he's a wizard with computers.

Christy and I took Petey over there and hung out with them a little
while, but it was boring -- all they talked about was sports stuff - so
we went in and watched some TV. Petey fell asleep on Christy's lap,
which she thought was pretty cool. She had a big smile while she rubbed
his back. I decided not to tell her that he was drooling on her shorts!

Soon mommy called everyone to wash up for dinner. We ate out on the patio
-- grilled chicken legs, mashed potatoes, corn and watermelon! It was
fun, except when Aunty Rachel got stung by a bee under her arm. But lucky
she's not allergic like my friend Dawn -- she had to go to the hospital
when she got stung at recess last year. Her face swelled up so bad that
you could hardly see her eyes and she couldn't hardly breath! She's ok
now but she has to carry this special pen thing with her all the time.
She showed it to me once, it kind of looked like a fat orange marker that
can give her a shot with some medicine if she gets stung again.

Anyway, the grown ups and Carl sat at the big picnic table, while
Christy, Ben and I sat at the little table that daddy made for us when we
were smaller. Carl's legs wouldn't fit under it at all any more, and it
was getting kinda small for Ben too -- he kinda sat sideways opposite
Christy and I.

"Hey Sticky, can you pass the salt?" Christy asked, looking at Ben who
was talking to Carl about some video game party. He didn't answer, so
she tapped him on the shoulder "Hey Sticky!"

"Huh, what?" Ben replied, looking confused. Christy and I were both
giggling.

"I said, could you pass me the salt." Christy replied "Please?"
pointing to the shaker on the edge of the big table, next to him. He got
all red when he understood what she said, but he passed her the salt
without saying anything or even looking at her.

"Thanks Sticky!" He ignored her and turned back to Carl.

After a few minutes, I nudged him with my foot under the table "Hey
Sticky, can you grab me another chicken leg?" I tried to keep a straight
face, but just couldn't. He got me the leg, but Carl had picked up on it
now too.

"Why'd she call you sticky?" he asked.

"I dunno." Ben mumbled, almost unintelligibly.

"What?" Carl persisted.

"I don't know" he replied, still quietly "but she better stop!" He
kicked me under the table.

"Ow! Stop kicking me Sticky!" I replied pretty loudly -- that got a
quizzical look and half smile from Aunty Rachel. Christy and I giggled
some more -- it was fun being on the dishing-out side with Ben for once.
But I was wary of the payback.

"Knock it off!" Ben complained.

"Ok Sticky, we're sorry." Christy replied with mock sincerity. I
snorted and almost spit out my food.

Carl got in on it too "Hey Sticky, want to play on my DS after dinner?"

You could see that Ben was getting pretty mad now. I whispered to
Christy, cupping my hand to her ear, that we better back off. But she
added "Yea, you should see the new Mario Kart ,Sticky!"

"Stop calling me that!" he yelled.

That got everyone's attention, and daddy leaned front to look down the
table. "Calling you what? What's going on down there?"

"They're calling me names." Ben pouted.

"What kind of names?" Mommy asked.

"Nothing." Ben mumbled, looking at his plate.

"Christy called him `sticky'" Carl added.

"Sticky? Or stinky? Why'd they call you that?" Mommy asked.

"I dunno..." Ben mumbled.

"Well, there must..." Mommy started to say, but daddy interrupted her
with his `knock-it-off' voice.

"It doesn't matter -- you guys know how I feel about name-calling. I
don't want to hear it again!"

Everybody was pretty quiet after that -- even the grown-ups, but
especially the kids table. But after a bit, everyone was talking and
laughing again, except for Ben who still looked kind of mad.

I reached across the table and touched his arm "Oh come on Ben, you call
me names all the time."

"No I don't!" he replied.

"Yea right -- like at breakfast this morning?" I asked.

"But ..."

"But what? You know it's true." I insisted.

"But this one's true!" Christy added gleefully.

Ben glared at her ... I gave her a look too. That wasn't helpful ... but I
had a hard time keeping a straight face while I did it.

"But what Ben? You know you do!" I leaned across the table, replying
quietly, but forcefully.

"Yea but ..."

"But?" I looked at him questioningly.

"But everyone is doing it now." he replied almost silently, looking
down at his plate.

"Sucks, huh?" I asked, and turned back to Christy. I felt bad for him,
but not to bad -- he called me names so much I sometimes didn't think he
knew my real name. But `Sticky' was pretty hilarious ... as long as no
one asked to much about where it came from.

Ben turned toward me and whispered "Maybe I'll tell them what it
means!"

Christy leaned across the table and replied instantly, whispering
fiercely "Oh really ... you want to explain about how you pulled your
pants down and were waving your ... your thingy ... around right in front
of Emmy and I??"

Ben didn't reply.

"Yea, I didn't think so." Christy added smugly. But I was wondering if
Ben meant about her grabbing him ... or if he meant why it was sticky to
begin with. He wouldn't be that stupid would he? Right?

"You want to know why it was sticky?" he hissed back at her.

Oh crap. He really was that stupid.

"Ben shut up!" I said loudly, kicking him under the table. Everybody
was looking at the kids table again.

"Ow!" he yelped, and kicked me back hard, right on the shin with his
boots -- I just had tennies on.

"Ow, Ben, stop it!" I cried out as the tears came and I grabbed my
shin.

"Hey, what the hell's going on down there?!" daddy yelled as he got up
from the table quickly -- Aunty Rachel had gone to the kitchen for
something, and the whole table tilted toward mommy, Carl and Uncle Scott,
spilling drinks and the potato salad. He sat down again quickly, but
everything was a huge mess and Uncle Scott was cursing about the plate of
food that spilled in his lap. Rusty was eating the potato salad off the
patio.

"She started it!" Ben yelled, pointing at me.

"Did Not!" I screamed through my tears -- my leg hurt so bad.

Aunty Rachel came out to see what was going on and ran over to hug me,
while daddy got up again, more carefully.

"What's going on sweety? Aunty Rachel asked "Are you ok?"

"Ben kicked me." I sniffled. I had my foot up on the bench, my hands on
my shin hugging my knee to my chest.

"Oh sweety, ok let me see it." she pulled my hand away.

"Ok baby, yea ... you're gonna have a bruise there I think. But it'll
be ok -- I'll get you some ice." Mommy was there now too, and Aunty
Rachel went back to the house. I looked at the red mark on my shin -- it
was kinda scraped too. Mommy sat behind me on the low bench and wrapped
her arm around my chest.

Daddy had pulled Ben up from the table and had him by the upper arm.
"What the heck Ben?" he asked angrily "What's going on?" He shook
him a little as he yelled and Ben looked scared.

"Ow ... they ... they were all calling me names!" he stammered "I ... I
got mad!"

"I don't care - you can't hit your sister like that! Understand?" as
he shook him again.

"But...!"

"No buts, you can't hit your sister like that. Ever." he said firmly.
This was worse than the `knock-it-off' voice. I wasn't even the one
getting yelled at, and I never wanted to hear it again. Now Ben was
crying too.

Aunty Rachel was back with a ziplock bag full of ice. "Here you go
sweety." she held it to my leg "it was all ready still, from my bee
sting."

"And the rest of you..." daddy continued, glaring at Carl, and Christy
and I "the name calling has to stop ... it gets out of hand, and people
get hurt."

"I'm sorry Uncle Ron." Christy said quietly, I turned to look at her.
She was staring at her feet. "It's my fault. I started it. I ... I was
just having fun."

"Doesn't look like anyone's having fun right now, does it?" he
replied, still angry.

"No"

"Then don't do it!"

"Ok Ron, that's enough ... they get it." mommy said quietly.

"I'm just tired of the bickering." he said more quietly. He let go of
Ben's arm and went to the table and sighed -- Uncle Scott was wiping up
the spilled drinks and stuff with paper towels, so daddy went to the
cooler and got out another beer.

"And you should know better." Aunty Rachel said firmly to Carl.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

I turned toward mommy. "Ben calls me names all the time and he doesn't
get in trouble."

"Sure he does."

"Not really. I mean ... you tell him not to but he still does it." I was
still sniffling, but my leg didn't hurt so much now.

"Ok honey, I'll try to pay more attention." she turned to Ben "You
got that?"

"Yea" Ben replied sullenly, still standing, rubbing his arm where daddy
had grabbed him.

"I mean it Ben -- she's right, you do call her names a lot."

"It has to stop." daddy added.

"Yea ... ok. I'll try."

"Not try. Just don't do it." daddy said more forcefully.

"Ok"

"How's your leg Emmy?" Aunty Rachel asked.

"Uhmm ... yea, it feels better.

"Ok, good -- keep the ice on it and it won't bruise as much. What do
you say Ben?"

"Huh?"

"What do you have to say to Emmy?"

"Oh ... uh ... I'm sorry Emmy." he mumbled unconvincingly.

"And the rest of you?" daddy asked.

"Sorry Ben." Carl, Christy and I mumbled back.

"Ok ... are we done now?" Mommy gave me a squeeze and stood up. "Let's
eat!" she added brightly as she went to the cooler and got herself a
fresh drink also.

So we did ... it was awkward at first. Ben was pouting, and I was mad at
him -- partly for kicking me but also because it seemed like he was gonna
give away our secret just cuz he was mad. But soon everyone was eating
and talking and laughing and stuff again. Christy told some story about
her friend's dog that peed on the floor whenever she got to excited ...
and she got excited about everything I guess. So we were all cracking up
about that. Of course Ben had to have a better story, so he told
something about Brad's older sister freaking out when their dog humped
her leg. I didn't know what that meant, but Carl thought it was
hilarious. I tried to ask, but mommy told Ben to talk about something
else. I didn't have any good dog stories -- Rusty barfed in my room once
and I stepped in it in my socks, but that wasn't really a fun story.

A thunderstorm came in just as everyone was finishing up, so we all
scrambled to carry everything in and only got a little wet. After we got
everything cleaned up, the grown-ups were still talking -- daddy was
telling them about our camping trip I think, and about how something else
went wrong fixing the truck I guess. So we all went to watch TV in the
living room. It was raining hard and thundering now.

Christy and I sat squeezed together in the poofy chair where Ben and I
were last night. Christy wanted to watch some show about these girls that
were kind of witches and could do magic. Carl argued with her about it,
but he and Ben were taking turns with Carl's DS on the couch so they
weren't really watching anyway. Carl was right -- it was kinda dumb. But
Christy and I were talking and not really watching either.

"I'm sorry ... about the thing with Ben." she said.

"It's ok, he was just being a jerk ... again." I replied. "That was
pretty funny though -- Sticky!" We both laughed at that.

"Yea, he really got mad about that!" she replied. "But it was true!"

"Yea, but you can't tell anyone!" I replied.

"Well, no ... but I bet he'd get in more trouble for pulling his pants
down!" she snickered.

"Yea, probably.

"What do you think he was going to say?"

"About what?" We were forehead to forehead whispering. I could tell
that she was looking up at the boys once in awhile, but they weren't
paying attention to us at all.

"He asked if I wanted to know why it was sticky." she replied "I kinda
do!"

"Uh, yea .. I dunno. He's just a gross boy."

"You got really mad at him when he said that though!" she said, poking
me in the ribs.

"No I didn't"

"Yea you did! You kicked him and everything -- then he kicked you
back."

"Yea ... well he was just being annoying."

Do you know?"

"Know what?"

"Why his ... " she paused and looked over my shoulder at the boys, then
leaned in even closer "why his dick was so sticky!?" she whispered
conspiratorially, then broke down giggling like an idiot.

"Gross! How would I know!?"

"Then why'd you get mad?"

"I didn't!"

"Yea, you did!"

"No!" I turned away from her. She just shrugged and we watched the dumb
show for awhile.

She leaned over again. "Do you think we could have a sleep-over
tonight?"

"Uh ... maybe. Here or at your place?"

"Either."

"We can ask I guess."

"Ok, let's go!" She jumped up out of the chair and grabbed my hand and
we ran to the kitchen. It looked like things were wrapping up with them.

"Mom, can we do a sleepover tonight?!" Christy asked Aunty Rachel.

"Well, I don't know sweety?" she replied, and looked to Uncle Scott.

"Carl has that Scout thing tomorrow, but that's it I think." he
replied.

"They could stay here." Mommy replied "I don't think we have anything
going tomorrow."

"Can we mom!" Christy begged.

"You're sure it's ok?"

"Of course." mommy replied "I can drop her off tomorrow afternoon."

Ben and Carl had come out to the kitchen now too.

"Drop who off?" Ben asked.

"Christy's gonna sleep over tonight!" I replied excitedly.

"Oh -- can Carl stay too!" Ben asked.

"Nope, sorry guy -- Carl has something going on tomorrow." Uncle Scott
replied.

"What?" Carl asked.

"You're helping with Nate's eagle project."

"Oh ..." he replied, dejected "Do I have to?"

"Yea, you have to! You promised you'd help."

"But..."

"Nope, he's counting on you."

"Yea, Ok I guess."

"No fair!" Ben pouted.

"Some other time sport! Maybe Carl will have you over when we do another
LAN party." Uncle Scott replied.

"Ok .. I guess. But I don't even have a system." he complained.

"We'll figure something out!"

"Ok"

Ok, well I think the rain mostly stopped. We better get going!" Aunty
Rachel said "Do you have all your stuff Carl?"

"Yea ..." he held up the DS "Just this ... the batteries are dead."

"Well, you'll probably fall asleep anyway." Uncle Scott replied.

"Ok, well this was fun!" mommy said, getting up and scooping Petey up
from the playpen where he was sleeping. "We should do this more often."

"Let us know about the trip." daddy added.

"What trip?" Carl asked.

"We might go camping with Uncle Ron and Aunt Julie in a few weeks."
Uncle Scott replied "If I can get the time off."

"Oh, OK, cool."

After that, it was all just everyone saying goodbye and getting their
stuff and all. Petey woke up and was crying. Ben whined about how unfair
it was that I got a sleepover but he didn't and stuff.

Mommy knelt by him and explained that he'd get a chance some other time,
then wrinkled her nose "You are kinda stinky..." Christy and I giggled
at that quietly "and greasy." she added, touching his cheek. "Why
don't you go get in the bath before bedtime?"

"Ah mom!"

"Nope, you're filthy! Say good bye and get up to the bath!"

"Does Emmy have to take one too?"

"She took one this morning."

"That's not fair!"

"It's fine, now get going!" daddy added.

"I'll be up to help you once I get Petey down." Mommy said.

"I can do it myself!" Ben replied grumpily. I think he was embarrassed
about being treated like a little kid in front of Carl. But mommy or
daddy pretty much always still gave him his bath.

"Ok mister ... just make sure you use soap." she laughed "And wash your
face -- I'll know!"

So he said his goodbyes and headed up the steps as Uncle Scott, Aunty
Rachel and Carl headed out the door.