Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2007 09:04:24 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Mandy the Missionary Girl

The following story contains sex play between two minor siblings. Even if
nothing MAJOR happens in chapter 1, I'm still pretty sure it's enough to
get arrested for. At least in some places. Some other places you might
just have to submit to psychiatric counseling, but then that's so not
good either. And in the case of THIS story, one also has to consider the
reaction of the parents. Although I'd just as soon not think about that,
even if it's all in the past. But if reading about this sort of thing is
illegal either because of place of residence or because of age, then
don't, OK? Really, because in chapter two things REALLY start getting
complicated.

Although inspired by actual events, some of it didn't really happen. And
that's about as specific as I'm ever going to be about it. Names have
been changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty.

Damn right, they have.


                   Mandy the Missionary Girl
                           chapter 1

It all got started one Saturday afternoon in early September when me and
Nicky were playing naked Amazon headhunters up in his hayloft. We'd been
playing naked this and naked that for most of the summer, but headhunters
was the most fun because we'd paint ourselves up and take turns capturing
each other.
 
I was eleven. Nicky was ten. (And a half.) So you really shouldn't read
too much into us chasing each other around like that. You COULD, but you
shouldn't. Or at least not right away. Not until Mandy found out about
it.

Mandy's my older sister. She was twelve and had always tended to be a bit
bossy as is often the case with big sisters. In fact, there were times
when she was just about insufferable.

And maybe I should fill you in on a few more particulars, like for
instance,
my name. Not that it matters that much, but it's Seth. My father was a
minister. Protestant-fundamentalist persuasion. Our church was a very
small one, so both he and my mom worked regular jobs during the day,
leaving Mandy more or less in charge of things. But for the most part if
we'd stay out of her hair then she'd stay out of ours. We lived in the
southeastern corner of Georgia, about 50 miles from the coast. In a rural
area. VERY rural. So Nicky was the only boy anywhere near my age around.
He lived half a mile down the road. But we always got along great, even
before he came up with the idea of us running around naked. It was just a
recent development (from the start of that summer vacation) and it took
some doing at first for him to talk me into joining him, but once I'd
overcome my natural shyness I was all for it. But I was a very innocent
child and knew next to nothing about... well, you know.. about sex.
Zilch.

Although I did know I was supposed to keep my clothes on. I'd known that
much from the time I was five and decided one day it would be fun to take
them all off while I was playing under the house. Only as it turned out,
it WASN'T a good idea. And would you like to know who caught me under the
house without my clothes on? Mandy. And then she told on me.    

Nicky's folks were unchurched. So he was as well. Not that they were bad
people, they just liked to do other stuff on Sunday. But I guess Nicky's
being unchurched had a lot to do with my being susceptible to sinful
behavior. Or maybe not. Hard to explain really, but I'll try anyway. See,
if I didn't do what my parents told me to do, I was sinning. If I FORGOT
to do what they told me to do, I was sinning. And I tended to be very
forgetful. And... well, actually there was a long list of things I could
do that were in fact sinful and all this without even knowing there was
such a thing as sex. And as a result more often than not it seemed I was
bound for Hell if I were to die in my sleep that night or something. I
didn't DWELL on it, but it did seem that way.

And by age eleven, things really started getting complicated as I first
began questioning what I had been taught. Like exactly why Nicky was
destined for eternal damnation. And him only ten and a half. But if what
I had been taught was true, then if he was so unfortunate as to be in the
car with his folks when they had a terrible accident, that's where he was
going to end up. I couldn't accept the justice in that, and it seemed
unlikely that I ever would. Because Nicky was my friend. My BEST friend.

So that's why I finally guessed if I was going to be in the same boat
with him, I might as well run around naked. We hiked in the woods and
through cornfields, had races, wrestled, captured and tortured each
other, jumped up and down out in the middle of the road until we heard a
car coming... just all sorts of things. I will admit that strange
tickling sensations sometimes occurred, but at first nothing came of it.
Torturing each other caused it to tickle, for instance. Because our
torturing consisted mostly of tickling each other. Even down there. We
just never did it for that long, that's all.     

And then Mandy entered the picture.

We were chasing each other around his hay loft when I first saw her.
Fortunately she was at least fifty yards away. And at least Julie wasn't
with her. Mandy's best friend. Sometimes they almost acted like they were
in LUV or something. Although she was pretty good looking, I had to admit
that much. But she was a girl. SPEAKING of which, Mandy was definitely
headed our way and to make matters even worse, all our clothes were down
below. We could hide, but it looked like she already knew we were up
there and if she spotted our clothes.... oh boy oh boy oh BOY! Was I ever
in trouble! 

And she'd heard us all right. Screaming like savages and here we were
painted from head to toe with water coloring. EVERYWHERE. Nicky painted
mine purple and I two-toned his. Which caused that tickling sensation
again and made them stick up, but really, that was good because they
looked more war-like that way. Even though once we started running around
they'd go back down again. Or at least until one of us got captured.
THEN... We were getting close all right, but we still hadn't got there.
Not quite yet.

But about Mandy. Yes. That WAS a very important consideration.

By the time she reached the barn, everything was deathly quiet. So she
looked around, all at once did a double-take and her face aflame with
dawning recognition said, "I know exactly where you are and I know what
you're doing too!"

Nicky said, "Oh yeah? What?" It didn't seem that he understood the
seriousness of the situation.

"We're playing Indians" I added weakly.

"Without any clothes on, I suppose" she sniffed disdainfully.

Nicky blurted out, "No, we ain't got any clothes on. We're not SUPPOSED
to because we're headhunters, so go away!" Don't guess there was much use
to deny it at that point, but I almost fainted. I started feeling
light-headed and everything. Really. Because she was going to TELL! Of
COURSE she was. She ALWAYS did.

But I never EVER considered the possibility of her deciding to climb UP
there. You know, into the loft. Where we were. My eyes got big as
saucers, I bet. "Mandy! You can't come up here!" I said frantically.
Meanwhile, Nicky said something which sounded a like a cuss word (I
hadn't quite gotten around to that yet), and started throwing loose hay
at her. Which really didn't slow her down too much.

But at least 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
menacing step. And she did stop two or three times to get the hay out of
her hair plus maybe she was wondering if she could keep going and stay
righteous and pure and all that, but even so, she advanced closer and
closer, step by step, until finally she was IN our loft! Only a few feet
away! Two pairs of big round pretty deeply concerned eyes peered over the
barricade of hay. It was time for desperate measures.

"You better go away!" I said.

"And what if I don't?" asked Mandy.

"You might see something you don't want to" said Nicky.

"Oh? And what might that be?" she asked brightly.

"You know" said Nicky.

But ANYway, since I don't wish this part of the story to be interminable,
I'll go ahead and tell you that her scrupples finally held her in check
and she never did peek at us. She seemed to have really strong scrupples.
But she sure did think about it long enough. I was about to itch to death
before she FINALLY was kind enough to get our clothes and then go back
down so we could get dressed. But I guess it worked out OK. She
interrogated us later on, but she didn't get much out of it except we
were playing headhunters and it was hot and headhunters didn't wear
clothes. At least not Amazon headhunters.

"Well, you better not do it again" Mandy said with great finality.

"We will if we want to" said Nicky.

It probably would have been our last day as naked savages though. I'm
pretty sure of it. Except for one thing. 

She didn't tell. I was concerned about it for awhile, but I was sort of
guessing she wouldn't because it seemed like she'd lost some of her moral
high ground. A lot of it. And actually, this bothered me. Of course I was
bothered because she knew we had been running around naked and had she
told, THAT would have bothered me, but then her not acting normal was
bothering me as well.

Then two nights later it happened. The UNTHOUGHT of. Our folks went to
some kind of religious rally in Savannah. But because it was a school
night, they didn't think we should go. So it was just me and her and I
bet not more than ten minutes had gone by before she started asking
questions again.
 
"The other day" she said, "you know, up in Nicky's barn?... You and him
do that a lot?"

I blushed. "Do what?", I asked.

She giggled nervously (I knew a nervous giggle when I heard one), blushed
a little herself and managed, "You know, take your clothes off. You do
that much?"

"No, not really" I replied.

But she pressed on. "Well when you do.. well... I mean, what do you do
then?"

"We just play headhunters, that's all."

"You don't ever play doctor and all, do you?"

I blushed even more deeply and said no we didn't.

Then after about thirty seconds of uncomfortable silence, out of nowhere
she remarked, "It's OK if you're brother and sister and you see each
other, you know that?"

So in the neighborhood of thirty more seconds passed, then carefully I
asked, "What do you mean?"

At least fifteen more seconds passed. She looked down at the floor. "You
know."

Incredulously I asked, "You mean without any CLOTHES on?"

Lamely she replied, "It's not wrong if you're brother and sister."

Yeah, well, you sure could've fooled me. But I was filled with normal
curiosity. I looked it up later, and it's normal. "So let me see."

Silence.

"Well, you said it was OK, so let me see."

Mandy chewed on her lip pensively then said... "You go first."

Which was a very shocking development as you might guess. And the way I
looked at it, if she asked me to take my clothes off and I did and she
looked, then I had her over a barrel. So she would have to take HERS off.
And so with that in mind, no more than ten seconds elapsed before I
started undressing, only she stopped me just as I started to pull my
undershorts down.

"I'm scared" she said.

And just like that, I'd lost the upper hand. "Well, it was your idea" I
said defensively.

She looked at me earnestly. "Do you think it's OK?"

That really WAS a switch. "You said it was."

She seemed torn by indecision. Since then I've read somewhere that
children often find sudden role reversals upsetting and threatening and
from my own experience, I would say that's true. There I stood in just my
undershorts, bombarded by all kinds of strange and conflicting emotions.
Even today I cannot begin to catalogue them, much less explain them, or
at least not all of them, but I do recall one feeling very distinctly.
She didn't tell me to stop until I was down to my undies and I was about
to pull them down and now she was chickening out. I felt like I'd been
had.

But I gave it one last shot. "Well, let's play doctor and nurse then."

"I don't know" said Mandy.

"I'll go first" I said.

FINALLY ... "OK. I'll give you a check-up. You get on the bed."

"You want me to finish undressing?"

"No, I'll get those when it's time. Now lay on your stomach."

So I did. She puttered busily about for all of ten seconds then
announced, "According to your chart, you haven't had your chicken pox
shot yet. So we'll just slip these right off..." It sure did get to be
time awfully fast. Then she stuck me with a pencil.

"Hey! That hurt!" I said.

"It'll just sting for a second..." (I think you're supposed to say that
BEFORE, not after)... "We'll just put some alcohol on it."

"Oh no you're not!" I yelled, for what good it did, since she was already
applying the alcohol with a cotton swab. IMAGINARY alcohol and imaginary
swab. She rubbed her hand all over my bottom, that's what she did. "Just
wait until I'm the doctor" I thought.

"Now don't roll over yet" she said.

"You're not giving me another shot!"

"Don't worry, I'm not. I just need to check your chart again." She
puttered about some more, then handed me a Kleenex. "Ok, now put this
over your thing and hold it there."

So I started to turn over in order to position it.

"Don't turn over until you put that over your thing!"

"You mean you're not going to give me a complete check-up?"

"No, well, I mean not yet, I mean we'll have to check there before we're
finished, but just hold it there until I move it."

(I guess "it" was the Kleenex. But then again, maybe it wasn't. By now,
who knows?)

Subtlety wasn't one of my strong points back then. So I was having all
kinds of trouble getting that Kleenex positioned right anyway, being on
my stomach and all, so I thought it would be funny if I accidently DIDN'T
have it positioned at all. That way when she turned me over OOPS there it
would be right out in the open, sorry about that, but anyway, she
definitely would have seen it and then she would have to let me see her's
for SURE.

But anyway, she puttered busily about some more. Tension mounted.
Finally, with cool professionalism she said, "All right. Now we're just
going to roll you over on your back". She did so, then ... "UGHH!
GROSS!!" and she fled from the doctor's office, her face crimson.

"UGHH! GROSS!!"??  Now I ask you, is that professional? That is NOT
professional. And it wasn't gross either. Well, I never thought so. But
whatever, it did end the game and no, she would NOT let me be the doctor.
And she was bigger than me.

And she could also read my mind it seemed. Or maybe I also needed to work
on my sneaky behaviour a bit more. Because when a little later I asked,
"So I guess you're going to take your shower now, huh?", that must have
set off her early warning alarm. I was thinking right after I heard the
water come on I'd pick the lock with my knife, but she'd barricaded the
door. Under normal circumstances I'm pretty sure she didn't jam a chair
under the door knob.

But she'd started questioning things too as it turned out. Her
un-Mandy-like behaviour that night should have been indication enough,
but even so, I was thinking whatever it was that had gotten into her was
over and done with and there just wan't any telling when I was going to
get another chance see what she looked like. Probably never. Maybe one
day I'd get to look at some other girl, but that possibility seemed far
away because for the most part I didn't even LIKE girls. And I had no
reason to think that I would ever see things differently.

So I'd given up on it. And I was still embarrassed about her seeing me.
In fact I was pouting. We were watching TV, me in my pajamas, she in her
nightgown. And SHE still seemed a bit agitated. At least three hours
after my aborted checkup and we were STILL in a state. So nothing much
was being said, but finally she cleared her throat and said, "Well, I'm
sorry, but I just hadn't ever seen a boy's thing before."

"It's not a thing. It's a penis" I said sulkily. Up until just recently
I'd referred to it as my dohicky, but after Nicky had dismissively
informed me that actually it was a penis, I looked it up in the
dictionary and sure enough, that's what it was called. Even if I had to
look up some other words before finally arriving at that conclusion. But
I just wanted her to know that I knew more than she did about it.

"Well anyway, it really wasn't gross I don't guess. I just hadn't seen
one before, that's all."

Was she trying to make up with me? 

Well apparently, because after a bit more she asked, "Does it always
point up like that?"

"No. Just sometimes."

"Well, that's what I heard" she continued knowledgeably.

"Heard what?" My interest was stirring. Ever so slightly.

"I heard most of the time it just sort of hangs down. ... So that's what
yours does, right?"

She was still interested in my PENIS? What in the WORLD had gotten IN to
that girl? But finally I managed, "Well, most of the time it does".

"So is it now?" then she glanced down at my lap and giggled. "No, I guess
it isn't."

"Well it was until you started TALKING about it!"

"So can I see it again?"

Which of course resulted in a few more seconds of stunned silence on my
part, but all the while gears in my brain were turning very fast. "No" I
finally managed, "Not unless you let me see you first."

Mandy blushed and pensively chewed on her lower lip. And she thought
about it. And tension mounted once again. ENORMOUS tension. BREATHLESS
tension. I felt so tense, it was almost like I needed to pee. Just a
little. Weird. Because I just HAD peed. This was very strange.

But finally she sighed and said "No, we better not now cause mom and dad
could be back any minute."

So of course I was crestfallen, but having been reminded of it, I fully
shared her concerns. I did not even want to THINK about what might happen
if mom and dad were to walk in right in the middle of a checkup. Didn't
matter who was checking who, it would have been... bad. Really bad.

In fact, it would probably be a good idea if we were in bed asleep when
they returned as that was exactly where we were supposed to be.

Not that I WAS asleep when my mom checked in on me, there was no way I
COULD go to sleep. I just about NEVER got to sleep that night, because I
kept thinking about what Mandy asked just before we went to our
respective rooms.

She asked me, "Saturday? You think maybe you and Nicky could play
headhunters again? ... I won't tell on you if you do."

"So what are YOU going to be doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I don't know, I can be a missionary or something. ... And you and
Nicky could capture me."        

I stopped dead in my tracks. And I looked at her. The gears in my head
were turning so fast it's a wonder one of them didn't throw a belt off.

She giggled. "You know what I mean?"

"I think so" I said very carefully.

"Well OK then" she replied resolutely. "Well, sleep tight" and with that
she opened the door to her room.

Then I thought of something. "Hey Mandy..."

"What?"

"Maybe you should put on some real old clothes that you're not ever going
to wear again."

"Yeah! I can get some that they're going to give to the Goodwill Store!"
She sounded very excited. ESPECIALLY when she added, "And maybe later
Julie can be with me too!"

JULIE? I started to blurt it out; "JULIE????" but basically my mouth was
just hanging open. Mandy seemed very cheerful about this.

And me, I was wondering "What in the WORLD..."

But as the night wore on it just kept getting more and more interesting.
I almost made myself pee that night. But I didn't want to wet my bed, so
I quit messing with it.   

But GEEZ! I sure hoped Nicky wanted to play. This was going to be great!



So I should carry on with this?
Please advise.

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