Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2008 11:11:41 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Mandy the Missionary Girl-part 4

So do I need to go through all that disclaimer stuff AGAIN? I mean by now
it ought to be fairly obvious, you know?

But OK fine. If it's illegal for any reason to read this or if you are
offended by the idea of siblings messing around with each other then by
all means, go away.



                   Mandy the Missionary Girl
                           chapter 4


Chapter 3 ended like this:

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.

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That was interesting all right. Shockingly so. The only thing that could
have surpassed this in pure shock value would have been our parents
showing up. And we might've been headhunters, but we were still young and
easily startled. And we were also NAKED. And that girl saw us!

Nicky looked like he was about to start crying. Which wasn't a good sign.
Him crying was like when a billy goat starts shaking his head back and
forth and bleating. But without his clothes, charging Julie (or Mandy, he
was mad at both of them) wasn't an option, so with his hands clutched
tightly in front, away he went in a twinkling of an eye. ZIP. And he
disappeared behind the nearest stack of hay. "Give me my clothes back!"
he yelled. He was REALLY mad.

And I was too. My lower lip quivering, I shot an accusing stare right at
Mandy. Just wiped that smile right off her face. Then away I zipped as
well. With my hands clutched in front of my you-know-what and I hid
behind another stack. No, I wasn't ABOUT to hide beside Nicky. Mad billy
goats aren't known for being all that selective about who they butt and
he was probably mad at me too, because I was the one who talked him into
this. Then I heard Julie giggle. "Oops." And that only made me madder.
Damn girl!

So the headhunters have fled the scene. As best we could, seeing as how
our clothes were over on the other side of the loft. Which didn't amount
to much; just soccer shorts and in my case, a shirt. That's it. And gone
forever was the memory of that jiggly wiggly feeling of freedom I'd felt
as I'd walked over that morning, GONE was the memory of the morning air,
the hope, the anticipation, GONE was the-

"Well I'm sorry" I heard Mandy say, "I had no idea they'd act like
this.... Maybe you better go back down and let me try to talk to them,
OK?"

And I thought to myself, "HA!!!" (Actually that HA deserved at least
seven exclamation points, but maybe I ought to conserve some. Might need
a few later on.)

"OK" said Julie almost seriously, "Just let me know when you're ready."

"HA!!!!!" I thought bitterly ... ("Ready for what?")

"Give me my CLOTHES!" yelled Nicky.

"And mine too! I yelled at the top of my voice. So I guess I showed HER.
Damn Jezebel. Damn-

"Well all right, I'm getting them, all right? Just calm down. ... and
we'll talk, is that all right?"

"HA!!!!!" we both yelled in unison.

(Well, I sure HOPE she can talk some sense into us, because I'm about to
run out of exclamation points here.)

So to briefly summarize, (yeah, that might help), for several minutes
there were a lot of "HA!!"s, "You better not look"s, "I don't WANT to
talk!"s, etc etc ETC, but Mandy FINALLY got our attention with "So I want
to ask you two something, OK? You're best friends, right?"

I looked over at Nicky and he looked at me, then finally he offered,
"Well, we were."

"And pretty soon you will be again, right? Cause you've gotten mad at
each other before but you always make up, right?"

"Yeah, I guess" I allowed. Hopefully.

"Yeah, probably" said Nicky.

"So me and Julie are best friends too."

I started, "Yeah, but that don't mean-"

"We love each other. And in a way, you and Nicky love each other, right?"

"Well, I guess. ... In a way I do, maybe." Strangest thing. I was looking
down at the floor when I said that.

Quickly Nicky added, "I mean it's not like we're kissy kissy or anything,
but in a way I guess." And I looked up at him and he was looking at me,
so we sort of shrugged and gave each other wry grins. So at least he
wasn't mad at ME anymore.

"So let me ask you something else, Seth. You ever think about how if
Nicky were to die right now, you ever think about how-"

"I don't believe in it anymore" I quickly interrupted. Meanwhile I could
feel Nicky staring over at me like, "What is she TALKING about?? DIE??
Me???"

So I guessed I ought to explain. Or at least try. I shrugged and told
him, "See, the way our... well, the church we have to go to believes
is... well, I don't know, it's like they think if you don't believe the
way they believe then you're... not going to Heaven, that's all, but-"

Mandy giggled, "Which might not be a bad idea, if all it is is having to
listin to about a million Sister Jacksons testifying for eternity."

"Bleugh!" (So OK, I'm getting close to forgiving her too. Or at least
listening to her.)

"Yeah, BLEUGH!" went Mandy.

Nicky of course looked very puzzled. But in a bemused sort of way, so
there's hope. Since by now you might have noticed that this story seems
to going backwards. First everybody's OUT of their clothes, now
everybody's got their clothes back ON. That's not progress. But it should
be noted that all Nicky and I had on were our soccer shorts, which were a
bit large on us, and Mandy's back in that night gown. That's all though.
Soo...

So let's just briefly summarize once more and say that pretty soon she
talked us out of hiding. Nobody was back to naked at that point, but once
again things seemed to be at least moving.

She asked, "So is it OK if Julie comes up now?"

"But she's got all her clothes on" I whispered.

"Not a WHOLE lot" said Mandy meaningfully.

With some interest Nicky wondered, "So what DOES she have on?"

"Halter top, skirt... and I mean a SHORT skirt-"

"Pant.." (took a quick breath)... "any panties?" (So I'm not positive,
but not letting him see Mandy's panties in that bag was probably a wise
decision.)

"She can take them off. You want her to down there or up here?"

In unison we said, "Up here!"

"Hey Julie! They said you can come up now, but after you get up here? You
have to take your panties off. Is that OK?"

"Sure!" laughed Julie.

So needless to say I didn't feel quite as conflicted as before, but in a
loud whisper I added, "And her halter top!"

"Hey, Julie. Just wait a second, OK?" then she turned back to me and
said, "We will later. But we're just going to sit around and talk awhile
first, OK?" then noting our questioning looks she added, "Me and Julie
will be sitting over there-" (pointing out a large bale of hay), "and you
two over there, OK? We'll just talk about things for a little while, all
right?"

Well, since "over there" would be facing them, I agreed quickly.

"But what are we going to talk about?" wondered Nicky.

Mandy went, "Don't worry, it'll be fun" then she turned and to Julie, "So
you can come on up now."

Nicky went, "But what are we-"

Then I grabbed his arm and whispered, "They're sitting across from us and
they don't have any PANTIES, remember?"

(!!!) "Never mind."

"Never mind what?" asked Mandy.

Nicky went, "Oh, nothing." Then we quietly sniggered.

"Well, you better pay attention, OK?"

"Oh... we will" I managed.

Julie was... strange. But proudly so. Straight black hair with bangs that
came almost to her eyes. BIG eyes. Dark brown. She didn't really smile
that often. Liked wearing black. Often accessorized with black army
boots. And she had a habit of just looking straight AT you. So she was
ALMOST Goth, OK? No body piercing, no tattos. That simply wasn't done in
our neck of the woods, but had she lived in Atlanta... ummm, well still
probably not. At least as long as she was living with her grandparents,
because they were of the fundamentalist persausion as well. But I think
her grandparents believed in speaking in unknown tongues while we didn't
and they believed that to be baptised you had to be immersed while ours
said just sprinkling was OK... but ANYway, because she never acted
TERRIBLY strange when around my parents, she and Mandy were allowed to be
friends. And as you might have gathered by now, I found myself fascinated
by her strangeness. And the fact that she was really pretty was a big
plus in my eyes as well. Up till now my disciption of myself, Nicky and
Mandy has been fairly minimal I suppose, but in Julie's case I felt I
needed to make an exception, because I had a slight case of puppy love
when it came to her. It was her MYSTERY. But then again... well, like I
said, I was conflicted, OK?

So she climbed up into our loft. A black leather skirt. Short. And a
strapless yellow halter top. Not much cleavage but still, a little bouncy
ziggly. Oh, and she had on those black army boots. So I was pretty sure
she hadn't left home dressed like that. But at any rate, after a quick
toss of her head to get her hair out of her eyes, she coolly shrugged and
asked, "So is the first meeting of the Unbelievers Club about to come to
order?"

I looked at Mandy. "Unbelievers Club?"

"You just said you didn't believe in Hell didn't you?"

"Well yeah, but-"

Julie butted in, "So don't you know you'll go there if you don't believe
in it?"

"No I won't because there AIN'T one."

"So good. You're in the club then."

"What are y'all TALKING about anyway?" wondered Nicky. It was amazing.
Before both of us were tongue-tied around her, now we weren't.

"How often you go to church?"

"Christmas, Easter... well, SOMETIMES on Easter, so-"

Mandy giggled. "Oh, you're an unbeliever all right".

So Nicky was looking entreatingly at me for some kind of explanation when
Julie butted in again. "So now that THAT'S settled, we'll... oh wait.
I've got to get rid of my panties, right?"

Which sure got our attention. It could've been better, because she hiked
up the back of her skirt and just pushed them down her legs, and as she
was facing us, all we saw was those skimpy panties being slid down, but
even so... two tents appeared very quickly. Skimpy white lace panties
sliding down over black army boots is very erotic. Or at least it sure
seemed that way. And when she lifted first one boot and then the other to
complete the process... oh my. We almost had a sighting right then and
there.

But we didn't. But then we sat down. Facing each other. And she opened
her legs. And then closed them again and asked, "Satisfied now?" That was
of course directed at me and Nicky. And we shyly nodded yes.

Mandy started. "So I guess you're wondering why I've been acting the way
I have lately, right?" (It looked like she had a LOT of hair down there.)
"It's been going on for about four months really-" (Didn't have much
around her slit though, hardly any.) "because that's when we fell in
love. Julie and I." (But up above it she did.) "And both of us thought we
were going to Hell, because that's what they teach us-" (Her pussy lips
weren't as big as Mandy's, but it looked there was some more skin or
something inside-) "Seth, have you heard one word I've just said?"

I snapped out of it. "Huh?" Julie was sniggering.

Accusingly Mandy went, "You just flashed Seth, didn't you?"

"Well, at least he can talk by now. I think Nicky's still in shock."

Then she sort of leaned over and KISSED Mandy right in the mouth! (And
Mandy kissed her back too.) I mean it was a LONG kiss. Or at least fairly
long. And they had their arms around each other. And then they BOTH
opened their legs! NICE move y'all! If you want to bring somebody out of
shock, that'll work everytime. Geez! It looked like maybe Mandy had
something else inside her's too! When I was looking down at it, I didn't
see that. But JULIE'S was... then they closed them again. But THEN Julie
just reached behind her back, unfastened her halter top and tossed it
aside. (GASP!!)

"How you like them?" asked Julie.

Breathlessly Nicky went, "They look nice."

And not wanting to be left out, I managed, "Yeah!"

She sort of shrugged, "They're not all that big you know."

"Yeah, but I like them better" I noted.

"Better than whose?"

"Well, I like yours and Mandy's both, but the only pictures I've ever
seen of them, they were like HUGE, but they looked pretty ugly to me. ...
But I LIKE yours. ... And Mandy's."

Mandy explained, "That's because the only pictures he's seen are in
National Geographic or the encylopedia, you know, old ladies. They sag
down to their waists, know what I mean?"

"Oh" said Julie, then to us headhunters, "So that's as far as we're going
right now, but... you want me to flash you again?"

So we said yes, that would be very nice.

"Well OK, if you two flash us first. Just once, OK?"

GONE was our shyness, GONE was our anger, GONE was our... well OK, our
soccer shorts stayed put then. At least for the time being. And as they
WERE are bit large on us, it was no problem giving the girls a quick
flash. Just tug BOING and there it was. (So we'd probably flashed them a
few times already.) And they commented on our boners and said they were
cute. Yes! Julie said my boner was CUTE!

So I thought that was good.

But anyway, after they flashed us one more time, everybody became as
proper as possible under the circumstances and we discussed what we no
longer believed for awhile. It was pretty interesting, really, but then
at that point we were willing to disbelieve anything they wanted us to,
so it serves no purpose to go into much detail. I imagine most skeptics
tell themselves their only purpose in questioning religious beliefs is a
search for "truth" and in some cases that might be the case, but MOST of
the time I think the questions start popping into your head about the
time your hormones start acting up. But since the Church says giving in
to these urges is bad and you can't question it because their's is the
absolute truth handed down from on High (and especially because
fundamentalists are nothing if not literal; either ALL of the Bible is
absolute truth or none of it is) all we had to do was closely examine
some of the Old Testament stories. Like the one about Noah's ark for
example. All SORTS of good questions, but the logistical problems
presented in getting a pair of each of the living beasts (or SEVEN pair
in the case of animals said to be clean) eventually led to...

"Well, what about whales?" I wondered. "They're part of the animal
kingdom, right? So NOW we got to get all the fishes in there... are they
clean or unclean?"

"I don't think they count, because they could swim in the water" said
Mandy.

"But they're still part of the animal kingdom and it SAID-"

"Well, even if they COULD stay in the water, it doesn't MATTER because
the entire ecosystem was destroyed" interrupted Julie.

"So I guess they needed to get them in the boat then." I was not one to
give up easy.

"Well, maybe" said Julie.

Then it hit me. "Bugs" I said solemnly. Which of course quickly led to
GERMS. Then MICROBES. Including ones that cause various diseases. Like
Bubonic plague for instance. "Uh Noah, you might want to keep an eye on
those two... what you MEAN you can't see them...?

...And so it was that it wasn't long until we felt it was safe to give
into our urges again. Especially since there had been more than just a
few flashing incidents while our search for truth was under way. Quick
and possibly accidental, but never the less distracting. And besides
that. Julie was topless. So the fact that we were able to continue our
discussion as long as we did was quite remarkable, don't you think?

But first it was explained exactly why Nicky and I were to be included in
their sinful behaviour in the first place. Which is something I'm sure I
would have wondered about fairly soon, but right then I wasn't. Never
look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. But it came to pass thusly:

One, shortly after Mandy caught us up in the barn that first time, she
told Julie.

So two, Julie wondered if Mandy had actually SEEN us. (And they also
wondered what exactly we were DOING up there. Which sailed right over our
heads at first.)

Then three, after Mandy said she almost did but didn't, Julie came up
with the "It's all right to see each other if you're brother and sister"
approach. Only of course that wasn't an unqualified success.

And besides that, Mandy was having her period then. So MANY things to
learn.

But see, both Mandy and Julie were interested in boys as well. At least a
little. But not ones with big hairy things. Right. Let's start with some
baby ones first. Just another facet in their quest for truth. Yeah well
it sure worked for me. As there were a couple of things I wanted to look
into myself.

Only first we were going to make out for awhile. "Like this" said Julie
and with that, she leaned over, kissed Mandy deeply once again, then as
they maintained their lip lock, her hand began slowly working it's way up
between Mandy's legs! And Mandy was OPENING her legs. Then Julie started
sort of kissing Mandy's neck. And her other hand was now inside Mandy's
gown messing with her boobs! And Mandy was squeezing one of JULIE'S
breasts! And then she was pushing a hand up between Julie's legs too! And
Mandy was sort of moaning. Seemed to be pretty happy though. And THEN
Mandy's hand was rubbing on IT! Oh good. Now Julie's   making happy
noises too. Well OK. I think I know how to do it, so... when's it going
to be my turn? Well, OUR turn then. Can't forget Nicky.

And then they stopped. Seemed to be all out of breath, but after making
themselves a bit more presentable, Julie asked, "So you guys do that too,
right? Sort of?"

Yeah, well, we hadn't YET, but we were certainly willing to give it a
try, so-

"No, I don't mean with US" said Julie, "Well, EVENTUALLY with us, but
first you make out with each other, OK? ... You've done that before,
right?"

And we headhunters just looked at her. Finally Nicky managed, well we
sure ain't KISSING!"

"Well, maybe you can rub noses then. Or maybe not. You might change your
minds before long, but... you HAVE felt each other up, right? ... You
know, between your legs?"

So after a fairly long period of uncomfortable silence interrupted by
Julie assuring us that all boys did that at some point in their lives, we
finally allowed as how we had... but we were TORTURING each other. So it
was a game.

"But do you ever make it jerk when you're doing that?"

....Oh. ...Well... yeah.

"And it felt good, didn't it?"

"UN-BE-LIEV-A-BLE!" allowed Nicky.

And SO... they talked us into it. They continued feeling off each other
and me and Nicky did likewise and soon enough most of our inhibitions
(not to mention our clothes) were tossed aside. They watched us (some)
and we watched them (a lot). They thought it was nice as they wanted to
go slow apparently, we found it be a bit distracting. But was our panting
caused by watching the girls or was it because of what we were doing to
each other? I had to admit that Nicky felt nice. It was the first time
I'd ever allowed myself to think all that much about how soft and warm he
felt, how it felt better as my hands moved up his thighs, how when I
first touched his balls it felt even better than that, how HIS hand felt
really good as well, but then watching Julie and Mandy was awfully
interesting as well. So exactly WHAT caused my eventual quiver? Hard to
tell. Except it was about the best quiver I'd experienced to that point.
And NICKY'S... well, it was a show stopper. I sure wished mine would do
like that.

I don't know. I suppose it was a combination of things. But now that I
think of it, I guess that pretty much defines bisexual anyway.

But as for just how FAR this voyage of sexual discovery is going, this
search for truth, this... Well, just stay tuned.

I mean really, who knows? We sure didn't.



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