Chapter - Nine

The last few days of my aunt and cousin's stay were fairly
uneventful.  We went to the beach to swim in the ocean on Monday and
I was allowed to bring Cindy with me.  She spent most of the day
ogling my brother and cousin, making nasty little comments about what
she'd like to do with them.

I wore my yellow bikini and Frank kept his camera trained on me most
of the day.  I don't know how many pictures he took, but it was a lot.

That night, after we dropped Cindy off at her house, we all hung
around the living room.  At about nine o'clock, Aunt Sally said she
wanted to go out for a drink and our parents left.  The minute they
were gone, Frank and Eddie were at the computer downloading the
pictures from Frank's camera.

I stood next to my brother and watched as he plugged his camera into
the computer and started the process.  He had to load some kind of
software on the computer, but told us that it wouldn't hurt anything.

After the camera was downloaded, we looked at the photos.  By the
time we were finished, all of us were laughing.  Some of the pictures
of me in my yellow bikini were pretty good, in my opinion.  Frank
made a CD with the pictures for Eddie and me, and another one for
himself.  After he finished, he deleted the pictures off the computer.

After my Aunt Sally and Frank left for home, things got back to
normal.  Eddie and I were back in school, my dad was back to work and
we found out my mom was looking for a job.  She told me that it
wasn't for the money; she was bored with staying home all day.

I still didn't know if my brother knew what happened in the van that
night, but he didn't say anything and neither did I.  I did think
about it a lot though and it was one of my favorite things to think
about when I was in bed alone at night.

The Christmas holiday came and went.  My brother and I both received
notebook computers along with new clothes.  Mom bought me a whole
bunch of new underwear from the lingerie shop she now worked in.  The
panties and bras weren't anything like you'd find at a discount
store.  Everything was very sexy and lacy.  My new bras were also a
size larger.

As spring rolled around, Cindy and I tried out for the track team at
school.  The first two or three weeks were grueling, but we both made
the cut.  My long legs helped, I had reached five foot seven, making
me a good candidate for running the hurdles.  I also was picked to
run cross-country.  Cindy ran the shorter races, she wasn't nearly as
fast as I was, but she did okay.

I started getting up very early and running in the mornings, before
it got too warm.  After a few weeks, Eddie decided to join me on my
morning runs to help him stay in shape for soccer.  Mom had picked up
a few sports-bras and Lycra running shorts for me.  I really liked
the way the tight shorts hugged my body and the way the bras kept my
boobs from bouncing too much.  Because Mom was able to order the
things through her shop, she got a real good deal and bought me
several sets.

One Saturday morning in April, Eddie and I had just finished our
five-mile run.  We had gotten a late start and by the time we got
back to the house, we were both hot and sweaty.  My brother ran into
the back yard and jumped into the pool to cool off.  I knew that I
should cool down first, but the water looked way too inviting and I
jumped in after him.  We stayed in the pool for several minutes and
then climbed out.

Eddie was out first and standing on the deck.  When I climbed out,
his eyes opened as wide as I've ever seen them and his mouth dropped
open.  I was a little confused for a moment.  That is until I looked
at my chest, the place my brother's eyes were glued to.

I had worn my white sports bra and shorts and they were wet and
almost see-through.  My nipples and the dark skin of my areola were
clearly visible through the skintight material, as was the hair on my
pubic mound.  My brother and I stood staring for several moments, me
staring at his surprised face, him shifting his gaze between my tits
and crotch.

After what seemed like a very long time, I said, "Oops!"

Eddie broke out laughing and said, "Wow, Jen, I never realized that
you had such a great body."

"Um, thanks, I guess.  You've seen me in my bikini plenty of times,
it's smaller that this outfit."

"Yeah, but it isn't, um…"

"See-through?"  I said as I pulled the wet fabric away from my boobs.

"Yeah."

By this time I had stopped dripping and decided to go change.  When
I turned around, I was sure he got a real good look at my ass.

My afternoon phone call to Cindy was very interesting that day. 
When I told her what happened, she couldn't believe it.

"Yup," I giggled into the phone.  "I might as well of been naked, he
could see EVERYTHING!"

"What did you do?"

"What could I do, Cindy?  I just laughed it off."

"Wow, he must have been really turned on when he saw you like that."

"I don't know, but Eddie spent a long time in the shower."

We both laughed.

After we finished talking, I went outside to read.  Eddie came out a
little later, sat on a chair near mine and wiggled around uneasily. 
Finally he spoke to me.

"Um, Jen, I'm really sorry I stared at you this morning."

I put my book down and said, "No problem."

"It's just that you looked so, um…"

"Naked?"  I giggled.

"Yeah.  I couldn't help it.  I didn't really mean to make you feel
uncomfortable."

I thought for a minute and then said, "I wasn't.  It happened, no
big deal."

I could tell that my brother was uneasy about what happened so I
tried to make him feel better.

"Look, Eddie, if it would have been the other way around, I would
have stared too.  Actually, I'm flattered that I had that kind of
affect on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really.  I don't get noticed at school by many boys and it's
nice to know that at least one boy thinks I'm, you know."

"Sexy?"

I nodded my head.

"The boys at school notice you, Jen.  I hear them talking about you
all the time.  They all think you're hot."

"Oh yeah, then why doesn't anyone ask me out or anything."

"Because they all know that if they mess with you, I'll beat their
ass."

"Eddie!  Why would you do that to me?  I want to have a boy ask me
out, you know, to a party or something."

Eddie shrugged his shoulders.

"Look, I really appreciate you looking after me, okay.  I want to
have my own life though.  I'll make you a deal, you stop scaring off
the boys and I'll tell you if one of them messes up and then you can
beat his ass, okay?"

Eddie laughed and said, "Okay, Jen, on one condition."

"What?"

"You fix me up with one of your friends."

"I might be able to help you out there.  Do you have anyone in mind?"

Eddie said, "Cindy," and my blood ran cold.  I didn't know what to
say to him.  I knew Cindy was interested in Eddie, but I wasn't sure
I could handle her going out with him.  I knew that we, Cindy and I,
were only thirteen and going out wouldn't amount to much more than
sneaking kisses and maybe, just maybe a little touching, but Eddie
and Cindy!

"I'll talk to her if you want me to, but don't get your hopes up. 
Cindy's dad is real strict and I don't think he'd allow her to go
anywhere with you."

"Not even to a party?"

"I don't think so, like I said, he's really strict.  He won't let
her wear short skirts or use any makeup or anything.  The only time I
can stay over at her house is when her dad is out of town."

"Oh, that is strict.  It would really be great if you'd say
something to her anyway."

Over the next few weeks, my brother asked me almost daily if I had
talked to Cindy.  I put him off, telling him Cindy and I really
hadn't had a chance to spend any time alone.  In reality, I didn't
really want to tell her that my brother liked her.  I thought that if
things didn't work out between them, I might lose a friend.  Finally,
in the middle of May, I told Cindy.

Cindy and I had just gotten off the school bus and were walking
toward my house.  She was going on about what a jerk her dad was
being and how he still wouldn't let her wear certain clothes.

"Cindy," I said, interrupting her, "Eddie told me to tell you he
likes you."

"Really?"

"That's what he said, but I didn't want to tell you."

"Why not, Jen?"

"Because I'm afraid that if you and my brother don't get along, you
and I won't be friends anymore."

"That's silly.  We'll always be friends."

"That's what I want, Cindy, but what if you and Eddie get into a big
fight and then you don't want to come over anymore?"

"I can see what you mean, but maybe it'll work out for Eddie and me
and then it won't be a problem."

"That's easy for you to say, you wouldn't have to be in the same
house with a boy calling your best friend names.  Besides, I'm not
sure I like the idea of you and my brother having sex."

"What!  Why do you think I'd be having sex with him?"

"That's what you keep saying."

"Well, I might say things like that, but I'm not planning on having
sex with anybody yet, except you," Cindy said, and then she began to
giggle.

I laughed with her, slapped her butt and said, "So, what should I
tell him when he asks?"

Cindy thought for a moment and replied, "Tell him I'll think about
it, if he asks."

"Oh, he'll ask, he does every day."

When I got home, I changed into shorts and a tank top.  I went into
the living room, sat on the floor and began doing my homework.  About
an hour later, my brother came home.  Eddie went to the kitchen,
fixed himself a snack and came into the living room.  He sat on the
couch, right behind me and began to eat.

"Did you talk to Cindy?"  Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I told her what you said," I replied.

My back was to my brother and I didn't turn around when I answered
him.

"Well, what did she say?"

I twisted, looked at my brother and said, "She said she'd think
about it."

"That's all?"

"Yup, she just said she'd think about it.  If you want to know
anymore than that, you can talk to her yourself."

"Okay, Jen, thanks for talking to her for me."

I nodded and went back to my homework.  I had my history book open
and a notebook on my lap.  My legs were folded Indian style and I was
leaning over to read from the book and making notes.

"What are you wearing?"  Eddie said from behind me.

"What are you talking about," I said, still hunched over my books. 
"I'm wearing shorts and a top, like I usually do."

"I mean under your shorts, what's that thing?"

I reached behind me, ran my fingers along the waistband of my shorts
and felt the back of my red thong.  The way I was sitting caused my
shorts to be pulled down and exposed my underwear.

"My panties," I said.

"It doesn't look like any panties I've ever seen."

"Just how many girls have you seen in their panties?"  I giggled.

"That's not what I meant, Jen."

"They're called thongs," I said, but I didn't make any attempt to
fix my shorts.

Eddie didn't say anything for a few moments and then he said, "It
looks like they're in the crack of your ass."

"They are."

"Why would you want to wear underwear that go in your crack?  Isn't
it uncomfortable?"

"I wear them so I don't have panty lines in my clothes, and no, they
aren't uncomfortable, not after you get used to them."

"They look strange, Jen."

I giggled and continued to do my homework.  I knew Eddie was staring
at me, but I didn't really care.  I felt all tingly knowing he was
looking at my butt.

"Does Mom know your wear them?"

"Yes, Eddie, Mom knows.  She buys them for me."

"Why do you even bother to wear them?  It doesn't look like they
cover anything."

"They cover the important parts," I giggled, enjoying the teasing.

"Do a lot of girls wear them?"

"I don't know, some do I guess."

"Have you ever seen any of the girls at school wear them?"

"Yes, in PE."

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter.  Why am I sitting here discussing girls'
underwear with you anyway?"

I didn't turn around to look, but I'd have bet my brother was
blushing.

"I don't know."

"Besides, haven't you seen them in Mom's catalogs?  I keep finding
them in our bathroom."

"I've seen some pictures, but I didn't realize that thongs didn't
have backs to them."

I was pretending that I was still doing my homework, but my mind
couldn't have been any further from history than it was.  I was
really enjoying teasing Eddie and wasn't going to stop until he gave
up, or…

"Which pictures?"

"The ones in the books, you know."

"Show me what you've seen and I'll tell you if mine are like the
ones in the book."

I saw my brother dash by me, and head towards our rooms.  Instead of
going into the bathroom, he went into his bedroom and came back with
one of the catalogs.  I was going to ask him why he had it in his
room, but decided that I was embarrassing him enough.  He stood at my
side and flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking
for.  He pushed the catalog under my nose and said, "Like this?"

After looking at the pictures of the women in their panties and
such, I shook my head.

"Nope, mine aren't like any of those."

Eddie searched for more pictures, showed them to me and I continued
to shake my head no.  I knew the ones I was wearing weren't in the
catalog he had, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"I give up," Eddie said in disgust.

"Aw, what's the matter big brother," I said in a squeaky voice. 
"Are you getting mad?"

"No, I'm not getting mad, Jen.  I think you're lying to me.  I don't
think this book has any pictures of the things you're wearing."

"You're right, it doesn't."

"Then why did you make me go through those pictures?  You're just
being a brat!"

I started to feel sorry for teasing him so much.  Even though I was
having fun, he wasn't, not anymore.  My brother went back to the
couch, sat down hard and began sulking.  I turned around and looked
at him.  I could tell I'd upset him and I began to feel sorry for him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad, Eddie.  I was just having
a little fun.  Please don't be upset with me."

My brother didn't say anything.  He just looked away and sat
motionless on the couch.

"Why are you upset?"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"I was just curious, that's all.  It's no big deal.  I don't know
anything about girls, let alone the things they wear.  Your panty
things just looked funny and I wanted to know what they were."

My heart started to race as I contemplated my next move.  I could
feel my whole body begin to respond as I thought about showing my
brother my thong.  I took a deep breath, unsnapped my shorts and
lowered the zipper.  Eddie was still looking away as I lowered my
shorts around my ankles.

"Eddie," I said softly, "this is what they look like."

My brother turned and looked at me.  His mouth fell open and his
eyes got as big as saucers.  He took several short sharp breaths and
glued his eyes to the lace front panel of my thong.

I was equally excited by my actions.  I slowly turned around, as
sexy as I could with my shorts around my ankles, and let him see the
back.  The thong has thin scalloped bands that went from the front to
a very small triangle of lace in back.  The triangle pointed to the
space between my butt cheeks and a thin strip of red satin material
disappeared between them.

By the time I completed my turn, my vagina was throbbing with
excitement.  I was really amazed at the affect I was having on my
brother.  Then in another bold move, I pulled my top up over my boobs
and let him see my matching bra.

Neither of us said a word as I stood in the middle of the living
room with my shorts down and my top up.  I don't know if Eddie
realized it or not, but he reached down and pulled at his crotch as
he gazed at me.

"A fashion show, I presume?"  I heard my mother say from the doorway
that separated the living room from the dining area.

I screamed, pulled my top down and reached for my shorts.  As I
struggled to get them back up, I heard my mom laughing.  After I had
them zipped and snapped I turned to look at her.  I'm sure the look
on my face was one of pure fear.  Eddie was as red as my underwear
and it looked like he was trying to climb into the gap of the
cushions.  Our mom walked casually into the living room, still
laughing.

I stood frozen in my tracks as she approached.  Mom started shaking
her head and told me to sit down.  I stumbled to the couch and sat on
the edge at the opposite end from my brother.  Mom shifted her eyes
from Eddie to me and finally stopped laughing, although there was a
chuckle in her voice when she started to speak.

"First of all, you two aren't in any trouble," she said.

Both my brother's and my sigh were loud enough that our mom started
to laugh again.

"There isn't any reason either of you should be ashamed of your
bodies.  It's natural for young boys to want to see a girl in her
underwear, or even naked.  It's just as normal for a young girl to
want to be seen."

I relaxed and shifted around so I could look at my mom as she
talked.  She stood back far enough from the couch to see both my
brother and I at the same time.

"You might not believe it, but you two aren't the first siblings to
play show and tell.  Your father and I aren't stupid or blind.  We
know that Eddie is constantly trying to steal peeks of you, Jen.  We
also are very aware that you don't do anything to discourage him. 
Now, I'm not telling you two that you can run around in public naked,
but, what happens in our home is our business."

Mom sat in Dad's chair and continued to talk.

"The only thing I'm going to tell you is that if other people found
out, there could be trouble.  I'm not trying to frighten either of
you two, I'm just telling you not to be blatant or talk about what
goes on here, if anything does go on."

My mom looked right at me and said, "Jenny, you look pretty funny
with a nice tan and a white bottom."

"MOM!"  I said.

"Well, you do, honey."

"What am I supposed to do about it, lay out in the nude?"

"Well, I'm not too sure that would be a good idea, but you could get
a suit that's like your thong."

"I could never go outside like that, Mom."

"That's up to you, Jen."

"You wouldn't be mad at her?"  Eddie said.

Mom shook her head no.

Eddie looked at Mom and then said, "Is it the same for me?"

"Yes, of course it's the same for you, Eddie.  I don't buy all that
double standard crap.  I wasn't kidding when I talked about it at the
water park last year."

We all chatted for a few minutes and then Mom dropped a bomb on my
brother and I.  It wouldn't have been so bad if Eddie and I weren't
sitting in the same room at the time, but we were.

"Another thing I want you two to know," Mom said.  "There is nothing
wrong with masturbating.  It's perfectly normal and you should never
be ashamed of the fact that you do it."

I was shocked!  Not by what she said, but how she said it.  It was
like Mom was talking about brushing our teeth.  Another thing that
shocked me was the fact she didn't say IF you do, she said THAT you
do.  Mom and I had talked about it before and I'm sure she knew that
I masturbated.  After cleaning my brother's room with her for
Thanksgiving, I also knew she knew about my brother doing it.

Eddie shifted around on the couch as he listened to Mom talk so
bluntly.  I guess he felt like I did.  I did it, but it wasn't
something I went around telling everyone.  My brother seemed uneasy
and I guess he wanted to shock Mom as much as she shocked us.

"Does that mean I can do it out here in the living room?"

Mom looked right at my brother and said, "Feel free to whack away,
it isn't anything I haven't seen before."

Eddie laughed and I quickly said, "Well it's not something I want to
see."

Mom looked at me, winked and then said, "Any questions?"

My face must have been bright red after she winked at me.  I really
did want to see it, but I wasn't about to admit it, not in front of
my brother.  I shook my head no and so did Eddie.

"Okay then, I'm going to go cook dinner."

I followed Mom out to the kitchen.  I did have something I wanted to
say to her, just not in front of my brother.

"Thanks, Mom," I said.

"You're welcome," she replied, as if she knew exactly what I was
talking about.

"Mom, did you ever do anything like that when you were young?"  I
asked, knowing full well that at my age she was sexually active, at
least to a point.

Mom laughed and said, "Yes, honey, I did.  Like I said you and your
brother didn't invent show and tell."

"You didn't have a brother though."

"No, but there were plenty of boys in the neighborhood."

"Like Daddy?"

Mom chuckled and said, "Yes dear, like your father."

"Tell me about it."

"Not right now, Jen," she said.

I expected to hear something like, 'when you're older,' but she
surprised me again.

"I have to start dinner right now, we'll talk some other time when I
don't have so many things to do."

"Want some help?"

"No thank you, Jen.  I can take care of it.  Maybe you should go
finish your homework."

I agreed and went back out to the living room.  My brother was still
sitting on the couch.  I think he was still in shock.

"Wow, I thought we were so busted," I said as I sat back down on the
floor.

"Me too!  I thought Mom was going to kill you."

"Me!  Why me?"

"Because you were standing there in your underwear."

"You were looking at me.  If anyone was going to get into trouble it
would have been both of us."

Eddie lowered his voice and said, "Are you going to start running
around the house naked?"

"No, you jerk!  Are you?"

Eddie laughed and said, "Maybe."

"Well, don't do it when I'm around.  I'm not interested in seeing
your thing."

"I'll bet you are, Jenny.  I'll bet you want to see me as much as I
want to see you."

I didn't answer him, I couldn't.  My mind was in overdrive again and
I was afraid of what I might say.  I went back to my history and
didn't talk about what happened any more that night.

School ended for the year and my brother and I were free for the
summer.  We still got up early and ran every morning, but I didn't
jump into the pool in my running clothes, even though my brother
tried to get me to.

Summers were always about the same for me, I was excited to be out
of school for about the first two weeks, and then I started to get
bored.  I had started riding my bike more, adding it to my running
routine.  The workout I got improved the muscles in my legs and my
stamina.  I would usually ride in the evening, after dinner.  Summer
was hot in southern Florida and by the time we ate and I rested for a
while, the heat was at least tolerable.

Eddie would ride with me sometimes, and so would my mom.  One
evening, Mom and I were out for a ride.  We talked as we rode and I
wasn't really paying any attention to where I was going.  Mom was
telling me about some new things they had received in the shop she
worked in and that they added swimwear to their line.

We were about two miles from the house when it started to rain.  Mom
and I turned around and headed for home, speeding up our pace.  I
stood up and began to peddle hard as the rain fell harder.  As we
rounded a corner onto our street, my foot slipped off the pedal and I
came down on the seat hard.  I lost my balance and fell onto the side
of the road, scraping my leg on the blacktop.

Mom stopped and came rushing over to me.  She helped me up, checked
my leg and asked if I was all right.

"I think so, Mom," I cried.  "I really hit the seat hard and my
crotch hurts."

Mom and I walked the rest of the way to the house, pushing our
bikes.  It hurt so badly between my legs that I didn't think I could
ride anymore.  When we got home, Mom helped me get my bike in the
garage and then helped me into the house.

When my dad saw my leg, he asked what had happened.  Mom guided me
to her bedroom as she explained about the accident.  Once we were in
her room, she told me to take off my shorts and let her look at my
leg.  When I complained about my side, she told me to take off my top
too.

Mom and I were standing in her bathroom, me in my blue flowered
bikini panties and a matching bra.  She was cleaning the abrasions on
my leg with a soapy washcloth as I squirmed and flinched.  Mom told
me to lift my arm and she started to wash a small scrape on my side.

"Is she okay?"  I heard my dad say.

"Yes, she's fine.  Just a little scraped up."

I turned my head and saw my dad standing in the doorway of the
bathroom, watching my mom tend to my wounds.

"Dad!"  I screeched and tried to cross my arms over my chest.  "I'm
in my underwear."

Mom laughed and said, "Hold still, I'm almost done.  Your father has
seen a girl in her underwear before."

"Not me!"

"He's seen you in that yellow bikini you run around in, it doesn't
cover as much as your panties and bra," Mom said as she finished
washing my scrapes.

"That's different!"

My dad just laughed and left.  I was red in the face and very
embarrassed by what happened.  Mom wasn't any help, she just
continued to laugh and shake her head.

"What's so funny?"  I asked my mom.

"You are, Jen.  You don't care about standing in the living room
showing your brother your undies, but you get all embarrassed when
your dad sees you."

"That was different, Mom."

"If you say so.  I'm going to put some ointment on your scrapes, it
might sting a bit."

Mom put the ointment on me and it stung a lot.  I jerked away from
her, but she didn't stop until she was sure I was covered with the
stuff.

"You don't think there's anything wrong with Daddy seeing me like
this, do you?"

"No, Jen, I don't.  Like I told you before, you shouldn't be ashamed
of your body."

In a move that caught me completely off guard, my mom pressed her
fingers against my mons.

"Does that hurt?"  She asked.

"Just a little, it's more like a throb.  I hit the seat really hard."

My mom slipped her fingers lower and I winced in pain.

"That really hurt, I sort of sting down there," I told her.

Mom pulled my panties down and said, "Oh, oh, it looks like you
ripped your hymen.  You have a little blood in your panties."

I looked down, saw the blood in the gusset of my panties and began
to cry.

"You'll be okay, honey.  It's nothing to worry about."

"What do you mean there's nothing to worry about.  I'm not a virgin
anymore!"

Mom chuckled and said, "Yes you are, honey."

"How can I be, my cherry is broken."

Mom stopped chuckling and began to laugh as she pulled my soiled
panties off one foot and then the other.

"Jen, just because your hymen is ripped doesn't mean you're not a
virgin anymore."

"It doesn't?  I thought that when you got you cherry broken it meant
you weren't a virgin anymore."

"No, being virgin isn't a condition, it's a state of mind, so to
speak.  You can only lose your virginity by having sex with a man,
and then only if he penetrates you with his penis."

"Really?"

"Yes, dear, really.  I'm going to make an appointment for you at the
doctors.  I think we should have you checked to make sure you didn't
hurt anything inside your vagina."

Mom gave me a robe and told my to go put on my pajamas.  I left her
room and headed for mine.  My dad stopped me before I could get
through the living room.

"Are you okay, honey?"  Dad asked.

"I think so, Daddy.  Mom said she was going to call the doctor an
make an appointment for me though, just to make sure."

"I'm sorry I walked in on you, Jen.  I should have asked, but I was
concerned.  I only wanted to make sure you weren't hurt."

"It's okay.  I guess I kind of overreacted."

Dad smiled and went back to reading the paper.  I went to my room
and put on a pair of clean panties and my pajamas.  Once I was
dressed, I took my mom's robe back to her room.  She was still in the
bathroom, putting things away.

"Mom," I said, "can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course you can, you can talk to me about anything."

"For the past few months, my periods have been kind of strange.  I
never know when I'm going to start, and some months I don't have one
at all."

"It's probably because of how much you exercise; we can talk to the
doctor about it.  Is it a problem?"

"Not really, I just don't know when I'm going to have it and it can
be embarrassing.  I used to know and could be ready, but now…"

"The doctor may be able to give you something to help regulate your
periods.  We'll ask."

Two days later my mom took me to the doctor's office for a check up.
The pain between my legs was gone, but my mom still wanted me looked
at.  When I was taken to the examining room, Mom came with me, and
before the ordeal was over, I was glad she was there.

The nurse gave me a gown and told me to get undressed and put it on.
The gown didn't close in back and I was a little self conscious about
it.  Mom continuously reassured me, but I was still nervous.  The
nurse weighed me, measured my height and took my blood pressure. 
After entering the information in my chart she told me to remove my
panties, sit on the table and that the doctor would be there in a few
minutes.

After she left, I reluctantly removed my underwear and jumped up on
the table, letting my legs dangle over the edge.

The doctor came in, said hello to my mom and me, and picked up my
chart.  After reading what the nurse entered he started my exam and
asked me a few questions.

"You only weigh one hundred two pounds, that's not much for a girl
that's five foot seven," he said as he looked down my throat.

I couldn't answer him because he had a tongue depressor half way
down my throat.

"Lower your gown so I can examine your breasts, Jenny," he said.

I looked at Mom and she nodded.  I reached behind my neck, untied
the gown and lowered it to my waist.  The doctor squeezed and poked
at my boobs for a couple minutes and then told me I could put the
gown back on.

I sort of felt funny about having my boobs touched, good funny. 
Other than me, Cindy was the only other person who has ever touched
them, except for the two times Eddie did it and then I wasn't naked,
and it was a little exciting.

The doctor looked at my leg and side, telling my mom and me that
everything was healing fine and there wouldn't be any scarring.  Then
he told me to sit at the end of the table and lay back so he could do
a pelvic exam.

While I was repositioning myself, the doctor pulled some strange
looking devices out of the end of the table.  He told me that they
were called stirrups and then put my feet in them.  I couldn't see
real well, but he sat on a small stool, pulled my gown up to my waist
and looked between my legs.  I felt his fingers poking around as he
continuously asked me if it hurt.

The next thing I knew, something very cold was being pushed into me
and I felt like I was being ripped in two.  Even though the doctor
explained what he was doing, I wasn't paying any attention to his
words.  The exam only lasted a couple of minutes, but seemed longer.

"Well," he said, "you have some bruising of your vulva and labia
major, but nothing serious.  Your hymen was torn, but other than
that, there's no damage to your vagina."

Mom told the doctor about my irregular periods and he agreed that it
was probably do to the exercising.

"Is there anything I can take to make them regular?"  I asked.

"Yes, there is something, but unless it really bother's you, I
wouldn't recommend it.  Not at your age."

"Will the medicine hurt me?"  I asked.

"No, not really.  There are some side effects to birth control
pills, but all in all they are very safe."

I looked at my mom and said, "What do you think I should do, Mom?"

"It's up to you, honey.  If not having regular periods bothers you,
you can take the pills."

"Why don't we do this," the doctor said.  "I'll write a prescription
for them and if you decide you want to take them after talking to
your mom, you can have it filled."

The doctor took a small pad out of his pocket and wrote on it as he
finished telling my mom and me that I was in great shape.  He told me
he'd like me to gain a little weight, but other than that everything
was good.

On the way home, Mom told me some of the pros and cons of taking the
pill.  Her last statement really floored me.

"…and you won't end up pregnant," she said.

"I'm not planning to do anything that will make me pregnant right
now," I said.

"I didn't plan to do anything that would make me pregnant either,
Jen, but the one time I did, I got your brother for a present for my
seventeenth birthday."

"You only did it once?"

"Jen, it only takes once!"

She told me about what happened with her and my dad, leaving out the
details.  By the time we got home, I found out that she and my dad
had gone to the beach, gotten carried away and she ended up pregnant.
The story didn't scare me, but it did make me think.

For the next couple of weeks, I was unable to play with myself. 
Whenever I touched between my legs, it hurt.  I used a mirror to
inspect my pussy and could see the dark bruise that had spread to my
inner thighs.  As the pain subsided, I began to rub myself again, but
not like before.  I wouldn't try to put my finger in my vagina,
settling for the feeling I got when I played with my clit and rubbed
my labia.

Cindy started to spend a lot of time at my house and soon, she and
my brother were talking to each other.  As summer progressed, so did
the relationship between Eddie and Cindy.

One August afternoon, almost two months after my accident, Cindy was
over and we were out at the pool.  My brother was off with his
friends for the day, my parents were working and we had the place to
ourselves.  Cindy had bought a bikini almost like my yellow one and
kept it at my house so her father wouldn't see it.  Hers was black
with purple stripes and she looked really cute in it.  Cindy's chest
had started to fill out and while her boobs weren't as big as mine,
they weren't just little bumps anymore.

Cindy and I had fooled around a few times, but we were by no means
lovers.  Our experiences were mostly mutual masturbation and a little
touching.  We hadn't done anything together since well before I fell
on my bike and I was feeling a little horny.

One of the things I had begun to notice is that when I masturbated,
I was still avoiding any penetration, and while it was really good, I
felt empty.  The feeling was deep in my vagina and it started to
concern me, although I really didn't know why I was concerned.  I
still was able to bring myself great orgasms, and at times, I felt
like I was going to faint, but there was just something missing.

Cindy and I pulled a couple of lounge chairs over to an area that
was blocked from our only neighbor's view.  My dad had a wooden fence
put up that spring and it made our large backyard very private.  We
stretched out on the lounges and lay on our stomachs.  I reached
around behind me and pulled my suit bottom into my butt crack,
exposing my now tanned cheeks.

"I sure wish I could do that," Cindy said.  "I'd love to have a tan
like you do."

"Why don't you," I said.  "Nobody's around to see your ass."

"If my dad ever found out, he'd kill me."

"How is your dad going to see your butt, Cindy?"

"I don't know, he might though and I'd be grounded until I was
eighteen."

"That sucks!  I couldn't live like that, not being able to do
anything."

"Yeah, it does suck.  I wish my parents were like yours.  Your mom
and dad let you do anything you want to."

"Not really, I get to do stuff because I don't do bad things.  I
don't run around like Mary Jo and get myself knocked up.  My mom and
dad trust me and I don't plan to do anything to make them stop."

"Yeah, Mary Jo is in a world of shit.  I heard her mom is sending
her away and she has to give up the baby."

"Really, I don't know if I could do that, you know, give up a baby."

"I don't plan on getting pregnant, Jen."

"Neither do I, but I doubt that Mary Jo planned for it to happen.  I
heard that she only did it with that guy once."

Cindy giggled and said, "I guess once is all it takes."

"Guess so.  If I decide I want to do it, I'm going to have my mom
get me birth control pills."

"You'd ask her to do that?"

"Sure, why not.  My mom doesn't want to be a grandmother any more
that I want to be a mom.  Besides, I already have a prescription from
the doctor; he gave it to me to help with my periods."

"Wow, Jen, are you going to get the pills?  What's wrong with your
periods?

"Ever since I started to exercise so much, my periods have been
unpredictable.  Some months, I don't even have one.  The doctor said
that birth control pills would help by regulating them.  I don't know
about getting the pills though, I haven't decided."

"That might explain why I missed a couple of periods during the
track season.  When I missed my first one, I thought I was pregnant,
but I knew I couldn't be because I've never done anything with a boy."

I laughed and said, "You're silly, Cindy!  I know that someday I
want to have sex, and I don't want to get knocked up when I do.  I've
been thinking about asking Mom to get the pills for me.  Mainly to
help with my periods, but…"

"Well, the first thing you need to do is find a boyfriend.  If you
don't have one of those, you can't get pregnant."

"Too true, how are things going with you and Eddie?  He doesn't talk
to me about you very often."

"Okay, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't even tried to kiss me yet.  We talk and even hold hands,
but that's it."

"My brother is very shy, Cindy.  Give him time and he'll come around."

"I hope he hurries, I'm getting impatient.  I want more than a
friend that's a boy.  I want a BOYFRIEND!  How about you, Jen?  Is
there anybody you like?"

I rolled over onto my back, pulled my suit bottom into my crotch and
then removed my top.  I had been sunning topless when I was alone for
a couple of weeks and my boobs were as tan as the rest of my chest. 
Cindy also rolled over, looked at me and removed her top.

"Screw it!  If I get caught, I get caught," she giggled.

I laughed and glanced at her.  Her boobs were flattened against her
chest, but her nipples were standing up.  Reaching over to her, I
teased one of her nipples and she giggled.

"I don't really know any boys that I want to hang around with, not
yet anyway," I said as I toyed with her boob and nipple.

I loved the way her nipples felt and reacted to my touch.  I pushed
the little nub around with my fingertip, and watched as her areola
crinkled up.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to attack you, Jen.  You're making
me really hot."

I was feeling a little frisky, so I sat up, leaned over and licked
her nipple as my hand slid down her tummy and into the bottom of her
suit.  I played with her pubic hair for a moment and then moved my
fingers lower as she spread her legs.  I could feel the moisture of
her pussy as my finger parted her lips and moved up and down her
labia.

After rubbing her for a minute and sucking on her nipple, I
stretched back out on my lounge.

"You're a tease, aren't you?"

"Yup, do you mind?"

"No, the only thing that I mind is that you stopped."

We giggled for a few minutes and then went into my room.  After
pulling the bottoms of our suits off, we jumped onto my bed and began
to fool around.  Cindy and I were lying with our heads opposite one
another, touching each other's pussy.  Cindy slipped her finger into
me and I noticed it didn't pinch like before.  It was the first time
since the bike accident that a finger had entered me.

As out play progressed, I told Cindy to put another finger in my
pussy.  She asked if I was sure and I told her yes.  When I felt her
add another finger, I started to rock my hips to drive them deeper. 
The feeling of being stretched was wonderful and within minutes, my
orgasm began.  I thrashed around on the bed as Cindy pumped her
fingers in and out of my convulsing vagina.

When I finally collapsed and lay panting from the best climax I had
ever had, Cindy stared at me.

"What was that all about?  Didn't it hurt?"  Cindy asked.

"No, it felt wonderful!"

"I thought your pussy was going to break my fingers, it clamped down
so hard."

Once I regained my composure, I told Cindy about ripping my hymen
when I fell on my bike.  I also told her about the doctor's visit and
the pelvic exam I received.

"So you're not a virgin anymore?"

"Yes I am.  Mom said the only way to lose your virginity is to be
fucked."

"She said that!"

"Well, she didn't say fucked, but I know what she meant."

"Did it hurt when you broke your cherry?"

"It happened when I fell off my bike, everything hurt!"

Cindy shifted around, put her face between my legs and pulled my
labia open.  After looking for a minute, she kissed my sex and then
sat up.

"It doesn't really look different," she said, picking a couple hairs
off her tongue.

"I know, I looked at it with a mirror.  What's wrong?"

"You're getting too hairy down there, I got some in my mouth."

"It sucks!  I have trouble keeping my bikini from looking like it
has a beard sometimes, I've been thinking about shaving."

"Really?  All of it?"

"Not all of it, just enough so it doesn't show when I have my bikini
on."

"We should do it to each other, Jen.  I'd like to have mine shaved
too."

I agreed and the two of us went into the bathroom.  Cindy shaved me
first, leaving a thin patch of hair just above the beginning of my
slit.  When she was finished, I did it to her, but she didn't want me
to shave her anywhere except her mons.  She thought that if her mom
ever saw her, she'd get into trouble.

I took a pair of scissors and clipped the hair that remained on my
moms.  When I was finished, my pubic hair was only about a quarter of
an inch long.  Cindy and I both rubbed our crotches with lotion and
then put our suits back on.  We went back to the pool and jumped into
the water.

"I wish we could swim naked like we did at my house," Cindy said as
we rested along the edge of the pool.  "That was a blast!"

"Yeah, it was fun.  We could probably do it here sometime, I don't
think my mom would care."

"Your mom probably wouldn't, she's so cool!  What about your dad and
brother?"

I laughed and said, "I'm pretty sure they would like it."

"I'm sure they would, but you wouldn't do that, would you?  You
wouldn't swim naked around your dad and brother."

"I don't know, Mom says that I shouldn't be ashamed of my body," I
giggled as I put my hands under my boobs and jiggled them.  "I think
I've got a good body."

"You do, and if your tits get any bigger, you're going to be top
heavy."

"My tits aren't that big, Cindy.  They're only B cup."

"That's a lot bigger than my little boobies, they're barely an A."

"Mom thinks that I'll be a C someday, like her."