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 Dee Does MS 3 By peregrinf

   Let me tell you.  It is hard to stand tall when your head wants to drop
on to your chest.  I was counting the cracks in the sidewalk.  You know,
the old rhyme, "Step on a crack, break your mother's back." I rewrote it to
"break Missy's back."

   It didn't work.  Aside from the fact that the rhythm is wrong, that was
too cruel to even think about.  Even though I was furious with her I still
loved her.  It had been less than a week, after all.

   So I tried "Bitch.  Bitch.  Bitch.  Bitch." Every step of the long,
lonely walk home it became a drum beat in my head, one "bitch" per step,
every step.  "Bitch.  Bitch.  Bitch.  Bitch."

   I couldn't believe she'd said "no!" My former BFF Missy refused my
request for sanctuary!  She'd blown me off as casually as she'd puff away a
dandelion's seeds.

   All my hopes for a busy, adventuresome weekend were circling the drain.
Without a place to stay Friday night, a place that met my mom's exacting
standards, and my more -- uhm -- adventuresome desires, I was doomed to
hours in a car, over-nighting in cheap motels, sharing a room with my
mother, following docilely along as my brother made the obligatory visits
to the nearby institutions of higher education, even though he was setting
his sights far above their mediocre intellectual rankings.

   But I must admit, it isn't fair to grumble about hours in a car with
Carl and Mom.  They are good traveling companions.  We sang, and laughed,
and played silly games.  And there is a certain twisted pleasure in
watching some poor college kid walk backward into a light post as he
describes the joys of attending Good Old P U.

   But it was a far cry from a sleepover with Missy, even if she did have a
boyfriend now.  Toss in a sleepover with who knows how many 6th graders
(And don't try to tell me we'd be wearing pajamas.  You know better!) and
you've got a recipe for -- for -- anything!

   Nor is it fair to make fun of our nearby colleges.  You can get a
perfectly adequate education at, say, Podunk U.  But if your goal is
Princeton it is a bit of a comedown, even if the monograms are identical.
But Mom insists he give the locals a look, given the nature of our
finances. Face it, she's a single, working mom, and the Ivy League ain't
cheap.  Unless he got hellish good financial aid, Podunk might be his most
viable option.

   He seemed to be bearing up under the strain amazingly well, particularly
since future educational plans were likely to result in the brutal
sundering of his romantic relationship with Beth.  Even if Princeton did
hand out a pot o' gold, Beth is set on Harvard.  On the other hand,
Stanford is on both their lists, so maybe Fate will step in.

   Probably something like three thousand "bitches" later the sight of
Beth's car at the curb in front of my house lifted my spirits a little. 
Even so, without even stopping by the kitchen for my usual re-fueling, I
slogged up the stairs, laboring under the weight of my backpack and crushed
expectations, punctuating every step with what I thought was an
under-my-breath, "Bitch!"

   "Who?"

   Beth's voice jolted me out of my grumble and I stuck my head into Carl's
room.  "I thought you two were in the kitchen.  What are you doing up
here?"

   "What does it look like?" Beth giggled a little breathlessly, stroking
Carl's naked back as he humped her, her soft pale body mashed into the
mattress by his big, tanned frame, her naked legs spread wide, her pelvis
lifting to meet Carl's thrusts, his pale white ass bopping up and down,
unbaked buns rising and falling.

   I might have done an eye-roll if the sight of them interlocked hadn't
been so sexy.

   "Who's a bitch?" she asked again.

   "Missy," I answered.  "But don't let me interrupt!"

   "That's okay.  I'm multi-tasking." Beth was breathing deeply, totally
enjoying being watched while my brother screwed the living daylights out of
her.  The way she wriggled and squirmed I could tell she was enjoying it. I
watched his cock, glistening with her juices as he slid it deeply into her.
"Ooooooyeah!  What's Missy done now?"

   Yes, Beth is an exhibitionist.  During her week in The Program, sweet,
demure, top-of-the-class Beth Finch had learned to love showing off.  She
even made it pay over the summer, posing for local art classes, artists and
photographers, sometimes with Carl.  She'd made enough money to buy herself
a car!  Carl was happy to rely on her transportation while he saved his
modeling earnings for college, and they both enjoyed the fringe benefits,
obviously.

   At a show in an art gallery I'd seen a gorgeously artistic charcoal
drawing of them interlocked, nothing more than sensuously shaded lines and
curves, no faces showing, they were unidentifiable, but I knew it was them,
of course, because they told me.

   The title of it was "Young Love." The thought of them posing for hours
like that while the artist worked on the drawing had given me a tremendous
rush, but watching them in living, moving color, complete with squishy
sound effects, was even more exciting.

   I had to admit I'd love to do the same, if I ever got the curves the
profession demands.

   No!  Not screw in public -- though maybe that, too -- but modeling! 
Which reminded me, I still had to sort out the Marvin Brubaker issue. 
While I had my concerns, given Marvin's lecherous attitude, the school
paper's advisor had green-lighted his front page Dirty Dozen expose,
complete with photographs of some of the participants in "uniform,", shall
we say, which, of course, consisted of our birthday suits.

   Carl had a glazed look in his eye as he plundered Beth's willing crotch.
I think it's true -- when God made man she gave him a brain and a dick, but
not enough blood to run them both at the same time.

   "Oh, all the time it's 'Mike' this, and 'Mike' that!  It's like the
world revolves around Michael!" I explained bitterly, evading the central
issue.

   "I thought" -- Carl stroked in -- "you were gonna" -- stroke out --
"spend the weekend" -- stroke in -- "with her" -- stroke out.

   Trust my bro to cut to the chase.  His voice was soft and breathy.  He
was sliding his cock in and out of Beth slowly, oh so slowly, and God did
that look hot!  I could feel my own slit beginning to ooze.  Slipping out
of my back pack I eased it to the floor and reached for my crotch to
scratch the itch.

   "I can't!  She's got plans," I grumbled sourly, even as my hands shoved
my pants and panties down.  "She's never turned me down before!  I've never
ever turned her down!"

   If you've been paying attention, by now you must have realized that sex
has become a spectator sport in our house, at least on my part.

   "Times change," Carl pointed out, obviously more interested in the
sensation of his cock plumbing Beth's depths than in my aggravation with my
very much former BFF.  I was reluctantly coming to the conclusion that when
you're twelve, almost thirteen, that "forever" doesn't necessarily mean
for-ever.

   Meanwhile, I'm fingering myself, as interested in the way Beth was
prying into Carl's ass crack as I was in his humping her cunt.  Beth looked
at me with heavy lidded eyes, her soft lips parted, curled in a sexy,
enigmatic little smile.  She was a carnal Mona Lisa.

   Welcoming the distraction from Missy's betrayal I took my hand out of my
crotch long enough to strip off my shirt, kick free of my pants, getting as
naked as my brother and his squeeze were.

   I was so horny I squatted, right there, just inside the door, my legs
wide, fingering my cunt, my nearly hairless cunt, pinching my tender little
nipples.  "Do you mind?" I asked, my own voice shaking with lust.

   "Be -- our -- guest," Beth whispered.  "Ooooooooyeah!  Ohyeah, do it, do
it, do it."

   I don't know if she was urging Carl on, or me, but it didn't matter.  It
was so sexy watching them fuck -- so sexy I was in danger of losing my
balance, so I fell back on my butt, my legs kicking wide apart in their
direction, stuffing two fingers deep in my oozing cunny, squishing my clit,
pinching a tit as the delicious flames devoured me.

   Leaning back against the door frame I focused on them as Carl slowly
picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, his hands hooked under Beth's
shoulders so she couldn't escape the drilling he was giving her, not that
she wanted to.  Her flesh quivering with every impact, Beth was clutching
at his pale ass, working her fingers deep into his crack, drawing him up
tight into herself, and I could almost feel her finger probing his asshole,
even though I couldn't see it.

   We were all grunting and moaning by then, my orgasm looming over me like
a tsunami.  It was taking them longer to peak.  Knowing them this was
probably at least their second round.  Carl drove harder, deeper, faster,
and Beth whimpered with every stroke, her hips humping against him.

   I came first, and I came and I came, until I couldn't come any more, and
slumped weakly against the door frame.

   Beth was looking at me!  She'd watched me come and now I was watching
her coming, her face flushed, body pulsing, and even so she blew me a
distracted kiss, releasing one hand from Carl's ass to beckon me over!  I
scrambled over like a spider, crawling half on the bed, and she drew me in,
and kissed me, deep, deep, deep, and hard, and wet, and she was suck --
suck -- sucking my tongue as if her orgasm was being transmitted from her
cunt to my mouth, setting off aftershocks in my own cunny.

   Carl had stopped moving, and was gasping, his cock undoubtedly jetting
his seed into Beth's grasping cunt, and I was somehow all part of it.  He
lifted his sweaty head and saw me kissing his girlfriend, and kissed both
our faces, and we turned our heads so we could share his kisses, until at
last we were all going limp.

   As Beth cuddled me, cupping my cheek, her eyes twinkled.  "Why don't you
come and stay with me?" she asked softly.  "Think your mom would let you?"

   She really had been paying attention!  Talk about multi-tasking!  My
heart did its kangaroo imitation.  "Could I?"

   "Sure!  Carl's going to be gone all weekend.  I'll be lonely."

   Beth wasn't obligated to check out the local colleges.  She was aiming
for Harvard, though Stanford was a viable alternative.  I was rooting for
Stanford for both of 'em, so they'd be closer to home, and have each other
as well.

   "Uhm -- Saturday night I've got a sleepover at Judy Liu's," I admitted.
"But I bet you could come with me."

   "You think?"

   "I can ask her.  She says some of the kids in her class don't believe
her and she wants them to hear the straight stuff from me.  Maybe if we're
both there they'll believe."

   "Please ask her.  But no matter what, you can stay with me."

   I knew Mom would approve.  I couldn't help but smother Beth with kisses!


   "If you two are through arranging your social schedules, maybe you can
pay some attention to me?"

   So we both turned on him, flipped him on his back, his limp, sticky dick
flopping free, and proceeded to devour him, even though he is my brother. I
did let Beth do the clean up on his cock.

   "Now, why don't you gather your stuff and get out of here so Carl and I
can enjoy the afterglow," Beth suggested after a minute of slurping had
once again revived his prick.

   Afterglow my butt.  They were ready for the next round.  I wondered if
she'd take it up the ass this time, and wanted to stay, but....

   "You and I can have our own little love fest Friday night, if you'd
like."

   I was surprised.  Oh, sure, I knew she'd done it with Stephanie, but
that had just been an experiment, I thought.  I felt a delectable shiver at
the idea.

   "I think I love you!" I jumped out of bed and began gathering my
scattered clothes.

   She broke her suck on Carl.  "Oh, pooh.  You're just on the rebound."

   "Are you staying for supper?" I asked.

   "If there's enough."

   "I'll make sure there is," I assured her, practically bouncing to my
room to get some homework done before I had to start cooking, all thoughts
of Missy's infidelity banished.  It was almost enough to make me forget I
was grounded for another four days -- or was it three?  Today was Tuesday
-- I tried to count days on my fingers, but did I count today, or not?

   Whatever.  Trig was simpler.

   Later I was humming away in the kitchen, my naked ass bopping in time
with the radio when Mom came in from work.

   "You're awfully chipper," she observed, after turning down the music.

   "Beth said I could spend the weekend with her!" I exulted.

   "Did she now?  Where is she?"

   I shrugged as I stirred and seasoned a fresh batch of my special pasta
sauce.  "Upstairs, with Carl, as far as I know."

   "Of course.  Go easy on the oregano."

   "Too late, already done, but I compensated with lots of garlic," I
assured her, offering her the spoon.  "Taste?"

   "Mmmm, yum!  Don't forget a cup of Cabernet."

   I always felt a little wicked cooking with wine, though I knew by the
time my sauce was done simmering all the alcohol had gone up in steam.

   "Dressing for dinner?" she asked.

   "Not unless you want me to," I answered, loving the feeling of being
naked and free, knowing she wasn't talking about salad dressing.  "And
don't worry about interrupting anything upstairs.  They've already done it
at least twice."

   "And you would know this how?"

   She had the strangest little inhibitions.  She didn't think I should
watch Carl and Beth.  I just waved my hand.  "A little birdie...."

   "Yeah, right," she responded dryly as she left.  "You're a voyeur."

   "Well, they're exhibitionists.  They never close his door," I pointed
out.  "Making us a perfect match."

   Mom laughed her way up the stairs.

   Supper was a naked feast for the four of us.  Carl even made a show of
sucking some sauce off Beth's left tit.  After I'd done the dishes, with
help from Carl and Beth, bless them, I was able to knock off all of my
regular homework and some of the extra stuff my delinquency had earned me.

   So I crossed another day off on my calendar -- one day closer to the end
of my confinement, one day closer to becoming a real teen-ager, one day
closer to the start of swimming and diving practice, my mood much improved
-- and so to bed.

   Beth was spending the night, of course, so I fell asleep to the lullaby
of Carl's bedsprings.

   The next morning as I entered school for my appointment with Marvin I
had planned to cruise right past Missy and Mike, my head held high, quite
deliberately not sparing them a glance, but I unfortunately ran into her in
the girls' room.  She was primping in front of the mirror, putting on
lipstick!

   "Missy!  Makeup?" The lipstick was apparently the final touch to a full
face job.

   "Mike likes it," she announced, trying to sound casually sophisticated
as she pursed her lips as if to kiss her own reflection.

   I opened my mouth to ask if her mother knew of this new fashion
statement, then slammed it shut again.  Her mom would have a cow at the
mere thought of her little darling painting her face like some common tart!


   "Would you do me a favor?" she asked, looking at me, blinking.  With her
mascara she looked like a raccoon with something in its eye.  She was
obviously into the "more is better" school of makeup.  It made me grateful
for my mom's tutelage after she'd seen my first attempts with her lipstick.
Not that I had the time to bother with that gunk anyway.

   And after what Missy'd done to me, she was asking me for a favor?  I
cocked my eyebrow at her.

   "Could you ask Ms Andrews for more condoms?"

   That rocked me back on my heels.  Mike'd had a handful left over from
our romp on Friday -- I hadn't actually counted them -- and here it was
Wednesday, after an allegedly chaste weekend, and they needed more?  My
worst fears were coming true.  They must have gone at it like horny
hamsters over the last two days.

   I wondered how they got away with it, given her mom's protective
attitude.  Behind the garage and under the bleachers came to mind, twice
during lunch probably.  Yuck.

   "I could," I admitted, "But I won't.  Ask her yourself, why don't you?"

   She looked like I'd slapped her.  She looked like I'd felt when she'd
spurned my request for sanctuary.  "You know her better, and you know how
she feels about -- you know -- Mike and me doing It.  I'd have to put up
with a twenty minute lecture about how we're too young."

   "And if she thought they were for me I wouldn't get one?  I'm not going
to lie to her.  And doesn't how I feel matter?"

   "You're jealous!"

   "No!  Well, maybe a little.  But I'm not going to be your enabler."

   "My what?"

   "I'm not going to help you and Mike do what I don't think you should be
doing.  If you're going to do the deed, you have to face the music.  You
haven't told your mom yet, have you."

   "Of course not.  She'd kill me!"

   "You do the crime, you do the time," I retorted.  "I 'fessed up and I'm
grounded for the rest of the week.  Why should you get off scot-free?"

   "See what honesty gets you?  Mike says what she doesn't know won't hurt
her."

   "And you buy that?" I wanted to explain that at least I could still talk
with my mother, about anything.  That it was wrong to sneak.  All the old
arguments, but someone else banged through the door, letting in a gust of
chatter from the hallway with them.

   I used the interruption to make my escape, before I said something I
really regretted.  She had the nerve to ask a favor of me after she'd shot
me down just the day before!  Yeah, it hurt to turn away from Missy's
shocked face, but she'd done it to me the day before, and after the way
she'd turned me down I couldn't believe she actually expected me to behave
as if nothing had happened!

   Bitch!

   I found Marvin the News Nose in the classroom that doubled as the school
paper's editorial office, downloading yesterday's pics from his digital
camera, and he wasn't alone.  He'd managed to gather half of The Dirty
Dozen to recreate our march from Sex Ed class to the cafeteria -- me and
John Patterson, Mickey Kelly and SuperGeek A.  J.  Mansfield (still
together!), and Judy Liu and Terrell Ford.  It was a nice representative
sampling, culturally, racially and -- uh -- grade wise.

   After we had stripped naked (except for footwear -- sandals in my case),
he led us to the conference room where the class had met, since returned to
its original configuration, where he now posed us dramatically in the
doorway.

   I will say he has an eye for photography.  I was in the lead, of course,
looking like a slender Statue of Liberty or something -- or that painting
from the French Revolution, something about Liberty at the Ramparts or
something, except she was half dressed and had tits.  I'd seen it in one of
Carl's books when he was still excited by the sight of a naked boob.

   Well, actually, he still is, especially if it's Beth's, but never mind.

   I was photographed striking several different poses, one with an arm
raised, pointing forward in an "onward and upward" gesture, looking
dramatically back at my followers -- which, of course, I hadn't done in
reality, afraid I'd find no one following me.  As I was in the altogether I
had no secrets from his all-seeing lens.

   And then, off we marched, me boldly leading the way, the diminished cast
trailing behind me, to the cafeteria, Marvin dancing backwards ahead of me,
snapping away, bystanders gawking this time.  When we'd done it for real,
the first time, they'd all been inside feeding and had choked on their
ravioli when we'd stormed the dining hall in all our naked glory.

   Once Marvin got us there we posed on the tables, as we had then, feet
up, legs spread, on full display to those who were taking advantage of the
school's free breakfast.  By now we were all really getting into it, still
young and inexperienced enough to get a thrill out of our exhibitionism. 
Cock's were hard, pussies juicy.

   Mickey especially enjoyed the exposure, of course, flaunting her
precocious boobs and daunting red bush.  When one wise-ass breakfaster
offered her a banana she didn't even hesitate.  While everyone looked on,
she sensuously peeled it, and believe me, she could make peeling a banana
really sexy!

   I knew darn well she wasn't going to just eat it, and so did everyone
else.  With a giggle that made her titties jiggle, she theatrically deep
throated it before drawing it slowly out in a way that had my pussy
juicing. Then she reached down and parted her labia and ...  you guessed
it, slowly slid that white, fruity dildo into her auburn bush.

   Holy shit!  Since I was posed just as wide open as she was, I couldn't
resist the urge to stick something up my own twat, so I looked around for
another banana.  I was peeling it when I saw Mickey's break off in her
cunt!

   Oooooops!

   No problem, though.  A.  J.  dove between her thighs with an entry so
smooth that Louganis would have envied it.  It was obvious he had acquired
great expertise at muff diving.  Leaning back on her elbows, Mickey tilted
her head back, the tits on her freckled chest popping out as she flushed
with lust as A.  J.  held her labia open and, sucking hard and teasing with
his tongue, he ate that banana out of her.

   It was easy to understand what they saw in each other.  He was obviously
enjoying it as much as she was.  'tis better to give than receive.  I
wondered if she was getting as good at nuclear physics as he was at
cunnilingus.

   Never one to be out-done by the jiggle queen, even though I lacked her
attributes, I gave John a steamy look as I slid my banana into my own cunt,
a blatant invitation to him, and left it sticking out like a cock.  He
turned white as a sheet and I suddenly realized I had screwed up.  I
quickly and carefully extracted the fruit without breaking it, and
proceeded to eat it myself, savoring the piquant musk of my own juices
coating its sweet flesh.

   John was staring off into space, sweating.

   Judy and Terrell were just as busy, with each other.  Judy's delicate
hand was stroking Terrell's big black cock, while his big, blunt finger was
deep in her pussy, while they sucked face.  Marvin took pictures of all of
us, of course, though he promised the banana shots would not appear in the
paper, since the new food pyramid wasn't part of the original lesson plan.

   We were all having such a good time that we'd lost track of time and the
morning bell rang.  A few final, hasty snapshots and we dispersed with no
time to retrieve our clothes, barely time to snatch up our book bags, check
in at home room for roll call and announcements and then head to class.

   Naked.

   Ms Andrews, displaying her usual agility, commandeered the PA system to
announce our exposure as a trial run of the Naked in School Program as
practiced at the high school.

   Like that was supposed to mute any disruption?  You try dropping a half
a dozen naked 'tweens into middle school classes and hallways and see what
happens.  Only the fact that we were dispersed around the building
prevented a full-scale riot.  As it was, throughout the morning you could
easily track each of us nudists by the eruptions of gasps, laughs, shrieks,
howls and bursts of applause as we scampered our naked little butts from
class to class.  By the time I got to lunch my ass was a fluorescent pink
from the patting and pinching it endured in the hallways, not that I'm
complaining.

   As was becoming our habit, me and John, still naked, grabbed our lunches
and escaped to our sunny nook overlooking the athletic fields.  For a time
we just breathed sighs of relief and ate.  I was amazed he was handling all
this as well as he was.  Then I saw his hands starting to tremble and took
his sandwich from him before he dropped it.

   Then I was wrapping my arms around him while he bawled.  He kept trying
to stop, trying to apologize, trying to hide his shame, but I just held him
and soothed him, remembering how my mom calmed my hysterics when I was a
little kid.  There wasn't anything sexual about what I was doing, it was
just one human being consoling another.

   I said nothing about what had happened in the cafeteria earlier, but
cursed myself for upsetting him.  I still didn't know the origins of his
hang-ups, but something about that banana sticking out from my crotch like
a cock had definitely set him off.

   We didn't lie down together.  There were some kids kicking a soccer ball
around on the field, and I knew what they'd think we were doing if we did,
so we sat there, my arm around his shoulders as he shuddered with sobs.

   Finally he was cried out and apologizing, while I reassured him that it
was all right.

   He was twisting his hands together again.  "It's just that...." He
stammered to a halt, staring at his tangled fingers.

   I lifted his chin so my eyes could meet his.  "Sshhhh," I shushed him
gently.  "You don't have to say anything.  I'm sorry I upset you.  It won't
happen again."

   He nodded jerkily.

   "It's not your fault," I added firmly.

   He managed a big, shaky breath.  "It's just that -- stuff is happening."


   I was dying to know what stuff, of course, but wasn't about to ask. 
"I'll be here for you, anytime you need a shoulder to cry on.  You don't
have to say anything."

   "Thanks," he said, sighing deeply.  Suddenly he pulled me to him, and
kissed me!  Not an open mouthed kiss, just a very firm peck, if that makes
sense.  "Thanks!"

   Then the bell rang and we gathered up our trash and it was off to the
afternoon grind, still naked.  He even brushed some grass off my butt, and
deliberately put himself between me and Horace and his groupies as they
stood around outside in a cloud of stale smoke.

   Dopers at the age of thirteen.  What a bunch of losers.

   John and I looked at each other, and let their hoots and insults roll
off our naked backs as we entered school, hand in hand.

   Once inside we parted to go our separate ways, still not bothering to
find our clothes.  The public reaction was growing more subdued, but I
still loved the sensation of letting it all hang out for everyone to see as
I made my way through the rest of the day.

   In fact, when I looked at my clothes at the end of the day, I just
wadded them up and stuffed them in my pack.  And that's how I found myself
outside the school, starkers.  With a naughty giggle I set off on the walk
home.

   Naked on the public streets was a new sensation for me.  I knew I
wouldn't get arrested or anything, of course.  The NIS program had gotten
the public used to seeing naked teens, and even a few adults, on the
sidewalks or in a shop or the mall.  Well, maybe not totally used to it.  I
enjoyed the looks and hoots and honks from passing cars as I made my way
home.

   Out here in the open I loved the touch of the sun and wind on my naked
skin, touching places it wasn't used to touching, where I wasn't used to
feeling it.  It reminded me of the touching exercises that Carl and Dee had
led us through, made me so totally aware of my body, every inch of it.

   When I had to wait for a light at an intersection I almost did a little
dance, right there on the street.  I tried to be dignified, in keeping with
my age, but when the light changed I actually skipped like I was still a
little kid as I crossed in front of the cars, the only things between me
and the whole wide world being my sandals and my backpack.

   I wanted to scream "Look at me!  I'm Naked!  I'm Tall!  I'm Slender! 
I'm Sexy, and I know it!"

   After letting myself in the house, I scampered up the stairs, threw off
my pack, flopped on my back on my bed, stroking my own naked body.  When I
pinched my tits I realized I could feel the swelling of my developing
breasts, and that only made it all the more delicious.  And when I slid my
fingers down to my crotch I felt the first of my pussy hairs coming in.

   My finger slithered into my already juicing pussy as I dug my heels into
my bed and lifted my pelvis.  My door was wide open, the afternoon breeze
stirring the curtains in my open window, stroking my flesh.  I didn't care
who saw me as I masturbated myself to a rip roaring orgasm.

   Once I'd satisfied that hunger I headed downstairs for some milk and
cookies before settling down for my homework.  I was just finishing
analyzing another Poe story when Carl rapped on my door.

   "Hey, Sis, want to go for a run?"

   Would I!  But I couldn't.  "I'm grounded, remember?"

   "I already checked with Mom.  It's okay, as long as I'm along as your
probation officer."

   I was out of my chair and mooning him as I rooted in my closet for my
shoes.  "Be right with you!"

   He looked at me.  "Like that?"

   I was already pulling on socks.  "Why not?  I walked home this way." I
stuffed my feet in my runners and tied them quickly.  He, of course, was
dressed.  He doesn't like his -- uh -- equipment flopping around as he runs
-- says it hurts.  I've heard girls with big boobs make the same complaint
about their bumpers.

   "Did you!  Well done!"

   "Piffle," I said dismissively.  "You've done it.  Besides, I was naked
in school all day." So I had to tell him about Marvin's recreation of the
Great Display as we headed downstairs.  "I have to be back in time to cook
dinner," I reminded him.

   "Two miles?" he asked.

   "Make it three," I countered, setting off at a trot.  "My legs are
longer now."

   And oh, there I was again, the wind in my hair -- ALL of my hair -- the
sun on my skin, the eyes of the neighborhood on my grace and beauty.  The
ground seemed to flow beneath me as we jogged our usual one-mile loop once,
then again, and for a third.  I felt so free, so totally alive!

   Taking the last turn, I couldn't resist the challenge.  From our
comfortable jog I sprinted off like the wind.  "Race you!" I yelled back
over my shoulder.  Half a block to go and I heard his feet pounding behind
me.  He started to draw even and I dug a little deeper, put him behind my
shoulder, but he drew even again, fists pumping, pulled ahead and hit the
walk up to the front door no more than a stride ahead.

   "WHOOOSH!" he puffed, leaning on his knees.  "I'm gonna have to do some
serious training to keep ahead of you."

   "You got it, Bro.  I take no prisoners." I was dancing, tingling all
over, feeling better than I had in days.

   "Yeah, well, don't let it go to your head.  I did beat you, remember,
and you got a head start."

   "Oh, you ran like that?" Mom was home, surprised to see me naked.

   "Walked home from school this way, too," I admitted.  "Tell you about it
at dinner.  Lemme get a quick shower and I'll nuke some stuff to life."

   It was a good evening, and I slept well.  Only two days to go on my
grounding, and Friday afternoon I'd be at Beth's house!