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was pretty sure that he was, in fact,
wearing a slight smile.
    “ Your mother,” he said, shaking
his head slightly. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
    “ What do you mean,” I
asked.
    “ She’s always been pretty free and
open about stuff like that,” he said. “So it shouldn’t surprise me
that she told you all that.”
    “ Is she right?” I
asked.
    “ About what?”
    “ Is putting a boy’s thingy in my
mouth a way to make him like me?”
    Daddy laughed now. “Well it certainly can’t hurt.
But that’s not to say you should be doing it to just anyone. You
save that for someone you love.”
    “ Okay Daddy,” I said.
    “ You know what?” he said suddenly.
“I think our lesson is done for the day. I just heard your mother
come home, and I think I need to have a bit of a talk with her.
I’ll see you kids at dinner.” Pa left the room in a bit of a hurry,
and Jimmy and I followed quickly after him. We were never ones to
stick around the classroom any longer than required. I went to my
room and Jimmy went to his. It was at least an hour or two before
dinner.
    I lay on my bed, thinking about
what had just been discussed and the conversation I had had years
ago that led up to it. As had happened often in the past, just the
mere thought of putting a boy’s willie in my mouth made me feel all
weird. In the past, the feeling had been kind of disgusting and
grossed me out. More often than not lately, though, it hadn’t been
grossing me out as much as intriguing me. In fact, most of the time
when I thought about it for more than a minute or two, I started to
feel all tingly between my legs. It was a problem I had taken to
solving by using my fingers to rub the feeling away. It was weird
how that worked, too. The more I rubbed, the more the tingles grew.
But then they would crash into me and cause me to shudder in
pleasure. Only after that had happened would they finally start to
subside.
    This time, though, I was thinking more about what my
Daddy had said about it than the actual act itself. I needed to
save it for someone I loved, and it would probably help to make
that person like me more.
    A sudden blast of music came from the shared wall
between Jimmy’s room and mine. He had turned on his stereo and as
usual it was far too loud. I know Ma and Pa didn’t mind as they
were usually half way across the house and could barely hear it,
but when it was right next to my wall it is always really annoying.
But I knew from the past that if I told him to turn it down, he
would get mad and we’d end up fighting, which saddened me. I just
wished that Jimmy and I got along better. When we were younger we
were much closer, but as we’ve gotten older, we’d been fighting
more and more. Ma said it was just his testosterone flaring up,
making him into a hot head. Whatever it was, I wished it would go
away. I love my brother, but sometimes I just can’t stand him.
    I decided to try asking him nicer to turn the music
down. In the past I was as much to blame as he was, pounding on the
wall or going in there screaming my head off for him to shut it
off. Maybe if I was nicer, he would respond better.
    Jimmy’s door was closed when I went to his room, his
music escaping through the cracks underneath so I knew he wouldn’t
hear my knocks. I tried anyway, but as expected there was no
answer. Since my parents didn’t believe in locks on our doors, I
pushed his open and gasped aloud at the sight before me.
    Jimmy was lying on his bed, facing the ceiling. The
music was blaring, and he hadn’t seen me come in, but that was also
partly because his eyes were screwed shut and his body slightly
arched. What surprised me, though, was that his pants and underwear
were down below his knees and his hand was rubbing furiously up and
down along his willie.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight before me,
although I know I should have probably just closed the door quickly
and pretended not to have seen anything. With the music