More than anything Renée wished she had a sister, or a girlfriend to talk to.  She knew she could talk to Mama about almost anything, but Mama was usually sick, and she didn’t want to over burden her with trivial questions.  She had an old rag doll she was given for Christmas many years ago.  She clutched it to her heart as she sat up in bed thinking of what had happened between her and Tommy before Lee’s parents came home.  She thought of how much she wanted it inside her, and how disappointing it was until after, when Tommy started kissing her venusberg, and then they did what ever it was again.  She felt the burn start to sizzle when she remembered how good it felt when everything seemed to burst into fireworks down there.  She wondered if all girls felt that.  She wondered if it was that way every time, or only good if it hurt so badly first.  Too many questions, and no one to give her any answers.  There was a tap on her bedroom door.  “Yah, come in.”  She quickly pushed her doll aside.

            Bjørn peeked in.  “Okay if we talk?”

            “Certainly, come in, sit down Bjørn.”

            Her brother sat at the foot of her bed leaning against the old wooden foot board.  “You are a pretty girl Renée.  You are my sister, and even I can see that.  I worry that boys will try to take advantage of you.  This is the way it is, let me give you an example.  Animal... you know my buddy Angelo Miltonelli, he really likes Lydia.  She has your boyfriend drop her off at Patsy’s Pizza, then he comes over to see you.  Animal... He really likes Lydia.  He likes her a lot.  He might play around with her pupper a little... you know to see if she likes it, or not.  You know what I mean, Renée?”  He fondled his chest.

            “Yah, I, I think so, Bjørn.”  Renée blushed.

            “Okay, just so you understand.  Guys, we like to touch, and feel up a girl’s pupper.  They are soft and warm, and it gives a thrill.  Now there are two kinds of girls, Renée.  One you play with pupper- a little, just to see if she likes.  If she does, well then you keep her clean so you can bring her home to meet the family.  But then there’s the problem of what playing with pupper does to a guy.  Let me see, how can I explain?  We get this pressure that builds up inside.  And, it keeps building like we’re going to explode.  We need to release that load before it makes us crazy.  That’s where the other kind of girl comes in.  She’s the one you unload on.  Do you know what I mean?”

            “No, not really Bjørn.”

            “Okay, you don’t tell Mama and Papa I told you this, okay? Promise?”

            His sister made an X on her chest.  “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

            “Our kuk, our man thing, gets twitchy when we are around girls.  When we kiss girls, the kuk gets bigger.  Then, if they let us feel their pupper, it gets harder.  When we find a girl that will let us, we put our ståkuk in her fitte, then we move it up and down, until all that pressure releases.  Knulle... pule... in plain English, go all the way.  Renée, it’s okay for a girl to go all the way, but most guys just want to use a girl to relieve their ståkuk.  When it is time to bring a girl home to meet the family, guys want a girl that has not been used that way.  When guys get married, we want a wife that has never had another man put his kuk in her.  I don’t know about Tom.  He seems nice, but I wonder since he’s so rich why he wants to be with a girl as poor as you.  Renée, I worry he only wants to knulle with you.  Not just play a little bit with the pupper like Animal with Lydia.  I think he wants to... go all the way.  Animal and Delores pule.  He will never marry Delores.  She will be his tispe hore until he marries Lydia, or someone else.  Delores will never be Mrs. Angelo Miltonelli.  I don’t want that for you Renée.  It would break Mama and Papa’s hearts, and mine, if you choose be a rich boys forpult.” 

            What her brother said cleared up many questions, but confused her so much more.  “Bjørn, what happens if a boy doesn’t have a tispe hore?”

            He sighed.  “If you ever tell Mama, or Papa I told you, they will kill me.”

            “Pinky promise, I won’t ever tell.”

            “We ronk.  We go someplace alone, and keep jerking kuk until the load comes out.  But, I don’t do that anymore.”

            “Why?  Oooooh!  I know!  Because you pule with a girl!  Oh, Bjørn!  Who is the girl that lets you put your ståkuk in her?”   Renée was dying to find out.

            “Promise not to tell?”

            “Yah!  Promise!  Who?  Who?  Who?”

            “Whoo, whoo, whoo?  You sound like a hoot owl Renée.  I’d tell you, but I’ve already asked you to keep enough secrets for one night.  What are you going to tell me that I can use as a ram rod on you?  Tell me something little sister.”   He smiled, and teased.

            “Tommy felt me up, just to see if I like it.” 

            “So ol’ Ricsen felt up your pupper?”   Bjørn’s whole demeanor changed.  “That’s far enough, you hear me?  I don’t want to hurt your boy friend, so fondling your bryster’s enough!”  Bjørn got very protective, and sounded hostile.

            “But, Bjørn, he says he loves me!”

            “Don’t fall for the love line.  I used that one on Marsha Hendricks, so she went all the way!”

            “Marsha Hendricks!  She’s so mean to me, and yet she knulle with my brother?  She pule my brother!"  Renée laughed and laughed.

            “I’ll tell the hestkuk myself to keep his hands off my sisters pupper.”

            “Bjørn, ikke herp med puppene mine!  Come on...  If you pule, why can’t I?”

            “I told you, Renée, a man doesn’t want a woman that’s had another man’s kuk in her.”

            “Then why do you put your kuk, your ståkuk in Marsha?  If it is good for you it should be good for me!  You said it was okay for a girl to go all the way.  I am a girl.  I have puppene, venusberg and a fitte!”

            “Yes, Renée, that I did say.  I guess it is hard for a big brother to think his little sister wants a ståkuk in her fitte.  In many ways things are different in America.  In the old country, knulle is not so taboo.”

            “Bjørn, don’t worry.  If I knulle with Tommy, I wouldn’t knulle with any other guy.  Have you with other girls besides Marsha?”

            “I told Ruth I had six months to live, and longed to know the love of a real woman before I die.  She fell for it.  But, Betty got jealous because they are sworn enemies, so I had her, too.  My now forpult is Rita.  My first was Janine, but I think the first three times I did it to her thighs instead of inside her venusberg because we didn’t know what we were doing.”  Bjørn went on filling his sister in on who he’d had, and who only let him feel her pupper. 

            She knew who each girl that had knulle with her brother was, and never felt intimidated by any of them again.  She didn’t tell her brother that she and Tommy had knulle.  Now that she knew what they had done, she felt what they’d shared was a beautiful thing that should be kept private between the two of them.  She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what Tommy had made her feel.

            “Tommy it was that way for me, too.  Let’s find someplace to go, yah?”

            “Where, where, where?”  Tom felt the build up knowing she wanted to be alone with him again.  They got in the car and drove far out in the country to the back side of his parents ranch.  Now he hated his bright red car, and only hoped it wouldn’t be spotted.  He pulled up to an old barn.  Hand in hand they ran inside.  Once he locked the barn door from the inside, he’d unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped.  She’d removed her underwear.  They kissed like they’d never kissed before.  She backed up to the wall, and he followed pressing into her.  Tommy dropped the front of his shorts.  Amid a half dozen crinoline’s, he entered her, and she loved all he had to give.  They moved together fast and furious.  Again, in minutes it was over.

            “Tommy, I liked it like that.  It was fast, but it eased a lot of tension, yah?”

            “Yeah, that it did.  Think you can make it up the ladder in that skirt?”

            “Certainly, what do I look like?  A girl with no brother?  If I wanted someone to play with, I had to play his games, he wouldn’t play dolls.  I can ride horses, climb trees, and play basketball, too.”  He watched her legs as she climbed up into the hay loft.

            There they lay quietly.  Tom gazed at her beautiful face, and wanted to love her for the rest of his life.  He felt so bad that they were only fourteen and sixteen.  Tom wanted to marry her now.  He didn’t know anyone else that loved the girl they were with.  He knew this feeling was more than just lust, but thinking of that, he wanted her again.  He slipped his arm under her neck and shoulders, then leaned down for a tender kiss.  She kissed him back, and he knew.  He knew he was in love.  He slowly unbuttoned each button on her blouse, slipped it off her shoulders, and unhooked and removed her bra.  “You are lovely Renée, perfectly lovely.  May I?”

            Her eyes said it all.  He kissed and fondled.  Then he moved his hands to her waist and undid her skirt.  She looked glorious naked.  As cold as it was in that barn, everything was peeked, and perky.  His eyes couldn’t get enough of her. 

            “Well?” 

            “Well what?”  Tommy asked.

            “Well, do I get to see you naked?  If I have to be up here freezing, shouldn’t you be, too!”

            “What? You want to see me naked?”

            “Yah, I want to see what it is that makes me smile, and yearn to knulle again and again.”

            Tommy was shy, and felt like a jerk because of it.  But, he pulled off his cardigan and removed his already opened pants.  “Renée, you aren’t shy at all... about being naked.”

            “No Tommy, I’m not shy.  I think the body is beautiful.  Mama went without a blouse to do her housework in all seasons.  If my brother wasn’t home she didn’t put one on when Papa came home, even at dinner.  It’s just the way we live, and we don’t think very much about it.  In summer, just like Mama, I don’t wear a top when I’m at home.”

            Renée remembered stroking Tom the night before, and reached for him again.  She got very aggressive, and soon took over by mounting him, then moving to pleasure herself, until she once again felt a burst of his fluid, and herself spasm.  “Yah, Tommy, I’m sure I was made just for you.  Tommy... You have a nice one.”

            “Glad you like it... What I’ve got is all yours.  Have you seen other boys?”

            “Not other boys, but I remember seeing Papa one time when he and Mama were in bed.  I was bad... I peeked in through the key hole, and they didn’t know I was there.  Mama was kissing Papa's ståkuk.  I was little, and didn’t know what they were doing, but Papa got up, his was big and stood upright.  He put a key in the lock, and turned it.  Then I couldn’t see what they were doing.  But, the bed springs were squeaking, and Mama made noises like a kitten.  And Papa, he grunted four, or five times, then she, Mama moaned long, and loud.  Then, I heard Papa coming to the door, so I ran real fast, and got back in my bed.  My door was open, and I saw him naked going into the bathroom.  He looked like you do now.”

            “I guess we’re grown up Renée.  I liked kissing you down there.”  He glanced at her blonde triangle.   “Especially seeing how much you liked it.”

            “Yes, Tommy, I did like the way you kissed my venusberg.  You said what you’ve got is mine, so I’d like give ours a kiss.”

            Renée had taken to intimacy like a fish to water.  Tom, being a 150 pound living breathing hormone, loved it all.  Mostly he loved her.  She was bright and beautiful, witty and silly, she could cook and sew, she was uninhibited and willing to experiment.  How could he tell Renée that his parents were insisting he see other girls?  How on earth could they force him to see others, when he had the girl of his dreams doing what she was doing?