Deanna Awakening, Pt. 2

Life had not been fair to Kirsten, Deanna’s mom. That much Dee knew. She didn’t know any of the details surrounding her father’s suicide, when she was 8 years old. She did know that her dad was troubled and not well . . . and that he went to be with the Lord. Spencer barely remembered him.

Deanna’s mom had found solace for her grief and her guilt in the arms of her church. Who could blame her? Her own mother was half a continent away and she had 2 young children to raise. She somehow managed to get hold of herself and take care of her children, but she was changed forever and became something of a religious fanatic. Deanna knew that the Puritan-like view of sex that her mom had developed had something to do with her dad. It made her both sad and rebellious, because she felt that she was missing out on that aspect of life.

Her mom had kept things from her. Deanna was ill-prepared for the burgeoning of her body, her own metamorphosis into womanhood. Her mom had told her that sex was for a singular purpose: to create progeny.

Deanna’s mind could almost grasp the concept of this train of thought, but her body had been raising its own hand in response, recently. “Why would our God make our bodies enjoy sex if it was only a duty?”

Her brother Spencer was apparently masturbating daily . . . or multiple times daily. Dee worked up the nerve that day to ask her friend Natalie, while getting ready for cheerleading, if she knew about masturbating. Natalie’s response was enough to confirm what Deanna had suspected: “you’re kidding, right?”

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The light taps upon his door gave Spencer a bit of a start as he read “A Game of Thrones” in his bed. He knew his mother would not approve so he quickly stowed the paperback under his covers as he said “yes?”

“Spence, can I talk to you?” Deanna poked her head into his room unexpectedly.

“Sure, Dee. What’s up?”

Deanna slipped in through his door wearing her cotton-flannel night shirt, which she often wore around the house after her evening shower. “Hey Spence” she said lightly as she sat on the edge of his bed. “I . . . . just wanted . . . to talk, uh, a bit, uh . . . about what happened today . . . if you don’t mind?”

“Sure Dee. Are you mad at me?” Spencer asked. “I just have never seen a girl naked and I really wanted to keep looking at you. Please don’t tell mom or anything, she’d be totally pissed.”

“I’m not gonna tell mom” Deanna assured her brother. “I asked Natalie today about girls, ya know, uh, doing that too and I think she does it herself. I’d never even tried before this morning, ya know? But, when you were looking at me and doing it yourself . . . that kinda made me, uh, I don’t know . . . excited? Did you already do it again tonight? You said you usually do it twice a day, right?”

This was a very strange conversation as far as Spencer was concerned, but having jerked off that morning in front of his sister did bring down some of the barrier between them. He wasn’t used to Dee being so open and vulnerable with him, but he found that he liked it. “Uh, no. I was just reading” he answered. “I usually do it right before I go to sleep, cuz it helps me relax.”

“Would you want to do it with me here like this morning? You seemed to like that.”

“That was really sexy, Dee, I came really hard looking at you.”

Deanna picked up her hips to wiggle her night shirt free and pulled it over her head. Exposing herself shamelessly to her little brother for the second time that day.

“God, Dee, you have got a great set of tits!”

“You like to look at ‘em?” she said teasingly as she grabbed her 34-C’s with both hands and held them up for her brother’s inspection.