SEX ED_(2)

Just a quicky this afternoon…

In the Spring of 2001 I was 15 years old and like most boys my age I was obsessed with anything sexual. Most of the guys at my school jacked-off daily. I knew this because it was sort of a badge of honor in a weird sort of way. A couple of guys claimed to have actually had sex with a girl but it was dubious to say the least.
I was a freshman in High-school and my sister, Andy, short for Andrea, was in the eighth grade.
Andy was a very pretty girl, about five-foot five and a hundred ten or fifteen pounds. She had brown shoulder length hair and the prettiest green eyes imaginable.
Andy had a best friend named Tracy. Tracy was pretty in her own way though not nearly as attractive as Andy. Both girls had matured at an early age resulting in rather large breasts. Of course, this was only speculation on my part. I had never actually seen either girl in the buff, but what I had seen and with what my vivid imagination filled in, I was pretty sure they were both amply endowed.
Both of my parents worked so Andy and I came home to an empty house five days a week. This was just normal for us. We did our homework and sometimes had a friend over. Our parents didn’t care as long as we didn’t cause trouble and cleaned up after ourselves.
One afternoon while I was doing my homework Andy and Tracy came into my room.
“What’s up, guys,” I said, looking up from my history book.
The girls were fidgeting. “Oh, nothing,” Andy said. Tracy gave Andy a little shove.
I closed my book and looked up at both girls. “Okay. You got my attention. What?”
Tracy nudged Andy again.
“Well, today in school we started,” she paused for a moment, looked at Tracy, and continued. “We started sex ed.”
Oh shit, I thought. They aren’t going to start asking me sex questions are they?
“We don’t get it,” Tracy said.
“Don’t get what?”
“The whole thing,” Andy said.