Introduction:
Inside Me
—– 8 —
After a lot of begging with mom to let Montana and her little sister stay over the Labor Day weekend, she finally gave me the go ahead to get permission from Ean.
I didn’t really know why I begged my mom so hard. Montana would help get Ean’s stuff out of me either way and I really didn’t want the two of them meeting each other. But some part of me did. Ean knew I was friends with her than. I couldn’t keep them apart forever. My absolute biggest fear was having predicted right how well they would get along.
Ean really did like Crystal a lot, I never saw them together but I could feel that he liked her from the way he talked about her to me over the phone when they were dating. She was almost perfect for him. Almost. Ean was trying everything on her. He was just too late. She was already damaged goods. Montana. If, and I hoped everything against it, if he took to Montana – she was still young. Untarnished. The only hope of me believing that Ean would think of her as too young went out the door with my virginity.
Ean said I was young, but I pushed him. I told him that age was nothing. He knew it already but I did my absolute best to reinforce it. Whatever barrier he had left crumbled as I dropped my body onto his penis.
Math class Monday wasn’t really the place to talk about cleaning out my vagina so we refrained until lunch. That was when I learned about a douche. I was getting pretty scared as she talked about it but she said she had done it once before. I didn’t know though. Sticking a tube that far up into me and squirting water to flush out my brother’s cum.
First of all, I didn’t want anything inside me except my brother and his cum. That carried over into the second of all, I felt guilty washing him out of me. Montana said that there wouldn’t be much left anyways, but probably enough to send of a red flag to a gynecologist.
The conversation carried over from lunch where I walked with her to the middle school. It was about a fifteen minute walk.
“Yeah, mom usually douches when she’s on her period and dad is in one of his happy moods.”
“Is, is that the one I’m using?” I asked a little scared and disgusted.
“No, I found hers and asked what it was and for some reason she bought me one. You’ll use that. I only used it once and I was clean to start with. I just wanted to see what it was like.”
I smiled awkwardly. For some reason, I was comforted that I was going to use her douche. At least more so than using her mom’s.
We reached my old middle school just as masses of kids began funneling out. They all looked so young to me. I guess being around high school people all day made me expect all kids my age to look like that. Even though I was just barely out of that middle school.
A young girl came running up to us. I put the excitement in her face and somewhat familiar characteristics into what was most probably Montana’s sister.
“Is this her, his sister?” she jittered in an almost annoying little girly voice. I had to blush a bit from the attention though.
“Yes Bentlee.”
“You’re really pretty,” she told me. That must have turned my face a deep shade of red. “I can see why your brother likes you so much.” She just wouldn’t stop. Blood was pouring into my face.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Montana said as if it just popped into her mind, “Bentlee was in the room with me the last time I called. You know, when I had to yell at you.”
The little girl was beaming at me as I tried looking away. I wished so much she wasn’t there right then.
“Don’t worry,” Montana said looking at my undoubtedly purple face, “she’s part of the club too.”
“What club?” I asked not really wanting to know.
“Club Ean!” Bentlee almost shouted. It was the most uncomfortable situation I had been in in a long time. It was incredibly embarrassing but at the same time, it made me feel really special. I was Ean’s sister. I felt so popular. At least with them.
Montana must have seen my extreme discomfort and started leading the way to her home.
Bentlee stared at me the whole way to her house beaming with a bright smile. I wondered how much Montana had told her about Ean and I. Montana seemed to notice her little sister.
“Don’t mind her. She would give anything to be in your position. She liked Ean ever since he started dating Crystal but when she found out about you two, she got some crazy idea in her head that Ean likes all younger girls and now she thinks she has a chance with him.”
“I’m only one year younger than her,” Bentlee protested.
“Two years Bent, you’re only twelve,” her older sister scolded.
“Yeah, for only two more days,” she scoffed.
“Besides, you don’t have what it takes up here,” Montana said tapping her head.
I felt almost like a third wheel, but I knew that I was the whole focal point of the conversation. We arrived at their house and I had to shamefully realize that I was surprised at how well off they were. Montana’s appearance didn’t really project well what her house did.
They weren’t overly rich or anything, they were easily at my level. I guess though with Crystal, money would become a little tight. When dad died, he had insurance and workers compensation. That pretty much was putting and going to put Ean and I through college wherever we wanted.
We entered and went straight up to Montana’s room. Bentlee tried following but her sister pushed her back and closed the door.
“Does she know what we’re doing?” I asked embarrassed.
“Yeah, pretty much. But I don’t know why she wants to watch.” Montana got onto the floor and pulled out a box from under her bed. She opened it and pulled out something that almost looked like a weird baby’s rattle in a plastic bag. She pulled it from the bag and handed it to me. “This one is a bulb one or something; my mom has one with a giant bag on it and a long hose. She said this one was easier for beginners. Now we go to the bathroom.”
I followed Montana to her door and out of it as she opened it. Bentlee was almost hugging it. I really didn’t want to be the one holding the thing in my hand as she stared from it to my face. I hurriedly walked into the bathroom before Montana. She shut the door in her sister’s face and turned around to take the thing from me.
“I cleaned it before after I used it, but we should probably do it again.” She headed to the sink with it and turned the water on.”
“When did you use it?” I asked curiously.
“About a year ago,” she said while rubbing it down with soap and water. I stood there uncomfortably not knowing what to do. I watched her filling it up with water, then she handed it to me. “Ok, now I guess you lie in the bathtub and then put it in you. Then you gently squeeze until it’s all gone. You can probably use the bath faucet to fill it up with warm water and do that for a few times until you feel clean. I’ll be outside.”
I looked hard at the douche in my hands unsure of everything. I didn’t want to be alone in my new friend’s bathroom overflowing my vagina with water and spilling it out into her bathtub.
“Why, why did you only do it once?” I asked.
“Well, I looked it up online afterwards and apparently it can cause infections and possibly make you infertile.”
I immediately pushed the object back into her. “No, I’m not doing it then.”
“Calm down. That’s only a possibility if you do it a lot. This is just once. And you’re going to the gynecologist tomorrow so they will be the first to see if anything is wrong with you and fix you up before you even notice anything. It’s better than them finding your brother’s sperm in you.”
“No, I don’t trust myself. The last time I put something inside me on my own, I almost destroyed my insides. The first time I put something in me, I thought I broke my virginity and I did partly.”
“Well, do you want me to call Ean to come over and have him do it for you?”
I was getting scared and it was showing. I never knew putting a penis or even a hairbrush inside me could cause so much pain but it did when I tried on my own. I knew what that thing, that douche, could do if I put it inside me. No way. But I had to do it. That’s what was scaring the daylight from my face.
Montana was just looking at me oblivious of what to do. I had gotten the go ahead from my mom for her to spend the weekend at my house and I knew I could persuade Ean. She knew that too. She would want to help me anyway regardless of that.
“Well,” she started, “I’ve done it before so I have experience. I could do it again maybe, for you.”
My weakened neck sprung up for my eyes to face hers.
“I’ve seen my sister naked before and myself, so it’s nothing new. Just have to push and squeeze something inside you. I’ve done it to myself.”
I really didn’t want what was happening to me but it was the only way. It was a moment where I would put my trust in her to a test. Montana looked pretty uncomfortable with it too. I could so easily strip naked to my own brother as he stared at me emotionless but it was this hard for me to take my pants down in front of a girl friend who was as uncomfortable as me.
“Only, only if you really don’t mind. I don’t want to make you,” I said uneasily.
Montana looked up to me and smiled awkwardly. “I don’t mind. It’s what girl friends are for. Besides, your Ean’s sister; it’ll probably be the closest thing to seeing him down there you’ll ever let me get.”
I didn’t know whether to smile or grin. It didn’t make much sense to me how she figured that. Just because we were related. But it did make me feel special.
“Ok, you have to take you pants and underwear all the way off. Probably your socks too. I can refill it for you in the sink but your feet will still probably get wet when it runs out of you.”
“Can’t we do it on the toilet maybe?”
“Well, I did mine in the bathtub. If you did it on the toilet, I might not feel as confident.”
“Ok, bathtub than.”
Obviously, my shoes and socks were the first to go. Then, I came to my more revealing clothes. I lingered on my belt but soon that was unbuckled. I popped the button on my jeans and shyly unzipped the zipper revealing my panties to Montana.
She noticed me uncomfortably eyeing her I think and turned around. I pushed my thumbs under my panties and slid them down with my pants. I dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them. Montana turned back around and looked.
“Wow,” she said; then catching herself, she blushed.
“What?” I demanded. “Tell me, we’re friends, tell me.” Was there something wrong with me? What surprised her? She said she had seen herself and her sister naked before.
“Well, I just thought you naturally had smaller breasts. I didn’t know you were actually that young.”
I immediately looked down to my vagina. I had pubic hair, not a lot but it was there. I was fourteen though. I had seen the drawings in the health books; I was young compared to them. I pushed my hand over myself covering that region from her view.
“I’m just late, that’s all.” I was so embarrassed. I regretted it all already.
“Don’t be shy. Ean obviously loves you. Any girl in the world would be crazy not to want to be you. You have the Ean gene.”
She was seriously obsessed with my brother. “He’s only my half brother you know.”
“I’ve seen pictures of your dad; I know where it comes from.”
“Can we just hurry up,” I begged as I climbed into the bathtub. Montana walked over to me and got on her knees as I reclined back.
“Ok, just bend your knees a little bit and keep them open. And trust me, young really looks good on you.”
The last thing I wanted to be doing while opening my naked legs to another girl was blush, but Montana had apparently made that her goal. From there, it was mostly silent between us. I was trying my hardest not to panic and Montana was trying her hardest not to mess up.
Slowly, she pressed the tip of the plastic tube into my slit. She fumbled around a bit before pulling it back out.
“What’s wrong,” I choked.
“Nothing, just a little dry.” She reached up and grabbed a bottle of conditioner. Popping open the lid, she squeezed just a little bit onto her fingers. She closed it and set it off to the side. I watched her nervously as she coated the tube with a thin layer of the soap.
She wiped the rest from her fingers on the side of the bathtub and lowered the syringe back down between my legs. Slowly, she eased it in. It was almost gliding in. She turned her head to me and smile. Feeling how smoothly it rolled into me and how well things were going so far, I smiled back.
“Does Ean feel like this?” she asked.
“He’s much bigger, and warmer.” I could feel the base of the plastic syringe push into my slit.
“Here we go,” she said. All of a sudden, I felt myself fill up with warm water. I looked down to Montana’s fingers squeezing the rubber bubble just outside my vagina. I was lost in the feeling.
More and more water poured into me. Then I could feel it starting to pour out of me. The warm liquid ran out of my hole and down my butt crack. I could see a small stream running down to the drain. Montana pressed harder on the bubble and water began almost splashing out of me. I could hear it like a small river falling an inch to the ceramic floor.
I looked up to Montana who was staring intently at my privates. I didn’t know what to think of it. All her focus was on my vagina as it poured free the liquid she squeezed harder and harder into me. I watched her fingers meet as the water ran out of the bulb.
Slowly, she slipped it out of me staring at it. She watched intently as the entire length pulled from my vagina glistening with liquid. The tip popped out from me and she looked over to me looking at her face.
“Sorry,” she blushed, “I just never did it to another girl. Definitely not one as pretty as you.” My face burned in heat from that comment. I didn’t know for what reason though. Had I had my pants and underwear on, I would have taken it very innocently. But I didn’t have those on and I didn’t really know how to take it. “If you’re comfortable now, you can do it and I’ll just wait outside.” She looked truly flushed with embarrassment.
“No,” I said sympathetically with a little bit of curiosity in my voice, “you keep doing it. It’s just so new; I wouldn’t be comfortable by myself.”
“Ok.” She turned around quickly and headed to the sink. I looked down at the stream of liquid still dripping from me down toward the drain. It looked clean. Maybe a little bit of what could have been semen. It might have just been my mind wanting to see it though.
Montana came back and dropped to her knees. Again, she moved the plastic nozzle to my slit. Slowly, she pressed in. I watched her as she tried her best to look casual, not staring to intently at what was happening but not knowing where else to put her eyes. The base of the tube touched my lips and she began squeezing. This time, she started off harder.
The warm water flooded into me again and almost immediately began falling out. Montana began looking more and more uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to do for her. Our positions had switched somehow. I was the one so exposed yet she looked worse off than me. I guess maybe because she was the one right there. Her hand was an inch from my most sensitive flesh and one wrong move could put her in a very awkward situation.
I didn’t know what I would do if she touched me there. I guess I would have just accepted it as an accident. I couldn’t get mad at her. Not after what she was doing for me.
Montana filled it up two more times before we both became so uncomfortable that we agreed it was enough. She handed me a towel and I got up to dry and dress myself as she spent her time cleaning the thing off and out.
Montana opened the door and her little sister almost fell back into her feet. Bentlee had been sitting down with her back leaning against the door.
“Don’t you have a life,” Montana scowled to her.
“I thought you were coming out earlier, why were you in there so long, did you watch her do it or something?”
“Why do you care so much?”
“Did you see any of his stuff come out of her?”
I pushed at Montana to retreat to the privacy of her bedroom. I really did not want to be the subject of that conversation. Bentlee looked up to me beaming. Montana and I hurried into her room ignoring the rest of what she was saying.
As Montana walked over to her bed to put the thing back in its box, I struggled to think of something to say that would take our minds off of what just happened. She pushed the box back under her bed and turned to me.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Bentlee anything about it.” She paused in thought real quick. “So, look around, what do you think I’ll need to bring to our slumber party.”
I smiled at the change of subject and started gazing around the room.
That whole day had ended well enough. I fell asleep that night with some very weird thoughts, but in all, I was very glad it was over and I was cleaned out and ready to face the gynecologist.
The next day at school was as repetitive and tedious as usual. I had my one friend though and that brightened up math class and lunch; although we didn’t really talk much that day. I went home that day to find Ean watching TV. My appointment was in an hour and mom didn’t pick me up for school.
“Maeghan,” Ean called as I tried sneaking back to mom’s room. I was so afraid that he was about to tell me that he was taking me to the appointment.
“What?” I asked a little worried.
“What’s this about a slumber party mom’s telling me I’m in charge of?”
“Umm, I keep forgetting to ask, but, is it alright if my friend and her sister come to stay this weekend? You know, we talked about it before.”
“I never said I was up for it.”
“Please Ean. I’ll do anything.” If he rejected me, Montana and her sister would kill me. I had told them I was taking care of everything, and all they needed to do was pack for it. “I know you’ll like Montana.” That was my trump card but unfortunately I had no idea how to use it right.
I was positive he would like Montana. I didn’t know if he knew that but I suspected he did. I really didn’t want him to like her though. But she was trusting me to keep her away from her aunt’s house.
“I guess I can do it, if you really don’t want the whole weekend alone with me.”
Damn him; making me choose between him and my only other friend.
“Trust me Ean, I’ll make alone time for just us if that’s what you want.” I smiled seductively innocent. He just grinned back.
I saw mom turn the corner down the hallway from her room and come toward me.
“Sorry honey, I lost all track of time.”
“Where you going?” Ean asked curiously as if he felt left out.
“Doctor’s appointment,” I said before mom could say anything.
e.l. hanes

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