chair real still and quiet, like she was afraid someone was going to notice her. Dad just sat there, smiling, and looking at the Principal. The Principal finally looked away and said 'I don't take kindly to threats, Mr. Marshall.'
Dad answered him by saying 'And I don't take kindly to bullshit, Mr. Swan -' which is exactly what you've been trying to shovel at me since I got here. If this dipstick' -' Dad gestured toward Miss Hampton -' 'had done her job, and you were doing yours, this entire situation would never have come up. But it has, and I'm not going to let you two incompetents push payment for your mistakes off onto Daniel. You screwed up, so it's only right that you pay the price, not him. I expect the other kid has already learned his lesson.'
Several seconds went by before the Principal finally said 'Very well, then. Considering the circumstances, I think we can forego punishing Daniel for what happened today. But if he gets into any more fights, I can't say that I'll be as tolerant next time.'
'If he gets into another fight and you've got reasonable proof that Daniel was at fault, I won't have any problem with that. But if you don't -' 'Yes, well, there's no reason to get upset about something that hasn't happened, is there? Miss Hampton, would you like to return to your classroom with Daniel now?' She just nodded her head, and quickly stood up. I knew I was going back to class with her, so I stood up, too. But before we left, I turned to Dad and said 'I'm sorry for making trouble, Dad.'
He looked at me for a second before he told me 'Son, you didn't make trouble -' you just showed me where some trouble already was. You're not going to be punished for what happened today -' here, or at home. I told you that I don't want you to fight, and I mean it. But if someone else is doing things to you, and the adults around you won't help, I'm not going to let you be punished for protecting yourself, either. You did everything you know you're supposed to, and it isn't your fault if other people aren't doing the things they're supposed to.' After that, Miss Hampton and I went back to class. I don't know how much longer Dad stayed in the Principals office; but after that, I remember that all of the teachers were real enthusiastic about watching out for kids hitting and picking on each other, and that a few kids got suspended during the rest of the year for bullying.
While we were growing up, besides each other, Sis and I both saw Mom and Dad and the others naked at different times. And like I said before, all of them were perfectly willing to answer our questions; so Sis and I pretty much grew up figuring that there wasn't anything mysterious or 'dirty' about naked people. As part of that, we also grew up learning about sex and love -' and the difference between them. Mom and Dad were the ones that told me and Sis about what would be happening to us, and our bodies, well before puberty hit either of us. I doubt anyone reading this will be surprised that at one point we were discovered comparing parts (or lack thereof). Mom and Dad didn't get upset with us; they just made sure that neither of us was forcing the other, and told us to be careful. Naturally enough, there came the point (roughly midway between our 12th and 13th birthdays) that I discovered just how much pleasure I could give myself when I had my first climax. That singularly memorable event was soon followed by a number of repeats. I didn't figure anyone else knew, but it was several days later when Dad and Mom sat me and Sis down for a little talk. They started off by saying they figured we were old enough that we had realized just how good touching ourselves could be, and that they didn't think there was anything wrong with doing that. Then they went on to say that not everybody agreed with them, so that our masturbation wasn't something that we should be talking about to just anybody. Finally, they told us that while they knew that masturbating and making ourselves feel good that way wasn't wrong, it wasn't something that we should do too much.
I hesitantly asked how much was 'too much', and Dad just smiled and answered 'If it starts to hurt, or it's all you want to do, that's too much'. When the conversation was over, Mom and Dad reminded us that they were going out for a little while, and wouldn't be home until later. Sis and I both told them we'd be fine; I was glad when she came into my room after they were gone -' I knew that she wanted to talk to me about what they'd said as much as I wanted to talk to her. It was years later before I figured out that they'd likely gone out just so Sis and I could talk about what they'd just said – The first thing she said was to ask me
'Do you know what that was all about?' I hesitated a bit too long, and she quickly demanded 'Come on, Danny! Tell me what's going on!' I finally told her 'About a week ago, I was, you know, touching myself, and it started feeling better and better. I kept doing it, and the next thing I knew, I had a, uh, a climax. It felt really great, and I've done it some more times since then. I guess Mom or Dad figured it out'. It never occurred to me at the time that it was a pretty fair bet that the stained and somewhat crusty clothing that I used to wipe myself off afterwards would be noticed when laundry was done. Sis just sat there looking at me for a little bit, not understanding what I was talking about -' at least, not really. Sure, we'd been told about all this stuff -' but there's one BIG difference between hearing about it, and actually experiencing it. Heck, it wasn't until after I'd done it a few times that I made the connection between the 'climax' or 'orgasm' that I'd heard about, and what had happened. When she finally mostly understood what I'd meant, she exclaimed 'You did? Really? What was it like? What happened? Can you do it any time you want? Why didn't you tell me? I've been touching myself more and more, too -' but I haven't had THAT happen, yet!' When Sis finally stopped to take a breath, I managed to tell her 'Yeah, I did -' really. I can't say what it was like, just like Mom and Dad told us they couldn't describe it. Yeah, I can do it almost any time I want. I didn't say anything about it for a couple of reasons: first, because I was still learning about it; and second because you haven't talked to ME about stuff like that, much, either.' She had the decency to look a little embarrassed about that last part. Growing up, the two of us had been about as open with each other about things as two people could be -' I'd proudly shown her when I started growing pubic hair, and she'd been just as happy to show me the first faint swelling of her nipples when she started developing breasts.
But somehow, somewhere along the way, that kind of sharing of information had decreased dramatically. It wasn't all her fault, of course; but when she'd demanded to know why I was keeping things from her, I'd figured it was appropriate to remind her that she hadn't been real forthcoming, either. Looking a little shame-faced, Sis told me 'I guess neither one of us has been talking much, have we?' 'No, not really. I miss it, sometimes.' 'Me, too', she replied, earnestly. The two of us sat there in silence for a few seconds before she hesitantly asked me 'Uh, Danny? If I, uh, if I let you look at me, and watch while I do that, would you let me look at you, and watch you?' Since she was one of the girls that I thought about -' actually, the one I thought about the most, since I already had an idea of what she looked like -' the idea of being able to get myself off while actually looking at her was all I needed to answer 'Sure, Sis'.
Before I could ask her when she wanted to, or anything else, she stood up and started unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. In a matter of just a couple of minutes, she was standing there nude -' unashamed, but visibly nervous as the look she gave me invited me to really look at her. And look, I did. At the straight black hair on her head that she kept trimmed to just past her shoulders, to the light brown eyes and facial structure she got from Mom. Farther down, I was pleased and surprised to see that her bust had developed more than I'd thought from seeing her in clothes: though still small because she wasn't done growing yet, her breasts were still full for her size, and capped with light brown areolas that were about the size of a quarter. From the center of each, her dime- diameter nipples extended slightly -' though as I looked at them, I could see them getting longer. The rest of her body was on the slender side of medium: there was a graceful curve to her waist and hips; her legs were long, trim, and gently curved. At the juncture of her lower belly and thighs, I could see the small dark wedge of her pubic hair. It wasn't very big, but even from where I was sitting, I could see that it was thicker than I would have thought -' though not so thick that I couldn't see the cleft of her sex, underneath it -' and obviously soft. When I looked into her eyes again, she smiled and turned around so that I could have a look at her from the back, too. There weren't the distractions that the front of her had, and it didn't take me long to decide that she had a particularly nice- looking ass: small, obviously firm globes that I decided I could be content to sit and look at for hours at a time.
I was still delighting in the sight of it when she turned around again.
When she looked at me, I simply told her 'You look great, Sis!' Looking both relieved and pleased, she told me 'Thanks, Danny. I've actually been a little worried about how I look, even after everything Mom and Dad and all the others have done to tell and show us that I don't have to. But you've never, ever lied to me; so if you tell me I look good, then I know that it's okay.' 'Honest -' you've got nothing to worry about, or be ashamed of!' I assured her, making her smile. Then it was time for me to stand up and get naked, too. While we'd been growing up, Sis and I had reached a kind of modus vivendi for the dares and deals we had with each other: if it was anything 'multi-part', then we'd 'leapfrog' in the doing of it. If there had been, say, 5 things involved, one of us would have done A. The other one would do A and B, then the first one would do B and C, followed by the second doing C and D, and so on. In this case, the deal was that both of us would let the other one look at us naked and watch us masturbate. Since
