Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2008 17:45:58 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Mandy the Missionary Girl- Chapter 3

If you have read the first 2 chapters of this story then you are by now
aware that sex play is very likely to occur between minor siblings. (And
of course another fairly good hint is where this story is posted.) But in
spite of that I guess I should warn you not to read this if you don't
want to (sheesh!) or if it is illegal for you to do so. (And DUH!.)

So now that all THAT'S taken care of---


                   Mandy the Missionary Girl
                           chapter 3


I'd like to tell you a very short story. And the only reason I'm doing
this is to try to make you understand just how ignorant of sex I was at
the time. About a month before on a Sunday afternoon I was just walking
around by myself thinking. Over at Brother and Sister Preston's. Because
on Sunday afternoons my father made his pastorial visits. Along with my
mom. And Mandy and I would almost always be with them as well. So anyway,
I was just walking around when all at once this question popped into my
head. "Where DO babies come from?" I'd never wondered about that before.
Or maybe I HAD briefly, but then I was a lot more interested in snakes
and bugs and astronomy. There were all SORTS of things I was more
interested in at that age, but all at once I was sort of curious about
this as well. I was nothing if not inquisitive. So I just walked up on
the front porch where they were visiting and after Brother Preston asked
how life was treating me and if I was staying out of trouble I looked
over at my father and said, "But I got a question I want to ask."

So he said cheerfully, "Oh? Well ask away."

"Well, I was just thinking is all, so... well, where DO babies come
from?" Which I now realize is not your typical Sunday afternoon
visitation kind of question. But I didn't know that then. To me it was no
different than asking if there were any water moccasins around the pond
or something.

Yeah well, in case you're wondering about how that worked out, I didn't
get a whipping over it. So give him at least a little credit. But of
course I also didn't get an answer beyond right then was not to place to
talk about it, he'd explain when I was ready. And he seemed to be kind of
embarrassed, so I shrugged and said OK and went back to walking around
wondering exactly what the big deal was.

(And I don't even want to talk about when he finally DID get around to
why we have to have sex talk. Except to say that the way he explained
things, I had to think that to him sex ranked right up there with
elimination. It wasn't the highlight of my life. Especially
considering... well, I don't want to talk about it, OK?)

But at eleven I really WAS interested in knowing what girls looked like
naked. I'd been interested in that since around age eight. Or possibly
even longer, but at eight I'd first started looking through our
encylopedia set. So there WERE some pictures of uncivilized foreign
ladies without their tops on, but they were always wearing something down
there. And then there were some paintings and statues of COMPLETELY naked
ladies, but there wasn't anything down THERE. Nothing. Which didn't make
any sense. Where did they pee from? And HOW?

Well, look at this way. At least I didn't decide to go with the long
version of this story.

So to briefly summarize, at age 11 I was pretty sure girls had SOMETHING
down there, but I had no idea what it looked like. Which is why I woke up
early Saturday morning looking like it was Christmas day. I would've
gotten up, but I was afraid I might look suspicious. "Well you're up
awfully early. What are you so happy about?"

Nope. That wouldn't do. It was agonizing. Almost an hour and a half of
worrying about things. Like maybe mom didn't have to work that day. Even
though she was almost certain she'd be working Saturdays till almost
Christmas. (My father always worked Saturdays. Except for one time when
the mill ran out of something.) Mabye there would be something they
wanted Mandy to do that day. Or they'd think up something for ME to do.
Or Mandy at the very last minute would change her mind. Or... Expect the
worse and maybe it'll work out a little better than that. And at least it
kept me from playing around with it that morning.

Somehow that morning at breakfast I managed to look normal. Which usually
was sleepy, so I even yawned a couple of times. Mandy seemed cheerful,
but then she almost always was in the morning. She was a morning person
and I wasn't. But FINALLY after telling us to stay out of trouble, mom
and dad went out to the car, got in, dad started it up (and I was almost
praying at that point, this was NOT the time for car trouble) and drove
away. (!!!!) YES! YES!!! (And you the reader by now might be thinking
along those same lines. So I'm sorry, but I had to explain the way things
were, OK?)

Hurriedly, nervously, silently we finished with the dishes. I looked over
at her. "So are... you... areyou-?"

"Soon as I get the bag with my stuff, all right?"

And I thought, "Oh boy." Right. Without an exclamation point. Because for
a few seconds I almost felt... well, I'm not sure WHAT I felt like. It
was almost a sinking feeling. No, that wasn't it, it was more like...
stage fright. In a way it was. That and some other feelings I'll not
waste time trying to explain because I really can't to this day. But I DO
know I was trembling. I could FEEL myself shaking.

Mandy came back down with a grocery bag and handed it to me. "You just go
on ahead now and put this in the barn and get Nicky and I'll be there in
ten or fifteen minutes, all right?"

I started to take a look inside the bag. "And don't LOOK in there, just
take it with you, OK?"

A bit calmer, I shrugged and said OK, we'd be waiting. And out the back
door I went. Silly girl. There was no WAY I wasn't going to look inside
that bag. And just out of sight from the house I did. And there they
were, right on top of her dress. Her bra and her panties. Her PANTIES! Oh
MA-AN, she was going to DO it! REALLY!

Then I took off running feeling much better as now it was all her idea.
Which it mostly was you know.

Only about half way there I came to a screeching halt when I suddenly
remembered that I'd forgotten my loin cloth. Started to go back, but then
decided against it. I just forgot it that's all. And I started walking
hurriedly talking to myself and occasionally shaking my head in
exasperation. I was practicing for what I was going to say to Nicky.
"Well, I just forgot it, OK?" "And it don't matter because she's already
seen me." "No really, I FORGOT!" That sort of thing. And I also decided
the best idea would be for me to place the bag in the barn out of sight
before getting him. Him seeing her panties in that bag might not be a
good idea. They might end up gone.

He was sitting on his front steps. Looking a little nervous. "So is she
coming?"

"Yeah" I said all out of breath, "she'll be here in about five ten
minutes so let's hurry up and get hid."

Looked like he was having a bit of stage fright or whatEVER it was
himself, but he reluctantly started walking with me towards the barn. "So
she really isn't going to have anything on but just her dress?"

"That's what she said, so I guess" then I quickly added, "which is all
right because I forgot my loin cloth."

He stopped dead in his tracks. "So what are you going to be wearing
then?"

"Nothing" I said brightly, "and it don't matter because she's already
seen me naked anyway." And I was almost praying again. Silently. "Please
don't chicken out, please don't chicken out, please don't-"

Nicky shrugged. "Well, it's your funeral, but I'M still wearing my loin
cloth." YES! And "thank you" I thought to myself without getting into the
specifics of exactly what it was I saying thanks for...

And for that matter I also wasn't getting into a theological discussion
with myself about how whoEVER my almost prayer was directed to would
already KNOW what I was almost praying for. Except that almost praying
was about like crossing your fingers for good luck, so it didn't really
count. Except that it worked.

Hurriedly we climbed up into the loft and started undressing. When Nicky
pulled his undershorts off I thought for a minute he'd changed his mind,
but no, he studiously fastened his belt around his waist and then made
the nessesary adjustments on his loin cloth. Then he looked at me
incredulously. "You're really going to be like that." (Because it came
out as a statement, see. I'm just explaining why I didn't use a question
mark, OK?)

But right. I should move on. And explain that I was naked at that point.
With my penis straight up in the air. I might have been nervous as all
get out, but IT was EXCITED.

I just shrugged wryly though. "Well, I can't help it. I'm just thinking
about Mandy, that's all. What we're going to do to her. It's gonna be
great!"

"Well shit" said Nicky, "if you're gonna go like that then I guess I
might as well too" and zip, his loin cloth went fluttering away. Just
like that. Then we started giggling and hyperventilating. We crouched
behind a hay bale and waited. Peering out in the distance like Indians on
the warpath waiting for the wagon train to appear.

"It didn't matter anyway" he added, "because with it sticking out like it
is it wasn't going to hide much." Which was a good point, I'd already
noticed that. His stuck mostly straight out, just slightly above
horizontal. Which resulted in about a three inch gap. So no, that loin
cloth wasn't going to hide too much.

"Yeah, no shit" I managed. Yeah, I KNOW. We should be moving on. But that
"shit" was my very first cuss word ever said out loud. So it was an
important milestone and I don't think Nicky even noticed.

So we waited. And we waited. It probably wasn't really all that long, but
it was long enough to wilt our noodles. THEN... here she came! Just
walking nonchalantly along humming to herself. "Onward Christian
Soldiers" as it turned out.

Oops. I got ahead of myself. Only slightly, but still let's back up to
"here she came". Because that's where our eyes bugged out and we started
breathing real shallow like. And while our penises might have remained
fairly limp had she been dressed as expected, when we saw that she wasn't
WEARING her dress, they just went right back up. Quick. Her dress was
casually slung over her shoulder. And all she had on (apparently) was a
night gown. (So YOU got ahead of me, didn't you? But we're in good shape,
so don't worry about it. Trust me on this.)

I REMEMBERED that gown. A pink short-sleeved cotton gown that HAD come
down to about her knees at 11, but now that she was shooting up like a
weed it only came about halfway down that far. To her knees I mean. I
squeaked "Oh my..."

"GOD!" Nicky finished for me.

"Yeah" I added shakily.

But anyway, she just strolled right on into the barn, walked up to the
ladder and started climbing. Humming "Onward Christian Soldiers". Imagine
that. Well, it's kind of a catchy tune. But she didn't just charge up the
ladder as fast as she could go, no, instead she climbed deliberately,
step by step. Step by step by step. Oh it brought back some recent
memories all right. And our eyes were still big as saucers. Had to be.

And time OUT! Just in case. "Onward Christian Soldiers" was written by
Sabine Baring-Gould in 1871. A parson in The Church of England, who also
authored "The Book of Were-Wolves". He did a LOT of research into
were-wolves and shape shifting and... betcha didn't know that did you?
Well now you do. And if you play that sucker backwards it sounds weird.
Really!

Sometimes ex-fundamentalists have ghosts? So I just exorcised that
sucker, that's all. Hope you feel better now. I know I sure do.

Now where WAS I?

Oh right. And then she was IN the loft. Where we were. And she looked
around. And didn't see any naked headhunters. Because we sort of froze I
guess. Got stage fright. And ducked down real quick.

But bless her heart, she didn't give up. (She probably heard us anyway.
So she knew EXACTLY where we were.) So she didn't say, "Oh well, I don't
guess anybody's here then" and go back down. Since after all, she wasn't
SUPPOSED to know anybody was up there, now was she?

Mandy looked down and spotted Nicky's discarded loin cloth. "Hmmm, what's
this?" and she picked it up. "Looks like a loin cloth or something.
Wonder who it belongs to? ... Oh well, no use worrying about it now" and
with that it went fluttering down to the ground below. And Nicky gasped
and quickly cinched his belt a little tighter around his waist. Like
that's really going to help. (I guess it was an instinctive move on his
part. I'm pretty sure of it.)

Mandy continued slowly walking around looking for any sign of
civilization. She spotted a stick. And bent over to pick it up. Which
caused her gown to ride up a bit in back. And also caused two spontaneous
sharp intakes of breath amongst the headhunters as her back was to us.
All we saw was her thighs, but that would be her UPPER thighs and if that
gown were to ride up just a little MORE... we might faint dead away. I
sure hoped not though. I was thinking, "Bend over again Mandy, PLEASE!"

She straightened up (DRAT!) examined the stick, shrugged and tossed it
aside with no comment. She appeared to be deep in thought. Then she
said.. (and believe me, we headhunters were hanging onto every word)..
and then she said, "Oh my goodness! I've lost one of my contacts!" and
with THAT she got down on her hands and knees (facing away from us) gave
the hem of her gown a little upward flip and started earnestly looking
hither and yon for her lost contact. (And by the way, she didn't wear
contacts.) But about that little upward flip of her gown. That little
flip resulted in her gown being up just below her waist. (??!!!!!!) Or
something like that, because true to her word, she didn't have any
PANTIES on. Oh MY... and she was crawling around on the floor! On her
hands and knees!! Why she even pushed her gown up a little FURTHER!!
"DAMN!" I thought, "I wish I'd brought the binoculars!"

Yeah well, that's just one of the first thoughts I had. It's hard to
think straight when you're hyperventilating like that, because we were
SUPPOSED to be getting around to capturing her, remember? I know YOU
remember, but at first I'd forgotten about it. No, I was just transfixed
by her bare butt. Which really wasn't all that dissimilar to mine or
Nicky's, except it was a GIRL butt. MANDY'S butt. And... no wait! There
WAS a difference! (Which came into view when then wanton missionary girl
got even closer to the floor. (Where IS that contact?) So... her knees
were further apart. And THAT was my first sighting of a girl's thing.
Even if I wasn't real sure at first WHAT it was, but it was different.
And awfully interesting. Looked like a big slit or something. "So THAT'S
where she peed from! Man! Girls must have a LOT of it!" I thought. (And I
was still fretting about those damn binoculars. I swear, sometimes I
didn't have the common sense God gave a billy goat.)

Nicky never seemed to have all that much either, but right then he had
more than me, because all at once he came into my field of vision.
Stealthfully sneaking up on my SISTER! (My sister's bare butt.) I'd never
even noticed him leaving.

Although at least that finally pushed me into motion. It was like I
couldn't even feel my feet or anything, but I knew one thing, I wanted to
reach Mandy's butt before he did. So there I went. "Oh no you're not!" I
yelled, "Not till I-"

Mandy's head jerked up and she looked back and said, "Eeek!" Or
something, then she dropped to the floor. In a prone position. With her
gown still up above her waist although she closed her legs. And she
appeared to have come down with a case of palsy. But aside from that she
just lay there. Stoically awaiting her fate like the poor lost missionary
girl she was. Martyrdom can really be a lot of fun as long as you don't
get carried away.

Nicky glanced back at me. "Well hurry up before she gets away!

"I thought you were going to have something on" said Mandy in a muffled
and somewhat tremulous tone of voice.

"I forgot it" I said hurriedly. By then both of us headhunters were
standing over her. Then almost reverently we knelt beside the poor
missionary girl, one on each side of her bare butt. And we gazed at it
with what can only be described as rapt admiration. Wonder. Unbridled
lust. Mixed in with a lot of heavy breathing I guess. Wheezing?

"We'll do it at the same time" said Nicky and with that, his trembling
hand slowly began it's descent.

"OK" I squeaked.

"Oh no! What are you going to DO?" quavered Mandy in a still muffled tone
of voice.

Nicky ad-libbed, "White missionary lady must pay!"

And Mandy went, "But-" and then she jerked. Flinched. Whatever it is you
do when two sweaty hands come to rest on your bare bottom. Then she
exclaimed, "Oh my stars!" But she just laid there stoically, apparently
resigned to her fate. Which was very nice of her.

Oh, it was GLORIOUS! Our first feel of a girl's bare behind! If you think
about it, it probably felt pretty much like our own behinds, but you know
how it is, this was Mandy! And she's just letting us rub on her butt!

And really, for a minute or so that's all we DID do, just rubbed and
squeezed on her butt. Because it felt very nice. Nicky did try once or
twice to pull her legs open a bit more, because he'd also seen that thing
between her legs (it was pretty hard to miss) but for a little bit she
returned to being a proper missionary girl and resisted.

"So I guess we're going to have to torture her" I managed.

"What?" and with that Mandy twisted and sat up, just like that. That girl
was stronger than she looked! But her gown was still gathered up at her
waist. And THERE IT WAS! Her treasure. That thing between her legs. Our
mouths dropped open and our eyes bugged out. Right. Again.

Mandy glanced down at herself, giggled and said, "Oh dear!" But she made
no move to make herself any less presentable.

It looked like two big puffy lips. And there were some little brown hairs
growing down there. Probably not more than ten or so (I never got around
to counting them, but there weren't all that many.) And then once again
there was that slit. By definition I think all lips have an opening in
between, but we hadn't ever SEEN one. I don't think there was any place
in the county that sold magazines with naked ladies, Nicky's father
didn't subscribe to any and you know good and well my father sure didn't,
so no, we hadn't. Well, there sure was a lot more down there than just a
blank space, that much was for sure!

"WOW!" I said almost reverently. Like I'd just found the Holy Grail.
"WOW!"

Nicky? Something like, "Can... can... can we.. you know, can-"

"Now lets see what we have here" interrupted Mandy and with that, her
right hand wrapped itself around my erection and her left around Nicky's.
Just like THAT! And we were quite startled and forgot all about being
headhunters. As though we hadn't already. But yes, we were QUITE
startled. In fact it sort of looked like now she'd captured US!

"Well, I don't know which one I like the best" she finally commented.
"They sort of look the same, but they're a little different. ... But then
girls are like that too. Did you know that?"

Nooo, we didn't know that. About girls. We didn't know much of ANYthing
about girls. So tell us more. There is much you can teach us, missionary
girl. Yep, she'd captured us all right. And it was tickling down there
too. You think?

"How come your balls sort of hang down and Seth's don't all that much?"
she asked Nicky.

He shrugged. Sort of. "I dunno, they just do I guess. And I was thinking,
"Who told her about balls?"

Oh, and I also thought, "What, she likes his more than mine? Or is it-
Hey WAIT a minute!" and with that I jumped up, startling everybody. And
of course my stiff penis slapped up and then back down. BOING! BOING...
like that. Sort of.

The missionary girl giggled. She could find more things to GIGGLE about-
"I wonder if Nicky's does that?" and with that she pushed down and let it
go. And yeah his did that too. BOING- except not quite as much. So maybe
now she liked mine more than his for a change.

But anyway. Back to that "Hey WAIT a minute!" thought of mine. Much as I
liked her playing around with it, I was a little put off by her comparing
it to Nicky's. I mean what WAS this, some kind of science fair project or
something? And that's when I remembered that WE were supposed to see HER.
Naked. Completely. Otherwise, it just wasn't fair. And so I said, "Hey
Nicky! Let's get that gown off her, OK?"

And sooo... we did. And Mandy didn't resist. We'd already seen her pussy
anyway, so really... and so docile as could be she raised her arms and
off it went. Just like that. Her boobs really weren't that big, but they
were boobs all the same. And they looked very interesting. We were going
to have a very interesting time here, no doubt about it. But THEN-

"What in the WORLD is going ON up here?" exclaimed someone right behind
us. And us headhunters jumped about a FOOT! Maybe even more than that.

"Oh hi Julie" said Mandy cheerfully.

to be continued.


Well, I guess so! About all I've managed so far is just to get
everybody's clothes off. Except for Julie's I guess. JULIE???? Have we
been set up? (We headhunters.) Well, HAVE we? Obviously we have been
mislead. JULIE wasn't supposed to... Never trust a girl who doesn't wear
panties. NEVER!

But fundamentalist children don't just jump right into the biggie anyway.
Most of them need to explore things first. And there's so MUCH to
explore. So please be patient with them. They're doing the best they can.
(As am I.)

But anyway. We've at least disposed of most of the clothing. And you must
admit that this is an important step. And I sincerely hope you enjoyed
the process. And I also hope your anticipation remains high.

Or tented. Or whatEVER.

And of course comments are still welcome and looked forward to. Almost
all of them. And thank you for reading my story.



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