A Girl and Her Twin Brother, Chapter 3

by S. J.

Sydney brought me back to reality later that day. She asked me if I had any tampons? I was shocked since I hadn't even imagined that she was old enough to bleed, but then she did have small breasts. I wasn't in the least disappointed since I prefer pubertal girls to pre-pubertal ones anyway. I asked what brand she used. She said, "Tampax." I used OB's. I wasn't sure my ultra's would work. "Are you a virgin?" I asked, non-chalantly.

"Of course, but I am very tight," was her reply. I could see the blood on her shorts so I realized the need was immediate. It wasn't as if we could go the the bathroom to get something from her mother's supplies.

"Mine are too big for you," I observed. "We'll have to go to the market."

"Let me try one," she pleaded. " I don't want to wait." She added, "I am really flooding."

I was surprised that she spoke in so relaxed a manner to me. Since her mother has left when she and Alfred were 5, her father was the only parent she had. "How did you learn about this stuff?" I inquired.

"Older girls, since Dad wasn't helpful at all," she said with a note of considerable disgust.

"Come with me to my bedroom and we will try one of my tampons."

"Ok."

"Are you going to be embarassed about this?" I inquired.

"No." She looked at me like I was crazy. "We are girls," she stated, matter of factly. I was getting turned on.

I took a tampon from the box and showed it to her. "Look how big it is." Then I asked, "Do you think it will go in?"

"Wow, that thing is huge." Sydney took it in her hand. "I hope so."

"Undress and I will help," I directed.

"Ok." She quickly removed and handed me her bloodied shorts and panties.

After I placed them aside, I told her to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Put it in like this," was my next direction, as I motioned how to hold it during the act of insertion. She spread her legs, separated the sparce labia hairs, opened her vulva, and placed the tip at the entrance. She pushed, and surprisingly it went in quite effortlessly—all the way in. Now I was more than wet.

"Girl, are you really a virgin?" I asked with skepticism. "You are not really tight if you can take my tampon inside that easily."

"Yes, but I stick my fingers up me when I play with myself."

"Wow, I do too." I really didn't very often, but that was a detail she didn't need to know at that point. Then I asked, "Have you ever messed around with a boy?"

"No."

I wondered about her and her brother. Trying to give her a hint about my lesbianism, I replied, "Me neither."