Julie was getting a coke from the refrigerator when Candace bolted in through the door from the garage, slamming it behind her. That was unusual because the eleven year-old was always so polite, a "good girl".
All three of Julie's younger sisters, Candace being the oldest of the lot, were "good girls". Although she liked her siblings, Julie bemusedly thought it was some sort of karmic revenge for her being a rebel. At sixteen, Julie had done all kinds of things that had cost her parents some sleep although they didn't even know the half of it.
"What's that about?" Julie teased.
Candace paused, blushing mightily.
"I...uh...have you ever...oh, never mind!"
Candace swiftly left the kitchen. Curious, Julie followed, watching her sister's dark blonde hair bouncing as Candace bounded up the stairs. Sipping her coke, Julie brushed a lock of her hair back. Normally, it was brown but she preferred dying it black. When her mother asked her why she would cover her "beautiful natural color" with black, Julie had shrugged and said it because her mother and father might shave her bald if she dyed it blue. That was the last of the hair coloring conversations.
Julie pondered what to do. Her first decision was to let the matter go, but she was curious as to what got "Miss Perfect" in an uproar. And, if she had to be honest, she didn't like seeing any of her sisters upset like that. With a sigh, she went upstairs and knocked on Candace's door. Hearing her sister's muffled voice with some kind of response, Julie walked in. Candace was sitting on the bed, still red-faced and with her arms crossed tightly in front of her.
"So what's up?" Julie asked casually as she sat next to Candace. "You were about to ask me if I have ever...something. Chances are, I have, but why don't you ask me anyway?"
Candace stared down at her feet for close to a minute before she finally spoke in a trembling voice.
"Have you ever kissed a boy?"
"Hell, yeah," Julie asked. "I've kissed them - and kissed them everywhere, if you know what I mean."
Candace gave her an odd look that clearly meant that she didn't know what Julie meant. Julie sighed and wondered how boring it must be to be an eleven year-old nun like Candace appeared to be. But she didn't say anything so Candace would continue.
"Billy Morley is my friend, Beth's older brother, he's thirteen. He's been saying he's been wanting to kiss me and pestering me for a while. So I finally said he could,"
"Good for you," Julie congratulated her sister. "Did he give you plenty of tongue?"
Candace was mortified.
"Oh no! It was just supposed to be on the lips and...and..."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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