Ongoing Story/Explain to her what the people in the chat room were talking about
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Chapter 11: Teaching Britney
Britney appears in the doorway, her body very still and her muscles tensed as she looks at you with apprehension.
"Britney, your sisters have already explained what they were doing. I've concluded that it's ok, given their age it's natural for them to be interested in such things. As a result, I'm not going to tell Mom," you say. Britney's body relaxes noticeably after you say you're not telling, as she slouches against the wall. It seems as though her worry had drained her.
"However..." you say, "I am a little concerned that you were in here with them. Don't worry, I'm not saying anything about this, either," you say as you notice Britney looking worried again, "I just want to know what's going on."
"Well," Britney says, "It's just that... lately... I've been thinking about boys differently than I used to. It started right after my... you know... boobies started growing." As she says this, she unconsciously looks down at her breasts, which started growing about 2 months ago and look to be at the large end of B-cup, pretty big for a 10 year old.
"I don't know why, I just started noticing that some boys are good-looking, and some aren't, and I started thinking about... well... how they might look naked... I mean, I have some idea, but I'd never actually seen one of them before. I started thinking about sex, which I sort of knew was what happened when a boy puts his... thing... into my... thing. And I have this weird feeling sometimes... lately all the time... in my thing. I just don't know how to get rid of it. When I came in, Megan and Maddie were giggling, and I asked what they were doing, and Megan said they were talking about sex. I asked if I could see, because I thought maybe I could learn about what's going on with me. A lot of the stuff they wrote didn't really make sense, but it made that feeling I told you about a lot stronger. And then when it was really getting bad, you walked in. You told me to leave, and I wanted to say something, but I was just so embarrassed that all I could do was giggle and leave."
"Well," you say, "This certainly does seem like a problem. Not a serious problem, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. And it's certainly a problem that is easily solved."
You sit down on Megan's bed, and gesture to Britney. "Britney, I want you to come over here and sit on my lap for a minute." She happily complies, not stopping for an instant to question her big brother. "Now," you say as she sits down and you put your arm around her, resting it on her young, barely developed ass, "I'm going to explain to you everything that's happening to you."
"Lets start off with terms. First of all, you do not have 'boobies.' They are to be called tits, titties, hooters, your rack, or knockers. If you are around other people, like classmates or teachers, or Mom, you can call them breasts, but I won't tolerate such talk when you're around me." Britney's attention is now focused solely on you, and you see acceptance in her gaze. Ever since your Dad died, you've been an important authority figure to her, as important if not more so than your Mom. This is somewhat true with the twins and Chrissy, who respect you, but Britney practically idolizes you. You could probably tell her the sky is purple and she'd accept it. Which is why you think you can pull off what you're planning to do.
"Moving on, your 'thing' as you call it is not a 'thing'. It is to be referred to as your pussy or as your cunt, preferably as your cunt. Around others you can call it a vagina. A boy's 'thing' is to be referred to as a cock, a dick, a prick, or a tool. Its technical name is penis. And while you're on the subject, when you're talking to me you will refer to your butt as your ass. Is all of this understood?" She nods her head.
Ok, this chapter is getting too long, so it's decision time again
What do you do now?
