1. Bible Belt - Part 1


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    seconds of confusion. “That’s not what I mean. I figure that, y’know, you’re doing it and that’s fine.” “It is?” “Yeah. I mean, sure, we’re not really meant to lust, but better to have a bit of relief than to, y’know, do it. It.” She looked a bit distracted for a few seconds, then focussed again. “And when I find,” she continued, “You know, the one, I was thinking about it...” “Yeah?” I said, completely clueless. This was nothing like Anne. She had a slightly manic look in her eyes—a bit like she did when she was going on about the chastity club, or one of her friends hearing the Word. It was a weird mix of passionate and exhausted—like I said, I found out later that she’d had less than 5 hours sleep in the last 48. I probably could have talked her into pretty much anything if I’d known, but I wasn’t thinking like that. Yet. At that stage, I was just feeling worried about my older sister. “So I was thinking that, y’know, if you...well, y’know.” “Anne, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shook her head, as if trying to get a cobweb out of her hair, or a voice out of her ear. “I was wondering if I could watch you...y’know. If I could watch you.” “Watch me what?” She sighed, exasperated. I sort of knew what she was talking about, but didn’t want to say it in case I was wrong. “Watch you...y’know. *Masturbate*.” “Anne!” I was genuinely shocked. I’d never heard her use such language. I don’t even know if she’d ever used such language before. It certainly didn’t roll off ...
    her tongue. The manic look was back in her eyes again. One of her hands was fiddling with the cross she wore around her neck, and she swallowed nervously before she replied. “I just want to watch. Y’know, so I can learn. I want to see what it looks like.” “Anne, is this some kind of weird joke? Is this revenge for the other day in the hall?” She unfocussed for a few seconds, then snapped back. “No! I...please, Brodie?” I dunno what I expected. She was never good at arguing, and she’d never really had to do much to convince people to do what she wanted. Even mom was putty in her hands. She had that sort of aura around her—like God had picked her out for something special, like she was somehow better than other people. Maybe that’s what she thought too, and that’s why she never really tried that hard. If something was meant to be, it would happen, and if it wasn’t going to happen, it wasn’t meant to be so she wouldn’t try too hard. Knowing that the person asking you to do something will get it done whether you help or not should make you less interested, but for some reason it doesn’t. Anyway, it worked on me. It was one of the weirdest moments of my life—my hyper-Christian, sex-before-marriage-is-as-bad-as-murder, so virginial she made Mary look like a slut...my confident, gorgeous older sister had just asked me to masturbate in front of her, and she even sounded nervous about it. But it was too weird for me to even notice how weird it was—I was focussed on what was happening, ...
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