Russ's Sex Education

RUSS:


My initiation into sexual knowledge was thrust on me, literally. My parents were excited, especially Dad. Uncle Walt was coming from Los Angeles for a month long visit. Dad hadn't seen his older brother for five years, and since they had been close all through their school years, he was looking forward to seeing Walt again. I had mixed emotions. Uncle Walt had twin girls, Laura and Lisa. The last time I saw them, they were eight and I was five. They had made my life miserable the entire time they visited.
I remember that they broke my train and bent the wheels on my pedal tractor. Both of them tried to ride it at the same time and were too heavy. They also delighted in embarrassing me in front of my parents and other cousins by getting me to say silly things. I told Dad that I didn't want them around, but he said things would be different now that they were grown young ladies. Besides, now that I was ten, I could handle a couple of California girls.
The minute they arrived I realized that although they had grown into pretty young ladies just like Dad had predicted, nothing else had changed. They were still as smart mouthed as before. From the first words out of their mouths, I knew the next month wasn't going to be fun. Lisa and Laura looked me over for a second, then Lisa whispered to Lisa and they both started laughing. When I asked them what was so funny, they said that a Midwest hayseed couldn't possibly understand West Coast girls and strutted away.
The term hayseed infuriated me! Just because we lived in a town of seven thousand instead of a city of three million, didn't mean we weren't aware of what went on in the world. When I told Dad about it, he just laughed and told me to forget their taunts. If I didn't let on like it bothered me, they would get tired and stop. Well, they didn't! They worked overtime to make life miserable for me.
They especially delighted in making comments in front of my friends, then laughing when my face turned red. One day they were teasing me in front of my friends and said that I had the littlest pecker they had ever seen. Everyone laughed when I yelled.
"How would you know, you never saw a pecker in your life, and you sure never saw mine, and if you live to be two hundred and fifty years old, you never will!" The twins looked at each other with a smile and strutted off in their superior walk.
One morning, the girls asked if this hick town had a swimming pool. Dad, who was likewise beginning to tire of their superior attitude, told them that indeed we did have a swimming pool. In fact it was an Olympic size pool that was the envy of that part of Texas! However, if they wanted to swim without having to stand in line, he had a better place. Dad had bought some land, which he intended to develop sometime in the future when the town began to grow. As well as being heavily wooded, it had a clear pool of water surrounded by a sandy beach like shore. Since there was no way he could protect town kids from drowning in the pool, he had built a tall fence around the pool and a put lock on the gate.
We frequently went there to swim with friends, but I was forbidden to go there alone. After we took Uncle Walt and the twins there the first time, they insisted that they wanted to go back every day. Uncle Walt and Aunt Lois told Dad that the twins were both certified lifesavers, and it would be quite safe for them to go with me to the pool. Dad agreed and gave me the key, but left strict instructions that only the twins and I were to go there, no one else could go with us because he didn't want the responsibility for their safety.
I wasn't too excited about going, but Dad was insistent that I was to treat the girls like the guests they were. After all, they were just teasing, and a few words couldn't really hurt me anyway. We headed out right after lunch on Monday. I was wearing swimming trunks under my blue jeans, and carried a duffel bag for the towels and drinks. Dad had borrowed bikes for the twins, so as soon as we finished lunch, the girls began taunting me to get moving. They would show me how to swim.
What they didn't know was that while they may be lifesavers, I was the fastest swimmer in our school, and had already gained the attention of the Jr. High School coach. He had volunteered to teach me some techniques and said I had a very promising style. I shed my clothes as soon as we arrived at the pool. Seconds later I had jumped into the pool and began paddling around as if I could barely swim. The twins started laughing, saying a fat old walrus could swim better than I could. They began shedding their clothes, revealing the tiniest little bikini swimsuits I could imagine. I was fascinated by the little string ties behind their necks that held up the tops. As I stared at them, Laura began taunting me again.
"What's the matter Rusty, haven't you ever seen tits before?"
I turned beet red and dived to the bottom of the pool. When I came up, both girls were in the pool showing off. They were fairly good, but not as good as I. I took care not to let them know how well I could swim, and just splashed around as if I didn't know what I was doing. They swam around me, trying to outdo one another planting in my mind that California girls could do everything better than a Texas boy. Every time I came to the surface, one of them dunked my head under water or splashed me in the face. Each time I spluttered and yelled as if it really bothered me.
Before long they tired of the little game and began swimming across the pond. I continued splashing around managing to dart into their path as they moved across the water. I had developed a plan and wanted them to get used to me being in their way and bumping into me. At last I had my chance. They were close to the shallow end of the pond swimming side by side. I shot up between them, banging them really hard. At the same time, I got my hands on the loose end of the tie strings of the bikini tops. In an instant I was out of the pond telling them that they felt like a walrus themselves.
They launched themselves out of the pond and rushed at me. I taunted them in my most petulant voice as I trotted backwards away from them. Neither realized that their bikini tops were hanging around their waists, leaving them totally bare from the waist up. The twin birthmarks on the lower side of Laura?s right titty and Lisa?s left titty fascinated me. I wanted to stop and stare, but they were after me with real fury on their faces. It wasn't until I yelled my triumphant insult that they stopped.
"Now I've seen tits!"
Laura