The rumour mill gets another one right

*** Since it is my birthday this week I am putting in this blog in which I come out feeling really good about myself and looking really good to others as well. The reader will know I am not as conceited as this blog by itself might make me seem. ***


From October 2008....

There was a conversation, before the Hallowe'en party, that I was told about. I was not in on it-- but it was about me, and especially about my sister, and part of it got back to me. I am sure I will never hear about all of it. But I heard what I did hear through very reliable sources and since it says something about me, and about my sister, I will relate what I know of it.

Anna, Josie, and Chris were all having lunch or tea somewhere and Chris happened to mention she had been over to see me that time I was sunning and showed up on the back step of my house in time to see me coming up from the yard. And I was wearing panties. And that was all. And Chris said she thought it was incredibly cute, both because it was kind of brave and also kind of innocent, like it didn't mean anything except that I was comfortable and happy. Basically she had got out of it what I hoped she would.

Someone else, probably Anna, who's just ladylike enough to be modest, said, 'But if you could hang around in your underwear all day long, wouldn't you?'

And then Josie, who's outspoken enough, said, 'Oh, I already do.' And everyone laughed, you know.

Anna would have admitted that she knew Josie does. We've all heard about that too.

Not a long stretch of logic after this they got into the subject of being naked also, which none of them were against in itself, though they admitted they never really had the chance to do it as much as we do here. And then Josie mentioned that my sister Jessy had admitted masturbating. Now I know Jessy is naive and I'm sure she trusted her friends, but this is why a lady doesn't mention things like this, even if they are true and she intends to be honest, as Jessy does. The whole purpose of this conversation was to evaluate Jessy's claim that there's nothing wrong with it. Josie admitted that she does it. Anna blushed-- meaning she does or has at least thought about it. Chris said she was embarrassed to admit it, but that is an admission in itself. And finally pretty Paulette, who was there too, spoke up and wondered why it had to be such an embarrassing subject. She said, 'After all, it's natural. It's a way to learn about yourself. And it solves the problem in a safe way.'

They all agreed with that, calling it 'safe sex' and admitting 'it could be worse.' I really think they admired Jessy for it. Well, who wouldn't?

I heard that some time in this conversation Paulette also said something like, 'Lounging round in your underwear or even less, indulging yourself as much as you want? --I'd do that all the time if I could.' And people laughed, you know, hiding their embarrassment by laughing at someone else.


That was what I was told about this. I won't say by whom. But later in the month Becky and I were strolling out of the building together and she mentioned she had heard 'an awful rumour' about me. Naturally I asked and she said, 'Well, someone said you're always naked in your house.'

I laughed out loud. 'Well hardly always!' I said.

Becky blushed. 'I don't think I could ever do that,' she said.

She's not the slenderest thing in the world but she's hardly odious. And being comfortable naked is hardly about what you look like anyway. I definitely don't think I'm that pretty to be showing off myself, you know. I said, 'If you're alone in your room, who cares?'

She nodded and then thought more about it and nodded again. 'I guess that's true. Though I heard you do it in front of people.'

I shrugged. 'My family. They don't mind. Besides, it doesn't hurt anyone.'

'No, I guess not.' She thought a little more. We were at the end of the drive and buses were meeting people. She turned to me and then said, 'I feel like I can tell you anything.'

'But of course you can,' I said.

Of course 'Becky' is not her real name and I have recently heard that she doesn't know she's kind of a star of some of these blogs. I repeat this only because from what I say here no one will ever know whom I was really talking with about it. She said, 'Well, the way I heard it, your sister does it too.'

I laughed. 'Oh, Jessy started it. She loves being naked. So does little Lisa. It's harmless. Daddy even says so.'

Becky blushed again. 'Your DAD knows?'

'Of course. He lives in the house!'

'He's SEEN you?'

I laughed again. 'Becky! He's our daddy!'

'Oh Lord,' she said, 'I don't think I could EVER do that.'

I smiled and put an arm round her. 'Don't be afraid of yourself,' I said softly to her.

She nodded. 'Do you ever get... urges?'

'Of course.'

She looked at me. 'You know, like... real urges?'

I smiled at her. 'Of course.'

She nodded too, blushing. 'I heard that....'

I rolled my eyes. 'Oh, Lord!' I laughed. 'Is this the thing going round about Jessy?'

Fearfully Becky nodded.

I put my arm round her again and we walked a little down towards the kerb. 'Jessy,' I said, 'is just a healthy girl who's too honest and too innocent to keep her mouth shut.' I stopped and looked at her. 'I'm sure they said she indulges herself, right?'

Becky nodded.

'Well,' I said, 'all I can say is, how do we condemn her for it when pretty much all of us have already done it ourselves?'

She looked at me-- a brave thing to do when you're uncomfortable admitting something. 'We don't condemn her,' she said.

'No. We don't. So why is it a big issue? Besides,' I said, 'it could be much worse.'

Becky nodded. 'She could be doing it with someone else.'

I nodded. 'And she isn't.'

'Are you sure?'

I made a face. 'If there's anyone I know, it's my sister. I mean, look at her-- this whole thing came out because she tells the truth. Do you think she would lie about being with boys if she would admit this?'

Becky laughed. 'No.' She smiled at me. 'I'm glad she's not. I like your sister.'

'Well everyone likes her,' I said.

'Well, I mean... I kind of admire her. And you.'

'Me?' I laughed. 'Don't waste your--'

'Janine,' she said, 'stop it. You know what I mean. And we both know I'm not the only one.'

I blushed. 'Okay....'

'You have fans here, Janine. My God, you come from England and live in a faery-tale castle and dress so pretty and you're still sweet....' She blushed then, because we both knew what she meant by that and it was a cute way to have put it. 'You're a princess, Janine. Everyone thinks so.'

'Becky, I am not--'

'And you're even modest about it.' She smiled and then leaned in and hugged me. 'You're my heroine,' she said.

I had tears in my eyes. 'Well, I love you, Becky.'

She nodded and looked at me. 'And I love you. You're like the best friend I've ever had.'

Her mother's car drew up at the kerb but I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Now there would be a rumour to get started tomorrow! But I felt strangely emptied of the whole thing, like I had nothing left to hide and no pressure to hold it in. One casual visit from a nice friend had led to the whole rumour mill passing things round about my little sister when they weren't even bad things. Of course the girl masturbates! Of course all the girls giggling about it have done it too. And it all served to illustrate the point that, of all the girls we know, it's probably all any of us have ever done. When the boys hear of the rumour they can snigger all they want. They know they're not getting anything else from us, at least not yet. Maybe that's why I'm not blushing at all whilst writing this.

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