The Birds & The Bees & Who Has The Hole And Who Does Something With It

Boy, did I put my foot in my mouth at Thanksgiving dinner. I started talking about gender. You know the college version, not the biology version. As expected my grandparents told me if that's what I was being taught then they withdrew their offer of paying my college education. My parents begged me to shut up, reminding me that my name was Lilly, and whether I liked it or not I was a girl. My cousin, he's in the Navy, told me that however I cut it I had a hole between my legs and he had a dick. And he asked me 'and where do think the dick goes?'

I never thought I wasn't a girl, I get reminded every day of that. I did take exception to my cousin's tone, since he went away an Ensign he thinks he can lord it over me. We got into a real long conversation about the laws of nature and God's Law and what the definition of insanity was. In his officer vernacular, "you're crazy, you know that?'

I walked outside with him, he's a full head taller. I felt like I always do when I'm around him, I won't call it horney, something much deeper. I told him out there by the swing, 'I'm a virgin, you know that?'

Why it was important for me to tell him I don't really know. He took that as an invitation to do something about it. When we walked back inside he grabbed my whole butt cheek like he owned it. After dinner, after coffee and pumpkin pie, he pushed me against the wall in the laundry and kissed me. Me Tarzan, you Jane. And with that he led me to my bedroom where he did something about my virginity. That hole came in handy, it felt like nothing I'd imagined. I spent some time afterwards talking about gender. Natures laws, Biology, God's intentions. He's a boy, I can attest to it. And I'm a girl, no doubt about it.