CHAP 1
Subtitled: Sheri

Being the only girl of five children, Sheri had been forced to learn the girl's ropes of life on her own. Although her mother was available for some information, she didn't always feel satisfied with the answers she received.

Why do we have to sit down to potty? Because women are not physically made the same as boys are, dear. Why do boys get to take off their shirt outside and girls can't? Cause that is the rule dear. When you're older you'll understand.

Her four older brothers were helpful only to a certain degree, which Sheri decided was far into the colder region of the thermometer. She discovered they were completely ignorant concerning feminine matters and it made her frustrated. So, in standing with family tradition, she sat down and made a list. Since she was only four at the time, her mental arguments seemed a bit scattered and one sided, nonetheless, important to her four-year-old way of thinking. Her crayon scribbles resembled some of the letters, but the list was literate only to her. She used blue for the boy's side and pink for the girl's side. A black line split the paper down the middle. When she was finished, she brought it down to the family dinner table and put it beside her plate. Once dinner started and food was shared, she asked her mother if she could make an announcement. Her mother quieted the table and looked over at her four-year-old daughter with an indulgent smile.

Sheri thanked her mother and sat up on her knees on the chair to address the crew. Her father looked over at her mother and noted a small shrug thrown his way, their eyes meeting with silent communication.

Sheri began by reporting to the curious six pairs of blue eyes studying her that she had made a very important decision. Unfolding her crayon list, she calmly stated boys are different and girls are better! It was such a profound statement in her own mind that she was instantly puzzled by the response. Her four brothers laughed. Her father and mother both raised their eyebrows at her statement and turned to give each other another silent look. Sheri had been brought up in a household where rudeness was not accepted. She felt an ember of anger grow inside and frowned at her brothers' laughing antics with displeasure.

Her mother noticed the storm clouds growing in the young girl's eyes and clapped her hands once. The four boys quieted instantly.

"You boys listen to your sister. She has something important that she wants to tell you."

Sheri thanked her mom again and looked down at her own writings on the list. Glancing at her mother once more before continuing, she received a nod. She didn't notice the suppressed smile on her mother's lips or the slight heightened flush of her father's face as she begins listing the obvious factors that made her decision.

Girls were pretty. Boys couldn't be.

Girls were honest. Boys were known to lie.

Girls were cleaner. Boys never stayed clean.

Girls loved animals. Boys were bad with animals.

Girls could sing better than boys

Girls can cook better than boys

Girls can wear make-up and perfume and boys can't

Sheri looked up to see her family looking back at her with different expressions. Her mother was smiling widely. Her father wore a sheepish grin. All four of her brothers were rolling their eyes. She looked back at her mother and gave a small smile. Her mother nodded agreeing with her. Sheri relaxed slightly.

"Why do you think this is important, Sheri, dear?" Her mother's sweet voice asked the baby girl.

"It's important cause they..." she pointed to her brothers who all grinned back at her with various looks of sarcasm, "...don't know anything about girls!"

Her mother looked at the four boys sitting at her table. She grinned widely and then looked over at her husband. Sheri didn't understand why her daddy turned his eyes down to his plate.

"Don't you agree with me, Daddy? Girls are better than boys?" she asked, in her sweet high-pitched innocent voice, her earnest expression seeking agreement and approval from both her parents.

He looked over at his dark haired baby girl and back at his boys, who looked back at him with glances that displayed their confidence in this matter. Their dad would straighten out the girl issue. He helplessly looked over at his wife. She sat grinning delightedly, her eyes as blue as the summer sky. He fell into her gaze once again. Yep, he thought internally and turned to respond to his littlest. "Girls sure are better, pumpkin."

The boys gasped in astonishment. They looked at him as if he had grown three heads. He hardened his gaze at their vocalized reproach. Looking over to his wife, he sank into the love he found staring back at him. He reached out and took her hand and kissed her palm softly.

Sheri smiled with delight and clapped her small hands repeatedly. Holding up the list she had made, she finalized her new philosophy with the best argument she could make.

"I know girls are better 'cause I'm a girl."

Her father leaned over to his wife and murmured into her ear, "You just had to have a girl, didn't you?" They both chuckled together, eyeballing their four-year-old miracle.

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It didn't take too long before her brothers came around to her way of thinking. Within a year's time, the eldest child, Thomas, started to agree with her. Before long, another was on her side, then another. Her world began to ring with the sounds of talk about girls.

Although she was only at the tender young years, the boys began to ask her opinion about things. What shirt should I wear? Do I look OK? Do you think I should give my Twinkie to her? Will she like that?

Sheri drew a line internally as she grew. She refrained from discussing any girl's likes or dislikes with her brothers, feeling they should learn these things on their own. Up until her 10th birth year, she thought the cause was hopeless. This was the year she caught her oldest brother, Thomas, learning the definite likes and dislikes of his high school freshman prom date, Mitzi Anne Carmichael.

She encountered them getting familiar in the backyard tree house. With her years of finesse and expertise in snooping, she refrained from interrupting by viewing her study subjects through the available tree house window.

This was her first visual experience with sex. They were both naked. It was the unknown adventure. Sheri felt thrilled, but found it ended so quickly. She almost wondered if something was wrong. They were together touching, then suddenly apart. Mitzi lay quiet and Thomas rested, lying half on top of her.

"I'm sorry, Mitzi. I didn't mean to..."

"It's OK, Tom. It felt good," she murmured softly.

Sheri didn't stick around much longer, as her subjects both began to move around. She made it back to her room to wonder at what she had seen. She felt overly proud of herself for not giggling at the bare backside of her brother wiggling in the air. She also made a solemn vow not to tease her brother in the future. Somehow, she knew in her young mind there just might be more opportunities in the future.

As she grew up, she bloomed into a young lady. Her shape moved from short to gangly to tall and statuesque. She raced upward in height along with the others in her family. Height aside, she was still popular and outgoing. School became a chore in which she excelled, but escaped from by daydreaming. She had much to think on. To see such wonderful sights of sexual exhibitions was the ultimate distraction. She did have four older brothers to learn from, after all.

Although for some it might have been harmful, Sheri spent an extreme amount of time studying and examining the different styles ands conversations. Her young mind found the entire subject of sex fascinating. From her brother Thomas to Danny to Jeffrey to David, she pursued the knowledge of sexual intercourse. The tree house seemed to be the preferred spot for the brothers' adventurous exploits. She had a very effective research plan and was quite positive of the end conclusion when it came to her TV screen of life. Sex was good and she wanted to try it too!

At the age of fourteen, she started her monthly womanhood ritual. She recognized this as a signal. It would soon be her turn in the tree house. She began to search for a suitable candidate she could be with.

She went through almost the entire school year without an answer to her problem. Then, she noticed Peter. He was available and cute. He was smart and nice. Most of all, he kept glancing at Sheri all throughout their sixth period algebra class. Now she had a boy, a plan, and, of course, she had the tree house.

It was like cutting soft butter to get him to enter the aerial house in the huge oak tree. It was like spreading the butter to get him excited. Sheri drew on years of information stored in her synapses. She used many techniques of touching, kissing, and sounds. Peter temporarily left the earth for a heavenly plane somewhere above.

Sheri realized her dilemma slowly. She was not excited. How did her brothers manage that one? They always seemed excited. Sheri drew a blank on how to accomplish this task. She wanted to fall into the pleasured state that she had seen her brothers visit time and time again. Thinking through each scene she had witnessed, she only remembered the touching and kissing of foreplay. She began to question herself. Why wasn't I trembling like JoAnn? Why didn't I lose control and moan like Susan? Why wasn't I glistening with perspiration like Debbie?

Suddenly, she felt a chill. Looking down at herself, she discovered she was bathed in a light film of sweat. Her thoughts tumbled around as she realized she was extremely excited. She checked to see what Peter was doing. Nothing much. What had caused the passion to flare?

Sheri took a few precious seconds to block out Peter and think.

What was I doing? I was thinking of Debbie's skin then my skin was like hers. That made no sense. Maybe it was the moaning like Susan made? No? Suddenly, her mind shattered with the realization. It wasn't one of the girl's reactions it was all of the girls' tendencies. The girls!

Thoughts of the girls moaning, trembling, and sweating with desire fanned the flame of passion in Sheri. She almost swooned with excitement. She suddenly remembered the hardened nipples of Patricia, the excited whispers Susan made, the harsh gasp of pleasure as bodies moved together.

Sheri reveled in the fire of her body and returned to guide Peter onto his back. She raised herself over Peter and pictured a girl's swollen sex being rubbed. The arching of JoAnn's back as a tongue touched her nether lips. The desperate cries of a wanton woman rang in her ears. She didn't hear Peter anymore. She heard Susan, Patricia, and Debbie moaning in her ears, as she lost her virginity in a frenzy of climactic excitement. She exploded within and felt her world tremble in its foundation.

She must have said goodbye and returned to her bedroom, though she didn't remember it. She must have slept through the night and rose with the alarm to dress for school. She must have ridden with her brothers to be dropped off at her high school. But, she really didn't remember anything until her classmate Sandy raised her arm in class to answer a question. Sheri realized Sandy wasn't wearing a bra.

After ten long years she sat back in her chair and realized the plain facts once again. Girls were much, much better than boys!


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