Charlene sitting on her feet on the floor while Sis remained on her bed, legs spread wide and revealing the glistening opening between her thighs. It was when Charlene finally stood up a minute later that I saw that the small penis protruding from the dark wedge of her pubic hair had changed. Though it hadn't gotten noticeably longer or thicker, there was no denying that it had gotten stiffer and was protruding nearly horizontally from her pelvis instead of pointing at the floor as it had been before.
Eva slowly brought her legs together and her feet to the floor, then stood up to face Charlene. I could see her look down to the protrusion of Charlenes cock for a few seconds before looking into Charlenes face. Several seconds of quiet were broken when Charlene spoke, her tone of embarrassment obvious as she softly said "I… I'm sorry about that, but it's not something I've ever been able to do anything about. I've asked the specialist that I see about it, and he says it's just a part of who I am, and that nothing he can do will change it: if I get, you know, excited, then the boy part of me will react along with the girl part. I… I've kind of figured out by myself that because my body is different enough to have a penis, there's some little part of me deep down inside that just can't help trying to respond to some things. I mean, I don't do it on purpose, or anything…"
A couple of seconds went by, and Eva told her "It's okay, I guess. I mean, I could tell that you weren't doing it 'cause you wanted to. I knew things were going to be different with you being a hermaphrodite and everything, and I guess that's just part of it. Besides, it's not like you tried to do something, or anything. I don't figure that'll be the only time it happens, so I'll just learn to get used to it, is all."
Immensely relieved, Charlene told her "I… I'm glad you understand, and you're willing to be so cool about all this. I've never had a real friend that I could do stuff with like you before, and I've missed out on SO much stuff because of it."
Smiling, Eva told her "Well, you don't have to miss out on it any more unless you want to", and the two of them quickly hugged each other. Charlene's head was toward me, and I could see how happy and pleased she was about how Sis was acting about the whole thing.
When they finally released each other, it was so they could get into their respective nightgowns. I watched a little longer to see if anything else was going to happen, but all they did was break out some magazines and start comparing what they thought of the guys in them.
After using my shirt to clean the semen running down the wall in my closet, I undressed down to my underwear and went to bed. Laying there in the dark, I stayed awake for quite a while as I thought not just about how lonely and isolated Charlene must have felt growing up, but what I thought and felt about her physical difference, too. It took a little while, but I finally got things settled in my mind: first was that it wasn't like she chose to be born that way; it was more like Mother Nature played a particularly cruel practical joke on her. Second was that I'd decided she was a nice, smart person with a really pleasant personality and keen sense of humor before finding out that there was anything
physically different about her… so there really wasn't any reason to change how I thought about her.
Finally, she was pretty good-looking if I could put her difference out of my mind — which gave me pause to think about her condition and what I really thought about that. After a lot of back-and-forth and wrestling with the idea in my mind, I finally decided that it really shouldn't matter; as she'd said, it wasn't something she had any control over, and she certainly seemed female enough in every other way. Not figuring that there was any chance in hell that I was ever going to do anything else with her, there was nothing for me to do but just treat her like just another one of my sisters girl friends.
When the two of them came dragging out of Evas bedroom late the next morning, they acted as though they'd been best friends forever instead of having known each other not even a year. They were sharing private jokes with each other, and judging from the way they'd share just a brief look before smiling or laughing, had gotten onto the same "wavelength", too. I just responded to them the same way I did any other time one of Evas friends spent the night: ignoring them as much as possible, and returning whatever comments they directed my way in kind.
After Charlene went home shortly after lunch, Eva stopped by my room (where I was putting together a plastic model of an airplane) and asked me what I thought. I didn't have a problem telling her "I guess I did learn a few things, after all. Yeah, Charlene's different — but not in any way that's really important.
I'm cool about it, and everything."
Pleased (though faintly blushing, I noticed), Sis told me "I'm glad to hear that, Billy. She really is a good person, and this is the first time she's really been able to break out of the shell she built around herself. I'd hate to see anything happen to mess it up for her."
"Well, if anything like that does happen, it won't be because of me", I assured her.
She just smiled, and left.
After that night, Eva and Charlene became even better friends. Sis got Charlene to participate more in the things she and her friends did in and out of school, though never to the extent of getting involved in anything that risked revealing Charlenes condition. The only one Charlene was really willing and comfortable about seeing her less than fully dressed was Eva, and it didn't take long before the two of them were spending a lot of nights together, either at our place or Charlenes. Mom and Dad got concerned about it, called Charlenes folks, and learned that they were more than delighted to have Sis at their house as often as she was, and had been concerned that Charlene was visiting us too often. It didn't take long for all of them to reach the decision that since neither side was feeling "put-upon" (and would say so if things changed), there wasn't any reason not to let the two girls continue.
I certainly didn't mind, since it meant that I'd almost certainly get chances to check out Charlenes nude body, as well as Evas.
That proved to be the case, and it didn't take long for me to accept the presence of a small finger of flesh protruding from Charlene's pelvis — regardles of what state that protrusion happened to be in.
As was to be expected, there came the time that I happened (not by accident, either) to run across Charlene in the hallway as she was making a (braless) bathroom visit one night. I didn't make any pretense of not looking her over before saying "Nice boobs, Charlene!" and continuing on my way. I learned the next day that I'd responded perfectly: I'd obviously seen the over-full condition of her panties, and then calmly proceeded to ignore it in favor of complimenting Charlene on her breasts.
Though Charlene tried to be more careful about having her bra on after that, it didn't take long for her to stop worrying about me seeing her in her panties.
My comment to Charlene also had the effect of making it okay for her and I to begin interacting more than we had before. It wasn't that she and I ever hung out together or anything, but rather that if she wasn't busy with Sis for some reason, it was acceptable to her for the two of us to be together in the same room and not just ignore each other — if one of us got up to get something to drink, for example, we'd ask the other if there was anything they wanted while we were up. There were even several times that the two of us just sat and talked to each other for a little while. I found out from Eva that Charlene thought I was a pretty nice guy, and that she was relieved that I didn't act different toward her.
By the end of the school year, the two of them were all but inseparable the vast majority of the time; it also became S.O.P. for whichever household was missing them to call the other as a first attempt to find them. Once school actually let out, there wasn't any telling where they might be: Eva had not only gotten her drivers license, but Mom and Dad had gotten her an inexpensive (but still in excellent condition) used car: an older Volvo, the blue boxy-looking one. It wasn't fast and sexy, but Sis was still happy to have her own transportation.
The break from school for the summer also gave Charlene and Sis that much more time to spend together during the day… and no reason for them not to spend even more nights at one house or the other.
It was about the middle of July, and Dad had taken Mom on a promised date to listen to our town's little orchestra do a "Symphony in the Park". Charlene and Eva were at our house and had isolated themselves in Sis' room while I was watching a movie on TV. I'd figured that with the two of them back in Sis' room, I'd be able to watch the whole thing without interruption; but that didn't prove to be correct. Roughly halfway through the movie, the two of them came into the living room where I was and stood in their bathrobes off to the side just watching me. I finally paused the movie, turned my head to face them, and plaintively asked "What?"
After they'd looked at each other, it was Charlene that told me "There's something we'd like your help with."
"What, now? It can't wait until the movie is over, or tomorrow, or something?"
"No, not really", Eva answered. "It's something that we'd need to be sure Mom and Dad will both be out of the house for a while."
Wondering why they could possibly need me and Mom and Dad gone, I asked exactly that: "Why would you need me while Mom and Dad are gone? What's going on, Eve?"
Both of them looked nervous for some reason, but Charlene was the one to tell me "Come with us, and you'll see", immediately followed by both of them blushing furiously.
The looks they were giving me finally convinced me to do as they asked. After taking note of where I was in the movie, I shut it off, then stood up and followed them — all the way back into Eva's room, much to my surprise. Eva was the one to close the door behind us, and after she'd joined Charlene again, she told me "There's something that Charlene and I both want to find out, but neither one of us knows anyone that could help us with it… except you. We want to ask you something, and we already know it's a lot to ask, and we'll understand if you don't want to do it. But if you do, we're willing to do something for you in return."
Well and truly baffled at that point, all I could think of was to ask them "What is it you want from me?"
They gave each other a Look, then carefully faced me and undid the belts of their robes. Before I could even take a breath, they'd shrugged their shoulders — leaving both of them standing there stark naked with their bathrobes puddled around their feet. As I stood there (undoubtedly looking as stunned as I felt) looking the two of them over, Eva told me "We… we want to learn about guys. The, um, sex parts, I mean. Charlene only ever saw them on babies, and it's been a long time since we saw each other — I told her about it — and I know that I've changed since then, so I figured you have, too. That isn't something we can ask any other guy to do, so if you won't do it, we'll have to try and figure something else out. But if you'll agree, then it'd be okay if you wanted to do the same thing with me."
To that, Charlene added "You know I have little bit of a penis, but I've also got a vagina… so if you wanted to look at me, too, it'd be okay."
Eva finished up by telling me "We want to look close, and ask some questions, and… if it's okay, even, um, touch. However far it's okay for us to go with you, you can go with us. We figure that kind of encourages you to let us learn what it is that we want to know while keeping us from going too far with it. We're willing to trust that the time we spend looking at you will be about the same as you spend looking at us, but it's okay if you think we should actually keep track of the time."
Hearing that, the first thing to come to mind was that it actually sounded fairly reasonable. But a few more seconds thought, and I had a question: "You said that you were willing to trust that the time would be the same, but would my time be for looking at each of you, or both?"
They had some kind of silent negotiation thing using just their eyes before facing me again so Eva could tell me "There'd be the two of us looking at you at one time, but we know it wouldn't be fair for you to have to try to look at both of US, we'd be okay with it if you wanted to use almost the same time for each of us. It's not like we're completely different; after all."
That wasn't as much as I could hope to get, but was more than I'd have settled for… and easily enough to get me to seriously consider their offer.
Like most guys my age, there was a certain amount of trepidation at the idea of a girl (or worse still, two of them) actually eyeballing my works due to the basic insecurity most of us guys have at that age. But that was far overshadowed by the prospect of having those same girls doing more than just looking. When I added in the opportunity to really look (and touch, if they went that far) their parts… well, it didn't take me long to decide to agree to their request. Yeah, Eva was my sister, and that was kinda weird — but she was still female and attractive, and that was what was most important to me. Charlene left me with mixed feelings, though: the chance to check out another female was definitely enticing, but getting close to her snatch meant also getting close to what was above it — and I wasn't real wild about that idea, regardless of my acceptance of it otherwise.
It took a minute or so for me to work through all of that (and looking them over in the process) before I told them "Okay, I'll do it."
I could see that my agreement was met with a mix of emotions: relief that they hadn't exposed themselves to me for nothing, happy that they'd get to find out what they wanted to know, apprehension about (almost literally) opening themselves up to my exam, and nervousness (which I also felt) about the situation and what would happen.
Since they'd had me come into Evas bedroom, I figured that was where they wanted it to happen; with them already naked, there wasn't anything for me to do but take my own clothes off — a simple matter of slipping of my sandals, pulling off my T-shirt, and slipping down my walking- and under-shorts. I managed to quash the impulse to cover my cock and balls, choosing instead to simply stand there with my hands at my sides as I asked "Where and how do you want me?"
"Lay down crosswise on my bed, about halfway", Eva told me, with Charlene adding "If… if you could kind of lay with your knees at the edge and, um, open your legs, it would be better, too."
Without saying a word, I walked the few steps to where Sis' bed was and got myself arranged as requested. It didn't take but a single look at them to realize that paying any obvious attention to what they were going to do would pretty much mess things up, I simply put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. To my surprise, it helped me relax a little bit, too. A few moments later, I felt as they joined me (though they were careful not to make any contact).
For the first few minutes, all that happened was that I heard a fair amount of whispering back and forth between the two of them as I felt them move around a little bit. I was starting to wonder if all they were going to do was talk when I felt a cool pair of fingers gently grip my flaccid penis and lift it up.
Without opening my eyes, I quietly told them "You don't have to be that careful about touching me. As long as you don't squeeze my balls, I mean my testicles, too hard, it's okay."
The grip on my penis got marginally firmer, but that was all the response I got.
Over the next little while, I felt my cock and balls being moved around in different ways by two different hands as Eva and Charlene asked questions and got familiar and comfortable with the male reproductive anatomy; the way they were going about it was enough to keep me from getting fully erect, though I did get as far as semi-erect under their touch. The amount of movement had tapered off when Charlene hesitantly said "We… we'd like to see it when you're, uh, hard, too. Can you do that?"
Again keeping my eyes closed, I answered "Not by myself — not like this. But if you want to help me, it'll happen."
"What do we need to do?", Eva wanted to know.