Parallel Me

Parallel Me Part 1

From an early age, I became interested in girl's bodies, not obsessed; I just liked looking at them. I was the youngest of four, having three older sisters, wasn't all fun most of the time. There was Dorothy; who was twelve years my senior, Jeanette; who was ten and Alice; was two and a half. We had been evacuated; from London at the start of the blitz, to the small town of Wellington in Somerset. We lived in a small, rundown terraced cottage of five, each cottage had a downstairs living room and scullery. With two bedrooms and a landing upstairs, the two toilets all the five cottages sheared were at the bottom of the garden.

My father was away during the war, and for a few years after. Until I was eight, females surrounded me and finding my two older sisters mean spiteful and nasty tempered at times. Alice wasn't as bad as them; all Alice was interested in was playing with her dolls. Dorothy and Jeanette would holler, and throw hair bushes and things at me. When mum sends me, up to their room with a message. I wouldn't think to stand around in their tiny underwear, would make them so nasty. Jeanette once went very red and kicked me viciously under the table, one Sunday mealtime. When I asked dad if he knew anyone in France, he looked at me and said 'no I don't why'.

"Len; Jeanette's boyfriend does, I heard him telling Jeanette he had a French letter." Mum got mad at Jeanette for kicking me, I heard her telling Jeanette off later.

I didn't really notice girls as being really different until I was around eight, that was when dad came home and Dorothy got married. I had a little friend the same age as me, who lived two doors away at No 5. Rita and I played together all the time; for as far back as I can remember. In fact, Rita was the first girl I slept with, our mums would put us in the same cot, to have our afternoon nap, while they had a yap and a cup of tea.

Her dad came home at the same time as mine, and for a long time, our parents would get together. Some Saturday nights, they would play cards, other nights they were down the pub. Jeanette would be out with her friends, most nights until nine when dad said she had to be home. Unless she had to babysit Alice Rita and me, Alice just wanted to play with her dolls, so she wouldn't play monopoly with us. Mum let us play the game on her bed because the little living room was too small to accommodate all of us at once. Rita and I would always be all ready to go to bed, me in my pyjamas with Rita in her nightdress. One night when we had just turned nine, I was sitting opposite her crossed leg on the bed. When suddenly she giggled, pointed across the board at me and said.

"I can see you're wilily JJ!" I looked down at the opening of my pyjama bottoms, that had pulled open as I had sat with my knees wide apart. I quickly covered the gap, and Rita still smiling at me said.

"It's alright JJ I've seen a wilily before, my cousin John has a big one!" She giggled, as she said it. Then said John looked after her most Saturdays when his mum and Rita's mum went shopping. John was five years older than Rita was, but she liked him a lot. She said she enjoyed it when he looked after her because they played some nice games.

When she finished telling me, we just carried on playing our game. I never worry, about her seeing me there anymore, and it became more enjoyable, spending many an evening playing our games in the bedroom.

On one Saturday night, our parents went out for one of their regular nights out, and Jeanette was babysitting us. To make it easy for Jeanette, Rita came into our house as usual. Her parents would take her home when they came back. Alice was staying overnight at her friend's house, where she had gone to a birthday party. Then at eight that evening; Jeanette made Rita and I go up to bed, but instead of going to sleep we spent time playing our favourite game.

Suddenly we heard Jeanette creeping up the stairs and just got under the bedclothes as she opened the door. She came over to see if we were sleeping, so we lay very still pretending we were. Then Jeanette left the room to creep down the stairs, then we heard the front door open and close. Whispered words were said, and it went quiet again. Rita started giggling as she came over to my bed, and climbing under my bedclothes she said.

"Did you hear the door open and someone talking, I bet she let her boyfriend in? Let's go down and see if she did, I'd like to see what they're doing" Rita said. I wasn't sure at all; if Jeanette caught us I would get a hard punch or two from her. The door at the bottom of the stairs opened directly into the front room, Jeanette must have left it ajar to hear us if we woke. With Rita kneeling, and me crouching behind her, we both could peer through the gap.

Jeanette and Len were kissing on the settee, his hand inside her blouse. They didn't say anything to each other at all, then as they kissed he felt up her skirt. After a while, they got off the settee and went to lie on the floor. Only we couldn't see what they were doing, as they were out of our sight. So we went back upstairs and sat to talk about what we had seen. We spied on Jeanette and Len, whenever he came to visit over the next year or so,

We met and played a few more times in the bedroom, that last year before we had to move away. We were almost ten then, and we didn't like the idea of being so far away. Our new homes were miles apart, and we wouldn't be neighbours anymore. As the cottages had been condemned and were to be demolished.

Jeanette got married to Lenard, just after we moved into our new three bedrooms home. The living room was much larger, and there were a separate kitchen and an inside toilet. Instead of cooking on an open fire, mum had a cooker to cook in and a table in the kitchen. When Jeanette left to marry, Alice and I got a bedroom each. There was only one thing wrong with the new house; it was far too big for me.

When they did come around to see us, Instead of Rita and I going to the bedroom to play, we played Monopoly on the kitchen table. Which meant the door between the kitchen, and the living room was always opening so mum could make tea. It meant Rita and I didn't, get to play with one another anymore. Then they didn't come around as often as they did, but Rita said John was still looking after her on Saturdays. He had left school and got a job in a garage, but he didn't work on Saturday afternoons, so he still babysat her.