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The Mailing List 17

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PART 17
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Thanks to Zyngaru, for his kind words and his plot suggestion that I have used to write this story.

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From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary (the comments in italics are not part of the diary, but are written by his younger adoptive sister Olivia in a separate document Benji can’t access):

After my bath, when Ollie told me that Hannah was not allowed to be my girlfriend anymore, I felt really bad.

I tried to argue, but Ollie wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m doing this for your own good. Maybe you are just too young for girlfriends, and Hannah is not as responsible as I had thought.”

“But Ollie! I really like her!”

“Be that as it may, you two are not dating anymore.”

“But...”

“No, Benji. You do not get to make these decisions, young man. I make them for you.”

“But I...”

“Enough, Benjamin Grady O'Connor. When I say no, I mean no. And if you keep arguing I will take your pajama shorts down and spank your bare bottom, bruises or not.”

So that was that, I no longer had a girlfriend. It’s not fair!

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[Olivia’s note]: I felt sorry for my brother, as he was clearly upset, but someone had to look at the bigger picture, and Benji just isn’t any good at that. There’s a reason I’m in charge and keep such a tight rein on him.

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From Benji’s Diary (continued):

Several days have passed and Ollie hasn’t relented. I have been rather subdued. It’s frustrating because I want to be Hannah’s boyfriend, but I don’t get to decide, because Ollie is my sister and she’s in charge. I talked to mom about it, but she said Ollie knew Hannah better.

“I trust her to make decisions for you, Benji. Whatever she tells you to do, you obey. Always. Do you hear me, young man?” she told me.

“Yes, mom,” I had to say.

Ollie is the boss of me, I know that. But still, I wish she would change her mind.

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[Olivia’s note]: It’s no good for my brother to try to get mom to overrule me. From the first moment since we adopted Benji, mom has been very supportive of my authority over him. That’s important, because that way we avoid confusing him, or sending mixed messages. I have read that boys try to play authority figures against each other whenever they think they can get away with it, and because of that mom and I try not to give him the chance. Since I’m with Benji more often, Mom usually delegates on me, so I have the last say.

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From Benji’s Diary (continued):

Today Ollie and I had a mentoring date arranged by the GPA.

The GPA is a club our family belongs to, the Girl Power Association. It’s a club for kids from female-led families. That means families where girls are in charge, like ours. We get a monthly magazine, and they organize some activities. Like this mentoring date. Since Ollie is my minder, the club has paired us up with an older boy and girl, with the girl being the boy’s minder, of course. That way the four of us get to do something together.

The girl we were paired with is Stella, who is 13, and the boy is Hamish, who is 17.

It’s funny thinking that Stella is the same age as me, because seeing us together no one would guess we are the same age. It's not a matter of size: she’s about as high as me. It’s more the way she acts. I mean, Ollie acts more grownup than me, and she’s only 11, so I guess it’s natural that Stella seems impossibly grownup.

From the first moment she saw me, Stella treated me like a little boy. Like, she complimented me the way one compliments a little kid, and she asked me the kind of questions one asks a little kid, like “what would you like to be when you grow up?”, or “who’s your favorite teacher?”, and “are you a good boy for your sister?”. She used with me the tone of voice one uses to speak with a younger kid, too. It reminds me a bit of how Ollie treats Nolan Paterson, who is her same age but much less mature. You might think I’d be offended a girl my age was treating me like that, but I was actually relieved. She’s so sophisticated that I just wouldn’t know what to do if I had to talk to her like an equal. At least, being treated like a little boy, I knew how to act.

When I told her that, yes, I listened to Ollie, she pinched my cheek and told me I was a good kid. I smiled at her, feeling pleased that she was praising me.

We went to play tennis together, the four of us, on a tennis court Stella had booked. We played pairs, me with Stella and Ollie with Hamish. I was a little nervous because I’m not that good, and I was afraid Stella would be annoyed when I made mistakes.

She wasn’t, though. “Don’t worry, kiddo,” she told me when I shot an easy ball into the net. “We are here to have fun.”

She was a better player than me, and gave me pointers and advice. Every time we won a point, we slapped our hands together.

We lost the match, but it was fun anyway.

Then we went to our home, and Stella said that she and Ollie would take showers first. “You kids wait for us here,” she told us. She also treated Hamish like a kid, although not as much as me.

The thought that she was only the same age as me struck me again. I mean, with Stella you tend to forget that, but she is 13. However, it was clear that, for her, even 17-year-old Hamish is a child. She’s absolutely confident. And if Hamish was just a child in her eyes, where did that leave me? For her, I wasn’t just a child, but a little child. She was just on a completely different level from mine. That’s something that has often struck me about Ollie, how she is so much mature than me, being two years younger. But Stella just was thirteen going on grown-up.

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[Olivia’s note]: Benji is right that Stella is sophisticated and mature. It’s funny looking at the two of them together. Same age, worlds apart. Benji, 13-year-old boy, but such a child. Stella, 13-year-old girl, but basically a young woman. Their body language when they interact is telling: Benji is clearly in awe of her. She follows her around like a puppy, hanging on to her every word and eager for approval. He’s like a big toddler following his big sister around. As for me, I look up to her. I think Stella is a great role-model for me.

Hamish is a dear. I admit I was a bit intimidated: he’s 17, and taller than any of us. I was worried he wouldn’t take me seriously, just an 11-year-old girl. But he listens to me and is respectful and deferential. He doesn’t get the difference in age get to his head; he is not arrogant or defiant at all. He’s open and sweet. I think Stella has trained him well. He clearly respects girls and follows my directions just as easily as Stella’s.

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From Benji’s Diary (continued):

While we waited for the girls, Hamish and I chatted. He’s kind and treats me like a kid brother. I had thought that Stella and he were siblings, but I found out that they are not actually related. It seems their moms are best friends and they live next door to each other, so Stella and he have grown up together.

“So Ollie has only been your sister for a few months, right?” he asked me.

“Yeah, since I was adopted.”

“And before that you never had a girl minder?”

“Nah, never,” I said. “They started giving me Puericil at the orphanage, but it was all boys there, and the adult minders, of course. It was a bit of a shock when I was adopted and I found out I was expected to obey a younger girl.”

“Ha ha! I bet it was a shock, since you did not grow up with it,” Hamish grinned. “But Ollie and you seem to be doing good together. Do you find it difficult to obey her?!

“Nah, I guess not. It kind of feels natural most of the time, because even though she is younger, she knows so much and is always so confident.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Hamish smiled. “Stella is like that too”.

“Sometimes I remember Ollie is just 11, though, and it’s difficult then,” I added. “Like, when she strips me down for a bath, and then I think, she’s two years younger than me, and she’s a girl, and then it sucks that she sees me naked like that.”

“I know what you mean,” Hamish nodded. “It’s easier for me, I guess, ‘cause I’m more used to it, but then again, the age difference is bigger. Ollie is two years younger than you, but Stella is four years younger than me, if you can believe that. And I still remember her a as little tot following me around. So looking back at that, the way it is now can be a shock, if I let it... But I don’t.”

“What do you mean, you don’t?” I asked, interested.

“Well, I just don’t think of her as a younger girl, or as the little child she used to be. I think of her as what she is now, a mature young lady. I’m just not at that level yet, so I don’t let it bother me that she’s in charge. On the contrary, I'm grateful that she pays so much attention to me. I’m better off because of that, and I’m lucky to have her in my life.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m lucky to have Ollie, too.”

Hamish nodded. “So, when it feels embarrassing because I’m naked in front of Stella, or when it feels like she’s bossing me around too much, I just think of that. Whatever her age is, and no matter that I remember her as a little tyke, she’s the grownup among the two of us now. So it’s not unfair that she’s the boss. It’s fair and it’s natural. Isn’t Ollie more grownup than you, even if she’s younger?”

I had to admit that she was.

“It’s like that with Stella and me, too,” he assured me. “You know it’s not your fault that she is more mature, right? There’s nothing wrong with you or anything. It’s just the way it is. Girls mature faster than us guys, and that’s that.”

I nodded, and he patted my shoulder.

“So try not to let it bother you, the fact that we are not in charge. Just be grateful to the girls for all they do for us, and pay them back by being obedient and respecting them.”

I nodded. “I respect Ollie,” I assured him. “A lot. She’s really cool, and she knows everything.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Hamish laughed. “Sometimes I think Stella knows everything, too.”

I looked at him. “So how was it? I mean, how did it go from Stella being a little kid and following you around to her being in charge of you?·

“Well, that was when she was really little. But she always had a strong personality, and by the time she was 8 and I was 12 there was not much difference between us. She was given about the same freedom by her parents than mine gave me, and when we played she was about as likely to take the lead as me. Then, around that time, my parents started giving me Puericil, and the change was pretty much immediate. She became more assertive, I became less, and she always took the lead when we were together and told me what to do. One day my parents found her scolding me because I had forgotten to do my chores, and they said that since Stella was taking responsibility over me, it was time to make it official, and give her parental authority over me. Since that day, Stella started spanking me when I misbehaved, and pretty soon she took over from my mom in bathing me.”

“Aw, man, did you hate that?”

“I kind of did, at the time. I didn’t want her to. I tried to refuse, but she wasn’t having it. She told me that if my mom could bathe me, so could she. That she had been given parental authority over me, and that if she said she was going to bathe me, that’s exactly what was going to happen... And so it did. That night, when she was bathing me for the first time, I was trying to cover myself so that she wouldn’t see me, but she told me not to be silly, that I might as well get used to it because she was going to be bathing me for years... She was right, too. Here we are, five years later and she’s still bathing me most of the time.”

I giggled. “Ollie says that kind of things to me, too,” I admitted. “How come girls are all so alike?”

“I think it’s mostly instinctive,” he said, “but they also read books, you know, and web articles, about how to manage boys. The GPA provides them for girls who are interested.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, girls also exchange notes, and learn from each other,” he explained. “So, before you know, she’ll be an expert at handling boys.”

“She already is!” I groaned.

He laughed. “As I said, don’t let it bother you. She’s in charge of you, and she will likely be in charge of you for years, so just accept it and make the best of it.”

“I accept it,” I sighed. “I can’t imagine being with Ollie and her not being in charge.”

“That’s how it is with me and Stella too. I can’t imagine being with her without her being in charge. It would feel ridiculous, me trying to give her orders”

“Does she still spank you?” I asked. “That’s the part I hate most. Even more than being naked in front of her, or in front of other people.”

“Not very often nowadays,” he said. “I find it easier not to get in trouble now. But it can still happen, when I do. And yeah, it sucks when it happens.”

I looked at him. He seemed so grownup to me. It seemed impossible that he still got spanked. But then I remembered Stella, and, yeah, I could absolutely believe that she would spank any boy if she thought he deserved it. I’m sure she wouldn’t take any nonsense from anybody. Not even from 17-year-old Hamish. If he misbehaved, I could easily picture her taking down his pants and paddling his bare bottom and making him cry. 13 or 17, you just didn’t mess with girls, and much less with a girl like Stella.

Then we talked about other things. It was easy to talk to Hamish, and I found myself telling him about the whole thing with Hannah. He was sympathetic, and he said he would talk with Stella about it, and see if she had any advice.

Then the girls arrived, with their hair still wet from their showers.

“Hey! Let’s get you boys cleaned up,” Stella said. “Ollie, why don’t you take care of Hamish, and I’ll bathe Benji. Come here, Benji!”

I went to her, and to my embarrassment she started undressing me right there. There’s this instinct, when a girl starts to undress you, particularly when you have just met het that day, to try to stop her. I looked at Hamish, and he was calmly letting ollie bare him, and his example helped me not to interfere with Stella. I mean, if a 17-year-old boy is OK with an 11-year-old girl undressing him, then I guess that a 13-year-old boy like me should be OK with a girl his same age undressing him.

“Good boy,” Stella told me as she pulled down my sweatpants. Then she had me raise my arms so she could take off my T-shirt. After that she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my boxer shorts.

“OK, undies off for you,” she said, pulling them down.

I hate how, when a girl pulls down your underwear, her eyes are at the same level as my peenie. Talk about a front-row view.

I looked at Hamish. Ollie also had him naked now. His peenie was bigger than mine, but that’s normal because he is 17 and I’m only 13, but, just like me, he didn’t have any hair down there, showing that he is taking puericil.

“Good boy,” Ollie told him, patting his bottom. “Let’s get you into the bathroom.”

She took his hand and took him in that direction. He was letting her guide him without any resistance.

“You too, kiddo,” Stella said to me, patting my bare bottom. “Let’s go get you washed.”

She took my hand and followed the other two. I looked at Hamish bare bottom as we walked behind them. I was just as naked as he was, of course, but somehow it looked ruder when it was an older boy. He was much taller than Ollie, but he was the one bare naked, and she was the one leading him by his hand. I wondered if I Ollie would still be bathing me when I was 17, and still spanking me when I was naughty. 17 seemed impossibly far away in the future, but here was Ollie, only 11 and stripping Hamish down, getting him ready for his bath. If she was treating a 17-year-old so confidently when she was only 11, what hope did I have she wouldn’t be treating me the same way when I was 17? I was sure right then that this was exactly how she would treat me. If she didn’t see Hamish as too grown-up now, she wouldn’t see me as grown up either when I was 17 and she 15.

I sighed. It’s tough being a boy. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I was the one who could strip down girls and see them naked, instead of the other way around? Then again, maybe that’s why it’s girls who get to do that and we don’t, because we are not mature enough. Maybe for girls it’s different, and it’s like they are nurses and they don’t enjoy seeing boys naked.

That is not quite right, though, because I have noticed that girls often look like they are enjoying it when they see me naked. But maybe it’s a different kind of enjoyment. Maybe they enjoy it because it confirms that they have that power over us, and not because they actually really enjoy seeing a boy naked.

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[Olivia’s note]: Poor Benji, wondering how girls think... We do not really have to wonder that much about how boys think, because boys are simpler. Not stupid, but more straightforward... uncomplicated, I guess.

Well, not that I would discuss it with Benji, but the truth is that, yes, we enjoy seeing boys naked. Not just because their bodies are cute, even though they are, and not just because it shows how we have authority over them, even though it is. But it also has a sexual element, just like the opposite situation would be sexual for boys, which is, I think, what Benji is wondering about.

Of course, it depends on how extraordinary the situation seems. For example, stripping 17-year-old Hamish felt extraordinary, and I enjoyed it intensely, even if I didn’t let on, as that wouldn’t have been dignified. I acted like it was perfectly normal and ordinary for me, but the enjoyment was inside. I loved pulling down his pants and seeing his penis and his testicles. I loved patting his bare bottom, and taking his hand in mine and leading him towards the bathtub. And once there, I loved bathing him, and touching him everywhere.

He was so submissive. He never once tried to cover himself or resist as I handled him, even though I’m a girl six years younger than him and whom he had just met that day. Stella really had trained him well to accept girls’ authority, and I want to train Benji just like that. I want my brother to really respect girls and follow their lead, no matter their age.

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From Benji’s Diary (continued):

The girls got us into the bathtub. We have a big bathtub, so having to boys getting bathed in it at the same time is no problem.

They shared the shower handset to get us wet, and then they soaped us. Well, Ollie soaped Hamish and Sella soaped me. Stella didn’t do it much different from Ollie. Neither of them uses a sponge, using their hands instead to soap the boy they are bathing. That means Stella touched everything, every single part of my body. She was quite gentle, but that doesn’t make it any easier when a girl is rubbing your bottom cheeks to soap them up, or when she is holding your peenie in her hands.

“Look, Benji,” Stella said to me precisely then, when she was handling my peenie. “Dirt tends to accumulate here, under your foreskin, if it’s not washed properly. So that’s why I’m pulling it back to expose the head of your little peenie. Then I wash that part really well... yes, I know it’s sensitive... and now I wash the soap away with plenty of water before pulling your foreskin back. Good boy!”

I felt my face hot and red, and I wanted to let out a whine as she was doing that. No, it did not hurt, but it was embarrassing. However, I could see Ollie doing exactly the same to Hamish, and he did not complain, so I followed his example.

“Did I hurt you, Hamish?” Ollie asked him. “I know how sensitive that part is, as Stella said.”

“No, you are being very gentle. Thank you,” Hamish told her, which earned him a quick kiss on his cheek from Ollie.

“You are a dear. I would never let you get hurt if I can help it,” she assured him.

Ollie seemed to be very confident when bathing Hamish. She even carefully inserted the tip of her finger inside his heinie-hole when washing him, just like she does to me. I noticed how Hamish mouthed “Oh” in surprise, but he didn’t comment on it. Probably he just wasn't used to that, because Stella didn’t put her finger inside me, although she washed very thoroughly inside my bottom-cheeks.

Afterwards the girls dried us and dressed us in clean clothes. It was kind of enjoyable getting bathed when they are so gentle, or it would be if it wasn’t also embarrassing. But, I guess, if you are a boy, good luck trying to keep girls from seeing your naked body. It always seems to happen, whether you like it or not.

After our bath we had a mentoring session, and I spoke some more with both Stella and Hamish about school, life at home, and things like that.

Stella was very kind with me, and I guess that when a girl has bathed you it’s easier talking to her about your problems, because she’s no longer a stranger. I mean, what can be more intimate than that?

She told me that I was her honorary little brother, and that made me blush with pleasure, because she really is a cool girl.

I guess she could have said that we were “honorary twins”, since we are the same age, but I know what she means. We may be the same physical age, but we are not the same age inside our heads. It’s a bit like how Ollie is two years younger than me physically, but she feels like my big sister, instead of my little sister. With Stella is the same, but only more so.

The best thing is that, after Stella and Hamish left, Ollie told me that after her conversation with Stella she had been thinking, and that she was going to give Hannah another chance.

“I think she cares about you a lot, and that she made a mistake out of inexperience,” she said.

I was really happy, and hugged her.

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[Olivia’s note]: Yes, Stella told me that Benji’s feelings for Hannah were real, and that although it was important for me to look after him and keep him safe, I should also keep his feelings in mind. We talked about what Hannah had done, and she helped me see that maybe I had been a bit overprotective.

Benji was really happy when I told him, and so was Hannah when I talked to her later. We had a nice girl to girl conversation, and I think she understood how important it is for me to protect Benji. Yes, he’s older than us, but he is sweet and innocent, and boys are just so helpless, particularly the ones on puericil.

I think Hannah feelings towards him are sincere too, so we’ll see how it goes. I’m happy I have access to Benji’s diary without him knowing, because that will make it easier for me to monitor the situation.

Well, it’s getting late, so I’m going to put Benji to bed.

(The End)