Double Trouble

'Yes.' I mumble.

'Then shut up.'

'Ugh!' both girls cry. 'He's a baby, he's wet himself.'

'Now, now,' Carmilla says surprisingly soothingly, 'don't be so harsh.' She held out a hand to help me stand.

'He's not wet himself, he's not a baby. Far from it. He's just got a little over excited. I'm not sure if that was the make-up, the baby-doll or being in your room. Can't you smell the difference?' Carmilla bends at the knee and lowers her head, her nose mere centimetres from my groin. Her long hair brushes my chest. She inhales loudly.

The girls looked at each other stupidly.

'What do you mean mum,' Tina asked inquisitively. 'Why are his boxers sobbing wet if he hasn't wet himself?'

Carmilla looked at me, rolled her eyes then to my amazement began to explain.

'Well my dears when a boy gets sexually excited ...'

I couldn't believe it.

The girls giggled.

'His penis stiffens and ejects eggs what we call sperm. Come now girls surely you know that?You've all had sex education lessons.'

They both looked at each other and smirked.

Carmilla held open my boxers so they could all peer inside.

Tina jumped off the bunk and they both gathered round as if examining an exhibit at a school nature lesson.

The two girls continue to mock me. 'What was our pretty girl dreaming of to get her so excited? Did you dance Swan Lake or did you attend a summers ball. Your face looks so pretty?'

I didn't answer I just stood there beside the bed unsure what to do. Eventually Carmilla leads me by the hand to the bathroom. Once inside she stood at the door and stared at me crossly. She was in total control and the kind, understanding smile seemingly vanished from her face. I was ashamed and disgraced. 'You're a naughty, naughty boy', she said in a cold voice looking down at me with disgust. 'Your mother never said you behaved like this. And I specifically said no funny business.'

'I'm sorry,' I mutter as my eyes began to water and my lip began to tremble. 'I'm ever so sorry.'