“Your boyfriend?” William got to his feet and yelled down at the top of his sister’s head. “YOUR BOYFRIEND? YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND, NAOMI!” He saw her shrink into herself and he heard her crying again. He realized he was yelling at her more out of jealousy than out of anger. How was it that his little sister had lost her virginity before him, and he was a boy and closer to being able to date than she was?!?!?

“I know, but all the girls liked him and he liked me,” she said through sniffles and sobs.

“Mi-Mi, we used to tell each other everything! You know everything about me! Everything! Now you’re keeping secrets from me?!?! Mother explicitly told us both we could not have boyfriends or girlfriends until we are 16 years old. Now you’re telling me that not only do you have a boyfriend, you’re letting him put his penis inside your vagina?!?!”

“It was only one ti… Wait a minute. What?” Naomi stopped crying and turned her swollen eyes up to look at her brother. She was confused.

“What do you mean, “What?”! You heard me. You’re letting some little boy put his penis in your vagina, and you don’t even come talk to me before you do that!” William dropped back to the floor with his legs crossed in front of him Native-American style. His shoulders were hunched down and his chin was on his chest.

“Wait a minute. I didn’t let him put his penis in my vagina.” Naomi wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

“Don’t start lying to me now, Naomi. That’s the only way you could be pregnant.”

“What? Wait a minute. That’s not what that song said.”

“What song, Naomi?” William was getting annoyed with her.

“Remember that one we snuck and listened to on the station Mother won’t let us play? The guy said over and over ‘Let me put it between your thighs, so we can make a baby with my nose and your eyes.’ That’s what Kenny did. He put his penis between my thighs and this white stuff came out of his penis and he wasn’t wearing a condom. I got up fast and wiped it off, but I don’t think I got it off fast enough. When I got home, there was still some of it on my thigh dried up and soaking into my skin. Why are you laughing?” Naomi couldn’t see William’s face, but she saw his shoulder’s vibrating like he was sitting in a paint mixer. She frowned and crossed her arms in a huff.

“I’m sorry, little mama. Oops. I mean… I forgot you don’t want me to call you little mama right now,” William was trying to stop laughing, but he couldn’t get himself under control.

“STOP LAUGHING AT ME, WILLIAM! MOTHER IS GOING TO KILL ME AND YOU’RE SITTING HERE LAUGHING AT ME! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!?! STOP IT! I HATE YOU! IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Naomi popped up from the chair and tried to dash past William, but he grabbed her arm and wrestled her to the floor, hugging her playfully and still laughing. Naomi struggled against him, but William continued to hold her and laugh.

“Woooo! Mi-Mi! Woooo. Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute! Woooo! OK, I’m going to stop, I promise. Woooo. For real. Give me a minute,” and William leaned to the side, taking an obviously livid Naomi over with him, in waves of laughter. Naomi struggled to get away from him, more angry than upset at this point.

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