In high school, Vicki and I were the oldest seniors in our class. We lived in a small community where there were few children nearby, so we became best friends even tough we were related. We had a special private place where we often met.
I had a large old tent that we set up in a clearing in the woods between her house and mine. We stocked it with blankets so that we could go there year-round. Growing up we met there to help each other with homework, etc. Vicki also shared with me the first time she had her period and how angry she was that women had to cope with that on a regular basis.
I also shared with her the first time I unexpectedly got an erection and how awkward I felt about it. We had shared the usual "show me yours and you can see mine" game but agreed not to touch each other because we didn't want to get in trouble.
One day as I got off the school bus, Vicki was already there waiting. She was excited. "Meet me at the tent and hurry!" she said as she rushed off on her bicycle. I threw my books on the kitchen table inside the house, rounded up my bike and followed her. At the clearing, she could hardly wait to tell me something.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yes, and no," she said hurriedly. "I'm okay physically, sort of, but emotionally I'm all worked up."
"About what?"
She got up close to me and almost whispered the words to me. "Last night I heard a banging noise and woke up. It was coming from my parent's room."
"So they were probably just having sex," I said, "no big deal."
"But that's what has me worked up, Will, it was what they were doing."
"What do you mean?"
"My Mom was sitting on my Dad's face, holding on to his head and jerking back and forth so hard that the headboard on their bed banged against the wall!"