“Bobby do you want…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Jeni had entered her little brother’s room to ask him about dinner, but had instead found in naked from the waist down doing…something!
Now Bobby was scrambling to cover his privates with his bedspread—easily accomplished since, at 13, he didn’t have much to cover.
“GET OUT!” he was shouting.
“Bobby, were you masturbating?” Jeni asked mockingly, quickly finding amusement in the shameful situation.
“No…” Bobby said. He looked bashful, but something in his voice told her it was the truth.
“Then what?” Jeni put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chin as she asked, hoping to strike a pose of authority. At 16, she was certainly older than Bobby. But at 5’2” and barely 85-pounds, she was not the least bit bigger. If Bobby decided to make her get out, there would be nothing she could do to stop him.
However, Bobby didn’t seem to be in a position to put up much of a fight. His eyes involuntarily flicked to the bed. Following his gaze, Jeni saw what appeared to be a tube of toothpaste.