how a 7 year old explains sex?

how a 7 year old explains sex

Body: little carson was 7 years old and like

other boys

his age rather curious. He had been

hearing quite

a bit

about 'making out' from the older boys,

and he

wondered what it was and how it was

done. One

day he took his question to his mother,

who

became rather flustered. Instead of

explaining

things to Carson, she told him to hide

behind the

curtains one night and watch his older

sister and

her boyfriend.

This he did.

The following morning, Carson described

EVERYTHING

to his mother.

"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for

a while,

then he turned off most of the lights.

Then he

started kissing and hugging her. I

figured 'Sis

must be getting sick, because her face

started

looking funny. He must have thought so

too,

because he put his hand inside her

blouse to feel

her heart, just the way the doctor would.

Except

he's not as smart as the doctor because he

seemed to have trouble finding her heart.

I guess

he was getting sick too, because pretty

soon both

of them started panting and getting all

out of

breath. His other hand must have been

cold

because he put it under her skirt. About

this

time 'Sis got worse and began to moan

and sigh

and squirm around and slide down

toward the end

of the couch. This was when her fever

started. I

knew it was a fever, because Sis told him

she felt

really hot. Finally, I found out what was

making

them so sick-a big eel had gotten inside

his pants

somehow. It just jumped out of his pants

and

stood there, about 10 inches long,

honest, anyway

he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from

getting

away. When Sis saw it, she got really

scared-her

eyes got big, and her mouth fell open,

and she

started calling out to God and stuff like

that. She

said it was the biggest one she's ever

seen; I

should tell her about the ones down at

the lake by

our house! Anyway, Sis got brave and

tried to kill

the eel by biting its head off. All of a

sudden she

grabbed it with both hands and held it

tight while

he took a muzzle out of his pocket and

slipped it

over the eel's head to keep it from biting

again. Sis

lay back and spread her legs so she could

get a

scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying

on top of

the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight.

Sis started

groaning and squealing and her

boyfriend almost

upset the couch. I guess they wanted to

kill the

eel by squashing it between them. After a

while

they both quit moving and gave a great

sigh. Her

boyfriend got up, and sure enough, they

killed the

eel. I knew because it just hung there,

limp, and

some of its insides were hanging out. Sis

and her

boyfriend were a little tired from the

battle, but

they went back to courting anyway. He

started

hugging

and kissing her again. By golly, the eel

wasn't

dead! It jumped straight up and started to

fight

again. I guess eels are like cats- they

have nine

lives or something. This time, Sis jumped

up and

tried to kill it by sitting on it. After about a

35

minute struggle, they finally killed the

eel. I

knew it was dead, because I saw Sis's

boyfriend

peel its

skin off and flush it down the toilet.