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A cross-cultural misunderstanding

... witch?” I asked. “Well, like a witch,” Rita said. “A slut, a ho,” the lighter girl said and giggled. “Dirty!” her sister said. “That's right, dirty.” “Just one man, but men make enough for two.” “Two girls?” I asked. “We're yours now. We belong to you.” Rita, the lighter-skinned girl, held up our hands, which were still tied together. “We live with mom, but we can come over your house.” “When you want,” Rita said. “But we have to suck it and swallow it every day.” “Both of us,” the Sue said and giggled. “Both of us,” her sister said. “Mom thought that you knew.” “You gave us gifts and helped us with our homework.” At home, afterward, I read some cultural anthropology online. Every people assumes that other peoples think pretty much the way that they do. I guess that their culture believes that a girl has to ingest cum to become a woman. I found a culture in New Guinea where the people believe boys become men by the same mechanism, by ingesting the cum of unmarried men, men who are virgins. Once a man has had sex with a woman, his cum becomes harmful to boys. I could understand how such a belief system could get started, like girls back in the 60's who believed that guys could get seriously injured by “blue balls,” even crippled for the rest of their lives. If you don't swallow my cum, men told girls, you'll never become women. After a while, everyone really does believe it. People in all cultures believe things that are not true. I had given the girls candy, cookies and ice ...

... cream. I had helped them. Gift giving part of courtship rituals everywhere, so their mother had thought that I putting myself forward as the man who would donate his cum so that they'd become women. “You can't tell anyone,” I whispered. “It's a secret?” Sue asked. “Our secret. In America, we're not supposed to talk about, you know, like masturbation.” “That's gross!” the light-skinned girl, Rita, said, and her sister nodded. “Masturbation?” “A girl shouldn't do that,” Rita said vehemently. “She shouldn't?” I asked. “She'll become ugly,” Sue said. “Become a witch?” I asked and caught myself smirking. “Her yeetaht does that for her.” “Yeetaht?” I asked. “You're our yeehaht now,” the lighter-skinned girl said. “You can touch us, if we deserve it, if we please you.” “That's right,” her sister said. “A girl who gets touched by her yeetaht is a happy girl,” Sue said. “I bet,” I said. “You'll do that, American yeetahts do that, right?” Rita asked “Masturbate you, finger you?” “Please? You don't have to, but please?” her sister asked. “Mom said it's so good.” “Girls who get touched that way become beautiful girls,” Rita said. “But only by their yeehaht.” I could guess what happened to girls who let other men touch them. “You'll have to untie me and take the rest of your clothes off.” “Naked?” the lighter-skinned girl asked and giggled nervously. “He's an American. They do it different,” her sister said. “A girl only gets naked for her husband,” Rita said. I guess that a yeetaht isn't ...