Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder (PGAD) is a real condition which was formally documented a few short years ago. Its main manifestation is causing constant, or near-constant, physical arousal.
My head spun as Lily sat there explaining all of this with precise medical detail. She was an athlete, not a doctor, yet she knew this information with seemingly perfect accuracy.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, baffled by the lecture.
Lily pursed her lips tightly. "Well, apparently my spinal procedure had a few adverse side effects."
She was referring to a minor spinal procedure which resulted from an accident while training. As a hyperactive 19 year old, Lily had fallen in love with competitive horse riding during her spare time. Without going into unnecessary details, she's involved in competitions where the horse would jump obstacles and so forth.
It was fitting for her competitive nature.
Training was going fantastic, until the day she lost control for just a moment. She fell off, and her lower back collided with the ground, requiring a minor procedure to repair a few nerve endings.
An awkward tension rose between us as Lily announced that she had
PGAD,
or whatever the heck that was. Our parents were at work and we were home alone at the family ranch in Colorado thanks to the winter break from college.
"So...you...have that?" I asked cautiously.
Lily gave a shy nod. "A mild case, it seems. The doctors are still going over it and I'm scheduled for a corrective procedure in a few weeks."
The awkwardness still lingered. I mean, what else was I supposed to say? This was all very weird for me (and Lily especially, I'd imagine). A flurry of inappropriate thoughts came to mind, but I tried to push them away. This was my sister, after all. I didn't want to imagine what she'd been going through.
"I'm speechless," was all I managed to say.
"Don't be, because I need your help."
"Sure, anything."
"Anything?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
I gave a joking sigh. "Something tells me I won't enjoy this."
"Be my unofficial partner for a while. At least until my condition gets resolved."
"You don't need a partner to ride a horse," I pointed out.
She pursed her lips again. "It'll be beneficial to have a partner given my injury. For safety, that's all. I'm medically cleared to ride and I want to keep my skills sharp."
"But why not stick with your instructor or training partner?"
"I'd rather avoid using those people until my medical issue gets fixed. In the meantime, I think I'd rather do the workouts outside."
This was puzzling to me. "Why?"
"It's complicated," she answered vaguely.
"Okay, then why not do the light workouts with your trainer? He's the expert on horse riding."
"Because of my condition," she said, pointing to her lower back. "Or maybe I should be pointing somewhere else, like my vagina for instance."
I was shocked by her candor, and she nearly giggled at my expression.
"Okay, that wasn't weird at all," I said sarcastically. "How bad is it? I mean, can't you hide it from your trainer?"
"The thing is, fast or bumpy movements tend to trigger -- you know --- my
PGAD
condition. So obviously if I ride a horse, it'll be super embarrassing."
"What would happen?"
"Orgasm," she said with a straight face.
The awkwardness reached a whole new level. Now there was a sense of medical necessity involved here.
Then it hit me:
"You should skip the upcoming event and wait until next summer's competition," I suggested. "Just rest, relax, and get your issue fixed."
"Skip the event in February?"
"Yeah. Big deal. You're young. There's plenty of time for you to do things like this."
She roared with laughter. "What else am I supposed to do during my winter break? Stay indoors?"
"Well, yeah. That's what normal college students do. Especially when the weather sucks."
"I can adapt to any weather situation."
A typical Lily response, I thought.
I pointed to the window. "It's cold and snowy outside. If you're going to train, I suggest sticking with the facility. Just explain it to your coach. He'll understand. Or you can just try to hide whatever condition you have."
"Oh really?" she asked with crossed arms. "I should explain to the coach that I might cum every time the horse jumps? Maybe I should bring paper towels with me in case I start cumming all over the saddle. Catch my drift?"
The girl had a point. But that raised the obvious question...
"Wouldn't the situation be worse with me, though?" I had to ask. "I mean, you're afraid of having those issues with other people, but not me? It should be the other way around."
She shrugged. "To be honest, I really don't care what you think."
"Gee, thanks. That was nice."
"I'm only joking. Seriously though, I feel more comfortable with you. I've caught you jerking off many times, so I guess this kind of evens things out."
"Oh, right," I blushed.
"Does this mean you're coming?"
"No pun intended, right?"
She laughed, "Guess not. Look, I'm going to ride that horse no matter what. Do you want to ride with me to make sure I don't fall again? Yes or no?"
"Lily," I sighed. "If you're not fully healed, you shouldn't be doing this."
"I'm healed enough. I already have doctor's clearance. It's just...I'd feel safer if someone was riding with me. You know, to have someone literally watching my back during my first training session since the incident."
Her voice softened during that last part and her eyes were like puppy dog eyes. It was her way of putting me on a guilt trip. And you know what? It always worked. Lily put on a cute face to match her bubbly personality, and no one could possibly turn her down.
"Fine," I sighed. "When do you want to do it?"
She smiled, "Right now. Let's do it before mom or dad get home. They'll freak out if they saw me doing jumps."
That last part instantly rattled me.
"Jumps? With your condition?"
"Yeah, sure," she replied.
"Let me get this straight. You have
PGAD
and you're going to do jumps? Seriously?"
She winked, "What's the worst that can happen?"
"Please tell me this is a joke."
She breathed a long sigh. "You think I'd research all this stuff to play a joke on you? Believe me, having you hold my back isn't on my wishlist. Trust me, this is a necessity."
"But what happens when your
PGAD
kicks in during the ride?"
"What's the matter? Never given a girl an orgasm before?"
I tensed. "Sure I have. Plenty."
"Then the problem is?"
Clearly, she didn't understand the potential (and apparently very likely) danger that we'd be headed into. But then again, that's Lily for you. She's fearless. A risk taker. A thrill seeker. Often times she'd do things without fully thinking them through. Sometimes it would work. Sometimes not.
This seemed like one of those times where she was headed towards a bizarre conclusion (and with me of all people!). Nevertheless, this was her passion in life, and she wasn't going to spend the rest of the holiday break from college sitting around doing nothing at home.
"Let's hope this goes smoothly," I said.
She smiled, "We'll see."
"Have you actually ridden a horse since you were diagnosed with, whatever it was called?"
"Actually, not yet. We'll see how it goes. I mainly notice the effects of the condition when I'm riding in a car, or random moments throughout the day."
I gave her an alarmed look. "Don't you think it could be dangerous for you to ride a horse then? This would be way bumpier than a car ride."
"Don't be a pussy," she said bluntly.
"It's your decision," I said, giving up. "But if things get humiliating for you, that's your problem. Remember, you were the one who asked for this."
"And I thank you for it. I'll tell you what; if I place in the top 3 for the competition, I'll give you half my winnings."
"I can't accept that. It's all yours."
"Then I'll buy you burgers," she offered.