Chapter 15: The European Connection

We woke up hungry and had some granola bars for lunch and did get cleaned up in the stream. I washed my sister's hairless little pussy thoroughly, to a small climax even. Jane decided she wanted to move on after all. She was not fickle or anything, just ten years old. Off we went, further into the wild. We did not have anymore serious talks, just our typical chatter. What we would have done in books we read, places we wanted to go, if anybody has ever walked where we were walking were the kind of things we talked about.

For two more days we followed that stream off and on. I figured it was time to turn around and Jane lead the way back. We were not quite brave enough to take a different route back though. We did not see another soul from the point we left the river. Our days were filled with exploring and we made love whenever the mood struck us. As horny as we were that was several times a day. I was even getting a bit of an all over tan we were naked so much, my sister had to keep plenty of sun-block on, she just burned and peeled. It was duty I truly enjoyed. My sister slick and naked, I was in heaven.

Upon reaching the river we aired up our tubes and floated for a day. A couple rafts passed us and waved in greeting or called out. Spending another night on the river we decided that we would stop at the next place we saw that looked like it lead to a developed area. As we floated we bumped into a young couple from Denmark. They were college students on vacation and were real friendly. We floated along with them talking hanging onto the side of their canoe. They both had heavy accents but spoke English excellently.

"How long you been here?" Henry, as he insisted we call him, eventually asked.

"This is our seventh day."

"Are there not rapids back that far up the river?"

"We went exploring out of bounds," I grinned at him.

"Ah, that's good, we should do that," he laughed.

"We are about out of food is why we came down."

"Ah yes, your girlfriend could not carry much, yes?"

I was about to correct him when I realized he did not sound upset at all. Maybe Jane only being ten was no big deal there or something. "Yes, and we had to take the bus to get here, I am not old enough to drive yet."

"Yes, you come here before?"

"No, our first time, this has been our longest trip yet."

"This is our last day here too, we are going to California to see the giant redwoods."

"Wow, Jane I want to see those someday."

"Would you like to come with us?"

"Yes, come with us," added Helen, "we have a van."

"That sounds nice but I am not sure we have enough for a bus ride back. We live here in Idaho."

"That is problem, we then go to see the desert."

"We could use a ride into the nearest town though."

"Yes, we will give you lift. We leave today when we get to landing area."

"Thanks."

"How long you two been together," Helen asked.

"Since we were little," Jane answered.

"Childhood sweet hearts who are still children yes," she asked teasingly.

"Yeah," Jane said blushing.

Helen laughed out loud at Jane's blush, "Henry and I were childhood sweethearts too. Now we are married."

"Brett is gonna marry me when I am old enough."

"Yes, that is great, how long you been engaged?"

"Two years," Jane said shyly.

"Two years," Henry questioned showing his surprise.

"Wow, that is young love," Helen commented, "engaged at eight years old. I think it's romantic. We met when we were thirteen and virgins. Henry was my first lover."

Jane turned bright red at that.

"You are lovers yes?"

Jane's blush moved to her chest and shoulders.

"You are careful yes, you are small and could hurt yourself, make it so you can not have children."

Jane looked a little upset at that, I was worried too.

"You do not penetrate to deep do you? Past her barrier deep inside?"

"No, we stop when we feel the bottom. I was not a problem until I got big this year."

"Good, you are a gentle lover? You love her and stop when it hurts. It would hurt her a lot if you went too hard too deep, she is still a little girl down there I bet."

Somehow or another it did not seem wrong and we were not scared to talk to them about our sex life. Something about them made it easy, perhaps we both knew we would not see them again and that made it easier. All I know is that Jane and I really needed to talk to somebody about our sex life. We both wanted validation from some outside source. Jane really took to Helen. She had a head full of questions that I did not have the answer to.

"I get on top now because he is so big. When will I be big enough to get him all the way inside?"

"Your mother doesn't tell you?"

"She doesn't know about it. She would kill us."

"Yes, Americans are repressed about sex. It's a shame. You should be developed enough when you are 13 or so. You never bleed or hurt bad after sex?"

"The first time she bled a little and I don't think she ever hurt bad, we get sore when we do it a lot though."

"Us too," Helen giggled and Henry blushed a little.

"I never hurt, just sore like Brett said sometimes."

"That is good, Brett must be a gentle lover. You are lucky, most girls don't have good lovers. Do you orgasm, when did you start to feel orgasms?"

"Yes, lots of times! I dunno, when I was eight."

"EIGHT!?" They both exclaimed in unison.

"Yeah," Jane said getting nervous.

"You lucky girl, Brett where were you when I was little? You should have gave Henry lessons when we were young," she laughed.

Henry put on a hurt expression and Helen laughed more. "Relax my love, you are a wonderful lover but being able to give an eight year old an orgasm is incredible!"

That comment swelled my head with pride some but it was mostly Jane. She was a sensual little girl. I never felt I was some super lover or anything, I was merely Jane's super lover like she was mine. Jane just drove me to distraction and we simply could not stop ourselves.

"You two have something special like we do, you are lucky like us, don't let it get away," Henry advised us.

"We won't," we promised.

We chatted about Idaho and America and Denmark as we floated. Jane and I held hands most of the time.

When we reached the landing area we packed our tubes up. Henry and Helen had an old VW minibus. Jane and I walked to the restrooms together and had a chance to talk.

"Do you like them?"

"Yeah, its nice we can be together in front of somebody else," she replied.

"I know," wrapping my arm around her, "want to go with them to California? We could just leave Mom another note, get some clothes and money and go."

"Okay."

As we rode down the highway I told Helen and Henry that we would figured out a way to go if they still wanted us to.

"Yes, come with us."

"Okay, if we stop by my house I can get money for a bus ticket back."

"We need to stop at Jane's house yes?"

"No, her Mom knows she will be gone still and if she goes back her Mom may make her stay."

"I see, then we go by your house then and off to California."

I showed them the way once we got in town and we stopped outside our house. They just waited in the van while Jane and I ran inside.

"Swap our clothes out and get a little more while I write another note and get some money." My note said 'Came home, got more clothes and went back camping. Be home in a week or so.' We went back to the van and hopped in.

"All ready," Jane stated.

That evening we decided to get a motel room so we could shower. We chipped in ten dollars and slept on the floor. They took showers separately but Jane and I went in together. I washed her hair. It just hit me then, Jane had never washed her hair herself. I was sort of shocked and pleasantly surprised. We did not linger long, just washed and groped each other a bit and got out. Jane came out wearing a t-shirt of mine and I wore boxers. We laid down on our mats and sleeping bag and said our good nights. It was not long before we heard them kissing and moving around on their bed.

I followed suit, rolling Jane off me and on her back I leaned over her and started loving her. Removing her shirt I started my way down her body, trailing kisses. The room was pitch black and I was going by feel alone. I knew Jane's body better than my own and finally settled between her legs. My sister tilted her hips, offering herself to me. I ran my lips softly over her smooth slit, inhaling her faint scent. I never noticed before but when I worship her little pussy we make noise. My sucking and licking noises and her moans. We heard giggling from the bed and I stopped.

"Don't stop, it is very exciting to listen," Helen said in a husky voice.

Similar sucking sounds started from the bed and a faint moaning. I went right back to where I left off at that point and gently sucked and licked on my sisters hairless sex. Her scent was getting stronger and she was getting real wet, I knew she would cum soon. Being in total darkness I focused on her fragrance and feel more. It was an eye or nose opening experience. Jane stiffened and let out a moan then went limp.