Chapter 4: Discovery

Mom was not home when we went in. It did not look as if she came home last night either; nothing new for us. We spent the day goofing around outside in the back. Being lovers did not really change our normal interaction. She has always been my friend, playmate, and partner in my schemes. We just had some sexy moments now in the mix. Granted, we went through phases where we simply could not get enough of each other. Our sexuality was like the tide, it ebbed and flowed but was always there.

Laying on my back in our little pool with Jane laying on top of me while I idly caressed her soft skin, I looked up at the big old oak tree near the bank. I decided to make a swing. All I needed was to find some rope. Pushing Jane off me, "Lets make a swing."

"Okay!"

"We need lots of rope."

"Rope?"

"Yeah," stopping getting dressed I pointed to a branch about thirty feet or so up.

"Wow!"

I found some rope, but it would never work. I was getting discouraged when Jane piped up, "Lets go ask Mr. Giovanni."

We ran across the street and one over. Mr. and Mrs. Giovanni had two grand kids who lived in Florida and adopted us as replacements for the other 360 some odd days of the year. He was in his shop in the back puttering around. To a kid, it seemed he had everything imaginable in his shop.

"Mr. G, can we have some rope," Jane rushed out.

"Rope? What kind of rope?"

"For a swing," I said.

"Hmmm, I have some rope here somewhere..." he muttered to himself and began the search. We dove right into his mess and started looking too. He pulled out some but said, "Nope, too old and skinny I would think."

Several minutes later we heard an "Aha," and looked to see Mr. G. pulling length after length of a heavy rope almost as thick as my wrist. "Perfect, what do you think?"

I just gave him a hug on his back as he pulled more down from the rafters. That rope was heavy. I couldn't get it across the street. Jane ran for our red wagon while Mr. G. asked, "How are you going to get this up in your tree?"

"I dunno..."

"Want some help," he asked with a twinkle in his eye. I just nodded vigorously. Mr. G. coiled it up and tossed it in the wagon Jane brought back. Jane didn't bat an eye when he followed us over. We were not allowed visitors, but Mr. G. did not count in our eyes. He was one of the very few adults we trusted. He always told us we reminded him of him and his sister when they were kids.

Upon going in the back yard he made no comment on the wildness of it, he did not even seem to notice. At the tree he looked up and said, "That's a good tree for a swing." We smiled and nodded.

"Can you climb up there Brett?"

"Yeah but not carrying that rope."

"Here's what you do..." He then tied several lengths of the skinny old rope we found in our garage laying out by the tree together and then tied on end to my foot and the other to the big rope. "Climb and pull it up after you."

"Okay." Up I went, just like the squirrel he said I was. Straddling the branch high up I pulled it up after me; it was even heavy this way. Mr. G. coached me from the ground how to tie it. He had me use the skinny rope to tie the big one secure after it was wrapped and twisted around. He had me move off that branch then he tugged and pulled hard on it to make sure it would stay. "That'll do," he declared. "Who's first?"

"Jane." I said. For that I got one of her smiles. It was truly a great swing. Mr. G. Tied a big knot at the bottom to sit on, and I pushed Jane as hard as I could. It was pretty high until Mr. G. gave her a push. She sailed to the clouds screaming in delight. Mr. G. stayed and pushed us for a while before he left with thanks and hugs from us both.