Chapter 5: The Promise

My sex life was still just as exciting and new a few months down the road. We had settled down somewhat though. I was the initiator in our games most of the times, but Jane would start them too. She was a seductive little thing. I was bewitched by her. She merely had to look at me a certain way and I was instantly horny. To this day, I marvel at my sister. From our awakening as children to this day, she is the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on. It is as if she has some magical power over me, then and now. I later discovered that I had the same power over her, but the female has an easier time hiding her arousal.

Halloween in 1987 was on a Saturday. We were 12 and 8. I was in 7th grade, middle school, even if it were in the same building as the grade school. The past year has not slacked my desire for Jane in the least; our love was stronger than ever. Not having much exposure to mass media we were delightfully naïve in many ways. The sex was still childish masturbation and dry fucking.

I was a pirate and Jane a princess. We did not get costumes at the store or have Mom make them. Mom was not around much that fall. Our own abilities and those or Mr. and Mrs. G. made for some good costumes. They took a picture of us. We stood on their doorstep holding hands, I was looking down at Jane smiling and she was looking up at me returning my smile. We were not posing or ready yet for the picture, but Mrs. G. snapped it like that. She gave us a copy and teased us saying we looked like we were going to the prom or something from the way we looked at each other. This embarrassed me somewhat, but Jane was nonplussed. It sits on my mantle now framed.

We were always careful in public of showing our affection, but it is hard to disguise the love in your eyes for somebody. I think what made us so special was the fact that we were truly on our own. I was her other half and she mine. Without a parent's involvement, all our love and bonding were directed at the other. We were so tightly wrapped around each other, I am sure if one of us were to die, the other would follow from heartbreak and loneliness, even as young as we were. They say every child needs one source of stability and love, normally that is a parent; we had each other. Jane loved me unconditionally and I her, and we let each other know it. That is all I needed, and Jane later told me that was all she ever wanted or needed too.

There were a few kids trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. We had a good haul. Everybody on our street recognized us and I am sure we got more than the standard fare of candy that night. When we were sorting our stuff that night we found money along with candy. We ended up with about twenty dollars each all said. That was a lot of money for us. We did not get allowances or money from relatives in birthday cards like most kids did, but our elderly neighbors did take up some slack. Jane gave her money to me to hide together. Knowing we would not get much of a chance to spend it at a store we saved all our money like this. I had a coffee can I kept out back in the raspberry jungle. Our fortune was probably close to two hundred dollars now between the two of us. Keeping track of who put what in was not in our nature. What was mine was hers and hers mine. We did not save the money for any particular reason at that age, it just made me feel safer somehow to have it. Jane just gave me hers because she did not know what to do with it, like most eight-year olds. Gifts for birthdays and Christmas were about all we used it for. If we left it out Mom would borrow some, as she put it, but never give it back.

Being in costume led to some interesting games. Jane wanted me to kidnap the princess. I instantly saw the possibilities and was an enthusiastic partner in her game. Jane had a vivid imagination, so did I for that matter, without TV, video games, and movies to entertain us, we had to come up with stuff on our own. I read a lot and read most of my books aloud to Jane, and she read her books aloud to me.

After capturing my princess and running off to my hide out, a table with a sheet thrown over it, I tied my captive up. Our old faded green couch served as my pirate ship. I used a scarf to tie her hands together, she had to cooperate to keep them tied because I could not make it tight. Using my best pirate voice, "now my princess I am going to cook you and eat you!"

"No please don't eat me."

"Oh yes, I haven't had any princess in a long time and I am starving," I leered and proceeded to strip her. "Have to get these clothes out of the way, they ruin the taste."

Once naked I looked my princess over. She had her hands over her head still wrapped loosely in the scarf, her pale pink nipples were hard on her flat chest. Her taught stomach showed her little six-pack of abdominal muscles sloping perfectly flat to the gentle rise of her mound. Her slit was slightly parted with her legs spread about two feet. I could see her stiff little clit poking up from the apex of her folds, and I could see a hint of the entrance to her unexplored womb. "Where to start..." I wondered aloud.