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Mirrors
by Emerald (no address supplied)
***
A brother and sister grow up in a late 18th century
household in an unloving and strict atmosphere. They
naturally cling to each other and eventually become
more that what would be considered normally fond of
each other. (MF, reluc, voy, inc, beast)
***
CHAPTER 1: The Stage and the Actors
Looking back I think the best way to describe the
family in which I was born, as proper and uneventful on
the surface, but quietly raging, seething and festering
just beneath it. In any case, this went for my parents
and to a lesser extent my older brother. It now is more
than obvious to me that my parents did not love
themselves, let alone each other.
They must have lived in almost constant anguish of
feelings of guilt and retribution, given in by their
respective religious interpretations and the
fashionable norms and values that their social circle
imposed on them. My father was an unfriendly, demanding
man who was more successful than liked, whose main
quality was persistence and whose main skill was that
of forceful acquisition of whatever took his fancy, my
mother included.
His favorite school of thought was to compare life with
a balance-sheet, and he would state so with frequently
with authority and somber satisfaction. Needless to say
that he earned a pretty penny as a businessman. Of
course this was not necessarily seen as uncommon or
particularly unfavorable in late to post-Victorian
America.
My mother must at one time in her life have been sweet
and caring, but various reasons had turned her into a
sickly, bitter, but power-hungry product of the
marriage with my father. She had displayed a constant
attitude of dissatisfaction and frustration that
permeated from just about everything she did, said or
had influence in.
From what I know now, this is not surprising
considering to what indignity and suffering she had
been subjected to. She obviously disgusted men and
everything that even remotely had to do with bodily
functions, which she referred to as being bestial.
In any case, she apparently wanted to extend these
views to her offspring and demanded strict compliance
to her views by all of us in general, and my younger
sister in particular. Of course I didn't understand
this until much later, but I grudgingly complied with
the in my view ridiculous idiosyncrasies of Victorian
life and the strict limits this set on my behavior.
That is, until I found my way around them.
My younger sister Miranda Melinda, I affectionately
called her Mim was a quiet and very sensitive girl who
had all the features that pointed to our Irish origin.
Fair skinned with rich black hair and large striking
eyes that depending on her mood seemed to vary between
a beautiful dark blue under normal circumstances, and a
sparkling green when happy, excited or emotional. Set
in a beautiful hart-shaped face with high cheekbones
they were the true windows to her soul. We were as
close as our mother's draconian decency, combined with
our father's near pugilistic enforcement of this,
allowed and us to be. This must have given us that
special bond that set us aside from the rest of the
family, and it eventually gave us our own domain of
play, talk and thought that eluded most everyone else.
I grew up to be a boy to which on the outside, the word
'medium' came to mind; medium built, modest features,
brown hair, quick brown eyes, and for the rest nothing
to write home about. This suited me fine and as soon as
I saw the merit of it.
I worked to keep it this way while working on the
inside to keep and improve my edge and strength for
unforeseen situations. It became my way of life to
build my strength whilst keeping my diminutive guise.
My quick mind and my analytical skills made this an
easy task.
CHAPTER 2: Homes and Places
We moved to a new home.
Today that would be something that is regarded fairly
normal, but at the time that this took place it was a
major event, and for me this was exiting and just plain
fun. The year was 1916. There was war in Europe, and
President Woodrow Wilson is, be it screaming and
kicking, dragged into an allied pact with Great
Britain, France, and Italy against Germany and Turkey.
My father, owner of a big government contractor that
was to supply the expeditionary force in Europe,
decided that he had to look for a more suitable abode.
Not that our old home was a modest dwelling by any
standard or stretch of the imagination, but why not
move on to bigger and better things when opportunity
smiles. Or so he must have thought.
Frankly speaking and looking back, I think that the
move was mostly due to the fact that my parents were
thoroughly fed up with each other. Since divorce was
simply not done at the time, they had to find another
solution to keep themselves from bashing each other's
head in. Apparently the thought was that more room
would allow for likewise more civility, whilst
maintaining the appearance of blissful family life to
the outside world. Keeping up appearances was the
keyword for these early post-Victorian days.
The net-result of this dysfunctional, but on the whole
prosperous family-life was that each of us lived within
our own clearly defined spheres of interest, where
interaction was limited to the bare necessities of
compliance to basic civility and courtesy.
Transgressions were discouraged, and our own individual
properties and activities made us live together as
separately as is humanly possible under one roof.
As it goes in life, differences hardly ever remain
unnoticed and the natural order of things dictates that
sooner or later they stand out and have their effect
all that are even remotely involved. It only needs a
catalyst to upset the status quo and bring about the
start of a chain of events and interactions of people
think that I was somewhat instrumental to the
inevitable catalysis, because I was always interested
to have my fingers in as many pies as was feasible
within the limits of propriety and without sacrificing
my own independence. Should you so desire, you can view
me as the wise guy that every family appears to have.
I, Francis Theodore, was 14 years of age and middle
child with a 6 years older brother Jarvis Seamus, and a
2 years younger sister Miranda Melinda.
My younger sister, as dearly as I loved her, did not
nearly have the intellectual and/or recreational value
to satisfy my early adolescent interests. As it stood,
she was not generally interested in my activities,
which mostly took place outside of the house and
likewise, I was not into the 'girly' kind of things
that younger sisters used to prefer to busy themselves
with at the time that this all took place.
As for Jarvis, being 6 years older than I was made him
view me with a prevailing attitude that can best be
described as mildly condescending with complete
disinterest. We navigated through life on completely
different courses much like ships passing in the mist.
The war provided Jarvis the opportunity to escape his
faltering academic performance as well as the social
and matrimonial stranglehold that my parents had
prepared for him. My father had, thoroughly and at
times hard-handedly, earmarked him for succession in
business and mother had staked out her claim on a young
daughter of a suitably wealth and lineage as her
daughter-in-law to be.
Jarvis in turn, was scared stiff of both prospects,
since he possessed neither ambition nor appetite for a
power-position in business or in marriage. He decided
to grasp the chance to escape with both hands and feet.
I guess I can't blame him. Father's business seemed to
constantly teeter on the brink of legality and required
prolonged and convoluted legal support efforts.
Furthermore my parents' example of marital bliss was
hardly an appealing one.
Besides this, and as far as I could determine, the
selected young lady was rich by any standard, but also
slightly aesthetically challenged and of an overly
'hungry' attitude towards male company in general and
that of poor Jarvis in particular. In short Jarvis
joined the Army and would make off to France as an
Officer in the 1st Infantry division, as soon as was
practicable as seen in the light of decency and his
proficiency in martial skills.
Of course we were all dreadfully jolly proud of him,
and all that.
I was in a fairly comfortable position where hardly
anyone took notice of my actions and whereabouts. This
suited me fine because the marital squabbles of my
parents were not my piece of cake and only interested
me if and when my person was involved in more than a
peripheral fashion.
The new house was not new at all and besides being big
it had at first glance few other redeeming values. It
was a huge and of the Victorian and Gothic mongrel-
monstrosity variety in the style of 'Baldric the
Maniac' meets 'Icabod the unsavory'.
Upon closer inspection however, I was not entirely
displeased with it. The rooms were spacious and there
were lots of them. There was a huge basement with many
doors, nooks and crannies that seriously required my
exploring, and the attic appeared to be a young boy's
paradise where previous generations of inhabitants had
conveniently left a lot of 'Stuff' that required my
attention and scrutiny.
In a time where Radio was still an exercise of the
imagination of inventors and scientists, and television
only existed in the feverish deliriums of the insane
and drunks, that was about the most exiting
entertainment that I could expect in life at that age.
Even my parents appeared mildly pleased and seemed
almost civil to each other, now that they each had
their own wing of the mansion and only were forced to
meet at external social occasions or domestic
emergencies.
My sister made general but benign nuisance out of
herself by un-ladylike running around. She went from
room to room, claiming each room that she saw as an
improvement over the ones that she claimed previously.
She finally settled for the nice room with a beautiful
view over the city and the river right over the
entrance of the house. Hers was by far the friendliest
room in the house with beautifully paneled walls,
finely carved woodwork, and a more than 8 feet tall
mirror that seemed to be part of the paneling.
The candelabra that hung from the ceiling, was very
simple and elegant in design. The light reflected and
refracted from the crystal petals in such a way that
everywhere in the room there were spots of light. Tiny
little rainbows played across the finely carved
woodwork as if it was it were made for her. The room
breathed an atmosphere of deliberate yet sweet
femininity that somehow suited her very well.
It was also next to mine, which definitely had a more
utilitarian feeling about it. The paneling was made
with clean straight lines, and it lacked the elaborate
carvings except for statuettes of stylized animals in
the corners of the molding. It had a balcony of sorts
and had lots of closet-space, that I needed to store my
'Stuff', of which I had lots. Apparently, the previous
owners put much emphasis on appearance since my room
also was equipped with the more than life-size built-in
mirror.
In his absence, poor Jarvis was not able to assert his
preferences, and therefore was assigned to what must
have been the study 'en suite', which is French for two
rooms separated by pocket-doors. One being the study,
the other obviously being private quarters. His rooms
had a sense of romantic melancholy over them, much like
himself and I was sure that he would like it if and
when he would return from his European adventures.
CHAPTER 3: Above and Beyond
For me life was good. Since I was educated 'at home' I
had plenty of time to launch my exploratory
expeditions. One of the first things that I undertook,
while the hustle and bustle of the move was still going
on, was to ascertain my access to the library. A very
specific part of the library, that is.
In our previous house, my father had established a
fairly well stocked library, mostly to impress his
friends and cronies with, but as I found out, also for
his own entertainment. To this end there was a closed
book-cabinet with doors and a lock that contained his
private literary collection.
With the skillful application of one of my sister's
hairpins, I had gained access to this clearly forbidden
section and by virtue of the found materials I was well
versed in the theories of inter-human relations,
sexuality and lust. Chaucer, Dante Allegieri, Homerus,
Plinius, Mark Twain, De Sade and Sir Richard Francis
Burton to name but a few, clearly had added to my
already sound and classical education.
Some of the material was rather graphic in nature and
the fairly extensive collection of photographs, still a
novelty at the time, provided me with a clear
topographical grasp of the human, mostly female,
anatomy. The contemporary preferences and techniques
'behind closed doors', as well as their pitfalls and
potential hazards held no secrets for me and it is safe
to assume that I was in this respect several street-
lengths ahead of my age group.
With mischievous glee, I estimated that I even had
quite an edge on my older brother Jarvis who was
apparently not quite as inquisitive as yours truly,
since I found no evidence of his interest in the
matter. Needless to say that the rest of the well
intended, moralistic and utterly insipid contents of
the open bookshelves were regarded by me as 'filler'
and therefore hardly worthy of my attention.
The hairpin still worked fine, and with that important
issue resolved, and quietly thanking my dear little
sister, I felt free to fully dedicate my attention to
the attic.
I loved being in the attic. It had a romantic and
mysterious feeling about it with its vast collection of
clothing chests, boxes, crates and stored furniture and
things that in places were stashed all the way up to
the rafters. It also provided access to the small rooms
at the top of the two towers that flanked the house
entrance and ran all the way up to rooftop-level.
One of the rooms appeared locked, but here the trusty
hairpin proved again invaluable. The door apparently
had been closed for many years and unlike its
counterpart this tower-room was accessed through a
short passage of about 10 feet. The room appeared to be
empty, but something seemed odd about it and it took me
until much later to figure out. Giving it not further
immediate thought, I dedicated my attention to the
other partitions of the cavernous space that ran all
across the square layout of the house.
Weaving around piles of boxes and miscellaneous items,
occasionally stopping to examine things that caught my
attention for one reason or the other, I wandered
around until I found myself back to where I started.
Repeating the operation, now paying attention as to
where I was and where I was going, I noticed that a
part of the attic was missing, meaning that a part was
shut off and made inaccessible to the average visitor.
This peaked my attention and I started pacing out
dimensions and estimating positions and bearings.
Scribbling on a piece of paper, and applying my math
skills, I figured that an area of roughly 1500 square
feet, smack in the middle of the attic was unaccounted
for.
Crisscrossing the attic I ran into wood-paneled walls
that ran all the way up to the rafters. At regular
intervals there was vertical molding and at one point I
found a gaslight fixture sticking out of the wall that
did not make any sense to me at all.
It was getting dark anyway, and I decided to light it
since it looked as if it was still good enough to be
used, the glow-wick and glass cover dusty but intact. I
struck a match, turned on the valve, and while doing so
inadvertently pushed on one the scarcely clad ladies
that appeared to be part of the ornamentation. I then
was startled nearly to the point of wetting my pants.
With a muffled clunk, one of panel sections receded
about 4 inches. Softly rumbling as if it rolled on
wooden rollers or bearings, it slid sideways, leaving
an opening or doorway into a dimly lit room with
windows on the far side that were frosted over with
dust, grime and cobwebs.
Recovering from my scare and softly mumbling some
unholy incantations I peeked inside and carefully I
entered the room. When I was about two feet into the
room the panel rolled shut and receded back into the
wall, thus for the second time jolting my nerves. I
felt somewhat excited, so as to avoid descriptions like
'being terrified out of my wits', and turned around to
find my way out again.
Next to, what now appeared as a normal door, was
another gaslight fixture, identical to the one outside.
Upon manipulation of the equally revealing female
figurine, and to my not insignificant relief, the
entryway slid open again. I found that tripping the
doorstep closed the door.
After making sure that all worked smoothly by repeating
the operation of opening and closing a couple of times,
I first lit the lamp inside the room, extinguished the
one outside, and returned into the room while closing
the entryway behind me. I was rapidly overcoming my
first excitement and gleefully realized that this was a
secret room with me, to my knowledge, the only person
aware of its existence. This effectively and rightfully
made it my territory, and I decided to further
investigate my newly found realm. The room was square
and covered roughly half the missing attic-space.
Directly opposite to the entry there was another door
with a window on each side. The floor consisted of bare
wooden planks, a well-worn, dusty but by no means
tattered rug covered most of it, and in the middle of
the rug was a table with several wooden chairs around
it. The table was cluttered with dust-covered books,
papers, a dried out inkwell, a bottle and a glass and
several pens and pencils. Along the left wall were
cabinets containing books, instruments and clothing,
neatly stacked and ordered as if with military
precision.
The right wall had a double bed, night-stands with
candles upon them and 2 narrow doors, one on each side
of the bed, and each with the by now familiar gaslight
fixture next to it. I decided to leave those doors for
what they were for the time being, and look around
further.
Next to the entry there was a panel with pipes sticking
out of it. Each pipe had a carefully and neatly
enameled plate, describing what appeared to be rooms
and localities in the house, all pipes were carefully
plugged with a each a closely fitting brass cover. On
one side of the pipe panel was a map of the house,
finely drafted in black ink with the different rooms
described in a fine precise handwriting.
On the other side of the entryway was a small washbasin
with a single brass faucet that upon my trying, first
gurgled, then spat out a stream of rusty and blackened
muck, which after leaving it running for a while turned
to clear normal water.
Whoever had occupied and used this room was no slouch
and apparently left it the last time expecting to
return to it and finish the glass that was sitting next
to the bottle on the table. Its contents by now long
gone and replaced by a fine layer dust.
Despite the dust, cobwebs and general appearance of age
and abandonment, the whole room made a meticulous and
neat impression on me, and I was going to keep it that
way, I told myself. I normally like things tidy and
made a mental note to bring a broom and rags the next
time I would visit my newly found kingdom.
I noticed that was entirely dark outside, and decided
to test the tube panel to figure out what was going on
in the rest of the house. More specifically, I was
interested in what the status of diner was, so I
plucked the cover off the tube labeled 'Kitchen'.
I was greeted with dim but clear noises normal to the
Kitchen operation. Rattling pot and pans, the hearty
cursing and swearing of our giant black cook Joseph,
and the familiar whining of our equally formidable
maidservant Miss Biggle.
Then I tried the tube saying; 'Dining Area' and there
was the grumbling, growling voice of my father who was,
as normal, arguing with my mother who in turn quipped
back with her familiar, precise, clipped and razor
sharp remarks. The fact that I could hear without being
seen or even be present and the opportunities that this
presented to me clearly outlined themselves in my mind
and highly amused me.
The general nature of the conversation changed from the
customary skirmishes to more practical matters clearly
indicating that diner was imminent and the presence of
my sister and me would soon be expected. I reluctantly
and wistfully closed the pipes, extinguished the gas-
lamp, opened the entryway, and left for my room to
clean myself up and prepare for participation in the
evening meal.
CHAPTER 4: Clear vision
Joseph our tremendous cook, stable-hand, and general
factotum, was slightly amazed and highly amused when I
asked him for cleaning materials, like brushes, a
broom, and a bucket with mop.
Sheepishly smiling, thanking him and giving some
hogwash answers to his inquiries, I made off to the
attic. On the way up I picked up a couple of blankets
and bed-sheets that I thought to fit the bed in the
attic. I carefully kept from being observed or followed
to the hidden room, went into it and closed the door
before making light.
I and started cleaning. Without having to go into
details about the cleaning process itself, it suffices
to say that I got to know my new hidey-hole very well
that first night, but after that it was clean.
Not 'Eat-from-the-floor' clean, but good 14/15-year-
old-boy clean, which in my case was appropriate and
therefore good enough. I decided to keep the cleaning
stuff up here because it was handy, nobody would miss
them anyway, and if they did; things get lost when you
move, so get over it.
I put the stuff from the table in a box and shoved it
under the bed for the time being and for future
reference. I closed the cabinets, although I, kind of,
sort of, wanted to go through them, but decided to
check out the other doors that I had not tried yet.
First I tried the door with flanked by the windows on
the south side of the room. It was not locked, and it
led to a gravel and moss covered roof-area that was
fully enclosed and hidden from sight by the rest of the
roof-line so that it would be impossible to be seen
from anywhere else but straight up.
I thought that this was neat because it allowed me be
to be outside practically whenever it took my fancy in
whatever I cared to wear, even be stark raving naked.
Having cleaned the windows from the inside I also
mopped the outside so that I could at least look
through them.
I then proceeded to study the map on the panel with the
pipes and looked up the hidden room to figure out
whether the doors were shown. It took me a while, but
when I finally realized what I was looking at, it made
my mouth go dry and sent shivers up and down my spine.
Through an intricate network of hollow walls, passages,
with trapdoors, and what I thought to be sliding
panels, I could go practically anywhere in the house
without being seen. The mirrors, as present in most
every room of the house apparently had some function in
this whole setup as well and the basement had several
entryways. There was also an outside access so as to be
able to discreetly leave and enter the house.
The outside carriage-house was connected through a
tunnel that ended in what I knew to be one of the
closets that, as far as I knew, was in use by Joseph to
store the gardening tools. Again my admiration went out
to the person who must have spent tremendous time and
effort to design, work out, and create this
infrastructure. The door on the left side of the bed
gave access to the network of passages to the rest of
the house, while the door on the right was marked on
the map as; "WC/GUNS".
Relieved to find that there apparently had been thought
of the mundane functions of bodily relief, I first went
there, because I had an urgent private matter to attend
to. Opening the door by means of the by now very
familiar female figurines was no problem. Though dark
and smelling very musty the small room or closet
contained the expected porcelain stool with a rather
straightforward looking brass bucket that apparently
was to be used after performing 'business'. Having done
so I applied it to its intended function.
Built into the walls of the closet were shallow
cabinets that upon opening showed me a collection of 13
revolvers in the left cabinet and the right cabinet
contained 6 rifles, three of which I recognized as
Sharp's and the three remaining ones were Winchesters.
I noticed on the bottom of the cabinets there were wax-
sealed tin boxes that contained cartridges, percussion
caps and cleaning tools for the respective weapons.
Though the weapons had spots of rust here and there,
for the better part they looked as if ready for use.
There was enough firepower and ammunition there to
start a small civil war.
Just to be certain, I checked the individual pieces and
took out any ammunition that was in there. There were
only one revolver and one Winchester that contained
rounds and complying with the apparent neatness and
discipline, I stashed the retrieved cartridges in their
corresponding boxes.
By now it must have been late, very late. Although I
wanted to continue my exploration, I thought it better
to avoid suspicion and go back downstairs and mingle
with the rest of the family, drink the obligatory cup
of tea, swallow my daily cod-liver oil, and go to bed.
Over the next couple of months, I restlessly attended
the normal education sessions together with my sister,
after which I invariably and would go off to my room to
do my homework.
I had found a way to circumvent suspicion while
performing my domestic explorations by feigning
terrible fatigue and claiming to go to bed early so
that I could spend as much time in my hidden realm as I
pleased. Nobody checked on me, nobody asked any further
questions and I was happy as a clam while charting out
and exploring the extensive hidden network.
One of the things that I found out was that the mirrors
in the rooms performed a double function besides their
obvious one. They were both hidden doors and see-
through panels so that a person could observe the rooms
from within the hidden passage-ways without being seen.
Also each mirror had its own listening pipe from which
conversations in the rooms could be conveniently
monitored.
My devious mind came up with many possible uses of
these features, although I have to admit that it took
me a while to set aside the decency instilled in me by
my Victorian upbringing so far.
It was not before my confidence and belief in the
Victorian ethics and morals was badly bruised, that I
felt released from my moral constraints. Something
happened that made me abandon these and fell free to
apply whatever means, short of immediate physical
abuse, to further my causes as they presented
themselves.
I guess that I reverted to a time-adjusted version of
Machiavellism. An attitude that served me well in the
decades that were to come. It still does, be it in a
milder, kinder and more mature manner than it did then,
when raging hormones combined with the brash
uncompromising drive of adolescence ruled my life.
CHAPTER 5: Revelations and Gathering of Spirits
Our daily lessons were attended under the unwavering
attention and unblinking eye of our sour but excellent
teacher Mrs. Barnacle who at one time in life must have
been almost human, but by now had developed
distinctively lizard-like characteristics, though her
crustacean name suggested otherwise.
She was possibly the least lovable woman that I ever
laid eyes upon. This, combined with her apparent
dislike of everything male, to which she referred to as
base and vile, made me wonder how and, if so, under
what circumstances she had reproduced. I knew that she
had a son and a daughter who were both older than
myself, but I was totally oblivious of the existence of
a lawful and reproductively required counterpart of
her. The mere thought of her performing reproductive
acts, and the resulting imagery that came to mind, made
me shudder.
The old bat clearly favored my little sister, and where
she could do no wrong, I generally found myself at the
receiving end of her wrath. She had it in for me. Well
you live and learn, as they say, and I had adjusted to
an attitude of 'Rolling-with-the-punches'.
Her personal likes and dislikes aside, she did a good
job of teaching us and I had gained mastery of most
subjects that she, be it sometimes hard-handedly, had
brought to our attention.
Biology was clearly not her forte.
This was possibly due to the fact that she could
potentially end up having to explain the 'Base and
vile' aspects of life in general and those of human
life in particular. However, at one point she had to
bite the bullet and explain to us the pomps and works
of several biological mechanisms, floral reproduction
in plants being one of them.
It was during this memorable session that our dogs
Sargent and Lizzy, who
normally would accompany us during the study sessions,
saw the 'holy light',
both got restless and started sniffing and licking each
other in most obvious places. Sargent was clearly
agitated and showed off his red and swollen
reproductive implement, while Lizzy made whimpering
noises of desire and put her behind up in the air with
her tail to one side.
This all happened behind Mrs. Barnacle's back, and
although she must have been fully aware of the
situation she chose to ignore this potentially volatile
constellation of events. At one point she could no
longer feign ignorance and attempted to evict both
clearly lusty animals from the study.
Alas, it was too late. With a lustful grin on his face
Sargent first mounted, then entered and proceeded with
pumping motions into Lizzy who in turn loudly exclaimed
her approval. My sister and I viewed this revealing and
highly educational display. My sister watched it with
wide open eyes and seemingly innocent lack of
understanding, whereas I did so with mild interest and
feigned boredom.
For at least 5 full seconds Mrs. Barnacle stood there
speechless. Then she exploded. With a voice that I
before only had heard at the fish-market she shrieked:
"You... You... You FILTHY Satan's breed, you despicable
fornicating maniac... Stop that, Stop that Hear you,
you abomination..." On and on she went. She clearly
only addressed Sargent, who with apparent pleasure and
with ultimate abandon, not to mention total disregards
for Mrs. Barnacle's protestations, was working on his
posterity.
Mrs. Barnacle, seeing that her verbal efforts
apparently lacked the quality of command then proceeded
with sterner measures by applying her much hated rattan
cane to Sargent. The fact that Sargent was a big black
Labrador whose thick healthy coat of fur probably
prevented him from feeling very much from the intended
abuse, did not matter very much to me. I just happened
to love that dog, and the sight of someone trying to
hit him with a stick made me go livid with anger.
"Mrs. Barnacle please contain yourself!" I shouted. I
stood up, gripped Mrs. Barnacle's arm, took the rattan
cane out of her shuddering hand, and broke it into
pieces over my knee. "You will NOT hit our dogs!" I
growled, and proceeded to drive it home to her by
continuing with a sneering: "I find your display of
total lack of control highly unbecoming, and would
suggest that you will abstain from using this
objectionable language in front of my dear sister!"
Despite the intended abuse and the verbal altercations,
Sargent had finished his task and both he and Lizzy
were now standing butt to butt, joined by Sargent's
organ that was still tightly lodged in Lizzy's tightly
cramped gender. They both stood there, panting, and
sheepishly blinking at us when my mother burst into the
Study.
"What in heaven's name is going on here?" she shouted
in demand of explanation, and frowned in wrath upon us
and Mrs. Barnacle who, completely confused by my
unexpected actions, had cowered into a corner of the
study.
Now, sensing that the relief-column had arrived, Mrs.
Barnacle quickly composed herself and after
dramatically shuddering while re-arranging her dresses
much like a chicken ruffling feathers she complained,
pointing at the broken pieces of the rattan pointer on
the floor; "Your son assaulted me when I was defending
your daughter's chastity!" She then vehemently
continued while pointing to Sargent and Lizzy; "These
wicked creatures willfully attacked our good virtue by
engaging in a filthy display of lustful behavior,
undoubtedly instigated by your son's malicious and
malevolent influence.
Your son, who then proceeded with restraining me in
most violent ways from my righteous yet kind efforts to
terminate this vile and despicable display".
Both my sister and I drew in our breath over such mean
spirited and deceitful misrepresentation of what had
really happened, but we remained quiet, waiting to be
addressed to tell our side of the story.
Well, short and good, we did not get to explain our
version.
"You, Both of you, Off to your room" My mother ordered
us. "Your father will get to hear of this" she hissed
at me. "He will teach you to become AND STAY obedient.
He has regrettably omitted doing so long enough." She
added ominously. "And you and I, young lady, will have
a talk later on how to eliminate this evil abomination
once and for all." She told my sister in order to cut
off protestations from my sister's side. To Mrs.
Barnacle she mildly stated; "Now Mrs. Barnacle, I would
like to have a word with you, so as to avoid these
unfortunate inconveniences in the future."
Sargent and Lizzy, by now released from their intimate
bond, scampered off into the hallway and out of sight,
and my sister and I quietly went upstairs. "It's not
fair." My sister sobbed.
"No Mim, it's not fair, but then on the other hand,
what's fair anyway." I muttered rhetorically, and
continued. "I want you to promise me that you will tell
me what Mother and you will be discussing however.
We've got to become comrades, you see. Since no one is
going to give us a fair treatment anyway we will have
to stick together and help each other. Sharing all
information will be a good start for that."
We were at my sister's room, I held the door for her,
ruffled her long black curls, patted her on her buns,
and went of to my own room. Just as I entered my room,
Mim poked her head outside hers, looked me straight in
the eyes and asked innocently; "By the way Francis,
what were Sargent and Lizzy doing anyway?"
Carefully weighing my options in what and what not to
say, I answered in whispers: "They were making
puppies," and, "If you want I will explain that later
tonight when we have time to talk in private." On
second thought I cautioned her and added: "Please be a
good sport, and do not tell mom and papa that we are
going to talk about this. They may not approve and get
frightfully upset about it."
Mim flinched, but acknowledged, and from downstairs our
mother called; "Miranda, I want to speak to you now.
Come and meet me in the lounge at your earliest
convenience." Miranda made off to the stairs and I went
into my room, pondering about the events, and feeling
strangely odd about the emotions that I felt at this
point.
CHAPTER 6: Hammer and Iron.
Until now my sister had been in my life as a neutral
force for whom I felt affection and love but who
existed in her own right within our family thus, if and
when included in my affairs, representing liabilities
to my so treasured independence.
As must have transpired by now, I valued my
independence highly and at this point I felt that I had
already compromised on two points. Number one, being my
proposed pact to further our mutual goals by asking her
to team up with me on certain issues. Number two, being
my offer to explain and subsequently having to divulge
my sources on certain sensitive matters and facts of
life. I agonized about this for a while, but finally
concluded that Mim was a smart girl. At least as smart
as I was, and she had always given evidence of her
unwavering trust and loyalty to me in things that had
come up before.
Besides that, I berated myself that her lack of
knowledge was not necessarily evidence of lack of
intelligence, but more so that of ignorance of those
responsible for her education. I had recently turned
15, and Mim was 12 going on 13. As things went, she was
presently much more mature and composed than I was at
her age, and in some respects I viewed her as equal to
me.
This is not an easy thing for a 15 year old to admit to
himself, and it took me the better part of the
afternoon to first grasp and then come to terms with
it. Since I had room-arrest anyway it was possibly the
best that I did that day, and I felt moderately good
about myself again when my father came home and sent
for me to see him in his home-office.
This was not a good sign.
My father sat behind his desk, his coat hanging from
the back of his chair, his collar and tie removed and
his shirtsleeves rolled up. He was clearly not in a
good mood, and certainly not going to extend his normal
slightly condescending joviality towards me.
His big face was ruddy with anger, and his jowls
quivered in pent-up rage. He took his time glaring at
me with his eyes boring into me through his 'pince-nez'
glasses like an owl surveying a mouse before striking.
He looked like a bad imitation of Teddy Roosevelt
except that he did have neither the formidable set of
teeth, nor powerful build and stature of the earlier
mentioned statesman.
"Young man, you are to listen and only speak when
specifically asked for." he said.
"You are a disgrace and blemish on our family. You have
brought sinful influences in our virtuous home. You
have lowered our standing in the esteem of our peers.
You have soiled your little sister's mind by the
outrageous act as performed by you during study time. I
am at a loss so as to find reasons or omissions in the
virtuous upbringing that would warrant such wanton acts
by an ingratiate the likes of you." (Here he pointed at
me, his finger like a cannon of battle-ship.)
I am going to chastise you by means of physical
punishment.
Subsequently, you will have house-arrest for one full
month, during which you are not to leave the premises
without explicit permission on behalf of which you are
not to apply by yourself. "
Pausing for breath, he reached behind him and firmly
took hold of the razor- sharpening belt that for one
reason or the other (possibly my presence) had found
its way into my father's office. I knew what was coming
from earlier encounters of this nature, but this time
it felt so utterly unfair and demeaning. In the past
this treatment generally had followed upon my actions,
some of which I acknowledged as being guilty of and
mainly concerning myself only.
This time, however, I definitely did not feel guilty at
all, my sister was involved, and I stood wrongfully
accused. You could hardly blame the dogs, though. Yet,
I could not do anything. Not even speak up because that
would be seen as flippancy which was immediately and
violently retaliated upon, and would make matters only
worse.
"Lower your pants and bend over," my father commanded.
I obeyed.
"I will have you know that this hurts me more that it
will hurt you," he continued.
He then proceeded by dealing me 25 lashes on my bare
bottom, each hurting me doubly because they were
unjustified. I did not say a word or utter any sound. I
would rather have bitten off my tongue than demean
myself further by admitting guilt, defeat or even
suffering but something snapped inside of me. When he
was done, I pulled up my pants, and hoarsely commented;
"Father, you are in error, and you have not given me
the right of presenting my version of the events." I
righted myself, turned on my heels and left. If at that
time my father would have dropped dead, I could not
have cared less.
It was war from now on.
I marched off to my room, and only then allowed myself
to give vent to my rage and grief. Not that I became
violent or started yelling and cursing, but I proceeded
with what had worked before by performing strenuous
exercise. I performed push-ups and pull-ups with a
towel between my jaws so as to avoid gritting and
gnashing my teeth too much. The sit-ups and knee-bends
I performed despite my intensely burning, and at
places, raw to the point of bleeding backside.
My thoughts became a whirlpool of independent shards of
feelings, chasing each other with a ferocity of wild
animals, devouring each other in intense rage until
nothing was left but intense grief. After an hour or so
I was spent, washed myself and went to bed and only
then I allowed myself to cry.
CHAPTER 7: Forge and Anvil.
I woke up in the middle of the night because something
woke me up. I am a light sleeper and if so much as a
mouse stirs, it is bound to wake me up. I remained
lying down but carefully checked out the room trying
not to give away the fact that I was awake. Mim was
sitting in a chair at the far end of my bed and was
quietly sobbing.
"Hi Mim" I quietly said, trying to get her attention."
I'm awake now, What's up?" She didn't immediately
answer or acknowledge me, but continued sobbing deeper
now, her head bowed and her shoulders shaking and
heaving at the rhythm of her apparent distraught.
"Mom told me that I am dirty and sinful and that
something has to be done to make me clean again, or
else I would become a harlot or a lustful wench.
Francis, what is a harlot or a wench? I don't even know
what those words mean. Is it that bad?"
I lit the lamp on my night-stand, still lying down and
painfully aware of burning sensation there where back
is no longer called 'back'. I winced due to the pain in
my muscles that had followed upon the
uncharacteristically strenuous exercises that I had
forced my body to comply with. I got up and out of bed,
not caring what would show to anyone since I was no
mood to go through the false modesty of getting
dressed. I slept naked and I felt that I had nothing to
be ashamed off.
I was still mad as many hells, I was in my own room,
and my sister had seen me naked before, although that
had must have been 6 or 7 years ago by now. I trusted
her to avert her eyes if and when modesty would compel
her to do so.
"Don't worry sis." I said and walked across the room to
get my housecoat, because it was chilly. I hadn't eaten
for while, having missed diner and I also was a little
feverish with my body trying to resolve the damage in
the affected areas.
"I won't let anything happen to you." I continued. "We
are comrades now aren't we?"
Getting clear view on by battered stern-section in the
light of the night-lamp, my sister gasped and softly
exclaimed: "My god Francis, you are bleeding! What in
heaven's name happened? What a mess! You must be dying
with pain!"
"Father was less than pleased with me, and thought it
better to apply some corrective fatherly measures." I
remarked dryly and gave my sister a sardonic smile. "It
appears that the word of a son is not called for, seen
in the light of unfounded accusations." I fastened the
housecoat and walked over to my sister who had risen
from the chair, and now stood there in her nightgown
looking sad, forlorn and clearly appalled by what had
passed in daddy's office.
"Hey Mim, lighten up, it will heal and while doing so
it will leave calluses so as to be prepared for the
next time. It's all a learning process you know. The
mind develops and the body learns the hard way."
I put my arm around her and hugged her lightly, trying
to reassure her. The fact that I felt chewed up and
spit out did not mean that I had to take it out on her.
"Now what about you? Apparently mommy's corrective
measures have been less damaging, because you look fit
as a fiddle. Has she spanked you with the feather-
duster?" I joked.
She started to sob again, and looked up at me.
"Mommy says that I am a depraved sinful and lustful
person. I don't know what she means with that.
Lustful... It just doesn't make sense to me. I haven't
known of any kind of 'lust' that I am aware of in my
whole life. I take my cold baths when mommy tells me
and I do take my spoonfuls of cod-liver oil. What does
she mean with that Francis?"
I cupped her face in my hands, and looked her straight
in the tearful eyes. "Dear, Dear Mim, It's nothing that
you did or did not do. It is something between their
ears, in their head that makes them act this way. They
are scared, scared of sex and everything that has to do
with it."
There, It was out in the open now. It became clear to
me as the words came over my lips. It also dawned on me
that having said 'A', I was bound to have to say;
"'B','C','D' and the rest of the whole bloody alphabet,
in upper and lower case, and preferably with the
numerals and interpunction included, if I knew my
sister correctly, but I'll be damned if I would do that
on contested territory. For that I wanted to be on my
own turf.
"Mim, put something on your feet." I said.
"We are going somewhere where you'll need that, and you
might want to wear a housecoat. You can use one of mine
and you might as well use my old slippers, they
shouldn't be much too big for you."
Mim made off to the closet that I pointed to, and
seeing her body outlined against her thin nightgown by
the light of the lamp on my nightstand, I couldn't help
noticing that she really had become a nice looking
young lady. I whacked myself mentally, because being
angry with my parents is one thing, but taking it out
on your sister by lusting after her is quite another. I
had put on my slippers and walked off to the mirror. My
sister seemed confused, and started towards the normal
door of my room.
"No, Mim, follow me, but first promise me to NEVER,
EVER tell ANYONE what you're about to see. Not mom, not
dad, not to Jarvis if and when he returns, absolutely
nobody bar none!"
Mim looked at me quizzically. "Yes Francis," she said
obediently. "I promise you with my hand on my heart
that I will keep it entirely to myself, now what are we
standing at the mirror for?"
While she was asking that, I wiggled the tail of the
squirrel-figurine on the paneling next to the mirror,
and quietly it slid sideways into its pocket. The
entryway to my private domain lay open for me and now
also for my sister. Mim let out a gasp of astonishment,
looking at the dark opening in the wall, then to me and
then back again.
"Is it safe to go there Francis?" She asked with a tiny
quivering voice.
"Sure, as safe and solid as the rest of the house. Now
get your butt over here. We are going on a journey, by
the way, what time is it?"
My alarm-clock showed 12.30 PM. and I dashed out to
bring it with me so that I could keep track of the
time. When we were both inside, I closed the mirror by
wiggling the corresponding squirrel-tail on the inside
of the passage and started off, leading the way to my
secret Empire.
I had my sister in tow, holding her by the hand and
coaching her around the obstacles and pitfalls that I
by now was fully familiar with. It felt good to feel
her small warm hand into mine and to be able to impress
her with my adventurous discoveries. After a short walk
though the dark corridors and passage-ways, and going
up a hidden stairs, we landed in the secret room. I
picked up the matches that I had left for situations
like this, and lit one of the gaslights. My sister
curiously looked around and tried to get her bearings
so as to find out where we actually were.
"Don't even try, dear sister." I said. "You are up in
the attic in a room that I discovered just after we
came to live here. Come sit down on the bed here with
me. I will explain everything, but it is going to take
a while." Despite my sore back I sat down cross-legged
on the bed. Mim did likewise, facing me. "We have to
talk, and I will have to explain a couple of things
that you may or may not like to hear."
CHAPTER 8: The Game and the Rules.
"What do you know about how babies are made?" I started
out bluntly.
Mim looked strangely at me and answered; "Why, Francis,
They grow in a woman when she is married and when her
husband loves her."
"Yes, but do you know how it all starts?" I asked
further.
"Um, no, not exactly. Mom said that it would be
explained to me later when I am ready for it," Mim
said.
"Let's go back to this morning. Remember when you saw
Sargent and Lizzy this morning? They were making
babies. You know that Sargent is a male dog, and that
Lizzy is a female one?"
"Yes Francis, but..."
"Very well. You also saw that Sargent put a piece of
himself in Lizzy, and Lizzy most obviously liked that.
Correct?" I continued.
"Yes."
"Well, in a couple of weeks, you may see Lizzy get
bigger and after a while she will have a litter of
baby-dogs or puppies." I curtly explained. "The thing
that Sargent put into Lizzy is called a 'penis', and
the part where Sargent put it into is called a
'vagina'. There are a lot of different other words for
either of them, but these will do for now. By putting
it into Lizzy and shaking it, Sargent put seeds into
Lizzy that may grow into puppies if Lizzy was ready for
it. Do you understand?"
"Hmm, yes I guess so," Mim answered. "But they really
seemed to enjoy themselves."
"Sure they liked it. I'll come to that later. Dogs and
people are not really that much different. I mean to
say that with people it works on the whole exactly the
same. A man puts his penis into a woman's vagina, he
shakes it and squirts seeds into her and sometimes the
woman will get pregnant. It is called; 'Having Sex'. Am
I going to fast for you?" I continued my lecture.
"No, you're not going to fast, but don't they have to
get married first?" Mim objected.
"Good question but no, not necessarily. Marriage is
something that people invented to keep couples
together, but it is not really necessary to be married
to make children and many people do it together, I mean
'having sex', except people call it 'making Love',
because they like doing it so much. Sounds a little
more romantic that way. Anyway, it is supposed to be
very pleasurable with and without being married, and
people generally like doing it, much like Sargent and
Lizzy do. Except that people don't get physically stuck
to each other afterwards like with Sargent and Lizzy."
I droned on with my explanation.
"Making Love..." Mim said as if trying to taste the
words. She smiled and said: "I like the way you explain
this. 'Making love' makes it easier to understand.
It is a friendly way of saying things. But what does it
have to do with me?" I knew that she would ask this
question in one way or the other, and I gave her the
answer that I honestly thought to be the correct one.
"Well, I think the reason why mom and dad obviously
became so upset is because you are a girl who is
rapidly growing into a young and beautiful woman.
Possibly they think that seeing these things happen I
mean, you seeing Lizzy and Sargent make love, will give
you ideas that they think you should not have. They
think that making love or 'having sex' as they call it
is something that young girls should not know of until
right before they get married, and even then they see
it as something dirty that should be kept secret."
Mim gravely thought about that for a while. Then she
looked up at me and said;
"They may be right about it where made me think about
these matters. I mean, I started feeling very strange.
Not unpleasant, mind you, but just like my mind was
telling me that it was kind of not right to see this,
but with my body telling me that it was good that they
did it. Kind of naughty, you see? It felt good to see
that Lizzy apparently had such fun with it. Now you
tell me is that it is the same for people, but somehow
mom and dad think it is also something really bad. Can
you explain that to me, or do I just have to accept
that?"
That had me thinking for a while.
My thoughts about sexuality were clearly those of a
young male adolescent. That is to say, I yearned to
know more about it, not to mention, gain a little
firsthand experience with it myself. Preferably in
other ways than the by now twice daily masturbation
sessions that I normally indulged in. I was feeling a
little uncertain about what to answer to the very valid
and adult question that Mim presented.
I decided to start from the ground up.
"Let's leave the Sargent and Lizzy thing for what it
is," I said. "Let's look at the human side of things,
because other rules apply there. As you know our
society regulates the way we do things. Some with
written laws and some with rules that everyone is
supposed to know and live by, but that are not written
down anywhere. How we deal with sex is one of those
areas where the unwritten ones rule the game. I am not
going to mess with the rules, but let's just start from
the point that I feel most comfortable with that is in
my view the basic differences between a man and a
woman, or me and you, okay?"
Mim smiled an nodded her approval, upon which I, with a
reddening face, started to explain. "You know that
between my legs and at the underside of my belly, I
have something sticking out. That's my penis, because I
am a boy I have one. It sticks out."
Mim smiled wider now, and commented; "So I saw earlier
this evening. Go on." I continued "You are a girl and
you have something different there. Your thing is like
a small mound, split in the middle and with little lips
that are folded close together. Where the two lips meet
at the top, you have a little nub, called a clitoris.
Under that there is the place that you pee from and
deeper down there is a little hole. That little hole is
the opening of your vagina. As long as you have not
made love to anyone, people say that you are a virgin.
Now, I assume that no-one did ever make love to you, or
did anyone?" I asked.
Clearly flustered by this direct question Mim answered:
"No. Nobody did, or ever tried, and I would not have
let them Francis, because it would have been dirty."
"Dirty... dirty... Nah, you strike me as a clean little
sister, so dirty it will not be, but the important
thing is that you are still a virgin. Now for boys the
same saying goes as long as they have never made love.
That makes me a virgin as well. I never did it with
anyone, although to be honest, I would not mind trying
it. For one reason or the other people think it is
important for girls to remain virgin until they get
married, whereas in the case of boys nobody seems to
worry or even care too much about that. Now something
else; Have you ever touched yourself there, and do you
know what things look like there?"
"No! Ummm, yes, Of course I have touched myself there
when washing myself, but it's a little hard to see and
I haven't really tried to look there too much Francis.
Mom always says the less I touch it the better it is,
and that it is a dirty place anyway, so it is best to
stay clear of it, but sometimes it feels nice to rub it
when I clean myself with warm water. Why do you ask
these things?"
"I ask you this because it is important for you to know
what you have and how your body sticks together. The
reason why it feels nice when you rub it, is because
that is the way your body tells you when you are doing
something good. It is very important for you to
remember that. If it feels good it generally is not a
bad thing to do. I do it all the time and it hasn't
done me any wrong or damage.
"Now think back to what you saw Sargent and Lizzy do
and what it did to them. They made love, and by Sargent
putting his penis into Lizzy's vagina, they rubbed each
other and that made them feel very good. They enjoyed
that very much. With making love this is normal, and it
is the reason why people and animals like doing it. It
is the way nature rewards people and animals to try to
make more babies, or puppies as the case may be. Do you
understand this?"
"Yes, so if you put your penis into my vagina it is
supposed to feel good, but then I am not a virgin
anymore. Is that what you are driving at?" Mim asked
suspiciously.
I clearly had not quite expected this deduction, but
the course of the conversation had brought me thoughts
about this possibility. However, that's not what I
intended at this point, and now it was my turn to grow
red in the face and become flustered again. I felt hot,
and my penis was swelling and righting itself under my
housecoat.
"No, my darling little sister, that is not what I am
getting at. There are certain things brothers and
sisters are not supposed to do and according to the
rest of the world that is one of them. It is called
incest, and it is supposed to be a terrible sin. I for
myself am not too sure about all that though, since
even the old Egyptians and the present Dynasty of the
Russian Czar, among many other examples in history,
share the tradition of sexual relations and even valid
marriages between brother and sister. I have read in
many books that through time it hasn't been very much
of a problem in many cultures and that even now it is a
fairly common practice that is mostly kept secret. In
some parts of India it is still regarded as being one
of the highest forms of unions however.
"I love you. You are a very beautiful girl and I have
to admit that I find you very attractive, but that is
not what I plan on doing. I just want to explain a
couple of things so that you and I are talking about
the same things when discussing these matters."
I explained, painfully aware of my male part that by
now was growing into the biggest erection that I ever
had, thus belying my words.
CHAPTER 9: Sweet Discoveries
"I see," Mim said with a mysterious and mischievous
little smile on her face while she meaningfully glanced
at the more than obviously emerging bulge in my
housecoat. "I am wondering, however what is going on
under your housecoat. You didn't bring any bananas with
you did you, or should I check that out for myself?"
She asked teasingly while reaching out and rubbing
softly over the extended part.
That was enough for me. I had had it. I was done with
being hypocritical about it and I decided that we had
enough formal discussion on the subject. I stiffly
said. "Yes, that is what you think it is. It would be
handy however if we could see what we are talking
about, and I suggest that we both get undressed and
investigate the subjects at hand."
I stood up and before she could protest, untied the
knot of my housecoat and let it drop to the floor. My
young manhood had fully erected itself and stood under
an elevation like a piece of field artillery.
Mim looked at it with wide open eyes. "Now, that looks
different than what I saw earlier this evening. I mean,
it's huge Francis and it looks kind of funny," Mim
observed. "Obviously it is now my turn to reveal
myself." She giggled, and without taking her eyes off
it, stood up as well, dropped her housecoat and pulled
her night-shirt over her head. She stood there in front
of me, naked and in the full glory of her young body.
She did not yet have the pronounced curves that I
remembered from women on the pictures in the library,
but her lithe body had already very much developed and
had formed her waistline and hips. The place where her
breasts were soon to grow showed two small mounds with
her nipples showing as small strawberry-like nubbins.
Her skin was a flawless creamy white and her shiny
black curls framed her beautiful heart shaped face with
her large blue-green eyes that now looked me straight
into mine.
Her arms were relaxed as she held them alongside her
body and her legs were perfectly shaped with full
thighs, nice knees and firm calves, her feet small and
just slightly apart. Her face with her high cheekbones,
her small pointed chin and her small generous mouth,
now with her lips slightly apart an her perfectly white
teeth showing, was now turned up towards mine. I looked
down to the place between her legs and could just see
where her hairless little mound was split.
Aside from having seen my sister naked as a very young
child, this was for me the first time to see a budding
young woman in real life. Nothing in my father's lurid
collections could have prepared me for this, and
frankly speaking, all those pictures paled in
comparison with the reality of Mim's beautiful slender
body. I was breathless and hoarsely whispered; "You are
so beautiful. Much more beautiful than I thought Mim."
We stepped closer and she put her hands into mine and
we remained standing there for quite some time, letting
our eyes roam over each other's body. Observing and
discovering similarities and differences between us.
Without speaking, almost afraid that the magic of the
moment would crack and shatter we let our hands wander
and stroke our arms, first the hands themselves, then
the lower arms and elbows, finally the upper arms and
shoulders and neck. Min bowed her head slightly when I
touched the side of her beautiful slender neck as if to
make my warm hands more welcome to touch her there.
She sighed softly and stepped closer resting her head
on my upper chest and shoulder and stroked my upper
back with her soft and exploring hands barely touching
my skin. My blood now gushed and roared through my
veins and I felt my heartbeat drum a wild primitive
rhythm inside me.
We put our arms around each other and hugged tenderly,
my erected manhood resting against her belly, its tip
reaching up to above her little belly-button. We moved
towards the bed and releasing each other we lay down
facing each other and letting our eyes again roam an
wander over one another's body.
"I feel strange and warm Francis, and it feels as if my
body wants you to touch me." Mim said.
"Same here." I breathlessly whispered, and reached out
to stroke her hair, letting my hands stroke her neck,
arms and torso. Her hand had found its way towards my
hard and fully swollen member gripped it and softly
stroked it, rolling the foreskin back and revealing my
purplish red tip. My hands roamed towards her still
unformed breasts, and she drew in her breath when I
caressed her little nubbins.
"That feels so good," Mim said. "It feels as if I am
opening up in my belly, as if my body tells me to press
myself against yours and become one with it."
I moved my hand on towards her belly button, onward to
where her legs started and her pudenda formed a fold
with her thighs. I touched the bare curves of her
pudenda and cupped my hand over it, feeling it react to
my touch and softly press itself into my hand.
She opened her legs and guided my hand towards her by
now moist and warm gender. I put my index finger
between her small labia and moved lightly up towards
her clitoris that had erected itself and stuck out from
her small lips. I very gently stroked her clitoris and
played tenderly with the little fold that was at the
base of her swollen pleasure point.
Mim moaned and crooned softly, her hips softly pressing
more towards my hand, and bringing her face closer to
mine so that our lips met. We kissed, and I let my
tongue touch her lips. We stopped for a moment and
looked at each other. "See? This is what your body
tells you when you allow yourself to listen to it." I
said.
"Yes, I see, and I don't want it to stop. Please
Francis go on and show me more." Mim sighed and pressed
her body entirely against mine, her soft, warm and
moist femininity now touching my longing gender,
enveloping its tip with her small lips and her clitoris
softly nudging my glans.
"Let's take our time and don't do anything that we may
regret later." I barely managed to utter, but I
couldn't help but push my penis against her tiny moist
vulva, and rub it against her clitoris in a continuous
rocking motion. I felt my shaft become moist and
slippery where it met her warm inside of her little
love-temple. Mim reacted by tilting her pelvis and
rhythmically ride in counterpoint against my warm lust-
club.
Wilder and wilder her motions became, and her breath
became jagged and deeper. Her eyes still looking in
mine with a look of bewildered joy and eagerness. An
eagerness to be fulfilled and find the peak of this new
to be discovered part of life, an eagerness to fulfill
my cravings and share the intense feelings that went
through her body. She closed her eyes and "Franc, I
feel as if I am all clitoris.... I feel as if I am a
huge wave of joy and, and... Oh, ungh, Oahhh, Yes!
More! Oohhh, Harderohhhh!"
Mim's movement became longer and slower with the fading
of her first orgasm ever, and rubbed harder to my
member that was by now aching for release. Her moisture
now covered the inside of her thighs and the lower part
of our bellies, as well as my throbbing joystick and my
testicles.
The feeling of this and seeing my little sister
experience satisfaction of her lust for the first time
in her life excited me so much, that I felt my hot
sperm racing through my the shaft of my member, gather
and build up pressure in the tip of it, and then with
intense feelings of delight and release explode against
her belly and pudenda.
I must have almost passed out, and remember seeing
stars and feeling as if my member had grown to be of
tremendous proportions, wave after wave of passion and
lust coursing though me, radiating from where my sister
and me shared our fluids. My still hard penis slipped,
and landed in the portal of her vagina and the feeling
of her tight, warm and moist femininity against the tip
of my penis made me spasm with another release that
added more of my young semen to where our young and
yearning bodies met.
We lay back, breathing deeply, our eyes closed, our
hands finding each other, our minds still whirling and
slowly spinning down to awareness, alertness. Our eyes
opened and we looked at each other, smiling a slow,
deep and warm smile and looking into one another's eyes
searching and finding recognition and affirmation of
feelings even before our recognition as persons set in.
Much like a pre-conscious instinct-like remainder of
our progenitors' mind-patterns to confirm the deep
enjoyment of sharing sexual release.
We both sighed, I hugged my little sister and she
cuddled up to me as if to find warmth and protection in
my arms.
"Mmmmmmm, that was goooood," Mim crooned lazily. "If
this is sex, I think I want lots of it. I never, ever
felt sooo goooood, and now I feel soooo heavy and
friendly, and I don't want to get married ever, and I
always want to stay with you, and you can take care of
me, and we will have sex as often as we can, and we
will live in sin and lust and still be good people
because nobody will know, and it will be our wicked
little secret that we only share each-other in lust.."
She almost sang these words, hugging me and rocking
herself and me, while teasingly squeezing my half-limp
organ. Suddenly as if she just now realized something
she held still.
She looked me in the eyes, and with her lovely face in
mock pouting expression, her moist lower lip sticking
out just a tiny little bit, she said: "And I'm still a
virgin. You didn't go into me. Quick take my
virginity," and she bumped and rubbed her deliciously
wet and messy little split over the full length of my
already growing and re-erecting penis. She rolled me on
my back by tickling me and mounted me by teasingly
holding the growing top of my manhood against the
entrance of her vagina.
Jokingly I thrust upwards driving it in between her
little labia, into the mouth of her vagina, and while
her labia again enveloped my swollen tip, I started to
move inside until I met her maidenhood. Containing my
arousal, I pulled back and out of Mim, who played as if
she was clearly disappointed by this.
"I don't think that this is a good idea right now Mim.
Much as I would like to take your virginity right now,
losing you virginity is not an undivided pleasure and
it tends to be a bit messy as well with blood and pain
and all that. At least that's what I read about it, and
I have no evidence that with you it will be otherwise."
In my thoughts I returned to where we left off before
our mutually satisfying distraction. Mim also sobered
up a bit, and sat on the bed with her legs wide, knees
crooked, and the soles of her feet pushed together, her
tiny little split gaping wide open.
Chapter 10: Intents and Purposes
"There is still this matter of what Mom said." I said
"Or else I will have to secretly keep you here as my
love slave." I continued jokingly. Mim laughed
coquettish and mock modestly and said: "Oh yes, and you
will have your way with me, you lusty male you.. in
exchange for the food that you brought with you, and I
will devour the food and we will couple like crazed
minks afterwards." Something dawned on me now:" Couple
Like Crazed Minks??? Where did you get that from, my
innocent and chaste little sister? Did Mrs. Barnacle
explain something that I missed by any chance?"
With an innocent little smile Mim answered: "Dad's
private little corner in the library. To be found in
the newly arrived section. You don't think that you are
the only one who can wield the hairpin with some
proficiency, now do you?" "Well, well, well, So my dear
little sister knows more that she cared to admit at
first. Naughty, Naughty!
However, I gladly welcome thee into the honorable guild
of 'the Lurid Lockpickers'. Thy proof of mastery has
been appropriately evidenced by such eloquent recital
of found materials, to be left there so as not to
distress its rightful owner." I bantered, and Mim
continued with; "I graciously thank thee, oh Sir
Francis, honorable partner in our newly acquired
brother-and-sistership. I will reward thee by offering
myself to be at your disposal so as to learn and lessen
our mutual thirst in incestuous lust and may we in this
find never ending climaxes with ever lasting
satisfaction until our next union in the flesh." "I
wonder if I should write that down." I mused. "Sounds
kind of good."
More seriously now I continued. "If I'm not mistaken,
you mentioned that mother said something had to be done
so as to make you clean you again. I wonder what she
means with that, and knowing her we'd better find out
since she tends to be a tad drastic at times. What
would she do, send you off to a boarding-school, or a
convent? Not much chance of the latter with our family
being vaguely and non-practicing protestants."
I remembered the listening pipes on the panel next to
the door, and decided to try to apply it in a practical
and meaningful manner. "Mim, let's first see how our
parents are doing, and what they are discussing. Do you
happen to know where they were when you went just
before you went to your room?"
Mim answered; "They were in the Lounge, but dad was
going back to his office to finish doing the books, and
would return later because mom said that there were
important things to be discussed." I walked over to the
pipes and took of the lid from the pipe named 'Lounge'.
My father and mother were clearly audible to both of us
and were discussing things. Mim, clearly interested,
came closer to the pipes and we stood there listening
to the conversation that had obviously started a while
before we started listening in.
Mom: "I gave you three children so what do you have to
complain about?"
Dad: "Yes, but not after I had to force myself upon you
and submit you by sheer force. You were as welcoming as
Duluth Harbor in January. I was amazed that I did not
encounter ice-floes on the way in..."
Mom: "That is of no significance, husband, the results
count and I have more than fulfilled my obligations."
Dad: "You are such a cold cow of a woman. There was no
love or tenderness from your side, only blunt rejection
and you intended merely receiving my seed, be a mere
receptacle nothing more, after which you wanted nothing
to do with me."
Mom: "If you were not such a disgustingly lusting
specimen of a man, you might appreciate the any union
in the flesh other than for creating your offspring
amounts to just fornication and is therefore sinful. I
do not have to comply with your vulgar and over-
extensive yearning for sexual release, or be expected
to indulge in it myself for that matter."
Dad: "You couldn't even if you wanted to anyway. You
don't even have what makes other women be as nature
allows them to be. That was taken away from you long
before you parents arranged our marriage."
Mom: "Yes, I was sanitized before it could overwhelm me
and make me become a slave of passion like those loose
women that you reverted to and you apparently know so
well so as to make that comparison. Is that where you
picked up that filthy disease that makes you order and
use those vials of mercury and cart-loads of pills?".
Dad: "My illnesses and impairments in this regard are
clearly not your business anymore. Our doctor says that
all is under control, and I should recover... In any
case you do not have to worry about that. My desires to
consume my marital rights with you have died longer ago
than I care to remember. "
Mom: "I am glad to hear that because I am not going to
comply with your indecent sex-drive ever again. Let's
close this vulgar subject and talk about the serious
situation that faces us. Miranda is getting into the
age where her bodily desires may awaken any day now."
Mim an I exchanged mischievous smiles at this
assessment and we quickly hugged and kissed each other
before returning to listening to mom's conversation.
"The party we have in mind for her is the good Mr.
Arbuckle. He has, as per representation by his parents,
clearly stated that a possible matrimonial union of our
daughter with him can and will only take place if and
when her chastity and virtue are still warranted and in
place. She must remain a virgin, my husband, or else
the whole deal is off. Today's events may already have
put things in her mind that expanded her perspective
and perception in ways that we always sought to avoid,
do you agree?"
Dad: "Yes, might very well be. The Arbuckle deal must
go through, or else we are dead meat. We need their
cooperation to get the government contracts and they
have access to the right people. What do you have in
mind?"
Mim shuddered and whispered: "Good heavens, Slime-face
Arbuckle... They want me to marry Slime-face. That man
is forty years old, he limps, he lisps and clearly
misses a marble or two. He is horrid and he... No, I
will not do that. Please Francis, don't let them do
that. I will rather die than be married to that...
that... that pig."
"Quiet Mim, let see what they are up to." I said
whispered back. "I won't let that happen. There are
ways around it, you know. Let's continue listening
because the more they say on the matter, the more we
get to know how to get around it."
Mom had resumed the conversation and from the pipe we
heard: "Exactly. I am glad that your soggy brain has
registered that without them we will not gain the
additional profits, and may potentially lose some
business to the Jackson's. I suggest that we push the
projected date of the marriage to when Miranda turns 14
and in the meantime make sure that she will be
sanitized as soon as possible. Actually, the sooner the
better and I have already taken steps to let Dr.
Hirnzweig prepare the operation to remove her 'lust' as
soon as his schedule allows. He is the one of the few
physicians in town, or even in this state who is known
to be available for female circumcision. Since this
state has passed those silly marriage laws to raise the
legal age marriage to 14 we don't really have a choice.
We can't afford the risk."
Now it was my turn to be appalled, because the
'sanitation' or female circumcision that my own parents
referred to meant that Mim would be mutilated. They
intended to have her clitoris and minor labia
surgically removed so that she would never have
sensations of stimulation, as the books had taught me.
This barbaric custom is quite common in less developed
societies like in the Muslim countries, and basically
turned a healthy woman into an eunuch while keeping her
reproductive capabilities intact. I had not had the
vaguest idea that it was commonly practiced in our
country. I growled: "Damnation, this is sick! This must
not be allowed to happen." Mim looked puzzled and
asked: "What are they talking about Francis? What is
'sanitation' and what has it to do with me?"
Dad answered mom: "My lord, did you have to enlist the
services of that butcher? I would refer that clown only
to my worst enemies! He became field promoted to
physician during Teddy Roosevelt's Cuban campaign'.
Talk about a lunatic... he will actually enjoy doing
this. I will not stand for this."
"It is too late, husband." Mother purred. "I already
sent him our letter of intent with a check in your
underwriting which he cashed immediately. The evidence
is already in place. As you see, I fully intend for my
daughter to inherit my virtues, and it will take place
as I planned. I also urge you not to interfere in any
way, shape or form because I just might find ground for
divorce in your by now fully documented escapades with
the wenches of Mrs. Flaherty's sports-club. She was so
kind as to disclose all her records to me. It only took
her the loss of 2 of her toes to convince her and
comply with our demands. She was very cooperative after
that."
I had heard enough. I plugged the pipe, disgusted about
the base, mean and vulgar things that I had heard. I
thanked providence that we were in the position to hear
all this, and already a simple but effective plan began
to form in my mind.
"Mim, You will have to trust me completely and I cannot
give you any evidence or specific proofs of what I am
going to tell you at this point. There simply is not
enough time for that. I love you and all that I do, or
plan to do is because I do not want horrible things to
happen to you." I said gravely.
Mim looked frightened by the angry and serious way that
I said this, and sat down at the edge of the bed.
"The situation is really serious, and we still have a
lot of things to cover before we are in the clear. What
I am going to tell you now is not pleasant, and I want
you to be aware of all the consequences because they
mostly will be yours. First I have to know, Do you have
even the faintest idea what mom and dad mean with
'sanitation or sanitizing'?" Mim shook her head "No,
but from the way they mentioned it, and that you are so
disgusted by it, it can't mean much good for me. Spell
it out for me, and tell me what it is all about." she
replied seriously.
"Well by now you at least halfway know what you have
between you legs, and what it's for. 'Sanitation' as
intended by mom and dad means that they let your little
clitoris and you little labia be surgically removed so
that you will not learn to have lusty feelings. Mom
apparently had hers removed when she was about your
age, and basically that's why she and dad don't get
along.."
Mim became ash-grey in the face, and first her mouth
opened in disbelief, then tears of anger and fear came
into her eyes. "But...But, Francis that is
monstrous...barbaric." Mim started to cry: "They won't
get mine! Ever! They are so base and mean, and cold,
and things!! You won't let them, now will you Frank?"
CHAPTER 11: The Plan
"Of course not, and I think I have a plan that is
feasible. Risky, simple, but feasible. Beauty of it is
that none of the risk is yours my dear little
sister..." and with one hand I ruffled her beautiful
black curls and with the other I tickled her little
pink split. "The risk will be all mine and you and I
will be safe. If everything goes well, that is. If not,
than I will have to go to jail or talk real fast,
because I would have had to shoot the doctor." I dryly
concluded my outline and expose.
"You? Shoot the doctor? With what? You even don't have
a gun," Mim commented skeptically. "Oh, No? and what
does your excellence think of our arsenal?"
I mentioned, opening the toilet closet and flipping
open the gun cabinets, showing the revolvers, rifles
and the boxes of ammunition. "I could potentially
become very dangerous if I put my mind to it.
Specifically if and when my sister is involved." I
stated grimly, making clear that there was no room for
jokes. "Do you know how to use them?" Mim wanted to
know.
"Sure, Joseph and I have been goose, deer and pheasant
hunting a couple of times, and he taught me a thing or
two." I bragged, not mentioning that I purposely never
hit anything because I don't like hurting animals that
haven't done me or mine anything wrong.
Doctors were an entirely different matter though.
Specifically, if and when seen in relation to
potentially carving up my little sisters' gender.
Besides that, it will be very close range, and my plans
might just work so that I wouldn't have to kill him at
all. I thought by myself.
"Tell me more about this plan. I want to know exactly
what's going to happen. I have a lot at stake here.
It's going to be my juicy parts that they intend to
have sliced off, in a manner of speaking. Now that I
know what they are for and how they make me feel, I'm
rapidly getting very much attached to them." Mim said
testily.
"All right then, The main thing is that nobody must
know that we know about this. We will have to be sweet
as pie, and play stupid for a while and see how this is
going to develop. We have to keep close track of each
other and share our information so as to figure out the
exact Where and When the operation is to take place.
"My estimate is that it will happen here on the
premises in order to safeguard discretion and avoid the
logistics of hauling you to and from the doctor's
office. As to the when, I think we will see some action
within a month from now, that is to say, right around
your 13th birthday, since mom is clearly worried about
taking care of this before your first period sets in."
Mim grimaced and remarked; "Which I already had a
couple of weeks ago. The good Miss Biggle explained a
thing or two and taught me how to handle it."
"My, you are ahead of your class dear sister." I said,
taking mental notes about possible implications in the
basic reproductive line of things. "Do you know whether
the Miss Biggle reported this to anyone?" I asked.
"It could be that she mentioned it to Joseph. They seem
to be pretty close, and Joseph has been very nice and
kind to me when my moods were a little prickly around
that time. It is not very pleasant thing, you see." Mim
answered. "Well in any case, as soon as the doctor
arrives to perform what he is supposed to do, I will go
off to this room, get one of the revolvers, and go wait
behind the mirror corresponding with the room where the
operation is planned to happen.
"You will have to trust me completely, and do as the
doctor says even if that means that he will put you to
sleep. He will most probably use ether or chloroform as
anesthetics for that before anything else. As soon as
you are asleep, I will get in and convince the good
doctor that he should keep his hands to himself, or
meet with an acute lead poisoning."
I was getting angrier by the minute about the whole
sordid affair, and must have sounded as grim and
determined as I felt. "I will also make sure that he
will have something to show if and when asked, although
I doubt it that mom and dad will sink to such depth to
ask for that, but then again you never really know for
certain," I added.
"Then when you wake up, you will have to act normal for
the situation. Be timid, sad and sick. You will feel
sick anyway but you should walk only when absolutely
necessary and then even with intense display of great
and painful effort. Remember we do not want to clue
them in on what or, better still, what not took place.
I give you my word that I will not let anything bad
happen to you. Do you believe me Mim?"
Mim sat quiet and was clearly not happy with the whole
situation. "You are only just 15 Frank, what can you do
when he tries to bluff you out of it. Can't we just run
away and stay out of sight until he's gone?" She asked
with despair in her voice. I thought of that for a
while and responded: "That would be a solution for the
moment, and might at best delay things a bit. They
would simply rearrange and reschedule the operation,
possibly under circumstances that we cannot control as
easily as we do now.
We know their intentions now, but we would have to keep
constant vigilance on possible further efforts from
their side. At worst this way we give away that we are
on to something, in which case we cannot even start to
oversee what the consequences for both of us, but
mostly for you will be. Besides that, I will be only
just 15 with a gun that I know how to use in my hand.
That should put some additional weight in the scales. I
want you to know that I'd rather lose the light in my
eyes than let something happen to you."
Mim sighed and nodded in resignation. "I just feel so
helpless and I don't like that I cannot do anything
because I'll be unconscious. Can't we avoid the putting
to sleep part of things?"
I pondered this, knowing well that this would
complicate matters. A sleeping Mim would be a great
diversion and would guarantee the effect of surprise
and keep the initiative on our side. I could however
fully understand her worries and reluctance to be
sedated and be completely powerless.
"I see your point and I'll have to work on that. We
still have time, but not very much." I said softly. I
moved over to her and held her gently, stroking her
hair and kissing her on the side of her neck. "You have
to trust me Mim. This is not going to be easy, and we
will have to watch our every step. I want you to be
with me for as long as you wish and I want you to be
whole and complete. Not like the sorry excuse of a
woman that our mother has grown into. It's going to be
us against the world."
Looking at the alarm-clock, I saw that it was well past
2 am. "Let's go back to our rooms before Joseph and
Miss. Biggle get up. We will have to act as if we
slept. I will show you how to use the mirrors so that
if anything happens, or when you feel like it, you can
either come over to my room unseen or go up to this
room where you will be safe, but let's first clean up
the mess we've made."
I helped Mim get up from the bed, and held her for a
moment, pressing her tightly against me. Her warm and
smooth skin felt good against mine. It made me start to
grow hard again. She shivered a bit, but responded by
raising her face up to me and kissing me full on my
lips.
We kissed and we felt like lovers. "I trust you Frank.
It's just that there are so many against us. It all
seems so overwhelming and unreal. I feel sad that we
can't trust mom and dad anymore and that they seek to
damage me for their own causes, yet I feel pity for
them as well because of the way that they were made to
be." She said softly.
"On the other hand I am glad that you are on my side. I
would not have known what is coming at me and even less
on how to deal with it, but you seem to know what you
are doing. In more than one way, that is."
On a lighter note she continued, smiling now "I also
like your 'Frankie' and what it does to me, and I am
looking forward to do more with it." She rubbed herself
against me. "I think I'm wet again. How about doing
something tomorrow after study? What we did make me
feel so good that I still have that tingling warm glow
inside of me despite all the nasty things I heard."
She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up,
lifting her legs up and folding them around my waist,
she clung on to me and let her obviously wet and warm
parts rest on my erected member. "Take me now, and let
me take your virginity as well so that we are one in
incest," She hotly whispered in my ear.
I lifted her up, and put her back on her feet again.
"My, my, we are learning fast, but no my dear and lusty
little sister. I really want to make love to you and
would like nothing better than pick your delicious
little cherry while giving you mine at the same time,
but we will have time enough after the thing with the
doctor is settled. I think we should wait because
losing virginity can be messy and literally bloody
business for girls. We don't want to run the risk of
alarming anyone by having bloodstains showing up in
your underwear, now do we?"
An addition to the plan was budding in my mind, but at
this point I did not think it the right moment to
discuss it with Mim.
Mim pouted and acted a bit disappointed. "Promise me
that I will be the one to pick your cherry, as you
describe it, should I so desire. That way I know for
certain that you will do your utmost to keep me from
being carved-up." She pleaded.
"You have my word." I said. "Even without that, I would
try my very best to prevent that from happening,
though. I hope that you trust me well enough to know
that by now Mim." I continued gravely. "Now let's get
moving before it gets too late." I kissed her, and
helped her into the housecoat that I had retrieved from
the floor. I pulled on mine, and we were off to our
rooms.
CHAPTER 12: From unwitting Evil and Treasures.
The next morning we tried to act normal. I myself had
no problem with acting normal under the circumstances
considering the beating that I received from dad the
night before. I paid careful attention as to where I
parked my sore posterior, and moved with great
deliberation.
Mim on the other hand had considerably more problems to
stay within her normally so composed behavior. I
noticed that she was very cheerful and affectionate to
me. When she walked ahead of me into the study it was
obvious that she moved her hips so as if to accent her
femininity to me. This and the looks she gave me would
have caused overcooked noodles to erect themselves, so
it is not surprising what it did to me.
I suffered through classes that day with a near
constant firmness in my pants, and only Mrs. Barnacle's
more than usual sourness and abrasiveness mitigated my
sexual drive and attraction to my sister into
manageability. Fortunately Mrs. Barnacle had prepared
several tests for us so that the attention was somewhat
deflected. Yesterday's tumultuous events were
meticulously avoided and without further incidents we
dragged ourselves through the hours filled with math,
geography, Latin and Greek.
Biology seemed to have vanished from the curriculum,
most likely due to my mother's corrections in the
composition of our classes. Meekly we took notes for
our homework and tried to hide our impatience with the
hands of the clock that never seemed to reach the
moment of freedom, being 2pm.
At the expected time of our 'delivery from studious
boredom' Mrs. Barnacle dismissed me, but indicated that
Mim was supposed to stay because she had to discuss
certain matters with my sister.
I complied with this, only to use the first safe mirror
to return to the study's observation post behind the
mirror.
Mrs. Barnacle was sitting next to Mim on the couch and
addressed Mim with an attitude of friendly, almost
motherly concern as if confiding her into some great
mystery." Mim, now that we are amongst ourselves, that
is without the intrusion of your insolent brother, I
would like to explain a couple of things that are to
happen in the week after your birthday. In that week,
on the Wednesday if I'm correct, you will undergo a
cleansing operation that will strengthen your resolve
towards wayward male attention.
This is nothing to be afraid of, and consists of the
removal of some useless tissue that would otherwise
hinder you to maintain physical cleanliness. A doctor
will visit you here and will execute the operation,
there where you are most at ease with your environment.
That is, in the loving companionship of your family."
Mim became visibly pale and shifted uneasily. She
avoided looking Mrs. Barnacle in the eyes by averting
her view and looking intently at the mirror from the
corners of her eyes.
Mrs. Barnacle droned on "While you will suffer from
some temporary, but minor discomfort, afterwards you
will feel much relieved knowing that your virtue will
be strengthened and you will more clearly be aware of
the vile and filthy intents of most men. This way you
will be able to preserve your virtue for the only man
that can rightfully make claims upon your chastity,
this being the good Mr. Arbuckle to whom your parents
have betrothed you."
Mim was clearly nearing panic now, and I took a risk by
showing her that I was fully aware of Mrs. Barnacle's
explication by moving the tail of the squirrel figurine
that corresponded with the mirror's door-function while
carefully avoiding to trigger the opening mechanism.
Mim saw that and vaguely smiled as if to acknowledge
this and subsequently addressed Mrs. Barnacle.
"Dear, dear Mrs. Barnacle, Thank you so much for the
kind support and moral strengthening that I so dearly
need in these times of great changes in my life, my
mind and in my body. By confiding with me in these
matters you have shown me the importance of your loyal
role to our social circle in general and to me, one of
your pupils, in particular. You have served me most
splendidly by so thoughtfully preparing me for the
things to come and explaining me the perils that lie in
the evils ends of most men that aim to bring women down
in sinful lust."
Mrs. Barnacle was visibly pleased by these stroking
remarks, and concluded "You are most kind to me, young
lady. It is merely my duty as your tutor and Mentrix to
safely steer you past the perils of gullibility and
self-indulgence that come with reaching adolescence. I
live only to serve." She concluded piously with a
expression of intense self satisfaction on her face.
Mim now became bold and inquisitive and continued
sweetly "This is very clear to me dear Mrs. Barnacle.
Now can I ask you in confidence whether you perchance
also underwent this cleansing operation?"
Mrs. Barnacle clearly had not expected this question.
Her face flushed red and she was clearly uneasy with
this direct question from her student. "Well, er, No,
of course not, that is to say, er, This operation is
only set aside for the benefit of the upper circles
like the one you so clearly belong to my dear. I am
merely a humble teacher, employed and instrumental to
prepare you for the glorious roles that you will have
to perform in the truly grand designs of your parents.
Mine has never been the honor of this so meaningful
initiation into adulthood." She was very relieved to
have resolved my sister's inquisitiveness with such
agility and cunning.
Mim decided to drop the matter at that point and
performed a tactical retreat by saying "That answers my
question sufficiently my dear Mrs. Barnacle. Will you
have any further matters to bring to my attention, or
can I retreat so as to dedicate my time to my homework
and prepare for tomorrow's study?" Mrs. Barnacle
gracefully dismissed my sister, and Mim left the study.
Upon this I carefully and swiftly made my way to my
hidden room where I found a fuming Mim waiting for me.
"That slippery old snake. That despicable slimy
secretion posing for a human being, That loathsome
lizard..."
"Yes Mim, I heard it all and thanks for acknowledging
my presence. You are a quick learner and very apt in
matters of secrecy. For a moment I thought that you had
gone too far when you asked the old hag about her
preparations against lust and sin.
"I thought that I'd pee in my pants when I saw the
flabbergasted look on her face. In any case we have a
date and a place now, and that's the one saving grace
of this exchange. My estimate of one month, and the
place of operation was correct and we can continue to
prepare for action as planned. I will be the
proverbial, if well concealed, fly in their ointment,
in a manner of speaking."
"Are you still very sure that you can pull it off
Frank? I am very worried and the fact that Mrs.
Barnacle is apparently also in on this leads me to
wonder who else we may have to look out for." Mim
asked.
"It was possibly on that derelict piece of human
refuse's instigation, this all started, although I
don't put it past dear mom to come up with it herself.
I think that Joseph and Miss. Biggle can still be
trusted, but I wouldn't hold my hand into the fire for
that. In any case the plot thickens and it again makes
it overly clear that we have nowhere, and no one to
turn to, except each other." I added.
"Now, as to your display of female prowess this
morning, my dear little sister, please be a little more
careful on what to show. You almost made me explode
with lust after you by wiggling your beautiful
posterior in front of me. I had a literally hard time
not to show my 'evil' intents towards you."
"But Frank, I was so completely horny. When I woke up
this morning I touched myself and tried to fantasize
what you would be doing there and how you would make me
feel there. I almost took the matter in my own hands
and use a candle to manipulate myself so that there
would be no reason to wait. I want you. I hunger for
you. A month seems so long, and considering what we
will still have to go through.... "
"I know Mim, but stay clear of the candle for a while,
that may not be the best way of doing things." I said
and put my arms around her. We kissed and fondled each
other through our clothes.
This became old very rapidly, though, and within
minutes we were naked and on the bed. My element was
already brimming with a pearly drop of my semen showing
at the swollen top, while Mim was more than moist.
Suddenly I noticed Mim's smell. Her fragrance was so
sweet and exciting that I wanted to enjoy it to the
fullest. I brought my head between her legs and studied
her soft and beautiful parts from very close by. With
my fingers I spread her little lips to the sides and
peeked at her deliciously moist inside. Mim shivered
with delight when I touched her there and proceeded to
investigate my almost painfully swollen and erected
member from equally close by.
Her precious little corner of delight opened itself due
to the erection of her clitoris and the small fold of
soft skin that normally envelopes her 'nibble of lust'
had receded to the base of it. I could no longer
contain myself and I pressed a kiss on it. My lips
parting and my tongue touching her clitoris, I tasted
her fluids, and I continued to lick her there.
Mim had a spasm of unexpected enjoyment and pressed her
femininity into my face, her moisture covering my face
and her tiny vertical lips kissing mine. Mim also
proceeded to pull back my foreskin completely and put
her warm moist lips on the swollen top of my manhood.
Now it was my turn to cringe and thrust with the
intense feelings of arousal, and drive my shaft into
her beautiful mouth. We were now both only aware of
each other's parts, fragrances, and textures and we
immersed ourselves into the intense feelings of loving
stroking and the drive towards release. I feverishly
licked her labia, her clitoris, inserted my tongue into
her until I met her virginity and even then probed for
deeper access to her delight.
Mim moved my member in and out of her mouth, carefully
making sure that the tip did not leave her lips, and
let her tongue pry as deep into my tip as was possible.
Very soon we were both ultimately stimulated. Groaning
I thrust my manhood into her mouth and released my
semen there while she convulsed and released a gulp of
her fluids into my face and mouth in our shuddering
combined orgasm, that left both of us with a sensation
of complete and intense satisfaction that it seemed to
make us float together in an ocean of pleasure,
surrounded by the fragrance and rolling waves of lust.
We lay there. It seemed that time and our bodies had
turned into one, while the breakers of our orgasms
broke and rolled on the beach of desire. Receding and
returning in full renewed force. We drank each other's
fluids and remained intoxicated with the fullness of
the release that it brought us for what seemed ages
until we were spent and everything quieted down to a
peaceful and warm soothing tranquility that both never
had felt before.
Words were too much, and we just lay there, bewildered
and admiring each other and what we meant to each
other. I turned around and facing Mim now, I held her,
letting my body feel hers. Her nipples touching mine,
her belly against mine, our warmth and moisture mingle
and become one. I kissed Mim, now letting my tongue
explore her lips, meet her tongue, and roam inside her
mouth as if searching for oneness tasting all that was
there. We shared our breath and felt our bodies rise in
arousal again.
My manhood revitalized, rubbing against her soft,
swollen lips and clitoris, irritating itself with her
moisture, and sending lightning-bolts of pleasure
through our bodies. Again the tip of my manhood rubbed
through her soft, warm and inviting femininity, pushing
into her pulsing and sucking opening until the head was
fully buried into her, and again I felt a storm of my
semen rush through my shaft and spend itself against
her maidenhood. Mim moaned despite our intimate kiss
and rocked and bucked as if to impale herself on my
organ. Her tight opening kneading me, and clasping me
as if to swallow me and never to let me go.
We lay quiet again. Looking into each other eyes,
exchanging feelings of ultimate love and longing by
merely looking at each other. There was no need to
talk. We already knew that we were made for each other,
notwithstanding the fact that we were brother and
sister.
We would never leave each other and we were strong.
Strong enough to withstand the pressure from the
outside world. Stronger than the forces of ignorance
that sought to mutilate and force bonds where none
should be. Stronger yet than those who sought to
separate that what ought to be one through enforcement
of ridiculous conventions and useless rules. We could
take them all on, and we would do so on our own terms
and according to our own rules.
After a while we sat up and grinned at each other,
knowing that we could do things that none would expect,
feeling a sense of lightheadedness coming up we giggled
and ended up tickling each other in playful enjoyment
of one another. "You know" I said. "I never really went
through the cabinets and all the stuff in there. I
never even opened the drawers. Mim will you do me the
honor of your assistance in investigating these? Equal
part of the finding for each of us, no matter who finds
it. Okay?" Mim nodded, and eagerly started out to the
first cabinet.
The cabinet itself contained many of the literary works
that my father so diligently had collected, except that
these books were without exception leather-bound, gold
embossed and gilded. Most were first editions and often
had lengthy dedications on the inside of the front
cover.
"With ultimate respect: The Fortune of the man who sits
on his Ass, Sits on its ass as well. Sir Richard
Francis Burton. Let despicable Speke rot in Hell!" read
one, written in a spidery angular and flamboyant
handwriting.
"That's my favorite discoverer and writer" I exclaimed
"He discovered the true source of the river Nile, and
he dressed himself up to get into an Arab brothel, just
to see what was going on there. Let's see what this
book is called. I paged to the Contents and
Introduction page and softy whistled. It read :
"The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana.; Cosmopoli, 1883; in
assignment of the Kama Sutra Society of London and
Benares; Not to be sold."
Following was the complete and unabridged version of
the "Arabian Nights", Also first edition, also by
Burton. And on it went. Some of the titles were unknown
to me but leafing through the contents they shared the
sexually explicit and exploratory line that had
obviously attracted the original owner.
"Mim, this makes for good reading and many good ideas
to be tested by both of us. This is a true treasure.
Highly illegal in publication, and often banished
books. They are often the breeding place of true
intellect." Since there were so many books and we could
not read them all at once anyway, we just kept them in
the cabinet for further reference. The drawers were
equally interesting in from a different perspective, be
it mostly Mim's.
In boxes, some small, some larger, were all kinds of
jewelry stored. Some of it must have been of oriental
origin, while some of it must have been from ancient
Greece and the Roman Empire. Some of the boxes had
neatly written labels in them: "Pompeii, Bathhouse.
1872. Possibly from Caius Pilatus the elder, Praeses of
the forum and possible father of Pontius Pilatus," read
one containing a ring with seal. "Phew, the guy who
compiled this collection must have traveled quite a
bit." I mentioned admiringly. "Yes, and it's all so
pretty." Mim remarked.
"Not to mention extremely valuable and possibly
priceless. There must museums and private collectors
who would gladly part with an arm or a leg for just a
few of those trinkets." I added.
Stunned by this unexpected wealth we sat down and just
browsed through the contents of the three drawers of
the first cabinet. Elaborate sketches of unknown
places, with and without secret passages and tunnels.
Strange maps made of parchment in unknown languages and
indecipherable characters. Reams of identical notebooks
containing diary entries that we for now left unread.
The bottom drawer was less filled than the others, and
contained a case with old-fashioned dueling pistols,
the years, places and initials of duelists in the
encounters engraved and in filigree on each barrel. The
oldest date was 1662 (Breda, JvdE vs. QdlC), and the
latest date was 1835 (Antwerpen, JvdE III vs. MdL).
"Nice family, Must be European, possibly Dutch or
Belgian, or both. To be stored for further reference."
I remarked dryly, experiencing slight sensory overload
from our newly found treasures. "Let's not get carried
away, and leave something to be discovered for later."
I told Mim who was evidently overawed with all the
strange and exquisite items we discovered this
afternoon.
"As it stands right now, we could possibly very
conveniently retire on what is stored in this cabinet,
provided that we could find the proper buyer for it,
and the original owner doesn't claim it. As from this
moment we are basically independently wealthy. Besides
this it is getting quite late by now and we have to
avoid raising suspicion at all costs. I love you AND
your parts too much, Mim." I concluded "And I do yours,
my dear brother in lust. I feel almost guilty rummaging
through these things." Mim replied.
We hugged and admired each other for a while longer
after which we dressed ourselves and left our hidden
realm to return to the rest of the house. It felt as if
we left a safe place and ventured into hostile
territory, but we knew that we had each other in
support. With that in mind we could not be conquered.
CHAPTER 13: Interlude
I the next month we explored each other deeper, both in
body and mind and Mim and I became closer and more
intimate as we ever held for possible. We shared our
deepest feelings and fears with the upcoming and
threatening event. I guess it made us stronger and laid
the basis for the lifetime bond that we were to share
as it turned out to be.
Mim had another of her periods, and I became aware of
the subtle and not so subtle changes in her moods.
Having her periods was clearly a difficult aspect of
life for Mim. She was in pain, felt weak and irritable
and she was ashamed of the messy nature of the events.
Being messy did not bother me very much, although I
felt protective and tried to comfort her as much as was
within my power and means.
For one reason or the other her period lasted almost a
full 2 weeks before the discharge finally subsided, and
I helped her with cleaning the affected area. It made
me worry a bit, because according to what I knew about
it, it was normally only to last for a week at most.
Since we had no one to turn to or to confide with, we
had to make do and improvise.
The days went by and we attended our classes, spent
much time in our hidden room and took inventory of the
remaining two cabinets. The instruments were mostly
nautical instruments, surveying tools and optical
equipment as well as a complete photographic camera
with glass plates. The clothing in the third cabinet
was mostly outdoors gear, clean, but old and obviously
well used.
In the drawers we found additional treasures amongst
which a significant amount of gold coins that still was
legal tender, several bars of minted gold and silver
and leather pouches with cut and uncut diamonds. We
were rich by any comparison, and several times we toyed
with the idea of simply leaving the house and disappear
to live a life of our own. The logistics of this
defeated us however, and it is just as well that we did
not venture out into the real world of which we had so
limited knowledge and the dangers of which we had been
so thoroughly shielded of.
Mim had her 13th birthday, which we spent in growing
despondency and trepidation, not to mention the hideous
presence of the Arbuckles who brought their son to
share in the festivities. Zebedeus Arbuckle visibly
gloated over Mim, being his betrothed party he almost
started taking liberties with her, which in turn I
sought to prevent by staying conspicuously present and
attentive wherever he went.
At one point he turned towards me and was obviously
going to send me away, but then Joseph, our giant cook
and butler ominously positioned himself between Mim and
young master Arbuckle upon which Miss. Biggle further
cooled him down by 'accidentally' spilling an
assortment of beverages over him. Joseph, Mim and I
exchanged knowing winks while Miss Biggle proceeded
while cheerfully apologizing to complete the ruin of
both his mood and his outfit. He gave up at that point
and remained the rest of the day sulking at his
parents' side.
So the fateful day grew nearer, and I spent nearly
every free moment in feverish planning, preparation,
and practice for the role that I had assigned myself to
play in the upcoming event. At the same time I tried to
remain confident and comforting to Mim, who by now
lived in a near constant state of intense fear. These
were definitely not the best days of our life, but
looking back now, they brought out the best in us and
drove us together with such force that is hardly
conceivable to withstand.
CHAPTER 14: Deus Ex Machina
Doctor Hirnzweig was a rail thin man, who spoke with a
deliberate and clearly German accent. He wore a long
shiny black leather coat and his instrument-case
matched the coat. His face was gaunt with parchment-
like skin that looked as if tightly stretched around
his skull and face. This gave him an evil and ominous
appearance, which was accented by his steel-rimmed
spectacles through which his constantly moving, but
hardly ever blinking pale grey eyes disdainfully
observed the world. His mouth was a straight horizontal
gash in his face that seemed to have no lips.
The man clearly dressed for effect and I found him to
be distasteful to the point of being abhorrent. Of
course I was prejudiced. This doctor was invited to
perform a mutilating operation on my dear little
sister's genitals. That in itself was enough to make my
blood boil, although I carefully avoided to voice or
show my animosity, but the doctor had a clear and
obvious disdain for anyone who even remotely crossed
his path.
Today was the Wednesday after my sisters' 13th
birthday, and the doctor had punctually shown up at the
moment that our study had ended at 2pm. Despite the
doctor's repulsive countenance and demeanor Mrs.
Barnacle was if not respectful, then at least deeply
awed by the man's presence, and bent over backwards so
as to please the doctor while he was in the study to
summon Mim for the operation.
Mim and I had dreaded this day and had prepared in
detail how to avoid Mim from being neutered into
something less than female eunuch. We looked at each
other and exchanged desperate but resolute glances when
the doctor led Mim out of the study.
Mrs. Barnacle dismissed me from classes almost as an
afterthought and with my heart pounding in my chest and
throat, I chose the nearest safe entry into the network
of tunnels and passages that led to the secret domain,
as Mim and I called our hidden room in the attic.
I burst into the hidden room and hurried to the WC/GUNS
closet. I opened it and hastily opened the cabinet
where the revolvers were stored. The revolver that I
selected was a small viciously looking piece that
accepted 7 instead of 6 cartridges, and I had
meticulously prepared it for operation a couple of days
before. I had even tested the ammunition and fired some
practice-rounds in the woods, not far from where we
lived.
It worked fine, but I simply do not like guns. They are
noisy and generally applied for the wrong purposes.
This one however, I hoped to have redeem itself, by
serving the good cause of saving my sister. Hopefully
without living up to its designed function, I thought,
because that would signify that I had failed and would
therefore be knee-deep in the proverbial fecal matter,
and so would my dear little sister.
Another item that was essential for the proper
execution of my plans was stored in the brass bucket
next to the stool. The bucket contained mostly ice,
needed to keep the box with its contents from
decomposing. The box contained the labia and what I
assumed to be the equivalent of a clitoris of a sheep.
An almost full grown lamb, to be precise, that Joseph
had purchased on my request and had disassembled and
prepared for consumption.
The pieces as stored in this box looked almost exactly
as their human equivalents and would certainly fool my
parents who by any stretch of the imagination were no
experts in human anatomy. Whatever was further needed
to convince them about the authenticity of these
pathetic little fleshy scraps was context. Context was
what I was going to provide them with, I thought when
hurrying through the maze to Mim's room where the
operation was to take place. The box with fake labia I
had in my left pocket, and the revolver was heavily
bumping on my right thigh where it sat in my right hand
pocket.
Arriving at Mim's room I saw that all was still in
progress to prepare for Mim's circumcision. Mim was
sitting in a chair in her nightgown. She shivered and
looked pale and frightened. Every once and again she'd
peek at the mirror, and I performed our, by now,
standard signal; One twitch of the figurine means I'm
here and all's fine, whereas 2 twitches means; I'm
here, but things suck! Please divert attention so that
I can find a different solution. I carefully twitched
the figurine once and Mim picked up on it immediately.
For a moment she showed a look of relief and defiance
on her face.
The doctor had laid out his array of knives scissors,
clamps and scalpels and was doing something with a
bottle and a little cap that I recognized as a
chloroform cap. On a chair next to Mim's bed sat my
mother. To my horror, she did not show any inclination
to leave and viewed the proceedings with intense
interest.
I broke out in sweat. I hadn't counted on my mother
being in the room. This was serious and my mind raced
to come up with a suitable plan for diversion. Set the
house on fire. Shoot the gun in the hallway. Do
something!!! I agonized and in terrified fascination as
I watched the doctor walk to the bed with the terrible
deliberation of a preying mantis.
In his left hand he held up the cap that was drenched
in chloroform, and in his right hand he held a scalpel,
its cutting edge wickedly gleaming and glittering in
the light that streamed through the tall windows. Tears
of rage and frustration welled up in my eyes, but I was
petrified. I knew I had to tear myself away and do
something, but my body would not respond. It was as if
I was drugged and paralyzed by this horrible spectacle.
Mim was stirring restlessly and now had a look of
complete panic and desperation on her face. Her breath
was coming in gasps out of her half open mouth. She
pleadingly looked at her mother, then to the doctor,
and back to my mother again. Both did not show any
signs of letting up and my mother had a strange
serenely unblinking smile on her face. Her had eyes
fixed on my sister's gender.
The doctor did not show any emotion at all. He could
have been an automaton, a dreadful machine completely
dedicated to the task ahead. He turned to my mother.
"You vill stay here und assist me, Frau Scariff?" He
asked in his terrible falsetto voice.
"Zat vill not be required. I am perfectly capable of
performing zis minor task by myselff. I vould razzer
haf you be outside to keep ozzers from unduly
interrupting my vork."
"No, no, no, my dear doctor." My mother objected
without taking her gaze off Mim.
"I will stay here and try to calm my dear young
daughter for the things that will come to pass shortly
now."
"Very vell, but I vill haf to warn you zat zis vill not
be a pleasing sight." The doctor said while a mirthless
smile swept the corners of his mouth slightly upwards.
"It never is." He added with somber satisfaction.
"It is all right." My mother said. "This will be such a
relief to have it behind us, my dear." Now addressing
my sister. "You will not believe that you ever had any
doubts or fears about this. It will make you strong and
virtuous in many ways, like it did with me."
Mim's look now turned to terror. She tried to get up
from the bed and get away from mom and the doctor.
"No!" She screamed. "I don't want this to happen to me!
Get away from me! Somebody HELP ME!" She struggled to
get loose and flee, but my mother pushed her back into
the bed, now holding the squirming Mim down.
The doctor now quickly pushed the cap over Mim's nose
and mouth and firmly kept it in place, muffling Mim's
cries.
"Zis is actually much better. Zis vay she cannot hold
her breath and she vill be asleep now very soon." The
doctor commented dryly. Mim's movements became slower
and less coordinated, and finally she became limp and
sunk back into the pillows on the bed.
This seemed to break the spell that my mother appeared
to be under, and she stood up, straightened her hair
and her dresses and she said to the doctor; "I am truly
sorry about this display that she made out of this
doctor. We have done our best to prepare her as good
and thoroughly as possible. She has always been a touch
wayward. I would even say selfish and ungrateful at
times, but that will be over soon. You can proceed
now."
The Doctor disagreed: "No, I cannot proceed now for
about 10 minutes, since your daughter vas so much
emoted, I vill haf to vait until her system has relaxed
completely, and the blood circulation has fully
returned to approximately normal conditions. You vil
haf to take some distance for now. I do not care to
operate vhen people are vatching on my hands. I haf to
able to move free of obstructions. You obstruct my
working area. Please receed, and sit yourself down in
zat chair." He pointed to a chair near the door.
Obediently my mother moved to the chair, and I ,
knowing that I had some 10 minutes to come up with
something, was getting ready to do something drastic so
as to prevent the doctor from performing his works. I
had almost decided to set fire to part of the house and
thus divert attention by urging everyone to evacuate
the premises, since that would be the only way I could
possibly hope to get my mother to leave. I was just
leaving my observation post when Miss. Biggle who was
clearly agitated and in distress, burst into Mim's
bedroom.
"Madam, Please come with me. Young master Jarvis has
returned, and he is in terrible shape. He has called
for you to meet him. Oh, madam he is so hurt, and he is
in so much pain, please quickly come with me. He needs
your attention so much!" Miss Biggle was in tears now,
and wrung her hands in distress.
"Well, all right then." Mother answered. Now that Mim
was totally unconscious her appetite for attending the
operation had dwindled, and vague doubts about it had
slowly began to emerge and were rising "I will come
with you. Doctor you can proceed at your discretion. I
will not be back until later. I would suggest to lock
the door so as not be disturbed or distracted again."
The doctor nodded in approval. "I can certainly do
wizzout ze disruption. You can go now, and I vil lock
ze door. I vill open it again if your daughter has
fully regained her consciousness, which vill probably
take 60 to 90 minutes. Until zen I vill appreciate if
no one vill furzer distract me or distress ze
patient.".
I had stopped dead in my tracks when Miss Biggle made
her entry, and was now back at the mirror, my hand at
the lever to open it as soon as my mother had made
herself scarce.
"So this is where Jarvis gets to play his best role in
life sofar. At least from our perspective. He may have
a different view on this." I mused. Mother left the
room and the doctor who had already walked to the door
quickly locked it as soon as it closed.
"Und jetzt, mein Liebchen, ze matter is now entirely in
my hands." Doctor Hirnzweig murmured as he walked back
to the bed. "I do not like to do zis to such a
beautiful young child like you, but ze money is good,
and ze task easy. Zat is too bad for you. You will lose
your pleasure...."
At this point I opened the mirror and with the revolver
pointed straight ahead of me I entered the room and
said "Not necessarily doctor. I urge you to lay the
scalpel down on that table there" and I pointed to the
table near the windows. The doctor grew even paler than
his normally already parchment like complexion, then
when seeing that it was a mere boy that threatened him,
he became red in the face and shouted "Was?, Is zere no
end to the lunacy in zis house? How am I to perform my
services if each and every inhabitant of zis
verfluchtes building comes bursting in on me."
The veins on his temples grew and showed themselves as
blue cracks in the skin of his head. "Vhat do you want,
you little urchin?" He demanded while demonstratively
lying down the scalpel and backing away from the muzzle
of the revolver that I kept within 3 feet of his face.
I was not in the least impressed with his blustery
attitude that was clearly intended to bluff me off. I
felt strangely calm and in complete control of the
situation.
"It seems to me that there is a difference in
interests, doctor. My sister has decided that does not
wish to part with that what nature provided her with,
whereas my parents are of a different opinion. I myself
find the whole procedure barbaric, and therefore seek
to keep you from performing it." I carefully and
patiently explained.
"Nature, Nature, vhat does a young whippersnapper like
you know about nature? "
The doctor demanded to know.
"Not nearly enough doctor, but I have many years ahead
of me to learn about it, whereas you may have
preciously little time if you decide that you cannot
fall in with my plans. This revolver is of excellent
design, in perfect working condition and I am quite
proficient in its use." I cocked the hammer and made
sure that the doctor had a clear view of the bullets
that showed their tips in the cylinder.
"So, now that the introductory pleasantries have been
properly taken care of, I suggest that we get down to
business." I grimly remarked and continued with my
planned expose to the doctor.
"As I said before, this operation is not to take place,
and in addition to that, I aim to keep my parents from
knowing that my sister will still be intact after this,
so I made my preparations. From you I need to know now
if you are willing to co-operate or if you are willing
to risk my willingness to defend my sister. It is up to
you. Your answer please." I demanded.
"Vhat is your plan, you young fool. Your parents may
very vell demand to see proof of ze operation, and it
normally is quite bloody and messy you know." The
doctor angrily retorted.
"I have thought of that, doctor." I replied and pulled
the box with the sheep's parts out of my pocket. "Here
inspect this and present it as the fruit of your
intended labor." The doctor opened the small box, and a
sly but admiring smile formed itself on his face.
"Not bad, you young fool, not bad, except that zere is
no blood to account for the cutting." He spat out
dismissing my plans.
"Of that I have also thought." I said. "This operation
is supposed to be of a sanitary nature, Correct?" The
doctor nodded.
"But it isn't by a far stretch, it is actually quite
dangerous due to infections that can occur. Correct?"
Again the doctor nodded, be it reluctantly.
"So, why don't you perform one that is at least
conceivably beneficial from a sanitary point of view.
My sister has had her first periods and complained that
the discharge was rather prolonged and at times
painful. Am I correct to assume that this can be due to
a near complete seal by the hymen that normally allows
passage of the discharge?"
The doctor kept on nodding. And his face lit up in a
wicked smile. "You mean zat you vant me to rupture your
sister's hymen? Vhat a deliciously vhicked idea. I vill
haf to remember zis. Go on you little criminal." And a
genuine smile of unholy glee came upon his face. "No
vait, I get ze drift, and I vill perform zat vhat you
ask of me.
Vhat a great vay of getting back to zose conceited and
condescending so called Upper Class. Let me get my
scalpel you rascal, and stay out of my vay." I felt as
if I had lost control of the situation. The doctor's
obvious delight with the developments of this affair
kind of startled me and threw me off balance.
"O.K. doctor, but no games and no sudden moves. I will
first get into a position where I can keep a clear view
of what you are doing and then I will tell you to
proceed. Stay where you are until then." I said
nervously.
The doctor stayed put, keeping a respectful gaze on the
muzzle that still pointed to roughly between his eyes,
while I moved into position. When I was satisfied with
the view and possibilities to cover the doctor at the
same time, I said. "Go ahead, doc, but be careful with
my sister, very careful."
Now the doctor enthusiastically neared the bed with the
scalpel that he had picked up along the way. He put
Mim's legs to each side, carefully parted her labia,
peeked inside and inspected her femininity.
"Exactly as you said, you little vise-ass. Her hymen is
very much closed indeed. Much more closed zan normally
is ze case. Zere are only two very small natural
punctures zat I can see. She could easily contract very
severe infections. Besides zis, even ze most violent an
insistent man vould haf serious problems negotiating
zis barrier. Zis, I vil solve immediately."
The doctor quickly moved the scalpel into position and
made a quick circular motion. A tiny piece of tissue of
what looked like piece of skin with small veins in it
came loose and blood welled up from my sister's young
womanhood.
I became nauseous at the sight of my dear little sister
bleeding there and gagged slightly. My hand that held
the revolver shook uncontrollably and visibly. The
doctor apparently noticed that and said "You can put
zat instrument avay now, you indolent little sod. I am
committed as it is.
If zis becomes known I vill loose my reputation and
business and thus ze means to maintain my expensive
vices. As for you, I urge you not to mention zis to
anyone or else I vill haf to tell your parents, who in
turn may invite a different physician under
circumstances zat vill undoubtedly be less favorable
for your intervention. Do ve understand each other very
clearly?"
While saying this he put some of my sister's blood in
the box containing the sheep's parts, and he carefully
soiled the sheets and my sister's night gown. "Zere,
zat should fool zem. Donnerwetter, it has been long
since I had such fun. I commend you for your perfidious
mind, your control, and your loyalty to your sister you
little criminal. You vill go far if you keep it up like
zis." He commented more cordially now.
"I read Machiavelli,." I said shakily, but relieved
that all seemed to go as well as it did.
"Oh, zat explains part of it, but zere is much more to
learn as you stated before. Your sister vill vake up
shortly. It is best zat you be ze first one to tell her
not to vorry. She may not trust me after vhat happened
earlier. Zere is plenty of time. I vill retreat to ze
far corner of zis room so as not to disturb her too
much." Demonstratively the doctor seated himself with
his back to us in a chair facing the windows.
CHAPTER 15: No Problems
Mim started to stir, she moaned and mumbled
incoherently until she opened her eyes. Her eyes swam
in tears, as she tried to focus and comprehend where
she was. Suddenly she realized where she was and a look
of panic and fear cam on her face. She started to sit
up, but was still too weak to do so. I gently pushed
her back into the pillows.
"It's okay Mim. Nothing serious happened. You're still
complete. The doctor has not taken away anything that
you wouldn't want to get rid of anyway. I love you and
everything will be O.K." I tried to comfort and relax
her.
"But I was gone. I was put to sleep, and Mom held me
down, and you were not there, and the doctor came at me
with a knife... It stings a little down there...What
happened? Am I still..." Mim anxiously asked while she
searched my face for whatever might have shown her bad
news.
I was happy that she had fully awakened now and I told
her in short what had happened. "You are O.K. You still
have everything, except your hymen. It was too much
closed and would have caused you much discomfort anyway
with your periods and all."
I cautioned her with a meaningful glance into the
doctor's direction who was still sitting with his back
towards us. "The doctor decided to share my view on
matters, and has resolved this 'sanitary' hazard. It
also is a perfect cover-up since it actually looks a
tad ghastly down there right now. I will have to go
now, because mom can come back any minute now and then
it will be up to you to play the hurt little bird. I
will be back later."
Having her fears and worries put to rest, Mim quickly
stole a kiss, and managed a wicked little smile. "I
will be such a sweet little hurt bird. You will not
believe how hurt I will pretend to be. I will milk this
for what it's worth, you can rely on that."
I stood up, wondering what to do next, but the doctor
had also risen and now came up to the bed. "I vould
suggest zat you make yourself scarce now my small
desperado, but I vould also suggest that you first
release the hammer of your revolver into a more safe
position. Nasty things can happen vith zings like zat.
Now be off. I vill not look vere you go to, provided
zat it vill be within a very short time." The doctor
advised.
"Thanks doc, I will do that. I will keep a close look
at what you are doing though." I still did not really
like him and had the notion that I could only trust him
as far as I could keep track of him.
"You vill not haf to vorry. I vill clean up now. You,
young lady, vill haf to wear zis diaper-like garment
inside your panties for a day or zree. Zere vill be no
furzer bleeding, but you may want to leave some blood-
stains anyvay, so as to make ze impression zat ze
operation has actually taken place. Ask your brozzer to
donate some. It may strengthen his ego."
The doctor continued sourly. "Are you still here? Be
gone, you stupid little boy. Go play ze cowboy, or
something similarly stupid. Go away and leaf me in
peace wis my patient." He commanded.
I made off to the mirror and slipped away into the
safety of the maze, where I took up my position as
observer again. The doctor and Mim quietly talked for a
while, the doctor giving Mim advise on how to properly
fool my parents and anyone else for that matter. After
an hour, the doctor unlocked the door to Mim's room and
waited.
Not long after that, both my mother and father entered
Mim's room, and talked to the doctor before even
looking at Mim. "How did it go?" My dad gruffly
demanded to know.
"No problems at all Mr. Scariff. Vould you vish to be
presented viz ze proof of ze operation?" The Doctor
replied. My father grew pale and shook his head, but my
mother clearly could not contain her morbid fascination
and with unbecoming eagerness indicated her interest in
the matter.
The doctor showed the fake set of pitiful remains, and
that caused my father to gagg, turn away and leave the
room without a word, whereas my mother looked at it
briefly with an almost disappointed look, upon which
said coldly to the doctor. "Very well, doctor. You can
take that away now, and dispose of it in an appropriate
manner. We have no further use for it."
"As you vish, madam." The doctor said while packing
away the box into his instrument-case. "I vill haf to
charge you additionally for disposal of human remains,
however. I vill send you ze bill shortly. Good day."
The doctor did not wait for replies or protestations
and swiftly left the room.
In my hiding place I quietly chuckled. I did not
begrudge the rascal his additional income at the
expense of my parents. He had served our goals
perfectly and splendidly. I hoped have seen the last of
him, though.
My mother went to Mim's bed and sat down on the chair
next to it. "My poor little darling." She addressed Mim
while stroking Mim's hair. "You will have some pain
there, but it was really necessary for you to go
through this. Even more so now your poor brother Jarvis
has returned from France, being less than half the man
than when he went to it.
"You are now the hope of our family empire. Your
marriage with the good young master Arbuckle will
guarantee the position of our family within the trade.
Rest now, my dear. I will return later." Not waiting
for any possible replies from my sister's side, she
stood up and strode out of Mim's bedroom and closed the
door behind her. Leaving Mim to her own thoughts and,
were it not for the real course of events, her despair
and her grief.
I felt free to quickly open the mirror, poke my head in
and say. "I will be with you as soon as possible Mim. I
will come through the normal door though." Mim smiled
and nodded acknowledgement, and I went off again, this
time to the hidden domain to finally rid myself of the
revolver. After that I returned to my own room through
which I entered the normal house environment. I left my
room into the hallway and noticed that the door to
Jarvis's suite was open.
CHAPTER 16: How to mend the Broken
Curiously I peeked inside and saw that there were many
cases and boxes inside. "Come in, Francis." I heard my
older brother's voice from the private quarters in the
adjacent room. "It is you Francis, isn't it?" He asked.
I walked into the bedroom and looked at Jarvis who was
sitting in a wheelchair. Jarvis was a shadow of
himself.
His left leg was missing and his face looked ashen,
severely scarred and four times his real age. His
breath came out in short wheezing gasps and he had an
unhealthy cough that wracked his posture and contorted
his face whenever he had to cough, which was often. I
was appalled. "My Lord, Jarvis what has happened to
you?" I softly asked as I walked over to him and took
his frail and pathetically thin hands in mine. He
didn't answer straightaway, but somebody else did in an
un-mistakenly British voice.
"By courtesy of His Imperial Highness Kaiser Wilhelm
poor old Jarvis was honored with ever so much more than
a whiff of poison gas, kindly and lovingly delivered by
the grenade that equally lovingly relieved your brother
from his leg. By the way, I'm Captain Reginald
Aldershot of His Royal Majesty the King's Own Ulster
Fuseliers. You can call me Reggie for short.
"No, you can't give me a hand, because I have none
left, but those are the only things I'm missing,
whereas your brother has to do with less than his
originally issued equipment. I decided to be a good
sport and drop him off at home. We have become quite
close, you know. Hospitals tend to do that. Well in any
case, here we are. Nice to meet you anyway, old chap."
Reginald was tall, thin, sandy haired with a short
clipped sand-colored moustache. He was dressed in a
British officer's uniform with his hands showing as
unmoving black gloves.
I walked up to him and without offering a hand I said."
Nice to meet you Reginald, I am as you know Jarvis's
brother Francis, and I am dreadfully sorry to see both
of you in the condition that you are. If there's
anything that I can do for both of you, please let me
know. I will do anything within my means to help. "
"Jolly good of you. Old sport." Reginald answered with
a stoic smile. "We will talk later, Francis. Please
leave us alone for now." Jarvis added quietly.
"All right, Jarvis. I will leave now, and I'll see both
of you later." I replied, simply not knowing what to
add further to the conversation, and I left the room
and Jarvis's study.
I was shocked and sad about what had happened to Jarvis
and his friend Reggie. Deep in thoughts I went into
Mim's room, and quietly walked over to her. "What took
you so long Francis and what is eating you?" Mim asked
seriously, seeing the somber look upon my face.
"I went to see poor old Jarvis. He lost a leg and is in
a very bad shape. I feel very sorry for him, but I
think that he doesn't want that." I replied. "He
brought a friend with him who lost both of his hands.
British officer called Reginald. Nice guy, but totally
out of his mind I'm afraid." I told Mim.
"But Francis, that is horrible. Mom came by as well and
acted as if Jarvis is nothing more than an
inconvenience and a liability by now." Mim said
disgustedly. "They now think that I'm the only one to
save the family fortune, given the Arbuckle deal. I
think they will be in for a surprise." She continued
grimly and asked me in a serious way "Is there any way
we can possibly get Jarvis involved in our pact so that
he will not be so terribly alone? I mean, right now
he's not one of us, and apparently mom and dad dropped
him like a hot brick. That leaves him with no one to
turn to in this house, except maybe that Reginald
character that he brought along."
I was truly touched by her immediate and unselfish
concern for Jarvis and impressed with her practical
approach in the matter, because it made a lot of sense.
"My lovely Mim, there is a reason why I love you so
much, aside from your looks that is. You are so right
about that, but I would like to practice a little more
caution. I'll try to figure out a little more about
Jarvis and Reggie before we make any opening moves
allright?" I explained and Mim nodded gravely in
agreement and soon her beautiful face took on a look of
joyful mischief.
"And now something different, my dear brother." She
said.
"All is found to be in good working order with me. I
ran a complete set of tests, and all appears to be in
perfect operational status, except that by now I can
stick my finger all the way in whereas that was not
possible in the past. So when can we do something about
that terrible hunger that I feel inside of me? Right
now, I am salivating like a maniac from my second
little mouth. If my 'bunny' doesn't get its carrot very
soon, I don't know what I will do. I am almost
desperate with lust."
I felt my member jumping and start swelling. "Be
careful my little sister." I said, "We are not in the
clear yet, although we passed the worst, we are not to
raise any suspicion, or we will have an entirely
different ballgame on our hands.
I lust after you as well, and possibly we can do
something about that tonight, if you feel up to it." I
kissed her lips and mischievously played with my tongue
over her lips and briefly met hers, tasting her sweet
mouth."
"I could have you here and now. My body is ready for
you and my belly is crying out for you." Mim said
longingly. "Except that that would be very risky, since
I am to get my diner here any moment now."
"I'll check later tonight, and if you still feel that
way we can go up to the hidden domain." I said,
standing up and walking to the door. "Until then play
the hurt little bird, sweet sister. Play it to the
limit and with conviction. Your parts depend on it." I
blew her a kiss and opened the door, only to bump into
the massive hulk of Miss Biggle who carried Mim evening
meal.
"Goodness Gracious me, Young master Francis, you gave
me quite a scare there. Everyone has been looking for
you and diner is served. They are all waiting for you.
How is the poor young lady doing by now?" She asked
quietly with pity and compassion in her voice.
"She's suffering Miss Biggle, she is really hurting
presently. Hopefully your kind services, a good meal
and a sound night's rest will do her good." I gravely
said, straining not to let my real feelings transpire.
"Please go ahead and serve her the meal, she is great
need of it in order to recover." After this I made off
and went to the dining area to take part in the family
diner.
CHAPTER 16: Safe and Dark
Diner was set, and all were waiting for me to join
them. Mom and dad sat on the opposite ends of the
table, as far away from each other as decency allowed.
Jarvis sat slumped in his wheelchair glumly staring at
nothing in particular. Reginald, sat stiffly and ramrod
straight in his immaculate officers' diner jacket. His
back free from the chairs' back and let his gaze wander
across all gathered at the table letting it briefly
rest on each of us so as to muster the individuals in
detail. I attempted to appear as my normal self, and
quietly and quickly took my place at the table.
Mother eyed me with obvious disapproval and addressed
her aggravation regarding my tardiness with sarcasm.
"Well, now that young master Francis has found it in
the goodness of his heart to join us for the evening
meal. Let me welcome our dear son Jarvis back into our
family home. He went through great and terrible ordeals
and joins us here as a hero and a champion of freedom
after having served so bravely on the battlefields of
France."
Jarvis stirred nervously and let his eyes wander across
the table with a haunted look that made me almost feel
his pain and suffering. "You can leave it at that
Mother, It is of no significance." He wheezed.
Mother raised her eyebrows and glared at him, but
continued. "Also we would like to welcome the honorable
Captain Sir Reginald Aldershot, who likewise served in
France and made his sacrifices to freedom in service of
His Royal Majesty King George with the Kings Own Ulster
Fuseliers.
He was so good as to accompany Jarvis on his way home
and has our deep respect and affection for the kind
care that he extended to our son. Sir Reginald deserves
our friendship and support and will be welcome to stay
here as long as he desires. For the time being he will
share Jarvis's quarters until more fitting arrangements
can be made."
Sir Reginald showed us a smile that did not reach his
eyes, and acknowledged all at the table by politely
nodding to each one of us. "Thank you for your kind and
welcoming words, my lady, I am deeply indebted by your
hospitality and extend to you my services as honor
dictates." He said, his voice sounding formally and
ultimately correct. He almost let sound like a parade-
ground exercise.
Mother did not deem it necessary to further acknowledge
my presence, or mention anything about Mim for that
matter and the meal was served.
For a man without hands, Sir Reginald was remarkably
agile and proficient in dealing with the meal and to
any unaware observer he would show hardly any clue that
would betray his handicap. He also was quite sociable
and kept up a steady stream in the conversation. As it
turned out, he had been educated mostly in boarding
schools because his parents lived mainly overseas while
being commissioned in the respective colonial
administrations. At the age of 14 he had entered
Officer's school and had capped off his education with
the Sandhurst Academy, where he received officers'
commission at the top of his class.
Jarvis remained quiet and ate his meal in silence, his
attention directed to his plate and would only respond
when directly addressed to. He made the impression of
being burdened under intense guilt and something else
that I could not quite put my finger on, but I thought
that that would come later. For now, I felt very sorry
for him and tried to cheer him up a bit by chit-
chatting away about the few things worth mentioning
that took place during his absence. He clearly feigned
his interest in the matters that I brought up, and at
one point indicated that he was tired and wanted to
left alone.
Father had struck up a conversation with Sir Reginald,
and clearly had problems keeping up his end of it under
the mercurial storming pace that Sir Reginald set.
Father looked worried, pale and I suddenly noticed that
he had lost quite a bit of hair as of lately. At some
places it looked as if whole chunks of his hair had
simply vanished, and his look had a strange haunted
quality over it. It was as if he was not quite there.
It dawned on me that he must be sick and remembering
the conversation between him and mother, a month ago I
suspected that it could very well have to do with his
frequent visits to Ms. Flaherty's 'Sports-club'. Father
had syphilis, I concluded and I strained to remember
what I had read about it in the library and in the
collection in the attic. What immediately came to mind
was not very reassuring, but I decided to look it up
and get more detailed information. The meal was winding
down to its end, with Father, Sir Reginald and Jarvis
retreating to the smoking room to indulge in cigars and
brandy, and mother enjoying her customary glass or port
in solitude.
I myself was, as normal, subjected to the much dreaded
and disgusted indignity of the cod-liver oil treatment
before I was allowed to excuse myself and make myself
scarce.
Sucking on the customary peppermints that, as far as I
could remember, followed on the spoonful of cod-liver
oil I left the dining area, and went to my own room. I
had found that to be the safest route to wherever I
wanted to go afterward, because I could lock my own
door, and then choose the mirror to gain access to the
network.
My thoughts of dinner were still swirling around in my
mind and I needed some time to sort them out and let
them settle where I thought them to appropriate. Of
course Mim was never far away from my thoughts, and I
felt very warm towards her. This day had been something
that we had dreaded so much, and the feeling, that it
was over and done with in the way that we wanted it to,
made me feel very powerful and confident. Even the
disturbing reappearance of Jarvis and the introduction
of Reggie did not seem to take away much of the glow
that I felt.
After locking my door, I went to the mirror and
disappeared into the safe darkness of the network to
make my shortest route to Mim's room. As by now
customary, I first checked whether the coast was clear
and since all looked peaceful and quiet in Mim's room,
I entered it through her mirror.
Mim was delighted to see me and we kissed and hugged
each other for a while. It was still too early for the
rest of the house to settle down for the night and it
was theoretically possible that visitors would come and
see Mim in her room. We decided to be cautious and at
least keep up an appearance of correctness and modesty.
It was no secret, by now, that Mim and I were close as
brother and sister, and the fact that I would spend
time with her after the presumed operation would be
seen as very normal and even laudable. Except by my
mother of course. She came in after about an hour,
evidently after having enjoyed more than her normal
single glass of port.
Her gait was slightly unstable, her hair was in
disarray and She was utterly dismayed to find me in
Mim's bedroom. She did not hesitate a second to give
vent to this in a slurred avalanche of venom, which for
the sake of good order and decency, I will not, even
now after so many years, repeat.
Mainly she vented her wrath in accusations and innuendo
to my address that, frankly speaking, were not too far
of the mark, combined with generalizations about the
male variety in general, and my father's offspring in
particular. She then proceeded with unholy glee to list
and explain the extent of the operation that she
perceived as having taken place and it portent on the
rest of Mim's life in most vulgar details.
Mim and I exchanged glances and we decided to play it
along for the sake of safety. Although the last month
had taught us a lot about my mothers prevailing
attitudes and preferences and to keep our cards close
to our chests, this was not an easy thing to do. Both
of us had limited knowledge of the effects of alcohol,
let alone ways of dealing with clearly intoxicated and
belligerent individuals. So we complied and resorted to
expected behavior by me throwing a tantrum and Mim
starting to cry and sob.
This apparently only seemed to aggravate the situation
because Mom intensified her diatribe, and soon the
altercation started to attract a more general
attention.
First the kind Miss Biggle appeared and while wringing
her hands in despair she tried to calm mother with
soothing remarks with the effect of only aggravating
things further and by inviting herself to be included
in mom's vituperations.
Next in line was poor Joseph, who by simply appearing
was added to the roll-call of vices and insults,
although here several racial epitaphs were added to the
already very colorful and descriptive tirade.
Finally father, Jarvis and Sir Reginald joined the
fray, and the pandemonium was complete. Suddenly it
seemed as if mother had run into a brick wall. She
stopped dead in her tracks and looked around at the
congregated inhabitants of our house. Without a further
word she marched out of Mim's room and slamming doors
behind her, she went off to her own wing of the house.
If nothing else, mom had, by now managed to antagonize
everyone on the premises. The dogs and our carriage
horses were already unpleasantly disposed to her
anyway.
Father and Jarvis seemed only marginally shocked by all
the things that had passed review in mother's eloquent
descriptions. Sir Reginald now, for the first time
showed some kind of emotion by being completely
flabbergasted after which he asked while showing a
toothy grin. "Good Lord, Jarvis, have you spilled the
beans on me already, or were these the general
assumptions? She would do well in the house of commons,
or with the trade-unions for that matter."
We left it at that and all except me left Mim's room. I
sat down again beside Mim's bed. We were both quiet and
did not really know what to think of this whole
undignified affair. Mim was still sniffing a bit and
was slowly regaining her emotional balance. "What a
horrid experience!" She said. "What filthy, degrading
and uncompromisingly hateful thoughts does she have.
Francis, is that what 'it' has done to her?".
"No, Mim it can't be only that. There must have been a
world full of frustration within her that made her say
these things. She probably never had any other way of
expressing them and now, being intoxicated, she lost
her inhibitions to keep them inside. She'll be sorry if
and when she realizes what she said, but I doubt it
whether she's ever going to admit that. It is best not
to think too much of it and remain within our normal
patterns of behavior. Speaking of which; How do you
feel by now?"
"I feel O.K. Francis, but please don't go away now. I
need to have you with me after this disgusting event.
Just to get it out of my thoughts." Mim answered
quietly and continued "She really wants me to go
through what she underwent in all those years. It is so
sad, so intensely sad." I remained quiet and simply
held and stroked her hands.
We sat there for I don't know how long. Finally we
heard Jarvis and Reginald go to their quarters, about
half an hour later followed by dad's heavy footsteps
indicating that he too was retiring for the night. I
turned down the lights and lit the candle on Mim's
nightstand. "It looks like things are settling down a
bit." I said and kissed Mim softly on the side of her
neck. "Mmmmm, I thought you'd never get around doing
that. It makes never fails to make me want you."
Mim replied, clearly having dealt with what previously
happened. "Let's go up and play a little." She added
lightheartedly in whispers, and got out of the bed. "I
don't need that for tonight, I think." She said, and
pulled down her underpants with the bloody diaper in
it, after which she put on her housecoat and her
slippers. Looking intently at me she whispered in a
seductive voice "Are you coming with me, dear brother
of mine? We have some cherries to pick. I think it is
harvesting season." If I wasn't sure whether this night
was to be the right one, I was now and I was glad that
I let her set the pace. I could have waited a lot
longer, but now that she made it clear that she was up
for it, I was not going to back out of it. "Coming,
Dear!" I whispered back, while my member was quickly
erecting itself. I got up, took her hand and together
we walked to the mirror.
CHAPTER 17: Sweetness of forbidden fruit
Once we were in our secret room, I led Mim to the table
where I had placed a little box. I the box were 2 rings
that I bought earlier that week. I had left the house
and had Joseph take me to one of the jewelers in town.
Joseph did not ask questions, but was truly surprised
that I wanted to go there. I had asked him to wait with
the carriage while I was selecting the rings.
The jeweler had been a short, bald friendly man with a
pleasant accent. He had shown me several examples of
his selection. I finally settled for a pair of
exquisitely crafted rings that consisted of two
identical golden bands intertwined in each other. The
jeweler was shocked that I chose those since they were
by far the most expensive pair in their weight
category.
He was even more shocked that I paid him in cash with
four of the gold pieces that I had taken from the hoard
in the attic. "Young man, this is most unusual. You
embarrass me greatly, because I cannot accept these
pieces. You are overpaying me in such magnitude that I
cannot hope to have change for it." I was in no mood
for complications, so I said. "Keep them and do
something nice with them. The rings that I bought are
expected to represent and last a lifetime. The four
pieces are a pittance compared to that. Good day to you
and yours."
Mim's eyes went wide when she saw the rings, and she
brought her hands to her mouth as she gasped. "Oh,
Francis, those are the most beautiful rings I have ever
seen! They are so fine and .... They are perfect!"
"I thought so as well. I only had to think of you,
divide your loveliness by a million-gazillion and match
the result. These barely made it." I whispered in her
ear, while nibbling her earlobe. "I love you, I want
you and I want you to be mine forever, my dear little
sister." Mim said nothing. She just stood there, and
watched the rings. Then she turned to me, with tears in
her eyes, and her lower lip trembling. "And I want you
Frank. No 'buts and ifs'. I will be yours."
We embraced and kissed, our hands holding, then
stroking, searching, holding again. Reluctantly we let
go of each other, and started to undress. Mim being
dressed only in her housecoat and nightgown helped me
and slowed me down just enough to make me want her even
more. Her small soft hands caressing me wherever she
got hold of me. My blood sang in my ears, and to me it
felt as if she was magical, radiating warmth and love
to me. We did not say anything, since there was nothing
to be said.
She led me to the bed and embraced me as we stood
there. I let my hands play through her hair and I
smelled the fine sweet fragrance of her hair and her
body, feeling her skin touch mine very lightly. Her
small nipples and the firm softness of her developing
breasts pressing against my chest made me ache for her
and I kissed her shoulders and her neck. She raised her
head and her eyes met mine in an infinitely loving
gaze. I did not want this ever to end and I felt so
full of love towards her. I felt it fill me and build
up like a giant wave, except that it never seemed to
crest it just kept on growing. My manhood, already
fully erected for I don't know how long, made wet spots
on her belly where it touched her, and I felt her warm
wetness where she pressed her hairless gender against
my thigh.
I covered her face with kisses, and let our mouths
meet, part, then meet again, our lips parting and our
tongues meeting joyfully, touching, tasting, exploring.
We were in no hurry, but we were hungry for each other.
We wanted to make this last a lifetime, but we wanted
to be one.
We knew that we would not be understood by others, that
we would be outcasts, freaks, despised by our society.
We could never hope to gain recognition for our
feelings and our bond, but we felt strong and we knew
our feelings to be true. I held her face and drank in
her loveliness through my eyes, see the fine tiny
droplets of sweat on her forehead, the perfect lines of
her eyebrows and her deep blue-green eyes that could
gladly lose myself in. We let our lust for each other
ebb a little and provide us with some room for
seriousness.
"You realize that we are going to do something that
others will not fully understand and if they do, reject
as being abnormal, don't you?" I quietly asked. "Yes
Frank, I know, but I am decided, and I want this to
happen. It feels so right now that it seems
inconceivable that it will ever feel wrong to me. We
are so close, have so much trust, and are so convinced
that this is good for us. I want this to happen, no
matter what happens afterwards. Even now there is no
road back. " Mim answered, and stated as a matter of
fact.
"By the way, it is safe to do it now, since I will not
be fertile in the coming week. I did some reading up on
that, and if I understand correctly, I am not supposed
to be fertile anyway, but theoretically the fertile
part of my cycle will be about ten days from now. Let's
keep that in mind for the future."
I was startled and felt stupid and guilty at first.
Mostly because this aspect had actually escaped my
attention, and I admired Mim for having done her
homework.
"Good thinking sweet sister of mine, you were way ahead
of me in this respect. I had not even thought of that.
Now let's be lovers and pledge ourselves to each other.
I have prepared something to that effect." I solemnly
stated, and I pulled two sheets of parchment from under
a pillow on which I had written our vows.
I handed one over to Mim who quickly read it and nodded
with a smile. "You are so romantic and thoughtful. I
consider myself lucky to be with you." She said with
tears in her eyes. "It touches me very deeply. So
deeply that it almost hurts."
I did not quite know where to start at this moment, so
I just started to read out the vows from the parchment.
"Do you, Miranda Melinda accept from your brother
Francis Theodore, his virginity in proof of the love,
trust and comfort that you find in the bond of brother
and sister, in spirit, mind, soul and body.
To love and relish him, in health as well as in
sickness, in prosperity as well as in need, in
acceptance as well as under adversity until providence,
fate or death do us part." I read with a shaking voice.
Mim raised her head and looked me straight in my eyes
"I do." she replied barely audible and started to read
out her part.
"Do you, Francis Theodore accept from you sister
Miranda Melinda, her virginity in proof of the love,
trust and comfort that you find in the bond of brother
and sister, in spirit, mind, soul and body. To love and
relish her, in health as well as in sickness, in
prosperity as well as in need, in acceptance as well as
under adversity until providence, fate or death do us
part." She finished radiantly looking up at me.
"I do" I said hoarsely, feeling tears well up in my
eyes.
I got up, walked to the table and picked up the box
with the rings. Back on the bed I took out the smallest
one and put it on Mim's hand. Mim took out the other
ring and put it on mine. "For all intents and purposes,
I consider myself as being married to you my, dear
little sister. " I told Mim happily.
"As I to you, my dear little brother. Forever" She
replied softly.
We kissed, and let the fire of our lust rekindle and
flame up. We lay down on the bed again and looked at
each other, admiring and wanting. Seemingly letting our
hands live a life of their own, stroking, exploring,
wandering off and returning, their sole purpose to give
warmth and comfort and receive it at the same time. We
kissed and let our mouths explore where our hands could
not be.
It felt as if we flowed together, our joy and ecstasy
intertwining, our sweat and other fluids mingling, our
drive becoming one all consuming urge to become
physically one and perform the ultimate act of sexual
unity. My manhood was a big as it would ever get, and
Mim's femininity was brimming over with her welcoming
lubricating juices. Even without direct stimulation we
were both on the verge of an orgasm, and I felt my
testicles tightening, preparing for the rush the
release that I sought to withhold for as long as
possible.
"Now, Francis, let me have you now. I have waited for
so long, I want you! Please, get into me now!" Mim
pleaded. She rolled on her back, spread her legs a wide
as she could and tilted her pelvis so as to give me as
easy access to her vagina as possible. "Yes, I want you
too my dear! I will go deep into you, and we will be
one!" I sighed, while getting between her beautiful
legs. Seeing her small, delicate and moist love-temple
open to me with her small lips swollen and her clitoris
fully erected in expectation of me, almost made me
orgasm.
I leaned over her and rubbed the top of my shaft
through her delicious juices. I rolled my foreskin
fully over the top, while putting it at the entrance of
her vagina. Then I gently pushed forward and went into
her a little bit almost as if afraid to hurt my sister,
who soon would be my woman. Her labia parted further
and let me into her. I lifted my head and looked Min in
her eyes while I hung over her lithe young body,
resting on my arms, slowly lowering myself on top of
her longing and squirming belly and chest.
The entrance of her vagina made a tight little circle
at the top of my thrusting member and I felt it growing
wider. Wider and wider still, until it snapped tight
around the head of my shaft and I slowly started
pushing into my sister-wife-woman.
I was past where her virginity used to be and felt her
warmth and moistness envelop me, churning, sucking me
into her, urging to fill and fulfill her completely. I
pulled back slightly, and went forward again. This time
a little further, deeper, warmer.
CHAPTER 18: Quickening
I looked at Mim's face. Her eyes were closed now and
she crooned in ecstasy, her lips slightly apart. Her
were hips moving now, thrusting upwards to meet me, her
pelvis tilting to work me deeper into her. I kissed her
full on the mouth now, our mouths opening and hungrily
letting our tongues meet and dance a wild dance of
passion and delight.
I pulled back again, and felt her tight femininity hold
me and only reluctantly letting me go, her lubricating
moisture coating my shaft, making it feel cooler when
moving out, inviting me to return to the warmth within
her. Groaning, I pushed in again, deeper and deeper.
Her warm vagina kneading my member, her tightly
contracted muscle pulsing and rippling, causing waves
of pleasure to course through my body.
With sudden clarity it struck me that I was really
making love to my thirteen-year-old sister. The reality
of that combined with the love that I felt for Mim and
the primitive ecstasy brought me to a higher level of
consciousness. One where mind, spirit and body become
truly one, one with Mim's as well. This time I did not
pull back and just kept going deeper and deeper until I
could go no further.
Mim's wide open gender and labia kissed and fully
enveloped my surging manhood, her clitoris grinding
against the base of the shaft and the top of my penis
rubbing her cervix. We started moving, rotating and
grinding. We were stimulating each other in ways that
our fingers and mouths were never able to and will
never be. One in rhythm, one in love, one with each
other, completely fulfilled and fulfilling.
Our mouths parted and we kissed shoulders, neck and
chest of one another. Mim pulled up her legs and folded
them behind my back while her hands grasped me on my
back. Our union became a blurring feast of feeling,
smelling, tasting, its rhythm increasing with our
ecstasy. Our breathing became deeper and our moans less
controllable. Faster and deeper, more intense until I
felt Mim buck under me and she bit me in my shoulder
until it bled. The nails of her fingers dug into the
muscles along my spine. A primitive cry of lust welled
up from her after which she found my mouth and wildly
kissed me.
Her vagina contracted in a series of the tightest spasm
so far and, in turn, I felt my semen course through my
shaft, building up pressure and with tender violence,
stroke after stroke, I pumped my seed into my
ecstatically receiving sister. "Ooohhh, AAAHHHH, Mim,
you are finally mine. HHHAaaahhh, We are one in blood
and one in incest. OOOHHhhh I will love you the end of
time." Panting and sighing Mim answered, "And if you
think.... that can get away with less,.... you are dead
wrong. HooOOooohhhh, I will have you every night. Don't
stop now, I want you to continue I feel another....
AAAHHH, Yes,.. Yes,.... Yes ...Ooohh This is the best
thing I ever did!!! Deeper, Yes, Fill me,
IIIEEEEAAAaaahhh! Ohhhhhhhh," And again her deliciously
tight vagina milked my throbbing organ so that my lust
exploded again within her with waves of my young semen
coursing from me into her hungry body.
We rested a while with me inside her and we tenderly
caressed each other. Wordless songs of love, leaving no
place for other thoughts, went through our mind in
celebration of our deepest feelings for one another.
The flames of our incestuous lust flared up and raged
high again when we both had our third orgasm in our
first carnal union, before we were spent.
I stayed in her as long as my softening and shrinking
organ allowed me to. Even when I finally slipped out of
her, I remained on top of her, hearing her breath and
heartbeat slowing down and return to normal. I felt
dizzy and at the same time so peaceful, so much filled
with love for my sister that it brought tears of joy to
my eyes.
Mim lay quiet after the waves of her orgasms had
settled down to a peaceful and satisfied glow. Her eyes
were closed and she had a broad lazy smile on her face.
"Don't move darling." She murmured "Just don't move. I
feel sooo gooood. I want this to last as long as
possible. This was the most powerful feeling that I
ever had and I want more of it pretty soon."
So I remained where I was for I don't know how long,
and very tenderly kissed her face, noticing the single
teardrop that ran from her eyes. I kissed away the
teardrop that I knew to be of joy and not of hurt, and
she opened her beautiful eyes to look at me. "It was
good for me too." I said softly, my voice cracking and
showing the first signs of dropping my voice from a
young adolescent to that of a young man. "We are man
and woman now, and you have part of me still in you
where it will become part of you. I feel so completely
one with you...."
Mim put a finger on my lips. "Hush now, I want to hear
and feel your heartbeat, and just lie here with you
while we rest until we are ready again. This is going
to be a night for us to remember and relish, and I want
it be memorable to the limit. So get your rest while
you can, my sweetheart and my savior, because I intend
to have all of you tonight."
She sounded so much older and mature, now that I
allowed myself to see her in her own strength and with
her own desires, which soon were to be mine as well. My
member thought so anyway and started growing again. I
pressed it against Mim's open vagina and, even while it
had not even half erected itself, it effortless found
its way into her, firming up as it went. "Hmmmmm, that
feels heavenly. Keep up the good work, my love." Mim
crooned, playfully working her love-muscle.
"Just keep it there. Ready for me to enjoy it. I will
make it worth your while." I continued to let my penis
grow into her, feeling everything get into place,
remembering and recognizing. I felt her stretch around
me, her clitoris pressing to the front at the base of
my shaft. The depth of her vagina fitting perfectly
around the tip of my penis, and kneading it with every
tiny move that we made.
Her cervix resting as a soft and firm knot on top of my
penis's tip. Rubbing it and send early streaks of
pleasure through me like the first light stirring in
the air before a nearing hot summer's thunderstorm,
promising of the things to come. I lifted myself a bit
and let my mouth find her hard little nipples, sucking
them in, and playfully nibbling them. Mim kissed my
arms, and let her hands roam over them, feeling them
and here and there playfully pinching them as if to
sample the strength.
"You've got nice arms." Mim remarked, smiling
affectionately. "I noticed that they are very strong
when you held me. It feels good when you hold me that
tightly. It makes me feel safe, secure, as if you can
defend me and protect me, like I know you would." She
started moving her hips and worked her exquisite little
love muscle as if to make it feel the best for both of
us, and I answered her movements while continuing to
caress her wherever I could touch her.
Mim continued on a happily pensive tone "Funny, that
just over a month ago, we barely knew each other,
although we have lived together for as long as I know."
I answered her "Well, I guess maybe that's why we are
now like we are. I mean, something drove us together
and kept us there until we finally got to know each
other. It kind of forced us to open up and when that
happened we fell in love and also in lust for that
matter."
I lowered my face to hers and gently kissed her again
and Mim answered the kiss enthusiastically, after which
she went on with "You know, I think I always liked you
and was attracted to you. You always seemed to have a
purpose, drive, something to do. I wanted to be with
you, just to share in that." We continued to move in
unison, letting our bodies enjoy in a relaxed, lazy,
yet very intimate fashion.
The pleasure was not less, though and very soon our
conversation made place for our lustful moans and sighs
of enjoyment. Still we kept the same leisurely pace, my
manhood hardly moving in or out of Mim's femininity,
but our most sensitive parts almost constantly
stimulated by our slow and easy movements. It took
immense efforts from both of us, to keep control and
not take off on the mad dash towards release, and we
paced each other with caresses, kisses, touching and
holding.
Mim and I continued to look each other in the eyes, in
wonder and deep enjoyment of one another. Our orgasms,
when we finally reached them, were devastating, like
tornadoes. Suddenly striking, with dizzying,
devastating, primitive power.
Overwhelming us and sweeping us up and away from our
consciousness and into a maelstrom of loving, lusting,
and intense pleasure. When we finally came to, it felt
like an awakening, a quickening, a barrier had broken
and we felt free.
Our bodies felt as if aglow from our intimate embrace.
Our minds were clear, clean and bright with purpose and
dedication to each other.
It felt like the opposite of being spent. Mim giggled
"That was fun, and highly rewarding my lover. We have
to do this again some time." And she tickled me, until
I was squirming and giggling myself.
My member slipped out of her and a huge gulp of my
semen mixed with Mim's juices flowed out of her vagina,
spreading over us and over the bed. The sweet and
exiting smell of our lovemaking became almost tangible
and when it reached us, it intoxicated us, revitalized
us. We smeared it all over us and started kissing each
other where we could, feeling and tasting each other
and our love juices.
At one point I lay on my back with Mim lying halfway
over me. My erection was pointing up into the air at an
angle when Mim caught sight of it, se looked back at me
and smiled mischievously. "What? Not done yet? Well my
dear little brother, neither am I. I think I'm going to
take you for a ride, my stud." She stood up on the bed,
firmly planted her feet on either side of me, and
lowered herself upon me, straddling me and leading my
manhood between her reddened and swollen labia, into
her warm and dripping little hole.
"Li'l bunny is hungry, gotta feed li'l bunny some
carrot, or else li'l bunny will be sad." Mim said in a
little girly voice. "Brother has a nice carrot for li'l
bunny. Nice juicy carrot that makes poor hungry li'l
bunny feel good. Li'l bunny's mouth is watering for
brother's carrot. Go ahead, li'l bunny and have some of
brother's juicy carrot. It is nice and healthy for
you."
While saying this she lowered herself over my shaft and
slowly it went in. The sight of my sister's beautiful
young, lithe and supple body, and my erected member
entering her, slowly sliding entirely into her until
our bodies met exited me tremendously. So much that I
almost provided her immediately with a fresh serving of
my seed. "Oh no, you don't!" Mim said playfully,
apparently sensing my lustful excitement, and squeezed
my testicles. "Li'l bunny first wants to chew on it a
li'l bit before li'l bunny wants the juicy part of it."
Savoring her own stimulation she continued "Ooooh,
MMMmmmm, that feels different and nice, different
perspective, you see...Yes, this is gooooood..."
I started to move inside of her, feeling different
pressures and workings of her tight love-muscle. Mim
performed some acrobatics to try out a couple of
different angles. I pulled up my knees slightly so that
she could lay back against them, and I let my hands
roam over the front of her body. I played with her
small erected nipples and let my hands slide down to
her hips holding her there regulating the rhythm of our
copulation.
Mim clearly liked that and indicated this by riding me
to the fullest, deepest and with enthusiasm.
"HMMMmmmmm, This is nice for a long, long ride for the
sake of riding, but I prefer to feel your warm and
strong body when we make love."
She commented, and without letting me out of her, she
came forward and laid herself on top of me. She covered
me with her radiating warm body, and letting her long
black curls hang so that it formed a sweet smelling
shroud around both our heads, she kissed me. I put my
arms around her and let my hands retake their position
on her hips. Mim now started to pump me, riding her
clitoris over the full length of my shaft.
"How's that for a change, your nice little sister
humping you." She asked with a naughty smile on her
face. "Well, my horny and lusty little nymph-sister, I
guess that variety is the spice of life, in which case
we are headed for a spicy life." I responded with
difficulty because my release was imminent. Whether Mim
heard me, or not was uncertain since she had reached a
point where her stimulation had gotten the better of
her. I responded to her frantic movements and we rode
each other to the oblivion of sexual rewards.
Her delicious young body straining, bucking and
kneading while my body emptied itself into her with my
last sperm coursing into her. We lay still now, still
one in flesh. Mim was still on top of me and straddling
me, her knees pulled up high alongside my body, her
head resting on my chest.
I had my arms around her and held her as if I never was
to let her go. Not in a single instance in my life had
I felt so contented and close with anyone before. Mim
started moving, rocking me gently, and I followed her
movements. They were not intended to prepare for
another release. Her vagina was relaxed now, still
holding my member, and softly massaging it with the
contractions due to our rocking together. Words were
too much at that point so we remained quiet for quite a
while, savoring the tranquility and intimacy that we
shared.
Finally she said "I think that I now had you
completely, all for myself and all within me. I can not
think of a better and more complete way to lose my
virginity to the one that I love. I love you so dearly
Frank and I think that I will be a good partner to you,
like you are to me. I am never going to let you go."
"Mim you already were my partner long before this
night, at last that's the way I feel it to be. I am
dedicated to you and will be until I die. Never in my
wildest fantasies and dreams did I expect this night to
be like it turned out to be. I feel happy, lucky and
completely fulfilled with and by you all at once. We
are one!" Mim shuddered and sobbed once, a tear or two
dripping on my chest.
"It's not because of grief, sweetheart, it is because I
am so happy." She looked up and her face cleared up
now, a tender and warm smile broke through like rays of
the sun. "The sex was fabulous though, and although I
am through with it for now, I'm sure that I'll be
hungry for you again by breakfast."
Switching to her little girly voice now she continued
"Li'l bunny liked brother's carrot very much. Li'l
bunny found brother's carrot nice and juicy, but li'l
bunny's mouth is a little tired and sore from eating
brother's carrot so voraciously. Li'l bunny will now go
to sleep, and dream of big brother's big juicy carrot."
She giggled and let her head rest on my chest again. "I
guess that we'll have to go back to our rooms pretty
soon now, and play the hurt little bird thing. Well
that's O.K. It could have been a lot worse, I guess,
and I don't really have to play very hard. I feel kind
of lived in by now, so to speak. I'm sore."
I had merely listened to her babbling, with an
occasional smile and a nod of acknowledgment. I was
glad that she was so smart and wise for her age with
the sense of humor. My penis, which was still half
erected and inside Mim, felt definitely well used,
although sore was hardly the word for it.
My foreskin was a little stretched, I guess. "Yes,
we'll have to go back, and appear as normal as
possible. I'll make sure that I'll be the one to take
care of you and bring up your food. I don't think that
anyone will object and I want to be as close to you as
I can manage." I told her.
"As to the sex, I think that you are a natural Mim. I
had never expected it to be like this, but I also think
that not many have ever had sex as open and uninhibited
as we had. I mean, we consciously made the decision and
we have looked forward to it together as equals. Under
pressure from outside, but still as equals. That, in
itself is not normal in our culture where girls and
women are normally sexually repressed to the extreme
and where masculinity is measured by the forcefulness,
violence and re-productivity of a man. I want you to be
equal to me and I certainly don't want to force you
into doing things that are against your own interest or
even slightly against your will. I trust you too much
for that." I seriously concluded, hugging her and
kissing her tenderly on her forehead.
"Let's get going. It will be getting light very soon
now and I wouldn't wonder if Joseph and Miss Biggle
aren't already rattling the pots and the pans." Mim
reluctantly got up and with a sigh let me slip outside
her. "Ouch, My muscles ache in places where I never
assumed I had any. This must pretty good gymnastics,
dear brother of mine. Let's keep our head with it
though. Much as I love to have sex with you, I don't
think that I'm ready to carry your child. I think that
we are in the clear for the next week, but after that I
will be off limits for a while. That should keep you
hungry, shouldn't it?"
I chuckled and nodded while helping her getting
dressed. "Sure my darling, we will hold off on kids for
the time being if not indefinitely, but you don't have
to worry about keeping your li'l bunny happy. I can
always rub its nice li'l nose until it starts running.
I am certain that I won't run out of carrot juice."
On a more sober note I continued. "You will need
something to show for the operation that did not take
place, remember? I'll take care of that when we are in
your room. The good doctor left one of his scalpels on
your dresser. I doubt it that was unintentional. He
struck me as a little bit too deliberate for that."
CHAPTER 19: The Blood that Binds
Stealthily Mim and I went through to the room that had
left as siblings but now returned to as lovers and
partners in incest. The certainty of having shared the
initiation into carnal union and the mutual savoring of
the natural rewards of the ultimate acts in our
incestuous coupling made me feel stronger than ever in
my love for Mim.
Feeling her warmth and the softness of her body next to
me, casually brushing me while we came through our
secret network, deepened my desire protect her and my
resolve to withstand the workings towards the
objectives of our parents. I felt strong in our
rebellion against them and was looking ahead with
confidence in our victory over their dark designs. The
sense of breaking the rules, and secretly stepping
outside our society's norms and conventions gave me a
very pleasant thrill.
Apparently Mim felt similarly because she whispered in
my ear. "I feel so fresh and new, Francis. I know that
what we have done condemns us in other peoples mind,
should they ever find out, but to me it feels like a
newly found freedom. If we stay together, we will never
have to worry about courting, marriage, in-laws or the
problems that come with setting up new households."
I chuckled and replied. "Yes, and we can remain living
here in this house, secretly plotting against our
parents' desperate attempts to market us amongst their
friends and relations. In the meantime we will continue
to enjoy our secret sexual bond."
We had reached the mirror at Mim's room, and I
cautiously peeked through the silvery glass to check
whether the coast was clear. All seemed to be in order,
and we entered the bedroom. Through the windows I could
see the darkness of the night lessen into the early
dawn. In the pale light of the fading stars and setting
moon, I went to Mim's dresser and picked up the scalpel
that Dr. Hirnzweig so conveniently had left behind.
Yesterday seemed almost an eternity in the past, but
its legacy was still valid. "Now we have top do
something about the dressings that are supposed to be
bloody, now aren't we?" I Mused.
"Well let's get on with it then.."
Mim looked on with dread in her eyes as I took one of
her diaper-like dressings and after cutting myself in
my arm spill a sizable serving of my blood on the place
where it would fit against her supposedly removed
parts. "So that should do it, I think." I mumbled and
used a handkerchief to cover the self-inflicted wound.
"Here Mim, put this on and go to bed. My blood and
seed, so gladly sacrificed, will stay with you and
shield you from the evil intents." I bantered
lightheartedly.
Mim shuddered and gagged at the coppery smell of my
blood when she applied the blood-drenched cloth to her
femininity. I myself found it strangely arousing to
know that my shedding blood actually furthered our
cause. Must be our Irish background. The bandage made a
squishing sound as Mim pushed it against her femininity
and pulled up her underpants.
"You do have the tendency to overdo things sometimes,
my lover and brother, but it feels kind of sexy to have
your living blood there. Kind of messy as well might I
add." Mim remarked with a mischievous and sensuous
smile on her lips. "Onward Ho! And play the hurt little
bird with your blood to show for it! I think I will
sleep well, although I have to admit that I could do
with another serving of your rod, my lover-brother. I
am horny again." Mim concluded longingly reaching for
my again halfway erected member and gently squeezing
it.
"You are incorrigible, but you'll have to wait until
tonight before we can safely continue our explorations
in the fields of incestuous lust en sex and enjoy each
other again. In the meantime I will have to gather my
strength and replenish my juices while acting as normal
as possible. I love you Mim and I lust after you, but I
will have to get some food and sleep soon or else I'll
keel over," I told her. I gave her a lingering kiss and
went to the mirror in order to leave for my own
quarters.
"Rest well my horny and sexy little sister-wife. You
will need it when I return to consume our incestuous
bond tonight. Yes, we will couple like crazed minks!
Sleep well, I'll be back later to visit my poor hurt
little sister after breakfast," I said and disappeared
through the mirror to leave for my own room.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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