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Jimmy and Peggy Chapter 1
Peggy is a year older than I am.
We have always been unusually close for a brother and sister. We each had our own space to grow up in; but, we also seemed to share space where other siblings might not. She had girl friends that played "house", "dolls" and "tea" with her; I always had my gang for baseball, "cowboys and Indians" or "cops and robbers." When the day was done and supper was over we would bathe together then spend the evening, reading, playing board games, watching TV or just talking. We had our own lives but most importantly we had each other. Neither of us fully knew how unique that resource was for us, it was just there, it was just natural.
My buddies with sisters always seemed to be disgusted with them..."girls drool". My sister had girl friends with brothers who told her..."all boys have cooties." Peggy and I talked about this and decided that our friends just had the wrong brothers and sisters. I told her I thought she was cool and I loved her. She told me she would rather have me for a brother than have a sister like any of her friends. We knew we were satisfied to be related and we frequently discussed this. Never, when we talked, did we think we were dwelling on the subject, we just touched bases whenever our friends told us about the miseries they suffered from their opposite sex siblings.
We grew up sharing so much. Looking back on it, I find it incredible. Together, we explored the miracle of Santa Claus, the mystery of the Easter Bunny; we trusted in the Tooth Fairy and were fine with our belief that we would always be kids. Life for us was so easy and normal, we were like all our friends, except, we were satisfied with each other. There were two worlds in our lives, the one we lived in and the one everyone else had to live in. In our world we looked out for each other, if Peggy got a treat she would share it with me, if I got a reward it had to include Peggy. We just looked out for each other.
Our typical Saturday day would start when the first of us to get up would wake the other so we could watch cartoons together. Peggy never wanted me to miss "road runner" and I never wanted her to miss "my little ponies". It just worked. Peggy and I tried very hard so neither of us missed our favorite cartoons. We both watched what the other wanted to see and there was never an argument over what we watched. There was never a conflict that I remember.
Our typical Sunday would start after we had dressed for church and we would stand inspection for each other. Peggy could fold my shirt collar down and I would be thankful she cared what I looked like. If Mother did the same thing, somehow I took it like I wasn't able to dress myself, if Peggy did it, and then Peggy just loved me. The only dressing mistake Peggy would make would be to get her dress on crooked in back. Usually she'd just ask me to straighten her seam before I'd even see that it was crooked.
We never understood why we had separate Sunday School classes because we'd have the same lesson and come home with almost identical material. I liked most of the service, except for the sermons, I never got the impression the preacher was talking to me or about anything that was important to me. Anyways, If we did not get into some small trouble during the sermon, we'd go out to eat for dinner. Still, 30 minutes of sermon is a lot longer then 30 minutes of road runner. Sunday dinners were earned!
Our typical week day would start by waiting for the school bus in the morning, me making sure she had her homework, she making sure I had my lunch bag. There were no other kids at our stop so we would just talk and wait for the bus. One day I told her I was thinking about going out for t-ball and she asked if I made a team could she start a cheerleading squad. We made plans for it until the bus arrived.
Since she was a grade above me, we rarely saw each other at school, even our lunch period was 30 minutes apart. My daily world was a mystery to her and hers was even more of mystery to me because I had no idea about classes she was taking, yet she had passed mine last year. When the final bell sounded, we would meet outside the school's front door and download all of our day's events to each other. On the bus ride home, we would sit together as often as we would sit apart with our friends. For us there was never a need to be together, only the opportunity to, and we certainly never had a need to avoid each other.
Twice we had to visit the principle with our parents when we had gotten into fights with bus-bullies who taunted us whenever we did sit together. Peggy beat the snot out of Peter when he called me a sissy for sitting with her. This inspired me so much that when Susie began poking Peggy for being such a tomboy-freak sitting with her brother...I hit her in the nose. I'd never been in an honest fight and did not even imagine that I could break a nose. I did. One unfortunate, effective, lucky punch and Peggy was not being teased! Boy, was that a mistake. Apparently there was a difference between boys and girls. Girls who defend their brothers are revered; but, boys go to hell for hitting girls. I got my butt tanned for hitting Susie. l was grounded from everything, no radio, no TV, no baseball, no peanut butter sandwiches, no nothing. My dad was furious; my mother was ready to disown me. What in the hell had I done? When Peggy defended me it was like she was a heroine. When I hit Susie, I had somehow fucked up! This was the first time I knew there was a big difference between boys and girls.
The day I hit Susie, I was confused and when bath time came, I was finally able to talk with Peggy. She told me she didn't understand it either and she was sorry I got into a fight because of her. She never wanted to talk to Susie again. She was proud of me and was happy I was her brother. I told her I had only done what she had already done for me. I was confused but not ashamed. The rationale for the gravity of this offense escaped me yet it left a big impression on my young mind.
Life went on like this until I was 8, if I remember right. It was a typical day in our childish world which had a long lasting impact on both of us. On that day when it was bath time, another misfortune in life suddenly decided to visit me. While in the shower, I got my first real persistent erection. I have no idea what brought it on, for my body, it was just time. It surprised both of us. Peggy was used to my morning woodies; but, this erection did not die quickly and that amused her. Peggy grabbed it like she had a new toy. She had no desire to do anything with it other than be amused. It was really weird! I remember being surprised at how good it felt when she held me but I had no idea why and I had no desire for her to do anything more. I had no desire to relieve it and I certainly did not know how I could. Peggy started laughing and we did a wet "ring-around-the rosie" under the spray of the shower. We giggled and danced in the shower making all the noise we thought was appropriate.
Mom came into the bathroom to see what the noise was about and found Peggy with a firm grasp on my erection. We were dancing in circles around each other. Peggy had a firm grip and I was not protesting. Mom's fury came straight out of nowhere! I should have died that day. I don't know what was worse, the beatings my ass got that night or the screams I heard from Peggy when it was her time for whipping.
Life changed a lot for us, immediately. Peggy got a ride to school the next day, I did not. I waited for the bus, alone. Peggy was picked up after school, I waited for the bus. When it came time to bathe, I was told to take a shower, Peggy was told to "wash the dishes" When I came down to dry the dishes, Peggy had to go bathe . This became a routine, I told Peggy I was sorry that I had given her a new chore, she told me she was sorry for whatever she had done to bring this upon both of us. I remember the days that followed gave me a long list of "no's and "...don't ever again..." , Peggy got the same. When we compared notes we were as confused as ever. Neither of us understood what the fuss was about. Because of that night we had new routines; but, nothing else between us changed. When our separate baths were over, she and I would do homework, play board games, watch TV and talk. Our new list of "do's and don'ts" gave us little insight into the reasons for their being. We were confused; but, she still loved me and I still loved her. All we knew was that if we did not bathe together, we would probably survive.
I didn't get to play t-ball but I did make coach pitch the next year. We were still being separated and Peggy was not allowed to form a cheerleading squad; she was only allowed to see my games if Dad or Mom was there.
When ever she saw a game of mine and I did well, I could hear her screaming, "That's my Brother!"
She seemed to be into the games more than I was. I played for fun and the soda pop which was always shared with our opponents after the game (I made sure Peggy got some too.) Peggy came to the games to claim me, her Brother, as the best player in the world! She had a prospective of my sport which I enjoyed but did not quite understand.
