More than a memory.

The memories came first.

Your first memories are of Jane; you were orphans together, growing up in the same group home, and she was always there for you. While your experiences made you shy and introverted, she became an extrovert who got along with everybody.

With all of her boundless talent, growing up next to Jane should have given you a complex about just how average you were, yet that never happened; a faithful friend, she always encouraged you to do your best and not compare yourself to her, and while she certainly never held back on your account, she also never lorded her superiority over you. If anything, she always downplayed her successes and emphasized yours, and with her at your back, you never lacked support.

When your mom and dad came to the group home to adopt a child, they saw just how inseparable you two were and decided to adopt the two of you together, loving the you and Jane as if you truly were their own children. Even though money was a little tight, as they had only expected to adopt one child and not two, and you and Jane had to share a room despite already being middle school, neither of you could complain about such an ideal situation.

It was in high school that you had to get naked in front of somebody else besides a doctor for the first time, and, being in a gym shower with a bunch of other teenage boys, you became the target of their ridicule as they mocked your foreskin and your unusually large size; shaken by the mockery, you slouched and changed your body posture to try to draw attention away from the bulge in your pants that was your package, but Jane immediately noticed and gently urged you to tell her what was wrong.

Timidly relating the ridicule you received to your best friend and foster sister, you were surprised when she asked to see your package; though you protest at first, her gentle insistence eventually led to your capitulation. Shyly revealing yourself to Jane, you were surprised when she knelt down, gently took you in her hands and planted tender kisses on your cock, telling you just how beautiful and perfect you were.

You couldn't help yourself; the soft warmth of Jane's hands and lips on your cock was more than enough to send blood rushing to it, and it sprang instantly to life in her hands.

She had gasped in surprise when it had happened, but rather than disgust, as you had expected, she only gave you more kisses, whispering encouragements as she lightly stroked you in her hands.

You knew Jane was a virgin; being practically inseparable meant you knew she had never really spent any time with boys other than yourself, and yet, there she was, kneeling between your legs and considerately worshipping your large cock.

You and Jane lost your virginities that afternoon, or, more accurately, the two of you shared them with each other over the course of the afternoon and evening. It was a test of endurance you would always remember, a marathon of passionate lovemaking that went from the just after school until the next morning. You both were very loud in your activities, enough so that it could be heard through the locked door of your shared room, and your ever-considerate parents decided it best to leave the two of you to your desires rather than interrupt you for dinner, letting you and Jane feed your other appetites.

It was in the afterglow of the lovemaking that Jane dropped the bomb on you for the first time:

"I love you, John; I always have."

Somehow, maybe because of the way she said it, it felt right.

"I love you too, Jane," you told her back.

Breakfast the next morning had been awkward; though both you and Jane were hungry from having skipped dinner the previous night, your mom and dad insisted on giving you both The Talk before allowing you to eat, and though they were happy the both of you had found somebody you truly loved to share your life with, they nonetheless wanted you to understand what you were getting into.

Despite their warnings, you and Jane had sex multiple times every day, always without a condom, yet Jane never missed her period; with the Rulebook in your hands now, you finally understood why: despite cumming in her every day, you did not want her to become pregnant because you worried it would ruin her life, and thus, you never impregnated her.

Nor was Jane your only lover; though you never even thought of straying from her at the start, Jane insisted it was only natural for you to want to have sex with other women because she believed men were biologically polyamorous, and it would be selfish of her to keep a sex god such as yourself to just herself, so she wanted to share you with the women of the world, even if part of it was her own selfish desire for other women to know she had a sex god for a lover. In fact, Jane's only condition for you fucking other women was that she was the one you returned to in the end, which suited you just fine; after all, there was fucking and there was making love. You were basically her hothusband, without the marriage (which, being adopted siblings, you legally couldn't do anyways), yet, she had no interested in other men, possibly because you were the love of her life.

To drive home the point, Jane started telling her girlfriends just how good you were in bed, describing to them in intimate detail how hard and often you made her cum. Though not all of her friends were turned on by the idea, enough of them were that Jane could bring them home for you to rock their world, and with those willing, share with her; by the time you graduated high school, you had a reputation as a stud who could more than satisfy any woman, and the reputation gave you more confidence than you could have ever hoped for.

With Jane's help studying, you were able to get into a good local university, albeit with student loans, and chose to major in nursing, as you heard there was a shortage of nurses and that meant you could easily find work; meanwhile, Jane chose to study medical transcription at the same school because it would allow her to work from home and make her own hours, even though you believed she could have chosen any area of study and succeeded beyond your wildest dreams. After graduating with a degree in nursing, you were hired by an understaffed local hospital, where the long hours and frequent mandatory overtime meant you were exhausted by the end of every shift, but returning home to Jane, who awaited you with a drink, a massage and lots of relaxing sex, made it all worthwhile, especially after Jane became licensed in massage therapy just so she could be the best for you when you're feeling used and tired.

Being ever-thoughtful, Jane remembered your parents' fortieth anniversary where you forgot it and threw them a wonderful dinner party you had the good fortune of being able to take time off to attend; though there was a terrible accident on the road, where a cargo truck ran a red light and T-boned a SUV, it was only a blip on your radar because it involved nobody you knew.

When the police appeared at the front door of your family home (yes, you were in your thirties and still living with your parents, though neither they, you nor Jane seemed to mind) with a warrant for your arrest following a coworker accusing you of **** her, Jane rushed to take the Bar Exam so she could represent you in court; though the district attorney, eager to prove himself tough on sex crimes, was quick the push the case to trial, particularly when you refused to plead guilty to a crime you did not commit, Jane's defense of you proved invaluable, particularly when she provided video evidence of your alibi in the form of a dated and timestamped sex tape of you with another woman she had recorded for posterity, then brought out the woman you had been fucking to testify on your behalf, making your liaison with her, and just how much of a sex god you were, a matter of public record.

Found unanimously "not guilty" by the jury, the police kept the case close until they received a tip about somebody bragging about getting away with the crime you had been tried for and ended up arresting a man who happened to be your identical twin, separated at birth. When his DNA proved to be a better match to the physical evidence than yours, the police were **** to admit they had been wrong about you, who they still had considered the perpetrator up to that point. When you later read in the news that your twin had been shanked to **** in a prison hit, all you could think was, "Good riddance".

After the trial, your accuser approached you and apologized, genuinely remorseful begging your forgiveness; in the dark and trauma, she had sincerely believed it to be you, and now she regretted the allegation she had made, as you had always been good and decent.

Being an honest and gracious person, you forgave her, as you understood how she could have made the mistake, particularly when the truly guilty party was your physically identical twin.

Nonetheless, the damage to your reputation had been done; the hospital had fired you, and other local employer had no interest in touching you with a ten-foot pole, leaving you unemployable in your current city; however, your family's unwavering support of you through the trying times had allowed you to stay emotionally stable, and Jane's investment of your savings had paid off just today, leaving you with a savings account with so many zeroes you couldn't possibly spend it all in any number of lifetimes.

You had been on a coffee run to the cafe when you found the Rulebook, and, after testing it a bit, you had taken it home with you; it was through reading the rules in the Rulebook that you finally understood the extent of what your life could be.

It was then that you feel a soft, warm kiss on your hard cock; moving the Rulebook out of your line of sight, you look down to see Jane kneeling there, naked, tenderly pressing her lips against your manhood time and again.

~ooOoo~

Author's Note: This is where I intend for the thread to start branching and remain branching; because Jane can be described in multiple ways (after all, her appearance was not specified in the Rulebook beyond "absolutely gorgeous"), I intend for each story branch to be very similar (almost copy & paste jobs) with alterations made to allow for her different appearance and/or personality/behavior.

It should be noted each version of Jane is a different iteration of the person with unique preferences and personality quirks; however, despite this, they all share the same core drives, as outlined in the Rulebook.

The title of this chapter comes from the 2007 song by Garth Brooks.