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WARNING #1!

 

This story contains depictions of a sexual nature. If it illegal to read such material where you live then you ought to move.

 

WARNING #2!

 

This story also has depictions of children engaging in sexual acts. Incest is a common theme and may offend some readers.

 

 

Always Loved Her

Chapters 1 to 20

By General Principle

(bg, mg, mfg, cons, incest, ped, rom, anal, oral, teen, first, mild ws)

[Note some codes do not show up until later chapters but are listed as future warning.]

 

Comments are welcome and flames cheerfully ignored.

 

This is fiction and to my knowledge none of the activities described herein ever happened.

 

This is a story of an incestuous love between a brother and sister spanning a lifetime.

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

Awakening

 

I think I have always loved her. My parents brought her home from the hospital on my birthday, June 21. I was turning four. Maybe I thought she was my present because I didn't get much else. That was standard fare in my house though, any celebration was done as an afterthought at best. Usually a belated "Happy birthday" that evening was the usual route accompanied by something picked up at a convenience store or in the check out isle in the grocery store. I didn't know any better until years later.

 

My name is Brett Hutter, I was born in 1975. My sister, Jane, was born four years later almost to the day. We grew up in southwestern Idaho where Jane was born, I was born in Arizona. My mother, Michele, was a high school drop out, no she didn't get pregnant, just general laziness. She was a stripper until she got pregnant with me at twenty. She married my father, John Hutter, a construction worker. Life was good for the Hutters for a few years then they both found the bottle. I don't really remember first hand, but my Dad abused my Mom and me when he got drunk. The real problem was he was getting drunk more often. She left him when I was three.

 

My Mom was always a beautiful woman. It didn't take her long to find a new man who would overlook me because of her good looks. Seems Mom had a thing for strong mean alcoholic construction workers. I do have a couple of good memories of her new man though. He took me to the job with him one time and I felt safe and loved that morning. Of course that feeling was soon a memory when he and the guys starting drinking that afternoon. Things took a turn for the better when mom was pregnant with Jane. Seems Gary had some rich uncle who left him some money. We moved out of the trailer and moved into a small two bedroom in an older neighborhood. The houses were old and so were the neighbors. It was a baby boomers neighborhood but the babies had grown up and moved on and all that was left was the aging parents. It was quiet and it was safe. A definite move up in the world for us. Gary also bought a new truck and that was about as far as the money went. I am sure they got other stuff but that was all that lasted. I am actually amazed they had the good sense to spend it as well as they did.

 

After Jane was born things went back to normal fast and kept that downward momentum until November of 1984. I was in 4th grade and Jane was in kindergarten. We walked home from where the school bus dropped us off a couple of blocks away to find Gary's truck in the driveway. When we got inside Mom was screaming at Gary and he was standing next to his bags. He never did come back. Seems he was going to Nevada for the winter construction season, which was slow here in town. He met a younger newer childless version of Mom there and filed for divorce there. We never did get much support from him after that. Seems most of his work paid under the table and its hard to collect child support or alimony that way. Mom changed her name back to her maiden name and now there was three of us under one roof all family with three different last names. That is not all that uncommon today but it was then.

 

We soon settled into a routine. Mom got a job waiting tables and worked 2 to 11 and Jane and I became latch key kids. I always looked after Jane, even before Gary left. She was my only friend outside of school really. There just were not any other kids around our neighborhood. On the upside though we had about a dozen adoptive grandparents who gave us the attention they would their own grand kids, from snacks after school to birthday cards. As a matter of fact they made a bigger deal out of our birthdays than Mom did. After school I would get us something to eat, then we would then watch cartoons on TV until they went off about four. Then we would play. Mostly it was silly kid games, make believe role playing type games, explore the creek behind our house, and try to build a fort. Mom did not get us cable with Nickelodeon and we did not have a Nintendo. We were not allowed to leave the yard, a rule which we paid little attention to when it suited us not to, and we rarely went in the front yard. Luckily our back yard was very large and had large hedges surrounding it which were never pruned, at least on our side of the fence. I am sure our neighbors trimmed what grew over to their side.

 

That creek was a constant source of entertainment for us. It was deep enough to swim in when we were small. In the winter it froze and was good for sledding on. All of our activity kind of enlarged it all along our property. I was an industrious boy and wanted the creek bigger. I saw part of the bank collapse when the water was high and thus started my project of making our little creek into a river. I suppose it's a good thing Mom never went back there of I would have caught hell I am sure. But our back yard never saw a rake or mower that I can remember. The trees were over grown and there was a raspberry thicket that was approaching monstrous proportions.

 

It was like Jane and I were on our own. It was our house and our yard to do with as we pleased with no supervision of any kind. Many a night Mom would not come in until two in the morning having gone out for a drink after work. During the school year there would be times where we didn't see her but maybe once, on her day off. That wasn't always a good thing though. She would invariably be drunk or on her way there. As we got older her habbit got worse. My highschool years were the worst. Most times she took off on a 'date' only to return long after were in bed. The only reason we even got up to go to school was the breakfast and lunch they served and however much we liked our private world we both liked school. At home, when we got hungry I would make us dinner. It wasn't much when I was 9 but I got better at cooking as the years went by. We lived a sheltered if neglected life. Neither one of us had any friends we saw outside of school very often and didn't really know what a family was supposed to be like. We didn't know that somebody tucked you in at night and that Moms and Dads read bedtime stories, not big brothers. More often than not we slept in the same bed. Having fallen asleep talking or reading a story to Jane. We cuddled at night and kept each other warm on winter nights.

 

Oh how I loved to hold Jane even as a boy and her an infant. I felt safe somehow. She was so trusting and affectionate. She was my responsibility as soon as I was able to pick her up properly. I changed her and fed her. Her crib was in the same room as mine and she would wake up crying and wake me up but Mom and Gary in their drunken slumber seldom woke up. I would wake up and get a bottle out of the fridge and get Jane and get back into my bed where we would sleep the night. Mom never said a word the few times she was up before me and found Jane in bed with me. I think she was just glad she didn't have to deal with her being hung-over. She soon was putting Jane to bed with me and not even bothering with the crib.

 

Bedtime stories and bath time were my favorites. I would run the bath water and we would both hop in. I thought nothing of it until one night when I was 11. I hopped in first and Jane was standing beside the tub wiggling out of her panties and it struck me. Jane was beautiful. I always knew she was pretty in a cute little girl way that all little girls are but this was different. I felt this in my groin. I felt that tingling sensation that as a child could only be described as kind having to pee but it was nicer. So much nicer. Jane stood up and caught me looking at her funny. She was a slim girl of 7 weighing maybe 45 lbs. Her long brown hair, slightly stringy from being wet earlier with creek water, was gloriously wild. Her big blue eyes looking at me slightly questioning. Her little pink lips slightly puckered from her biting the inside of her lower lip, tiny pale pink nipples hardly noticeable on her perfectly flat chest showing her ribs under pale perfect skin. A taught little belly descending to her pudenda. I have seen her little sex countless times before and she mine. Of course we were both curious at one point or another and thoroughly checked each other out but this was different. It looked so soft and infinitely inviting tonight. My eyes would flash up to meet her eyes then back down to my source of fascination. Back and forth until I just gave up and stared at he little hairless sex.

"Brett? What... what's wrong," Jane asked?

 

I snapped out of my trance and noticed that she was now trying to look at herself and see what I was staring at. I was embarrassed all of a sudden. Girls were incredibly excitingly different all of a sudden and I didn't know what to do. Jane was getting a little upset by my sudden change in behavior and I had to say something fast or I would have a crying little girl on my hands.

 

"Its just that... that you're so, you know, so pretty." I stammered.

Jane looked down at me sitting in the tub, water still running, and smiled. It wasn't an ordinary smile. I could see it on her face. She blushed and looked away from me and climbed in the tub with me. I was treated to another great look at her. Lifting her leg to step in gave me a perfect view at her smooth little lips and a hint of the pink inside. She was sitting facing me at the deep end of the tub looking in her lap. I was looking in her lap to, still fascinated by her plump little lips peeking at me through the bath water. We both looked up and stared into the other's eyes for a few moments. It felt like an eternity to me. My gray eyes were locked on her blue. I am sure I had a grin on my face that I couldn't get rid of if I had tried, she had her special smile on hers.

"You're pretty to." Jane whispered.

Now I never thought of myself as pretty but those three little words had a promise of something I was just learning existed. They were special because we often told each other we loved one another, but we never complimented each other. What kids do? I slid forward and leaned forward. I just had to kiss her. It felt so right. I desperately craved contact with her. She saw me coming and fitted her legs over mine and leaned forward to meet me. I think she was expecting a hug. She wrapped her little arms around my neck and was going for a hug when I tilted my head and kissed her on her sweet little lips. She kind of jumped, surprised.

 

We have kissed before but it was always little pecks as a thank you or goodnight. This was a slow soft romantic kiss. Our first. It was sweet but short. Jane pulled back to look at me. She had a surprised look on her face and looking into my eyes she blushed again. At the time the blush told me little, but looking back it showed that she was becoming as aware of me as I was of her. She then gave me one of her smiles and looked down in self conscious embarrassment. I leaned forward again and bending my neck moved my head down to kiss her and make her look up to meet my lips. They say your first kiss you will never forget but your second is so much more intense. You know what to expect and have tasted something you desperately want more of. I didn't know what I was doing and neither did Jane. It was awkward and slobbery and it was fantastic. We brushed our lips together and moved our mouths so I had her bottom lip between mine and I gently sucked. That unleashed a dam or sorts.

 

Jane squeezed her arms around my neck scooting her whole body into my lap. We were pressed tightly together from lips to groin. It was bliss. Our passionate embrace was finally interrupted by the bath water rising. It was time to turn off the water before it over ran. I ended up letting some out because it kept sloshing over when we moved. The interruption cooled our feelings and I think we both felt a little embarrassed and overwhelmed. The rest of the bath was spent washing. I did take extra pleasure in washing her hair and back that night though along with her wonderful little pussy.

 

I dried and brushed Jane's hair as usual that night and we read a book she brought home from the school library laying in bed. When finished Jane was still awake. I put the book down and slid down next to her and she rolled to face me. We stared into each other's eyes for several minutes and I leaned forward and collected another wet sexy little kiss from her lips. Leaning back Jane was just staring at me with a look I have come to realize years later of love.

I whispered, "G'night Jane, I love you."

And she whispered back, "I love you too."

That night was the first time those little words meant the same thing the do today even if the feeling they convey was as not as mature or as deep as it today, but it did not lack for strength.

 

End Chapter One

 

 

 

Chapter Two

First steps

 

That next morning I woke up late. Jane never wakes up early but I am as reliable as an alarm clock. She was on her back with her hands above her head in an unconscious gesture of abandon. It was early fall and we were having an Indian summer. The covers were kicked off to the floor and Jane's nightgown, a T-shirt of mine, was twisted up above her waist. Her puffy little sex was exposed from a bent knee. Even though we needed to hurry up and get ready to make it to the bus I couldn't resist her. With our bath still vividly burned into my brain I looked at her. Laying on my side with my head propped up on my hand I soft ran my fingers along the inside of her thigh back and forth getting closer to her center. Her breathing was getting shallower but she looked like she was still asleep though. Finally I ran my fingers over her oh so very soft pussy. It was the softest and smoothest thing I have ever felt. It was so amazing that the rest of her could be so hard, after all she was only seven and skinny like me, and this part of her was so soft. I traced one lip then moving over her mound went back down the other.

 

I continued this for several minutes and then gently cupped her exquisite pussy in my hand and gently squeezed. I looked up her body from where my hand held paradise over her flat little belly and her round little belly button to her ribs to see her lips in a soft little smile and her eyes looking into mine. I felt my heart swell to bursting and kissed her as best I could. Our tongues never got involved, we didn't discover that for some time, but we sucked and caressed one another's lips with passion.

 

Ending our kiss she said, "That feels good." And letting me know what she meant, she pushed her hips up to put more pressure on my hand holding her so intimately. My groin gave a lurch and the tingling got stronger when she said that.

Reluctantly I let go of her and said, "Morning, we got to hurry up or we will miss the buss."

"M'kay" she said while stretching like a cat arching her back and rolling over.

I lightly smacked her delightfully round and soft little buns and said, "C'mon we won't make it."

Ten minutes didn't mean much to her at seven but I knew we had to get a move on or we would miss the bus, even with the driver waiting a few minutes for us as she would do. Jane saw me scrambling to get dressed and caught on and hurriedly dressed to. Grabbing her library book and putting the house key, tied to an old shoelace, around my neck we headed to the door. We were late but the driver saw us running around the corner and waited for us. She was a nice lady with two boys of her own that walked to school. Our stop was the farthest out and the bus was always empty when we got on it.

 

We typically sat a row back from the front across from the driver. All the younger kids did. The high school was next to the grade school, which meant that teenagers rode the bus too. The bus driver kept a sharp eye out for the younger ones and didn't tolerate any foolishness from the teenagers. I had a couple friends who got on the last stop but Jane didn't have anybody in her class ride this bus so we sat together the whole time. She got the window and I took the outside so I could talk to a friend. It was too bad that the only kid Jane's age that rode our bus was a boy and a little jerk, but there was a little girl a year younger that Jane would talk to.

 

Joey Milikan, my best friend since last year when he moved here got on towards the end of the bus ride, was in a talkative mood this morning, but I was distracted to say the least. I wanted to hold Jane's hand but there was no way I could here on the bus where anybody could see.

"I'm getting a Nintendo for my birthday this weekend!" he crowed.

I would have been jealous but I was still euphoric from my encounters with Jane and replied, "That's cool."

"Can you come to my birthday party Saturday? We are going to the Pizza Club!"

I looked at him then looked at Jane. He said, "Jane can come too!"

Jane perked up at that and said, "I can?"

"Sure."

"My Mom works Saturday, I don't know how we would get there." I informed him disappointed.

"We can come pick you up! Come on, come to my party."

"OK, cool. When?"

"One O'clock."

"Thanks Joey."

The bus arrived at this point and the grade-schoolers got off. As we walked to class I told Joey, "Thanks for letting Jane come. We have never been to the Pizza Club before."

"Don't tell my Mom but I was supposed to ask you both anyway and I forgot." I thought to myself, I better remind Jane to keep quiet about Mom.

 

It was no secret that Jane and I were the soon to be coined "Latch Key Kids" and were poor to boot. However, how little supervision we did get from our Mom wasn't known or I am sure Social Services would have tried to take us away. I was somewhat aware of this and made attempts to keep our neglect as secret as possible. We were just fortunate to have the house from Gary. That was the best thing he ever did on purpose, Jane was an accident, and it saved us.

 

Jane and I had stayed the night over with Joey before and his mother, a housewife, kind of made me uncomfortable. She didn't approve of my mother and I felt by association. She didn't approve of me. She loved Jane though. Joey had an older brother by 5 years, who was a teenager but no sisters. I could tell Mrs. Milikan wanted to mother Jane when we would be there, starting in the 3rd grade, with Jane being only 5 years old. Jane was pretty independent and didn't want the mother relationship Mrs. Milikan tried to develop with her. Jane had a family, me. She identified and was attached to me so firmly that I don't think she would have missed Mom if she never came home. By not approving of Jane's relationship and me it sort of transferred to her in Jane's mind. If you didn't like her brother you didn't like her was how she looked at it. But Mrs. Milikan didn't give up and Jane, always quiet and polite around adults, tolerated her attempts at mothering quite well. She would take off in a moments notice to join Joey and me though and I would make sure to wait for her. As long as we were near each other we were happy. We didn't have to be interacting with each other, just in the same area.

 

After school on the bus Joey was talking about everything he was going to do for his birthday. I used to get caught up in it but now it just reminds me of how Jane and I didn't get even a happy birthday that often from Mom anymore. Joey was oblivious to this though. Thankfully he wasn't one the bus with us for more than 10 minutes. Soon as he got off the bus I huddled close to Jane talking quietly.

"Do really want to go to his party? I can just say Mom said no if you don't want to go."

"I want to go. I have never been to Pizza Club before. I wish we could go there on our birthday."

We always celebrated our birthday together. They were one day apart. So it was always 'our' birthday and never separate. Course we never had a party, but we did celebrate on our own. Our birthday was two days long. Hers then mine, celebrated on both days.

"Me too, but Mom would never take us," I said.

"I know."

"On our next birthday we will do something special. I promise," I said impulsively.

I got a big smile for that and a hug. For a hug I would do just about anything she asked. Somehow making her happy made me happy. When things got bad, and they did, I would just try to cheer her up. I forgot about my problems by making her forget about hers.

 

Soon it was our stop and walking by the driver we said our good byes.

"Don't tell anybody this but you two are my favorite kids. You are the only two who always say Good Morning and Goodbye to me every day. I wish my two were like you, they fight like cats and dogs. You take good care of your sister and should be proud of yourself," the bus driver told us.

I was stunned. She had always been nice but nobody, and I do mean nobody ever told me something so nice like that other than my sister. I mumbled an embarrassed, "Thanks" and she shut the door and drove off. I turned to Jane and she threw her arms around me again this afternoon and gave me a heartfelt hug and I returned it. Being in our own neighborhood with little possibility of seeing anybody from school we held hands and walked home.

 

"Brett, I got a field trip Wednesday. Can you get Mom to sign my slip and get money," she asked.

"Sure, I will try Sunday before she goes out."

Mom would take us to the grocery store and occasionally K-Mart to get us stuff we needed on Sundays, her day off. We didn't eat that well but she still made the attempt to be a mother sometimes. We did grow and need new clothes and even though I don't think she ate but a couple meals a week at home she still kept food in the house for us. A can of spaghettios and canned vegetables often made a meal for Jane at I. We never had any snack food or junk food. It was too expensive. That doesn't mean we did without all the time.

 

The neighborhood ladies made sure we got home made cookies, cakes, and pies. It was always special to get something from them. We just were so thankful that they truly enjoyed making those things for us. They made us feel loved and connected to the community. Mom never bought us bikes but we did get to 'borrow' bikes from the neighbors. They say they kept them around for when their grand kids came to visit. I am sure there is some truth in that but they did not visit that often to warrant bikes. I figured that out some years later and realized how lucky we were to have them.

 

It was Friday afternoon and it was hot outside. It was also hot inside. I do not think our air conditioner ever worked. We changed into play clothes. I learned the hard way to do this. Showing up to school in dirty clothes all the time gave the kids more ammunition to tease with. Laundry was done haphazardly but thankfully Mom had to do hers and she did ours too, if not as often as should be. Play clothes were old t-shirt and shorts, no shoes when it was warm, for both of us. Jane wore my old clothes I had outgrown when we were at home. Stopping in the kitchen to open a can of sliced peaches we had our after school snack. We both headed out back to our private little world.

 

It was like another time back there. Lots of volunteer trees and bushes, grass waist high, and our creek gave it a wild look. After playing around for a while I got hot and wanted to go for a 'swim.' This time a year though the water is low and in the deepest parts it was maybe knee high. The bottom of the creek bed was filled with small rocks and the water was almost always clear and clean. Any rock small enough to lift and big enough to make a difference had been moved to the end of our property for little dam I would work on sporadically.

 

I stripped off and lay down in the water in the shady part from the big old elm on the bank. It was not all that cool but it was wet. Jane seeing me took off her clothes and joined me. With out new relationship though, the simple act of her taking off her clothes now excited me where I never noticed before. I got that now familiar tingling sensation in my little prick, which was getting sort of stiff. Jane saw me staring again and blushed a little and just smiled. She lay down next to me in the deep part of the creek and we just relaxed for a bit. I was still excited and so started rubbing myself. 'Wow,' I thought, 'this feels really good.' I was so caught up in my discovery of masturbation that I did not notice Jane sit up and watch me.

"What are you doing Brett," she asked?

Jerked back to the world around me I said, "Rubbing myself, it feels good," as I stopped, feeling self-conscious.

"Like when you rubbed me?"

"I guess."

"Can I try," she asked. Suiting action to words she already had her little hand on my cock and balls and squeezed.

"Not hard, it will hurt," I warned her.

At that point she had as much experience as I at this. She just simply rubbed her whole hand back and forth over the underside of my stiff little cock and balls. It felt marvelous, a hundred times better than when I did it a few minutes ago. I kind of moaned and she looked up to my eyes.

"Ahhhh, that feels gooood. Don't stop," I implored her.

"I like it, you feel neat down here when I do this. I kind of feel tingly down there too," she informed me in a wonder filled voice.

"You feel like this too," I asked.

"Yeah, it felt really good when you did it to me this morning."

 

She must have fondled and rubbed my cock and balls for the longest time in silence. The feeling got more intense slowly and then hit a plateau and stayed there never peaking. Gradually the feeling started to fade and I looked down and noticed her hand was busy in her lap. She has her hand flat against her little pussy gently rubbing her soft lips in a round little motion. The faster she rubbed herself the slower she fondled me. I sat up and stated, "My turn."

 

I reached over to her gently pushing her back, her hand still softly gripping my cock and balls. It was like she just did not want to let go. Softly I reached over to her smooth pussy and cupped it. She sighed softly at the forbidden contact. She felt so soft and smooth. I was addicted from that point on. I gently squeezed her plump little lips and started a round rubbing motion of my own. I massaged her whole pussy. She would grind her hips to meet me when I was at the top of her mound. I quickly caught on and rubbed harder at the top of her little slit. There I made a discovery. There was a firm little bud peeking past her folds. As I continued to rub, my middle finger slipped between her lips. It was almost hot in there. My fingers were now making direct contact with her little hole and clit. After some time her motions got more and more frantic and then she lay back limp. I gave her one last sexy squeeze on her pussy and pulled her into my lap and cradled her. She had small smile on her face and her eyes were unfocused. I leaned down and gave her a soft wet kiss, which she returned.

"I love you Jane."

"Hmmm, feels so good," she replied.

We spent the rest of the afternoon floating around until we got hungry. We just pick up our clothes and walked in the house. I followed Jane watching her cute round butt twitch as she walked. When she stopped to open the door I reached down and grabbed a cheek. I squeezed her soft smooth little butt and gave it a caress. Jane looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me.

We dressed and I made us some boxed mac and cheese for dinner. That evening we took a bath having been in the creek earlier. In the tub I washed Jane's hair as usual but this time I washed the rest of her too. Running the bar of soap over her chest and back then rubbing her down with my hands. I soaped her nipples, which seemed a little stiffer than normal. Having her stand I thoroughly washed her legs and butt. I soaped my hand up good and ran it between her baby soft cheeks washing her. She was so slick and hot and soft that I just continued to rub. She wiggled her little bum back at me showing that she enjoyed the intimate contact too. I gently fingered her tight little hole, slipping my fingertip just inside her sphincter. She just gasped at my invading finger. Eventually she turned to face me.

 

Right in front of my eyes was her little slit. It looked a swollen with her stiff little button peeking out at me. I was mesmerized. Placing my hands on her narrow hips and leaning forwards a little I gave her a kiss right on her little clit. She sucked in a breath at the unexpected contact. I moved a soapy hand down to her wonderfully puffy slit and squeezed and rubbed her hard little clit. I diddled her for several minutes until she was thrusting against my hand and almost lost her balance. I had her turn around and sit in my lap so I could continue to caress her slit.

 

My cock was stiff again, I did not get hard yet but I did get a little bigger and firm, and the crack of Jane's ass was right on my firm little cock. I resumed my position wrapping my arms around her with one hand down on her pussy and the other across her chest to keep her in place. She was really hot down there now, all swelled up and the button was standing proudly at the top of her lips. As soon as I started sliding my hand through her slit again she started thrusting her hips. I curled my middle finger laying it along the split of her pussy and explored. Her hole was hot and irresistible. I gently and teasingly penetrated her hot little hole with my fingertip. As soon as I was inside her hips would take a undulating rolling motion. All her movements caused my cock slid through the crack of her ass. The feeling was more intense than ever now. Over and over, back and forth, I would probe and rub her little hole and firmly massage her little clit. We slid and rubbed together for ages, until the bath water was almost cold. Neither of us wanted to stop but we both were getting way to sensitive and the pleasure was fading to pain. Getting out of the tub and drying off was almost anti climatic. We just simply went to bed, spooned together.

 

We were not insatiable but our discovery into our sexuality was uninhibited and very intense in the beginning. I simply could not get enough of Jane and she was an eager partner, never growing tired of our new games.

 

End Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Doing A Fine Job

 

 

I kissed my sister awake the next morning. Jane did her morning stretch and cupped her little sex. "I'm kind of sore down here."

"Me too, I think we did it too much in the bath," I grinned at her.

"Yeah, but I kind of want to do it again."

"I dunno, Mom might be home."

"M'kay," she mumbled contentedly.

"Want to make pancakes?"

"Yeah!" Jane bounced out of bed and I caught a peek at her lovely little cheeks before her shirt fell down. I walked to the bathroom finding Jane sitting on the stool peeing. She grinned at me and spread her legs and leaned back letting me see. Whether she was trying to shock me or was just flirting I do not know. I have seen her pee before but never so graphically. It was arousing. She finished and hopped up and looked at me. She wanted to watch me pee. I shrugged and pushed my underpants down and took hold of my little cock but she put her hand over mine so I let her hold it. Good thing I was already peeing or I do not think I could have started with her holding me. It was too exciting.

 

When finished I reached down and moved her hand to give me a little shake and squeeze. I was trying to pull my shorts up but Jane still had my cock.

"Let go," I told her.

"Nuh uh."

"I won't make pancakes," I mock threatened her.

"Yeah you will."

"I'll tickle you."

"So, you tickle me all the time anyhow."

"I'll, I'll..." I stumbled for a threat but my sister just pulled me by the cock out to the door and down the hall to the kitchen. I stumbled after her trying to keep my drawers from falling to my ankles. At first I was shocked then a little angry but the way Jane giggled and laughed at me I could not help but laugh with her.

"It's just like a leash, you're a dog with its own leash," she teased me.

"I bite!"

I play snapped and tried to bite her causing more giggles. When I started to pant and whine like a dog she laughed so hard she let go of me and I qucikly grabbed her up and she squealed as I licked her face and neck. She got away from me and we ran around the house chasing each other. After blowing a very wet raspberry on her belly I retreated to the kitchen and informed Jane in as serious voice as I could muster, "I'm making myself some breakfast now."

It did not work, she just pulled a chair over and helped me.

 

We had pancakes for breakfast, Jane mixed after I measured the ingredients out. She even helped me flip them, only making a small mess and ruining a few. It was fun and we would laugh when she flipped one off onto the stove missing the pan. After spending the morning watching Saturday morning cartoons, we were thinking about getting dressed when Mom stumbled out around eleven. She looked worn out. Must have had another late night.

"Mom, we are going to Joey's birthday party today."

"I don't have time to drive you."

"Its okay, they are picking us up."

She just grunted and walked into the kitchen. I poked Jane and told her to run and get her permission slip for the field trip. She brought it back and looked at me questioning. I motioned for her to go ahead. Walking into the kitchen where Mom sat at the table with a cup of coffee Jane slid into the chair next to Mom. Mom gave her a little smile and said, "Morning Janey."

Now Mom never did figure out that Jane hates to be called Janey but I think she knew that Mom was trying to be nice.

 

"Hi Mom," Jane quietly said with a smile in return. We both loved her. A child cannot help but love her mother. We were sort of scared of her too though. We wanted to love and have a 'Mom' but ours was drunk most of the time or never around and she scared us when she was drunk. Mom had a few good moments though. This was one of them. We had not seen Mom since last Sunday, seeing her passed out on the couch Wednesday morning when we left for school did not count.

"Gosh you sure are getting big, you are going to be a real looker when you grow up. All they boys are going to be chasing you someday."

Jane just blushed a little and looked down. Mom fondly caressed Jane's head and ran her fingers though her hair.

"What's this," she asked pulling the permission slip over from where Jane laid it on the table. "Going to the high school to see a play with your class?"

I had walked over to stand by them at this point and handed Mom a pen.

"Thanks Brett."

 

I have blonde hair like my Mom and her gray eyes. She was a small woman. Just about five foot three inches with a small petite frame. I have always thought she was pretty. Especially when she smiled.

 

"Do you need to get Joey a present for his birthday?"

"Umm, I think so Mom."

"Let me get dressed and we will run to the store real fast before I have to go to work."

 

I gave Mom and quick hug and took off. Jane did too. We were back in a flash ready to go. Mom was not so quick but we did leave eventually. A squirt gun was what we decided on for Joey. Mom even got us both one too. It was a good memory. Jane and I held Mom's hands as we walked to the car leaving the store. Jane and I looked across Mom and I think we both almost felt 'normal' for a moment.

 

It didn't last; it never does when we are with Mom. She told us she would not be around Sunday, her day off, and to not get into trouble. I do not ever remember ever getting in trouble but once or twice in my life that required Mom's attention. She was back to her old self. Our spirits picked up when she left for work soon after we got back home. We had new squirt guns and were going to Pizza Club. It was still a very good day. One O'clock rolled around and we were sitting on the front step waiting for Joey when they pulled up in their car. Jane and I hopped in back with Joey.

"Hi guys!" Joey said.

Mrs. Milikan turned back to look at us and mostly Jane. "Hi Brett, Hi Jane, how are you today," she inquired, the last was directed at Jane.

"Fine," we both replied in unison.

"Happy birthday Joey."

"Yeah, happy birthday Joey," Jane replied. She gets uncomfortable when Mrs. Milikan turns on her mother mode to Jane. Mrs. Milikan wanted a daughter badly. Jane gets sort of used to it after a while but it always made her uncomfortable and she learned to avoid her as much as possible. Joey was talking excitedly about his new Nintendo and how cool Super Mario Brothers was. I was looking forward to playing it the next time I was over at his house. When we got to Pizza Club there was only one other kid there, we were early. I put Joey's present, wrapped in the comics from the paper, on the table.

 

Jane and I were trying to look everywhere at once. That place had loads of video games and little rides. We wandered around a bit but got rounded back up at the table to wait for the rest of the guests. Mrs. Milikan took this opportunity to work on Jane. She managed to get Jane separated from us and was busy talking to her. Jane would catch my eye whenever she could and I knew what she was thinking, 'Help.' Luckily other kids and their parents started showing up and Mrs. Milikan had to play host. Jane quickly attached herself to my hip and just plain refused to leave my side voluntarily. She was pretty good at it. She did not say no, just either pretended not to hear them and avoided eye contact or just acted embarrassed. We sang happy birthday to Joey after eating pizza and cake. He opened up his presents then his Dad handed out tokens to play the games to everybody. Mr. Milikan gave me extra with a wink and said conspiratorially, "For Jane."

"Thanks!"

I ran over and rescued Jane from Mrs. Milikan and some of the Moms. They seemed to be talking about us, displaying typical adult stupidity. Foolishly thinking that we were not listening or just did not understand what they said.

"C'mon Jane," I said grabbing her hand and pulling her after me.

She squeezed it in silent thanks and relief. I figured Jane had done her time and Mrs. Milikan had her turn. I kept Jane with me for the rest of the day. When Mrs. Milikan would call Jane over I would simply go with her. It worked like a charm. She wanted Jane by herself not us both. I suppose if Jane was not so damn cute and sweet she would leave her alone.

 

On the way home Joey asked if I wanted to stay the night. We had never stayed any place before over night and I was excited but then I thought, 'what about Jane?'

"Would you and Jane like to stay over tonight," asked Mrs. Milikan?

"I have to ask my Mom."

"How about we drop you off at home and you call and ask her while we wait. You can also grab extra clothes and your PJs," she suggested.

"Um, okay." I said.

 

At the house I asked Jane, "Do you want to stay over at Joey's. If not I can just say Mom said no?"

"I don't know... Mrs. Milikan will try to get me to sew or something with her." We had never stayed the night over there, but had visited a number of times.

"Yeah, how about we bring our squirt guns and have a war, there are lots of kids in his neighborhood and when she tries to make you sleep by yourself you can just get scared and come sleep with us?"

"I don't know..."

"Please! I promise I won't let you out of my sight the whole time!"

"Okay," she reluctantly agreed.

I grabbed her and gave her a hug and a soft kiss saying, "Thanks!"

I ran outside and told them we could go and would be right back out. I quickly left Mom a note on the fridge in case she missed us and threw some clothes for Jane and I in a bag along with our squirt guns. Getting into the car, Mrs. Milikan asked Jane where her stuff was.

"I got both of our stuff in here."

She frowned a little at that and replied, "Alright. Jane can sleep in the guest bedroom and you can take one of Joey's bunk beds."

I gave Jane's leg a little squeeze of reassurance.

 

At Joey's house, which was in a new neighborhood, Mrs. Milikan stubbornly had us put Jane's things in the spare bedroom. I whispered to Jane to let her and she could fake being scared when it was time for bed. I pulled our squirt guns out and told Joey to get his so we could have a war. I moved fast with Jane and we were outside before Joey's Mom knew what happened. She asked Jane, "Wouldn't you rather come inside with me and do crafts Jane?"

Jane just shook her head and I squirted her. She screamed and took off after me. We ran into some of Joey's friends outside and they promptly got their guns and a full scale water war ensued.

 

I did not worry about Jane now really. She stuck fairly close and was a feisty little thing, squirting back as good as she got. She was the youngest and the few girls out were my age. They were by far the boys' favorite targets. At first they were not playing but they were outside and thus fair game. They soon got water guns of their own and fought back. When the local teenagers joined in they brought water balloons and soon it was us against them, they won.

 

With the sun setting, a game of hide and seek started. With over twenty kids from age six to fifteen or so it was a big game. Jane either was hiding with me or one of the older girls. When we hid together and were sure we were alone we would sneak a kiss or two and I would fondle her soft little buns in our hiding places. There was something thrilling about that, the risk of getting caught got us excited.

 

The darker it got the more often Jane went with me. At this point we were more interested in each other than the game. Luckily I found a great spot inside some bushes that worked every time. I would either sit down with my little lover in my lap facing me in a passionate embrace or we would be on our hands and knees next to each other with my hands roaming everywhere I could reach. At the end I even think I got Jane to experience a hint of orgasm. She was next to me on her hands and knees while I ran the side of my hand up and down her crevice. My hand would slide down the crack of her ass and through the crease of her puffy little pussy. Her shorts were lose and soft cotton to allow me feel the heat she was producing. Thrusting back trying to increase the friction Jane moaned and kind of shuddered. She hung her head down for a minute then stood up on her knees and locked her sweet wet lips to mine in a sexy kiss that had me grinding against her belly. "I love you," she whispered. Unfortunately we heard Joey's Dad calling for us to come in and I reluctantly crawled out after a parting kiss.

 

Inside we got ice cream for a desert. Finishing desert Joey was anxious to show me his Nintendo.

"C'mon Brett! Come play Nintendo with me."

"Yes Brett, why don't you go play with Joey while Jane and I do girl stuff," said Mrs. Milikan as Jane I were following Joey to his family room. We stopped and turned at that. I looked at Jane and then Mrs. Milikan trying to think of something to say when Mr. Milikan saved us.

"Sally, let the girl be, can't you see she would rather play with the boys? She is too much the tomboy to sit in here while they play the video game."

We smiled a silent thanks to Joey's Dad and retreated to the family room where Joey had started already. Neither Jane nor I had ever seen a Nintendo, let alone played one. We caught on pretty fast though. Later when I was waiting for my turn I overhead Joey's parents talking about us.

"I don't like it. That girl shouldn't be running around all the time with him."

"They hardly run around and I think it’s good thing. I used to take care of Jim when I was a kid the same way. He was my responsibility. Brett obviously cares about his sister and he does a better job of taking care of her than I ever did with my little bother. She looks up to him and does whatever he says. I would say he is doing a fine job. Don't go butting in and messing things up."

"But Dave, what does he know about taking care of a little girl at his age?"

"He knows enough. At her age its no different than taking care of a boy I would say. You wouldn't give it a second thought if Jane was a boy."

"But she's not..."

"No she isn't and that doesn't matter. Leave them alone Sally and I mean it." Mr. Milikan said cutting off his wife.

She got up and huffed out of the kitchen. I had to duck back into the family room lest I get caught eavesdropping. When she passed me I went to get my drink and Mr. Milikan looked at me.

"You heard that didn't you?"

"I'm sorry I was coming to get a drink..." I said embarrassed.

"Don't worry son, you just keep taking good care of your sister and don't listen to anybody else. We know that you are doing fine. Don't we?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, take these glasses in and go play your video game."

I gratefully took them and left Mr. Milikan to his paper. Later I whispered to Jane to just go ahead and go to bed in the extra room and just come get in bed with me as soon as Joey's Mom and Dad go to bed.

"Don't you have a nightgown Jane," Mrs. Milikan?

"Uh uh, this is what I always sleep in," Jane informed her. That was not quite the truth anyway. She had on a t-shirt of mine but she also had panties on.

"Honey, you can't..."

"Dear..." Mr. Milikan warned his wife. "Jane why don't you tell the boys goodnight and get in bed." Mrs. Milikan shot her husband an annoyed look and went to their bedroom. Jane told us goodnight and went to bed. Joey and I talked, with him on the top bunk, until he ran out of steam. I would have fell asleep to but was waiting for Jane. Finally Joey's door opened and Jane slipped inside and got under the sheet with me in bed. She wrapped her arm around my chest and laid her head on my shoulder and we fell asleep, my hand idly fondling her ass.

 

That morning I heard Joey's parents whispering. I cracked my eyes and saw them standing in the door looking at us. Jane was on her side turned away from me, her head on my out stretched arm and as close to me as she could get.

"I guess you're right. It is cute," Mrs. Milikan whispered.

They quietly closed the door some and went away. Jane soon woke up and rolled over. I rolled to face her and she gave me a sleepy smile. I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss good morning. We heard Joey moving around above us and we rolled apart. He dropped his head down. "Did you sleep in here Jane?"

"Yeah, I got scared."

"Oh, okay. Want french toast for breakfast? I will ask Mom to make us some."

"I love french toast," she exclaimed.

We rolled out of bed, Joey jumping down and trooped out to the kitchen. Joey's parents were in the kitchen with the Sunday paper and coffee.

"Jane honey, was something wrong last night. You weren't in your bed this morning," Mrs. Milikan asked?

"I got scared."

"You should have come knock on our door."

Jane just shrugged and Mr. Milikan caught her eye behind his wife's back and winked at Jane. She relaxed at that and Joey ended that line of questioning. "Mom, we want some french toast, can you make us some?"

"I don't know can I?"

Joey kind of sighed but went ahead. "Will you please make us some," Joey begged?

"Since you asked so nicely, I will."

 

After breakfast, We were invited to church with them but I begged off saying we needed to be home before then. I don't think either one of us have ever been in a church, ever. Its a good thing we didn't go. They put on clothes much nicer than any we have ever owned. They dropped us at home on their way and we thanked them and waved goodbye.

 

End Chapter Three

 

 

 

Chapter Four

Discovery

 

 

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

 

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

"Okay!"

"We need lots of rope."

"Rope?"

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

"Wow!"

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

 

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

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

"Rope? What kind of rope?"

"For a swing," I said.

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

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

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

"I dunno..."

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

 

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

"Can you climb up there Brett?"

"Yeah but not carrying that rope."

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

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

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

 

That night in the bath Jane sat in my lap, our arms wrapped around each other, and we kissed and hugged. We ran our hands up and down each other's backs and loved each other. In bed I climbed in naked and Jane slipped out of her shirt. She lay down next to me and simply let legs fall apart flat to the bed with her knees bent. It was a unselfconsciously erotic pose and was an excellent testimony to the flexibility of youth. Her slit parted to show the pink inside and her button peeked out of its folds. I reverently cupped her sex and she sighed. I scooted down to be face to face with my favorite place in the world. Softly, I played and explored her beautiful folds. Such softness and warmth fascinated me. Gently rubbing my fingers up and down her slit it started to get wet. Not the copious amount she would give up later in life but there was definitely some moisture. It was also hot and swollen, the lips separating. I also noticed for the first time a faint odor.

 

It was not bad but very earthy and human. I was aroused immensely by it. It spoke to me at a primal level. I would duck my nose down close and inhale deeply of her scent. Exhaling warm air on her little pussy sent shivers up and down her body so I did it again. She liked it gentle not like you were trying to cool a hot spoonful of soup, and she liked it warm. I spent an eternity in my new playground before giving her erect little clit a kiss and moving up trailed kisses along her body. Almost beside myself with lust I attack her lips with mine. She mirrored my intensity exactly and we had bruised lips the next morning. I rubbed my erect little cock on her soft leg and she humped her hot puss on my stomach. We stopped kissing and concentrated on our groins. I started moving up her body as I dry fucked her. Her upper thighs were so much softer than her lower thighs. Eventually we thrust the right way and I landed my aching little cock right in the groove of her little slit.

 

We both froze. I leaned by body up and looked in her face. She had a surprised thoughtful look on her face probably mirroring the one on mine. I gave my hips an experimental slide. We both gasped as my stiff little cock ran up her slit to graze her throbbing little clit. She then wiggled her hips and another shiver of pleasure ran through our bodies. Quickly I moved both legs between her thighs. Wrapping her arms around my back and curling her legs around mine we moved together. It took very little time to perfect our rhythm. It must be instinctual. My stiff little cock and balls slid up and down and over her soft little pussy as it cradled them. We dry fucked for the longest time. Eventually we were rubbing our sensitive skin raw and stopped. I rolled off her to my back and she plastered herself to me, arms wrapped tightly around me half laying on me. I reached down and ran my hand gently up and down her back and over her soft little butt. We did not say a word. Both of us were still lost in the intensity of the new experience and fell asleep cuddled together naked. That started a pattern. We slept nude almost all the time from that point on.

 

End Chapter Four

 

 

Chapter Five

The Promise

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

"No please don't eat me."

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

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

 

I gave her a long lick on her sternum tasting her skin. She giggled madly.

"Hmmm, that's pretty good. I wonder what this tastes like," and proceeded to lick her left nipple then her right.

I puckered my lips and sucked. She gasped at this. I proceeded up her chest, licking her neck, chin, lips, nose, eyelids and everywhere I could.

"Better than candy," I declared.

 

I started the process back down her. Over her belly stopping to make her squirm on her belly button, over her hips next to her puffy bare slit and on down her legs avoiding her sex when she would thrust it at me. I worked my way back up her legs on the inside of her thighs, which she spread as far as she could. I settled down between her legs and just stared at her wonderfully aroused pussy. I had never actually sucked and licked her little slit yet, just an occasional kiss right on her clit. She could feel my breath now and then on her and would sort of slowly thrust her hips up looking for contact.

 

On one of her retreats I went for it. I have licked her everywhere else I thought and this is my favorite place on her, I just did it. It was a big flat swipe with my tongue. She just groaned and tried to follow my tongue. There was a hint of pee and sweat but mostly I imagined it was the flavor to the smell I love so much.

 

The more I licked and sucked the better it got. I would cover her whole pussy with my mouth and suck and just make love to her with my tongue. It seemed so natural. I stabbed my tongue into her hole and she went wild. After several minutes of this treatment she froze up and let out a long moan then went limp. That was her first true orgasm. I had yet to have one and did not even know what one was really. All I have had was just the good feelings from masturbation and our games. I gave her another lick, running my tongue from her asshole up to her clit before crawling up her body to lay over her propped up on my arms.

"I think I am just going to keep you my princess and marry you."

She gave me one of her special smiles saying, "Okay, I will marry you."

All of a sudden it was not a game anymore. I said it playing but realized I meant it, as much as a 12 year old can anyhow. Given our unique situation I think I may have had an idea what it really meant to be married though.

"Really?! Jane will you marry me?"

She could tell I was not playing our game anymore and was serious.

"Yes."

I gave her a kiss and licked her lips. She licked mine back and then we were licking each other's tongues. I sealed my lips to her and thrust my tongue in her mouth and we had a awkward, slobbery, hot, wet, exciting, and erotic first french kiss. I was easy for her to say yes. Her love was uncomplicated and unwavering. Our love was honest and simple and without doubt. It was the first love of youth.

 

That night we took a bath. By the way, we were not that necessarily that clean, I just really liked taking baths with Jane. It was our special time for sharing secrets. Jane, sitting on me, her hot pussy firmly pressed to my stiff little cock, asked, "Brett? How come it feels so good to do this?" She rocked her slick little slit along my cock emphasizing her point.

"I dunno. It just does. Its called sex and adults do it a lot."

"But what about us?"

"I think we are just special. Nobody else at school I know does this with anybody. If they do they must keep it secret. But I don't think they do. When the guys talk about girls they never never talk about doing anything. I can barely keep my mouth shut when Joey is telling stories."

 

Most of my classmates had noticed girls at this point. It's kind of obvious when some of them start growing breasts. Joey was a major source of information and misinformation by way of his older brother and cable TV. I knew I we would get in major trouble if anybody found out about Jane and I. She was supposed to be too young and you were not allowed to have sex with your sister. It was against the law. Somehow I just could not seem to care.

 

"You can't tell anybody we are gonna get married Jane."

"I know, my friends would laugh at me, they don't like their brothers."

"I'm glad you like me."

"Me too."

 

 

End Chapter Five

 

 

 

Chapter Six

Some Experimenting

 

Thanksgiving that year was special. Mom said she had to work. We did not know that the restaurant was in fact closed. The news did not really faze us all that much. Holidays just did not have the same meaning for us. We did not think of family gatherings and big meals. Ours was of sleeping in and time alone as usual.

 

Mrs. G. found out we were once again on our own and clucked in her disapproving way she has. "Come over and have it with us," she said. "Only our daughter is coming this year with her family and there will be plenty of room at the table for you two."

 

We had met all their kids briefly at one point or another. They seemed nice enough. Their daughter had two girls who were several years older than me. Jane perked up at this so I said, "okay, thanks."

 

"Good, come round about one o'clock and wear school type clothes." Mrs. G., bless her soul, knew that we did not have a clue and was giving us hints so we would fit in without making a big deal of it. I am sure we could have shown up in our tired old play clothes and been treated the same but we would have noticed the difference.

 

Thanksgiving Morning Jane woke me up for a change. She was lying opposite of me with he head on her crooked arm playing with my cock. She saw I was awake and gave me a devilish grin then surprised the hell out of me. Moving up over me some she bent down and wrapped her sweet lips around my cock. I was in heaven. Even at the first touch, which was not that terribly aggressive or intimate, the forbidden nature of this excited me beyond belief. She gave me a small suck and looked back up at me with a questioning look on her face. I had a stupid look on my face and just nodded at her. Grinning she went back down on me. When her little tongue swiped over the underside of my cock I involuntarily thrust my hips up at her sending my whole cock into her mouth with a groan. She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth and saw the look of bliss on my face and proceeded to suck and lick my aching little cock to the hardest it had ever been.

 

Her tongue was alive and wonderfully active on my cock. Sucking and licking the shaft she brought me higher and higher. She probed my all over, exploring. I about jumped out of my skin when she caressed my balls with her hand and probed my little piss hole with her tongue. Backing off me she said, "tastes kind of salty."

I just shrugged and put my hand on the back of her head urging her to continue. She licked from my perineum up to my cock head and back down. Engulfing my head and swirling her tongue around I was reaching a climax for the first time. This went beyond the 'good' feeling I would get. It almost felt I was going to pee. I moaned and erupted into Jane's hot wet little mouth. Jane pulled off me with a mouthful of my cum that she swallowed reflexively and looked at me cock twitch and spurt more. "That doesn't look like pee."

"Its not. Its my sex stuff," I replied not really knowing the real term but having heard about this before.

"Its kind of salty, like how you tasted earlier," she informed me smacking her lips and licking the extra that escaped off her lips. Once again my little sister blew my mind. She bent down and licked up the rest that spurted on my belly and groin. "I like it."

"I think you taste good too Jane."

 

Having collected all she could find she crawled up me and gave me a hot kiss. I could taste my cum in her mouth and it was salty. My sister was turned on like never before. She just kept surprising me. Moving farther up me I kissed her neck, chest, belly, and clit. Looking down at me, straddling my head she lowered her red little pussy to my mouth, giving me her one of her special smiles. She must have been playing with herself as she sucked on me. Grabbing her ass I dove in with gusto. I sucked her lips, stabbed my tongue into her hole and sucked hard on her clit. I had trouble holding her hips still with all her thrusting and wiggling. Finally she reached her peak almost smothering me as she pressed down hard on my face. What a way to go though, inhaling her sweet little girl musk and tasting her juices. She collapsed back on me backwards, her knees still straddling my head, opening up her sweet little slit to my eyes.

 

I wrapped my arms around her hips and softly fondled her bare swollen sex. I hooked my index finger down and ran it around her hot little hole. Tempted to the max I penetrated her. She gasped and thrust her hips up some. I took this as encouragement and probed deeper. She was so very hot inside. Velvety soft heat surrounded my finger and I went deeper finding and obstruction of sorts. I gently probed harder, twirling my finger around and felt a hole. Pushing a little harder my finger slipped through. Her hymen had surrendered, of sorts, to me. I did not break it, just widened it. She stiffened at this but did not say a word. Later she would tell me that it felt so weird having me inside her, but exciting and somehow right all at the same time. When she relaxed I continued to move deeper until my knuckles were pressing against her lips and clit.

 

I just let my finger soak in her wet heat for a while. Slowly moving it out some then back in she moaned again. I continued to finger fuck her, massaging her clit on the down stroke with the ball of my hand. Over and over I plunged into her until her hip motion became frantic and she moaned so loud I was almost worried about Mom waking. Exhausted she fell limp on me. I gently withdrew my finger finding some blood on it. There was even some leaking out of her little hole. I almost panicked and wiped it up with the sheet. When none reappeared I calmed some. "Are you alright Jane?"

"Yessss, that felt sooo good," half moaned in reply. "It hurt a little at first but it just felt so good at the same time that I never wanted it to stop."

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Its a little sore but feels good."

"Okay, cause you bled a little but it stopped," I rushed out to finish so she wouldn't get upset.

"Hmmm," she replied. I was worried over nothing. She unfolded her legs laying them along my head. Her delightful little slit was touching my chin. I gave it a little kiss and hugged her lower body. We rested like that until we started to get cold and she turned around and lay her head on my shoulder and I drug the covers back over us.

 

Waking later with Jane still on top of me is one of my most favorite things in the world. Her weight was so warm and reassuring. I ran my hands up and down her back cupping her pert little buns and giving them a wake up squeeze.

 

"I'm awake," Jane replied from my chest.

 

Neither one of us wanted to move but my bladder was urging otherwise. I rolled over trying to lay Jane down so I cold get up and go. She was having none of it, not letting go of me. I rolled over and out of bed holding her to my chest. We both were giggling a bit at the silliness. She wrapped her legs around me and hung on like she used to when she was little. I cupped her ass in my hands and looked her in the eye. She just smiled and gave me a kiss, snaking her tongue out and she wrapped it sensually around mine. Breaking the kiss I walked to the bathroom and looked at the toilet.

 

Jane looked down at it then at me and just gave me a devilish grin. She would not let go. Sensing her playful mood I got and idea and sat down on the cold seat. Grinning like a maniac she wiggled on me spreading my legs then looked me in the eyes and pissed in my lap. I grinned back and pissed to. The only difference was that I was stiff and pissed up. She squealed when she felt my warm pee splashing against her sexy little slit. She tightened her grip on me and scooted forward, pissing on me in return. At this point we both busted out laughing hard. We simply could not stop laughing. After we calmed down and sharing a kiss my legs started to get numb.

"Jane I got to get up, my legs are starting to hurt."

She hopped up and said, "wanna take a shower?"

"Okay," I replied, but she was already turning on the water. I still had to help her adjust it to the right temperature though. We soaped each other up and kept the sex groping under a frenzied level. I had her lie down and I checked out her little pussy for damage from the blood but found nothing other than her inner barrier was gone and her tunnel an angry red in color.

"I'm gonna see if Mom is home." I went down and checked her room. The door was open and it did not look like she came home last night.

I grabbed Jane in the hall and bent down to slip her my tongue on the way back to our room.

"Mom, not home then."

"Nope," I said as I grabbed her ass and squeezed.

 

The rest of the day was quiet and we left for the G's at one. We rang the bell and Susan, the G's oldest granddaughter, at 17, answered the door. I gawked open mouthed at her. She was the perfect specimen of All American cheerleader beauty. She said, "Hi, Brett and Jane, you have gotten big. Come on in."

 

We saw her sister and parents along with the G's and greeted each other. Jane noticed my stare it seemed and when we were shown where to put our coats in the spare bedroom, she was almost in tears. I noticed, "Jane, what's wrong?"

"You like them better than me," she replied in a hurt voice.

My heart almost split in two at her voice. I put my arms around her in a fierce hug and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry. I love you Jane, I like you 100 times better. I like you the best of anybody in the whole wide world. You are my very best favorite. You are way prettier than they are, really. I love you, I'm sorry."

She sniffled a little and asked in a tiny voice, "really?"

"Yeah, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you." In a moment of brilliance, which I am not sure where it came from, I dropped to me knees so I was looking up at her and taking her hands in mine, "Jane will you marry me?"

That did it, she plastered herself to me kissing me all over my face and snaking her tongue in my mouth. I was forgiven. From that point on I was acutely aware of how strong yet fragile our love was. We both were vulnerable and needed each other. Our romantic love gave so much more but made us a little more vulnerable at the same time.

"If I ever do something stupid like that again just kick me, okay?"

She grinned and kicked me then gave me another kiss and we went and had Thanksgiving dinner.

 

I was on good behavior for the rest of the day. Having realized how I might hurt my Jane I lost interest in the two teenagers for the most part. My age and immaturity made it hard. I have always had a gift of being able to put myself in somebody else's shoes so to speak. Imagining myself as Jane I know I would be hurt if she showed interest in some other boy and that cooled my hormones quite well.

 

I idly wondered though what Jane would look like at that age? Jane caught me staring again but she could tell I was not staring like last time though and kicked me softly under the table. Mr. G. was reading the paper and the girls were otherwise distracted so I leaned over and whispered in Jane's ear, "just wondering what you will look like when you are like them. Bet you are much prettier than them. But don't get to big to fast, I like you small so I can pick you up."

That got me a smile. We had squash pie for dessert, the G's were from the south, with cool-whip. The two older girls turned out to be fun. They took to us right away. Saying I was cute, but they thought Jane was cuter and I agreed.

"So have you kissed a girl yet Brett?" Mary, the younger girl at fifteen, asked.

I blushed and nodded.

"You have?" she asked not believing me.

"She's just jealous cause she hasn't yet," Susan teased. Mary frowned at that "Shut up! What about you Jane?"

At this Jane turned bright red and would not meet anybody in the eye, which I was grateful for or I wold have turned as red as she. I was sort of worried at what Jane would say.

"Was it a real kiss?" Susan guessed correctly.

Jane turned even more red if that's possible. The two teenagers squealed and both bombarded Jane with questions at once. This just made her even more embarrassed. They realized they were not going to get Jane this way and turned on me. "Do you have a girlfriend?" asked Susan.

I nodded.

"What's her name?"

Glancing at Jane, "I won't tell."

"Why is she ugly or something?"

"No she is beautiful." Jane was staring at me I could tell but I knew better than to make eye contact.

They turned back to Jane, "What's her name?" asked Susan.

Jane just shook her head and blushed again.

To me, "Do you kiss her a lot? Open mouth? With tongue? How old is she?"

I answered 'Yeah' to the first three and smiled at the last. I went on the offensive, "Do you and your boyfriend french kiss a lot?"

Susan said "Yeah, he has a car and we go out on dates."

"What about you Mary? Got a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Why not? You are pretty enough."

She just blushed and said, "I don't know, I just don't."

"She's shy," her sister said.

 

For the rest of the evening Mary flirted shamelessly with me. I guess she thought I was safe. She was really getting to me despite how hard I tried. All the attention was very flattering. Jane was not upset at this though. She now knew that she had much more experience than the older girl and felt she had the upper hand. Jane was a little possessive, she sat close to me or in my lap sometimes. Her possessiveness made me feel good though.

 

Susan came and told me, "Mary wants you to kiss her, I can tell. You should. Jane you won't tell his girlfriend will you?"

I watched Jane intently. She smiled and said, "No, I won't tell." When Susan turned back to me I was still looking at Jane and she gave me a smile and then playfully stuck her tongue out at me. I guess she wanted me to kiss Mary, but I was confused now and it showed on my face.

"What's the matter? Don't want to kiss my sister?"

"Well I guess, but I'm not sure."

"Please, we only see you guys like once a year and won't tell. She might tell her friends but wouldn't matter anyhow. We live in way in Ohio and she will say you were older anyway."

"Okay."

She got up and went for her sister and I turned to Jane.

"I would rather kiss you."

"Okay," she smiled and leaned over and gave me a brief but sexy kiss.

I was startled. Jane was horny. Well okay, Jane being horny is not surprising but her kiss in the open was. When the girls got back Mary was blushing a lot and would not meet my eye. They say on the floor across from Jane and I.

"C'mon Mary, its easy. Just kiss him," encouraged Susan.

She looked uncertain.

I said, "Its easy. I can show you how."

All three girls looked excited at this point and I was tenting my pants too. She was just too nervous to do it. Feeling very bold I said, "Watch and I will show you."

Susan looked surprise as I leaned forward and went for her mouth. I gave her a sensual kiss slightly sucking on her lower lip and she kissed me back gently thrusting her tongue into my mouth where it dueled with mine briefly before we pulled back.

"See, nothing to it." She looked surprised. I seized the moment and said, "Watch, even Jane can do it." I leaned forward to a surprised but super excited eight year old. We slid our tongues together obviously and explored each others mouths for about twice the time I did with Susan before pulling apart.

 

Both older girls were shocked but highly aroused. I leaned forward towards Mary slowly. She just closed her eyes and sighed. I softly brushed my lips against hers a couple times. Pulling back slightly I saw her eyes were still closed and her lips parted now. Taking advantage of this I went in for another kiss. I sucked gently on her lips and kissed her sensually. I pulled back and this time she opened her eyes and stared dreamily at me. Moving back in she closed them and waited expectantly for more. This time I probed her mouth with my tongue and found her eagerly greeting me. We dueled briefly and parted.

"So what do you think?"

"Wow," was her only reply.

Susan gave me a measuring look and said, "He is a good kisser Sis, better than Bob."

I just blushed and Mary asked, "Can you kiss me again?"

Her parents saved us from talking about it more by coming into the room and we were not left alone the rest of the time there.

 

Walking home, Jane grabbed my hand and asked, "Did you like kissing them better than me?"

"Not a chance. I want to kiss you all the time, that was fun cause I got to see if I was doing it right and if I was any good. You are a much better kisser than either one of them. I don't have to kiss any other girl than you ever now. I know you are the best."

Jane just hugged my arm in response. That night I gently licked Jane to orgasm because she was still sore from earlier. She returned the favor, this time eagerly sucking and swallowing my cum down.

 

End Chapter Six

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

All Mine

 

 

Christmas break, almost as good as summer break. Mom would humor us and get a tree, even get a little excited about it herself but her mood never lasted. At least she was not negative about it, I think she always felt guilty at the holidays. Jane and I would decorate it, making decorations by hand with colored paper and popcorn strands. We even had a couple sets of old lights that I dutifully maintained. It was our job to water the tree and to get rid of it after Christmas. Mom did very little.

 

The last day of school Joey brought a porno magazine he took from his brother to school. All of us boys crowded around him in the bathroom staring in awe. It showed everything. I noticed right away that those women looked pretty much like Jane down there, just bigger. The pictures of actual penetration were what truly interested me. Immediately I thought, could Jane and I do that? I desperately hoped so. It may seem like I was in the dark or stupid, but with out any older siblings, no birds and the bees talk from a parent, no cable TV or movies I was discovering sex with Jane on our own. The rest of the day passed in a blur, I could not wait to get home.

 

On the bus Jane noticed my mood. We still sat together, kind of in the center of the bus now, between the older kids and the younger.

"What?" she asked.

"I have found out something today that we can try, we can't talk about it on the bus."

She gave me a curious look and did not say any more. When we got off the bus she said, "tell me."

"Sex."

She frowned at that and I went on, "Grown-up sex."

She still looked confused. "I can put my dick where I put my finger up inside you. Its called fucking."

At this she looked surprised then excited. She loved the feeling of my finger inside her pussy.

"Want to try when we get home," I asked hopefully, barely able to keep from grabbing her and running home.

"Uh huh," she nodded with a smile. At this I took her and sort of speed walked and half ran the couple block home. Once inside Jane ran to the bedroom and started stripping as fast as she could. I was just as eager as her and we were both naked in on time. My little cock stood proudly, it was not much bigger than my finger but it was fatter.

 

Jane stood boyishly narrow and thin. Her brown hair still in the french braid I did it up in this morning. She looked excited to my eye, her clit peeked out erectly from her lips. We flowed together in a kiss, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me so we were face to face. This is our favorite. I love the feel of her in my arms, one hand cupping her soft globes the other wrapped tightly around her back pulling her close. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels on my ass and her arms around my neck and shoulders. She would rub her hot little pussy along my belly as we probed each other's mouths deeply.

 

I walked over to our bed and tossed her on her back. She smiled and her legs spread widely. This was familiar and comfortable to us. I dropped down between her legs with my face right at pussy level. I had spent countless hours over the last year in this position worshiping her.

 

We discovered the hard way Jane needed quite a bit of attention down here to make things slippery enough to rub our sexes together. It established a pattern that lasted even though she could get so excited and aroused now that she would be wet before I ever touched her. I did my obeisance. She produced enough, not the copious amount of girl juice she would make in a few years, to explore her with out any discomfort.

 

I lowered my head and gave her a long lick from her little pink rosette to clit and rested my chin on her mound looking up at her. She lowered her arms and ran her hands through my hair smiling at me. We stared deeply into each other's eyes for several minutes before I went back to her treasure. I slurped and sucked like a man, or boy rather, possessed.

 

Her slit swelled and split, turning an angry red. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, sweetness with the sour. Taking my index finger I slid into her hole, wet with her juices and my saliva. It slid in to the hilt, her tunnel grasping it firmly. I starting rotating and plunging it in and out of her making sure to rib her clit.

 

The excitement was just too much for me, pulling my finger out I scooted up and sat with my legs spread and pulled hers on top of mine. I pulled her hips closer to get her smooth little slit closer to aching cock.

"I wanna see too."

 

I grabbed a pillow and bunched it up and put it under her head so she could look down her flat torso and belly to her hairless slit. Thrusting my hips forward a little my cock touched her wet center. Having dry fucked countless times this was nothing new in itself but the knowledge that it was going to go inside her aroused us both to a fever pitch that we moaned at the contact. I kind of rubbed it around and moved it directly over her hole. Looking up to her face I saw her eye riveted on my cock where it touched her.

 

She looked up and met my eyes then kind of rolled her hips forward and we both gasped and looked down to see my cock slowly enter her. My hand firmly grasping her hips I pulled on her and scooted forward to push my hard cock in as far as I could to her hot tight slit. We were both holding our breath and the exquisite feeling of my cock sinking into her wet clinging heat caused me to let our a heartfelt moan and suck in a breath of sweet air. This was heaven; it felt so good and so right. Jane later told me that she felt empty when I pulled it out. We just stayed like that for a while, enjoying the intimate connection.

"Does this mean we aren't virgins anymore?"

My sister surprised me once again. She realized the significance of this before I did.

"I think so."

 

Her reply was a roll of her hips, which sent shivers through our bodies. Looking down, our joined sexes were the most erotic sight of my life. Her slick smooth lips were puffy and seemed to be grasping my cock. Achingly swollen, her clit stood at attention. It was large and sensitive, almost the size of the tip of my little finger. I tried to fuck her like this but I needed to move a bit more. Reluctantly pulling out I moved to lay between her wide-open thighs in our favorite dry fucking position. It may not have been our favorite, any position that allowed us close contact was our favorite. Jane did love to be pressed to the bed by my weight though. She said it always made her feel loved and safe. I felt tender and possessive at the same time when I was over her, like she was mine, body and soul.

 

I entered her again. My head slowly parting the soft walls of her silky passage, I covered my sister as she likes. It was a tight fit and I had to go slow. Holding my upper body off of her somewhat on my elbows, my lower body firmly pressed down. She then wraps her skinny arms around my back and her legs around mine and presses the side of her face to my chest and we begin to rock and thrust. The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. All the best feelings I ever had all rolled into one. She was wet and tight and hot, creating some of her own juice and my saliva made the passage of my cock stretching rather than painful for her.

 

I learned to kind of roll my hips when fully in her from the way she moved her hips. Our hairless sexes made a tight seal and her body seemed reluctant to let me withdraw, but the urge to thrust was instinctual and driving us both onward. Her tunnel gripped my cock like a fist as we fucked, the small inner lips pulling outward on my retreats and being pulled inward on my thrusts.

 

Our motions soon became frantic. I was in the grips of my most powerful orgasm, my first inside a girl. I froze and buried my cock as deep as I could and came. My cock jerked and I pumped and pumped my cum into her, it was almost like pissing it went on so long. Jane rolled her hips mashing her clit on my pubic bone and came with a shuddering groan, her tight hole going into spasms and gripping my cock like it was trying to milk it. It excited me more and drew out my orgasm which drew out hers. We came and came until exhausted. I collapsed on top of Jane and reluctantly rolled off her and she followed me, never letting go. My little cock stayed hard and Jane kept if firmly encased in her hairless little slit. I ran my hands down her back and gripped her soft globes giving a little thrust of my hips and said, "You're mine, forever and ever."

She softly mumbled into my chest, "Okay."

 

We fell asleep connected until I woke up a little latter and headed to the bathroom. Crawling back into bed I spooned my sister trying to think what I was going to get her for Christmas. I have always tried to get her something nice, not expensive but special, for Christmas and her birthday. My little lover woke and gave me a radiant smile.

"Hey," I softly said.

Jane just smiled at me.

"I really liked that, did you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I wanna do that all the time."

 

I was hard again and just rolled her over and moved into position. Jane spread her legs and laid there waiting with an excited look. Carefully I lined us up and slid inside her. She was super slick from our recent fuck and it made the passage easier. This time however I stayed sitting and let her lie between my legs. Grabbing her hips I moved her on me. She got the idea fast and was soon moving herself with her legs wrapped around me. We watched my cock slide in and out of her hairless pussy for a while. There was little urgency to this round at first. Eventually we felt the urge to move faster and I brought my sister to sit up in my lap. Jane needed no prompting, even if I had a clue what to do, she started riding me.

 

Her hips rolled and jerked on my lap as she bounced. I just put my arms around her and hung on. Jane was almost incoherent. Her eyes were unfocused most of the time and she just looked at me. I watched her right back. Faster and harder she moved, every so often jerking a little and pausing before starting back up again even faster. As I felt the urge to come I grabbed her tightly and held her as close to me as possible and as deep as I could and spurted in her. She just moaned and ground her slick lips against me, massaging her clit, and came with me.

 

We just held each other and relaxed after. When our breathing slowed I tilted her head up and gave her a kiss.

"That was fun."

"Uh huh, it was the best," Jane agreed with me.

We jumped in the shower and cleaned up then got something to eat. Jane was wearing an old t-shirt of mine, sans panties. I was in a pair of boxers. We spent the evening working a jigsaw puzzle.

 

In bed we had another long relaxing fuck, up until the end when Jane went into overdrive. Cuddling together after I thought about how much I loved her and wanted her. I told Jane how I felt. We shared everything and our feelings for each other were included in that. My feelings had all the intensity of a crush and they were returned just as intensely. The strength of it almost overwhelmed us. I am sure the endorphins had a little to do with it but not that much. It would last.

 

The next morning as I was fondling Jane's ass as she lay on me we heard Mom moving around. Quickly pulling apart Jane jumped out of bed and into her own. We slept with the door closed but Mom never knocked when she did come in. Looking back I think Mom probably would not have cared and most likely knew we slept in the same bed most of the time anyhow, we jut felt a little guilty I think that morning. I realized she forgot her clothes, I reached down and grabbed them off the floor and threw them to her. She squealed and pulled them underneath the covers. Whether Jane's squeal got Mom's attention or she was coming anyway she opened the door.

"Jane?"

"Yeah Mom?"

"What's all the screaming about?"

"I was throwing a dirty sock at her Mom," I volunteered.

"We were just playing Mom," said Jane.

"Okay, try to keep it down this early would you guys?" She did not appear hung over and she was up awful early I thought until I looked at the clock and saw it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Vacation start today eh?"

"Yup, Can we take the bus to the mall today Mom?"

"I don't care, just watch your sister."

"I will."

 

She left us and I hopped up naked and jumped into bed with Jane, Jane almost screamed but I shushed her by shoving my tongue down her throat. It worked like magic. I was lying on top of her face to face madly kissing her for several minutes.

I stopped and moved up her body and said in a low voice, "soon as she leaves I am going to put this back inside you." I punctuated the last part by rubbing my erect cock along her hairless little slit.

I hopped off her leaving her uncovered. She just laid there with a smile on her face and her legs widely spread and a hand rubbing her little pussy.

"Get dressed, I'm hungry."

I left her and went to the kitchen to make some pancakes. Jane wandered in wearing a t-shirt but I cold tell she left the panties off.

"No panties?" I teased.

She stuck her tongue out at me and flashed her naked little slit at me. I loved her desperately. She was playful and feisty yet sweet and affectionate at the same time. I would judge every female, regardless of age, by Jane. She is my ideal.

 

We ate breakfast and just goofed around until Mom left for work. As soon as she shut the door I hopped up and said in my evil voice, "Now you're mine!"

"Not unless you catch me!"

A made race around the house commenced. I was not trying to catch her, I was just chasing her around. Standing at opposite ends of the couch watching each other to see what way to run I took off my clothes.

"Now I am ready when I do catch you, especially since somebody isn't wearing any panties!"

Jane screamed in glee and took off. I could tell she was ready to be caught. She headed straight for the bedroom and jumped on our bed still screaming in delight. I leaped on it with her tickling her causing her the squirm and scream more. Eventually I stopped and pinned her hands above her head while laying on her. "Now your mine."

"Okay," and she stopped struggling and puckered up for a kiss. "I am all yours."

"Forever?"

"Forever and ever," she replied solemnly.

"Thank you." I kissed her.

 

 

End Chapter Seven

 

 

 

Chapter Eight

A Good Christmas

 

 

 

We were quickly becoming insatiable. On our bed I claimed my prize. She was mine, I had caught her. I took her shirt off her and trailed kisses down her belly to soft little pussy. It was then and will always be the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I worshiped her smooth little pussy until she came. Running my tongue all around her slick little lips and sucking on her clit like a little nipple. I pointed my tongue and fucked her with it but she really loved it when I placed my whole mouth over her sex and sucked while tonguing her clit. Her little slit was small enough then that this was easy to do.

 

After she came down she pushed me off her and onto my back. She got her little devilish grin on her face and straddled my hips, her hot wet slit right over my cock. I could feel the heat from it without touching it. Getting the hint I grabbed my cock and held it straight up and ran it over her lips and clit. Fitting it to her hole I kind of thrust up. She just moaned and sat down on me. Her heat and tightness caused me to hold my breath until she was fully impaled on me. This was a unique experience. She was in control and I had a spectacular view of her hairless lips gripping my little cock and spreading around the base as she ground herself against my pubic bone.

 

She just kind of rolled her hips back and forth, almost rubbing with very little up and down motion. It did not matter what she did, it all felt good to me. She just kept her sexy motions up for the longest time, I lost track of time to be honest. I would watch her sexy little hairless slit rub all around my groin. It was red and puffy and swollen, her clit was protruding and looked just as aroused I felt as she stimulated herself on me. We would stare into each other's eyes, my hands on her hips and soft little buns and hers on my chest. My sister was a world-class lover, even at eight, I would later find out from talking to friends about their sexual experiences later in life.

 

Eventually her motions got erratic and her hips became a blur then she just pressed down hard and moaned. Her pussy went into spasms and gripped me tightly and I came with her shooting my cum deep inside as my cock throbbed along with her pussy. When we came down and caught our breath she started to move her hips again. My cum was running out of her and her now slimy little slit was sliding all around. The sight turned me on to the extreme. As usual at this age I stayed hard after cumming. We spent another eternity fucking, my sister sliding her spermy slick little slit up and down my cock until we had another small orgasm again.

She collapsed on my chest. "Jane, you make me feel so good."

"You too."

 

After a while I got up carrying her and headed for the shower. We soaped each other up and I brushed and dried her hair then braided it. That day I decided to put two small french braids in with little red bows at the ends. Mrs. G. taught me how. I could do just about any kind of braid you could think of. I was quite skilled even if I do say so myself. I could 'work miracles' as Mrs. G. called it, but my own hair was beyond me. Just cut it short so I did not need a comb and I could run my fingers though it instead. One time I got a funny look from my sister's teacher one time when I went to get Jane from class. She wanted to know if I really did her hair this morning. I got embarrassed and mumbled positively. She told Jane, "you hare lucky girl to have a brother who can do that for you."

We dressed and I went out to the raspberry bush to get some money out of the can. Most of our money came from the neighbors. They would come up with odd jobs for us to do and pay us. Like getting their mail and paper when they were gone, feeding a dog, little stuff like that. A few gave us some money on our birthday in a card. Any time Mom gave us money I kept whatever was left over and learned to ask for more than we needed. I got $80 figuring we would not spend it all. "We going Christmas shopping?"

"Yup, lets get Mom her present and we can look for each other okay? Here is $25, if you need more ask, but try to keep it under that okay?"

She nodded and stuck the money in her jean pocket. Grabbing our winter coats we headed down the street for the bus. We rode for about half an hour and changed buses to get to the mall. It was packed but we did not care, the crowds excited us. We roamed around looking at all the shops. I would catch myself holding her hand and let go giving it a squeeze to reassure her. Going into a big department store I saw where we could get our picture taken. We were wearing school clothes and Jane's hair was done up nice so we decided to get one taken and buy a frame to put it in for Mom.

 

Standard fare at our house on Christmas morning was one gift for everybody, birthdays were an after thought for Mom, but Jane and I celebrated privately. We gave Mom hers from both of us and she each gave us one and we gave each other one. Most of the time it was something we needed from Mom, a new coat, shoes, etc. Last year I got a coat and Jane did too. I gave her a watch and she gave me a little clay pot she made in school. I was surprised and pleased. I never saw it when she brought it home, which meant she made it just for me. I have that pot to this day. It's my change dish.

 

That year I was stumped. Our relationship had changed and I wanted something a little more adult for her. I finally discovered earrings. Jane's ears were not yet pierced. I got her some gold little hearts at a kiosk in the mall and made sure we could come back and they would put them in the gun and pierce her ears. I was happy with myself for coming up with that, they were even real gold, the lady who helped me was great, she warned me not to get the cheap ones, they would get infected and the gold would rub off. I trusted her and was happy to get my little sister something so grown up.

 

We met back up together at the little fountain like we planned and spent some more time just walking around. Jane had a small Sears bag that I was guessing was my Christmas present. I did not ask and she did not say, same way for the plain brown bag I had for her, although she did eye it from time to time. The bus ride was uneventful and we held hands while walking home, it was dark and getting colder.

 

That night we got amorous in the tub but soon learned water makes a bad lubricant but we were so worked up I just took her on the bathroom floor laying on a couple towels. I was getting addicted to her. The rest of our vacation we must have had sex at least three times a day. We wore ourselves out towards the end of the vacation and had to slow down. Our skin was getting worn raw, neither one of us were mature enough to make things quite as slippery as they should be without a lot of foreplay. Our foreplay came and went depending on our mood. Sometimes we would be watching TV on the couch when I would simply get off the couch and get in front of Jane, pull her pants and underwear off and suck her little slit some then slid my cock in and fuck her. I was not always the one to start but most of the time I was and Jane was always an eager partner.

 

Christmas morning, after making love, we went out to get breakfast. Santa Claus never made an appearance at our house and we never believed in him. There was no big surprised rush to get up, sure Jane was excited and so was I to a lesser degree but we always had something to eat first. Mom had went to a Christmas Eve party and was sleeping off whatever she did that night. Jane and I ate and went into the family room and sat on the couch and cuddled while we waited for Mom.

 

We dozed off, Jane was lying on my chest as usual, when I heard rattling in the kitchen of Mom making her coffee and woke. I got Jane up and we sat together waiting for Mom to come in and see what kind of mood she was in. With her mug of coffee she walked in and sat on the chair.

"Merry Christmas Mom," we said in unison.

"Merry Christmas," she replied.

 

She was hung over but in a decent mood. Looking back I realize that she did not expect a hug nor did she offer one. Mom was rarely abusive physically but emotionally was another story; she was distant and detached. I think she just wished we would grow up and go away, or just go away. She performed her motherly duties reluctantly and minimally. Her support was only reached our basic physical needs and rarely our emotional ones. We were very lucky to have each other, Jane and I, and we were lucky to have many of our neighbors as foster grandparents.

 

"Can we open our presents now Mom," Jane asked?

"Go ahead."

Jane hopped over to the tree and proudly passed them out. We got two each and Mom one. They were wrapped in two different kinds of wrapping paper. Mom wrapped hers in one and we had one we wrapped each others in which got used for our little private birthdays too. Jane started with Mom's gift. It was a large clothes box so I know it would be clothes. I was right, Jane got two new outfits and some socks and panties. Mom always did have good taste in clothes. She dressed nice, often at the expense of our wardrobe. I knew Jane would look good in her new clothes. I also got two new outfits. They were good clothes, she must have been shopping for herself and saw ours on sale or something. It did not matter really why, we just accepted them gratefully, Jane more sincere than I.

 

Mom opened her picture and frame and almost blew us away. She was almost crying. Our love, which we kept buried and repressed most of the time, came to the surface and we both hugged her tightly. Oh, Mom loved us there was no doubt. She just did not want us, if one can understand that.

"Thank you, you both look so cute here."

 

We did take a good picture and I knew Jane was beautiful but as usual never gave my own appearance a second thought. I guess looking back I was a good-looking kid. The girls at my school did seem to think so and I have been told I am a good-looking man now, no GQ man though. When I was twelve I had short unruly blonde haired. I was skinny and on the short side, puberty had not started a growth spurt. Jane was the perfect example of childish beauty. She was small with big blue wide set eyes. Her hair was a rich brown and fell to her shoulder blades. A cute upturned nose and a delightful giggle and laugh that more than one person said should be bottled and sold as an anti-depressant. She was skinny like me but a little softer with a cute round bottom. Her toes and feet were perfect and she ran around barefoot as much as she could.

 

"Can I open yours now Brett," Jane asked excitedly? I nodded smiling at her excitement.

She tore it open and opened the box and squealed. Launching herself at me she knocked me over and gave a kiss. She was aiming for my lips big I had the presence of mind to turn my head enough for it to land on the corner of my mouth. I gently pushed her off me and she remembered where she was and settled down some.

"Look Mom, real earrings!"

Mom looked amused, "Lets see Janey." Jane was so excited she did not ever frown at being called Janey.

"These are nice Brett."

"Thanks Mom, I will take her back to the place and they will pierce her ears too. Its free with the earrings."

"Can we go today?"

"They won't be open Janey."

"Tomorrow?"

"Ask your brother, I have to work."

"Please?"

I nodded and got another hug.

"Open mine now."

I opened it up and it was a modest Swiss army knife. It was a great gift. I looked up at Jane to see a hopeful and worried look on her face. She is like an open book to me, one look and I know what she is feeling and often thinking.

 

I pulled her to me and gave her a big hug, "thanks Jane, its cool and much better than my old pocket knife. I like it a lot."

Releasing her I tickled her and said, "I just don't scream like some people" gently teasing her.

"That's the truth, there is no doubt in anybody's mind when Jane likes something is there?" Mom added.

 

Later when Jane was out of hearing I asked, "you don't care that I got her real earrings do you Mom?"

"No, that's fine, you will be the one to make sure she cleans her ears anyway, make sure she does though, they will get infected otherwise."

"Yes Mom."

"I am going to lay back down, try to be quiet okay?"

"Okay."

 

When Mom went to her bedroom I pulled Jane into my lap and gave her a real thank you, which she returned. "That's what I wanted to do when I opened my present."

"Me too," she replied.

We held each other a little longer then she got up and turned on the TV and came back and sat in my lap and we lazed around the rest of the day. When alone I was Jane's seat. She would sit in my lap when I sat in a chair, she reclined with me on the couch and lay on me, my sister was like a cat.

 

Our childhood would have been unconventional even if we were not sexually active. Jane maybe had two dolls and one teddy bear. I had a few toys too but they never saw much attention. Jane would play with her dolls from time to time but most often we would play make believe games and role-play. Prince/princess, pirate/princess, cop/robber, etc. were our pastimes. Cop and robber was my favorite. We switched rolls and sometimes were on the same side against make-believe opponents.

 

I am sure I was somewhat behind for my age group in social development having Jane as my primary playmate while she was ahead for her age because of me. We were a complex blend of adult and child. I am not sure who really raised us. The neighbors and school along with our peers had a big impact, equal to our Mom and better in some cases. We spent a large amount of time alone, just the two of us, with nobody to tell us right and wrong. I did spend more good times with Mom than Jane ended up spending. As the years went by Mom grew more distant as her drinking and I think drug use increased. Jane had a very tenuous relationship with her.

 

Mom did teach me to be self-sufficient even when I was very small along with the fact that Jane was my responsibility. I never did resent my sister though, not once. We would argue rarely but I never wished she was not with me or that she was not my sister. It would have been easier on us I am sure if I had been a few years older than I was, but we did amazingly well.

 

 

End Chapter Eight

 

 

 

Chapter Nine

My Other Present

 

That next day we walked to the bus stop and went back to the mall to get Jane's ears pierced. She was excited and nervous when we got there.

"Do you think it will hurt?"

"Maybe a little, can't be too bad though."

At the kiosk the same lady was working that sold them to me. She sat Jane on a stool and I held her hand as she made the little mark with a felt marker to aim for and then a little snap and one was in. Jane sort of whimpered a little but her eyes were dry. The other ear went as smoothly. Looking at herself in a mirror she smiled and just kept turning her head this way and that looking at herself. Jane has never been vain but she really liked her earrings. We thanked the lady and walked away.

 

"So you really like them?"

"Yeah."

"How much," I asked her with a lecherous grin.

She saw my look and said, "This much," and quickly grabbed my crotch and continued walking looking like an innocent eight year old. I hurriedly caught up and looked down at her with a stupid grin on my face. She stuck her tongue out at me playfully which would have prompted me to go after it but I could not do that in the mall and she knew it. We spent a wickedly delightful hour teasing each other in the mall. I would caress her ass running my fingers in the cleft of her soft globes. She would cop feels of my stiff cock or grab my ass. I would trail my fingertips along the back of her neck and scratch her back. She would be much more direct and bold than I at times. Sitting at a fountain she sat in my lap, wiggled her soft butt on my hard cock, leaned back into my chest for a minute, and then hopped up and walked away looking back over my shoulder as I watched her cute little butt wiggle. It was too bad I was almost foot taller than her four feet or I would have ground my cock against her ass as we stood looking at those pictures where if somebody stares at long enough a shape emerges. She was a skilled flirt though. I had no idea how she learned it, must have been genetic or something. She did not let up on the bus ride home either.

 

Once safely inside the house I picked her up and walked to the bedroom. We were both worked up pretty well by that time. "Now I am going to open my other present."

She just gave me a big smile stood passively next to the bed sensing right away the game I was at. Normally she would be naked faster than I could be. I was about to start on her when I decided to strip quickly before I began. My cock stood erect and she just looked at it and gave a little smile. I stared with her shoes and socks and then to her belt. She shivered when ever I touched her. It was almost like she would explode.

 

Next came her new pants, which I folded up. She even had new panties on, they had a little red bow on the waist. I ran my hands over her silky soft skin of her chest under her shirt and back down drawing goose flesh from her. I pulled her shirt off leaving her in her little girl white under shirt and panties. I could not decide, panties or shirt next. I moved to her and ran my fingers over the skin of her slender shoulders and arms and held her hands. I gave her a soft little kiss on the lips and said, "You're mine my beautiful princess."

"Okay," was her now standard response when I told her she was mine. I did not just tell her when we were making love but at just any time she did something cute that caught me.

 

Getting down on my knees I decided I wanted her panties off next. I slid my hands up her smooth legs and over her soft ass and around to slip my fingers under the elastic of her waist. I started to slowly tug them downward, exposing her pale soft skin of her lower belly then the beginning of her mound and finally the top of her slit. I kissed her mound and continued the downward progress. Her swollen little clit appeared next. It was large on her little pussy. Her clit was about the thickness of a pencil and stuck out of its hood. When she was not aroused it would retreat back to its hood but you could tell where it was even then. I stopped and gave her little button a wet kiss and received a little moan for my efforts. Her panties kind of stuck to her lower lips as I pulled them down, Jane must have been really wet from our earlier teasing. I buried my nose in her folds and inhaled deeply as I fondled her soft globes of her ass.

 

She ran her fingers though my hair and looked down at me like she did not understand why I liked to have my face in her pussy so much but she liked it anyway. I pulled back and stoop up. My sister stood there in her undershirt and smiled at me.

 

Her smile lit her face up. My sister looks incredibly beautiful when she smiled and that was one of her great smiles. Not a little sexy one she gives me when we are playing or she is trying to seduce me, an easy task, but a big smile filled with love and happiness.

 

That smile that day truly touched her whole face, all the way up to her big blue eyes. I just stood there and smiled back at her, she made me feel so good and loved I my face felt like it would split. After a few moments of just standing there mostly naked I felt the overwhelming desire to hold her. Quickly pulling her shirt over her head exposing her flat chest and pale pink nipples with no hint of development, I wrapped her in a bear hug lifting her off her feet and just loved her in that most basic of expressions of love. She wrapped herself around me as tightly as she could and we enjoyed the closeness. I am not sure how long we held each other but it was long enough for Jane to start to feel heavy. I pulled back and kissed her while putting her on the bed. She just lay there with a solemn look on her face.

 

We looked at each other for a few more minutes like that. I stood over her as she lay on the bed. Her slim straight figure with pale flawless skin contrasting nicely with her dark hair never failed to take my breath away. I really did not think about it then, but looking back it amazes me I was so enraptured with her at such a young age and she with me. Finally we both started to grin at each other and the playful mood returned. Jane spread her legs and arched her body off the bed exposing her smooth pussy to me and then sort of wagged it at me like a dog might a tail. She was saying "come and get it," with her body. She flopped back down and giggled at the look on my face.

 

I kneeled on the bed straddling her legs and walked up her body. I had a silly grin on my face, which Jane mirrored. When I reached her head I just sort of shoved my cock into her open mouth. She gave it a couple of good sucks running her tongue along its length before I pulled out and sort flopped down on her laying face to face. My legs were still outside hers and while deeply kissing her I moved them over and between her now outstretched legs. I moved up to rub my cock on her hot hairless sex a few times then slipped it in her wetness.

 

We both groaned as I sunk inside her. It was so tight and hot in her that I was speechless as usual. Jane started the timeless motion of in and out with her little slide and roll when I was buried to the hilt. We really started to move then. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and worked her smooth body firmly against my own. Faster and faster we moved. I grew more forceful and was inching us across the bed with each thrust. Jane was making small moaning sounds in time to my thrusts. So absorbed in our lovemaking I cracked my head on the headboard of the bed and Jane started laughing at me. Of course I did not think it was humorous, but her laughing did some very interesting things to her insides. It spurred me on. Ignoring the bump on my head I soon had my sister grunting and working hard against me as we moved towards orgasm. She reached climax right before me and milked my cum out of me as she made rapid little thrusts with her hips while I held still and spurted deep as I could.

 

I pulled out after calming down and slid back face to face with her putting most of my weight on her, as she liked it. We cuddled and kissed a while before getting up. My cum drained out of her tight little hole and catching it I rubbed it into her hairless lips then cleaned her up with the towel.

 

I did the laundry and Mom never came into our room except only briefly so we did not worry too much about her discovering the leftovers of our incest. Spending so much time on that bed fucking that vacation led me to start putting a towel on the bed to soak up our spending. Jane thought that was a good idea and I was pleased with myself too. Neither one of us liked sleeping in the wet spot that much, but it was worth it.

 

 

End Chapter Nine

 

 

 

Chapter Ten

Economics

 

That winter we started our business that would last and grow until I left home. My sister and I along with two shovels started shoveling snow. It was hard work but the wintertime was a boring time for us. It got dark so early and the cold just ruined most of our play. We sledded and built snow forts but it just was not as much fun. Our next door neighbor, an old lady named Elly, she insisted we call her that, was shoveling her walk one day when we got home from school. I got a shovel and Jane followed me on over.

"Want some help Elly?"

"Oh thank you Brett, you are such a good boy. Hi, Jane."

"Hi Elly."

I started shoveling. Elly was quite small and I was about her size at twelve as small as I was. Her husband had died several years ago. The only reason she shoveled her walk I think was to get to her mailbox.

 

"We could just bring you your mail in when it's snowy Elly," I offered.

"That's nice dear but I would feel all cooped up if I did not get out at least once a day."

Neither one of us was built for shoveling but I had youth on my side and Elly was getting tired. She stopped and leaned her shovel up and took a break as I worked on. Jane looked bored and grabbed Elly's shovel and helped. We quickly worked out a plan. I would go first getting the bulk of the snow and Jane would follow saving me from having to back up and get the bits that fell off the shovel. Jane and I always worked well together, seldom having to verbally work out how we would do anything. It just clicked.

 

"My, you two are really going there. Would you like some hot coca? Come in the house when you finish and I will have some ready for you."

 

We finished up about forty minutes later. Snow is heavy and my arms were on fire by the time I finished. Jane was breathing real hard to. We both had taken our coats off as we worked. After cooling off in the brisk winter air we grabbed our coats we went inside Elly's. She had hot chocolate and cookies ready.

"Thank you, you two. Such good kids." We ate some cookies and had marshmallows in our hot chocolate.

"How is your Mother?"

"Fine," I said. That was my standard response to that question when asked.

"I never see her around."

"She works a lot."

"That's to bad, she needs a man around to help."

I just shrugged at that, we liked Elly but she was always saying something like that. As we were leaving Elly gave us each five dollars.

"I am getting to old to shovel the walk, when it snows like this come on over and see me and you can shovel it for me and I will pay you again."

"Thanks Elly," we replied.

 

It snowed again later that week. As we walked home from school I asked Jane, "Want to shovel Elly's walk again?"

"Okay."

We changed and went over to Elly's. She was glad to see us. "I am glad you two came over. I was hoping you would. Same deal as last time? $5 each and hot coca?"

"Sure. Can Jane use your shovel, our second one is too heavy for her?"

"Go right ahead dear, you can use it all you want, just put it against the garage when you finish with it and come get it anytime." She told Jane. "I talked to the Albertson's and the Greene's and they would pay you to do their walk to if you want."

"Okay thanks Elly."

 

We went outside and got busy and when finished we had our hot chocolate and cookies and went to the Greene's and did their walk. By the time we finished theirs though it was dark and we were exhausted. I rang the Albertson's door and told them we did not have time to do their walk today and if they wanted we would do it the next day. That was just fine with them. We went home and had a hot bath together just relaxing, both to worn out to fuck in the tub. Just idle fondling and caressing.

 

Once we were in bed though Jane played with my cock as she snuggled into my side with an arm and leg thrown over me. I quickly grew hard.

"How come it gets hard Brett?"

"I guess so I can put it in you."

"Yeah, but why do I like it so much?"

"Cause you're a girl, girls like dicks and boys like pussy."

"Do you like my pussy as much as I like your cock?"

"I don't think I could ever like anything more than your pussy, it's my favorite thing in the whole world."

"Me too. Its just so pretty," she said looking at my hard little boy cock. She slid down me and gave my shaft a kiss. Wetly she sucked on it. My sister loved the feel of me and would run her tongue all over trying to feel everywhere at once. I pulled her off my cock and rolled her on her back, her legs parted automatically. Her soft smooth slit was hot to the touch and I ran my fingers over it, teasing her clit. I bent down and gave her clit a kiss and moved into position.

 

My sister grabbed my cock and rubbed it on her clit as I held myself over her. Her touch always excited me and made me feel good. Deciding she was ready for more she pulled it down to her firey hole and sort of pushed it in. I gave her a sharp thrust and I was buried to the hilt. We both just held there enjoying the connection for a while. Soon I could not stay still in her and started thrusting. We moved together well and soon Jane thrust her hips rapidly in orgasm letting out a little moan.

 

She held me still while she came down and I started again. My sister was wetter this time and I could feel some wetness on my balls from my thrusting. My pace quickened and got more forceful. The slapping noises of our coupling filled the room along with the little grunts and moans we did not try to contain. As the tingling got to the breaking point Jane shuddered again in climax and gripped me tightly and I came with her. I rolled off her and cupped her puffy slit in my hand and rubbed as she lay on her back with a far away smile on her face. The super slick smooth feel of her spermy sex was fantastic and I loved it. It then occurred to me that Jane had had two orgasms during sex. That was new.

"Jane, did you get that good feeling twice," I asked? At that point I did not yet know what the proper terms were and was too scared to ask anybody.

"Yeah, it was great. You just kept going and it got better and better until I exploded again."

"I wish I could do it all day. We could just do it for hours and hours, never stopping."

"Yeah but I kind of like playing around before we do it too."

"You just like teasing me is all," I playfully accused her.

"Who me, you tease me."

"You tease me more."

"But I get all mushy and warm when you look at me," she stated in a dreamy little voice as we lay in each other's arms still.

"Okay, we tease each other the same. I get hard and you get mushy, it works great."

"Yeah, it does."

 

That winter we both made about a hundred dollars each. Only one person tried to give us a check and I told them I could not go to a bank to get the money. They realized how a couple kids like us could not run to a bank and they knew our Mom probably would not take us to get cash. Our coffee can in the big bush was filling up nicely. I actually started folding the money up instead of tossing it in.

 

I asked a teacher how you put money in the bank, which lead to a whole lesson on banks, and I found out we needed Mom's help. We did not like that idea. Mom has taken money from us before. That was one of the few times she goes in our room, looking for money. I decided that we needed to keep it inside now. It would get wet sometimes but I had never worried about it before. Now that we had a small fortune, to my eyes, I figured it needed to be kept someplace safer and where Mom would not find it. Our coffee can found a new home in the rafters in the garage. We spent an afternoon counting it and separating it. It was fun we had $389.73. I was shocked and so was Jane. It was the most money we had ever seen. We kept a tally sheet and added to it whenever we got more or took some out. The money made us, or at least me, feel safer somehow.

 

That spring I started mowing yards. Our old mower did not pick up the grass so Jane would start raking it while I mowed and I would help her finish raking when done mowing. It was a good system and we did maybe four yards a week. That summer we picked up two more yards. And In the fall we raked leaves. It was something to do and with the few yards we did we had lots of free time as usual still. We spent many hours on our swing and in the creek. We also made love countless times that summer. My little sister loved her orgasms and loved the feel of me inside her. I am not sure who liked sex more, we were both truly sexual beings and aware.

 

We did start to spend more though, going to movies and for ice cream where we never could before. Mom had no idea really. She knew I mowed a yard or two but nothing regular. I got Jane another pair of earrings and a jewelry box with her initials on the lid for our birthday. She got me a wallet.

Puberty was still taking its time with me. I was still small and skinny but I was starting to grow some pubic hair. Jane noticed it before I did. She was still just a little girl, small and thin with big blue eyes and pretty brown hair.

 

End Chapter Ten

 

 

Chapter Eleven

Crisis

 

 

Joey, or Joe as he liked to be called then, invited me over to his place a one or two times a month still. Jane still came with me when I went over there. I wanted her along, she was fun, and she did not want to stay home by herself.

 

School had started couple weeks ago and we were over at Joe's house for the day and to stay the night. I was thirteen and Jane nine. Mrs. Milikan was more or less resigned to the fact that Jane was not going to have a surrogate mother daughter relationship with her without a fight, but she still tried. She used new tactics. Saying that Jane could not do what we did, not now that we were teenagers. It did not work. Jane just plain refused to acknowledge or give her any authority. If I said it was okay, its was okay regardless of what Mrs. Milikan thought. Joe's brother had left for college and she now focused on us.

 

We were outside just goofing around when a couple of kids, friends of Joe, came over. They were my age even if they were a little bigger than me. Joe was bigger than me too.

"Hey," they greeted us.

"Hey," Joe and I answered back.

I did not like one of them, his name was Dave. He was kind of the full of himself guy that put everybody down. He was popular though. Dave did not give me that much trouble but I disliked him anyway.

"What's the deal with the girl," Dave asked with scorn in his voice.

Joe piped up before I could and said, "that's Brett's sister, she's okay."

"What in the hell is she doing anyway?"

Joe liked Jane, they were friends, but Joe wanted to be with the in crowd.

Joe just said, "dunno."

That was the wrong thing to say. Dave must have took it as a green light to turn on his attitude on Jane.

"Why don't you get lost," he told Jane.

She just ignored him. I really did not want a confrontation with Dave. Being on his shit list was not a good place to be really. Hoping he would drop it if Jane did not aggravate him I kept silent.

"Shouldn't you be inside playing with dolls or something."

"I don't play with dolls."

"Well go inside anyway. Come back when you got tits."

That was about all I would stand for. I fired back at Dave, "shut up Dave. She isn't bothering anybody."

"Who asked you."

"You did, that's my sister."

"So."

"So, leave her alone."

"Fuck you pussy. I will do what I want. Go inside and play dolls with your sister you fag."

"Fuck off."

"Make me you pussy."

"I don't have to. You beat off every night anyway. Probably thinking about your Mom."

Dave jumped up and I stood up too. Jane got out of the way. She looked scared.

"I am gonna kill you asshole."

With that he blustered himself up and pushed me. I had not been in any fights before that but had seen a few. I did however know how to fight.

 

Mr. G. used to box and taught me the basics. He taught us both what to do. How to avoid a fight, when to fight, and how to end it fast as possible. His first rule was avoid it. The second rule was, if you can't avoid it you end it fast. He told us both not to waste any time slinging insults or pushing around or other hot-dogging. We were not roosters to circle each other and pose for the other. Hit them fast and hard.

"Usually," he said, "they will not expect that. If you get nasty and mean and start in right away it intimidates them and gives you the upper hand. Do not let it turn into a wrestling match. Hit them in the nose, nuts, or gut. When they were down you kick them one last time just to let them know how bad an idea it was to mess with you."

With what Mr. G. taught me in mind I punched Dave right on the nose as soon as he pushed me. I did not break it, but it must have hurt like hell. He fell to the ground bleeding, screaming, and crying. I walked up to him and kicked him as hard as I could in the gut. He started throwing up and was a sight to see. I was not scared or nervous from the point he pushed me until I gave him a kick, I felt calm and coldly angry at him and a little excited. After that it got to me and I was upset and scared.

 

Joe and the other guy, Greg, were stunned. Dave was one of the tough guys and I dropped him like he was the wimpiest kid in school. Jane looked like she was about ready to cry and I looked at her and opened my arms. She ran to me for a hug and did start crying. That calmed me immensely. Holding her and the fact she was upset and needed me never failed to calm me down. I said to Joe, "Lets go."

"Yeah," he replied somewhat shocked still.

At Joe's, Mrs. Milikan saw that Jane had been crying and turned on the mother mode. She wanted to know if Jane was hurt and what happened. Joe told her that Jane was fine but that I was in a fight. He told her that Dave had picked on Jane and when I tried to stop him he started a fight and lost. She asked if I was alright and I told her I was and that was the end of that to my surprise. Mrs. Milikan was basicly a good Mom and knew boys well. There was a good reason for the fight, I was alright, and the matter was dropped, almost. She used the fight to say Jane was to young to go around with us. We ignored her.

 

That would have been the end of it if Dave had not gone home and lied to his Mom about what happened. The doorbell rang about thirty minutes later and Dave's Mom was at the door with Dave in tow. Mrs. Milikan invited them in but she stayed on the porch. I was worried.

"Dave told me a boy here visiting Joe attacked him. Where is he."

"He is right here," she motioned to me where I stood holding Jane's hand, and that is not what the boys told me happened."

"Well I want his parents' phone number."

"That's fine but what good do you think that is going to do?"

"He needs to be punished and apologize."

"Dave needs to apologize to his sister. He was picking on that girl there and he stuck up for her. He started the fight and lost."

"That's not what he told me."

"Well that's what these three told me. If you don't believe that go ask Greg, he was there."

"I'll just do that," she huffed and left.

"Don't worry you two, she is like that. We won't hear back from her, don't worry. Anyway, two boys fighting is not the end of the world, it happens all the time. Go in and watch TV or play Nintendo."

We played video games for the next hour or so and Jane snuggled close as she could to me during that time without getting too close. Mrs. Milikan was right, we never heard back from Dave's Mom. Joe's Dad got home from work and heard the news. His only comment was to congratulate me on sticking up for Jane. After dinner we went out for ice-cream.

 

Somehow or another Joe's parents managed to get Joe away from us and scared the hell out of Jane and I. We had just got back from getting ice-cream and were in the kitchen.

Mrs. Milikan started it.

"Brett, Jane. Come sit down please. We are worried about you two. Kids your age should not be on their own so much. I know your Mom has to work but it seems she is gone most of the time. It's not your fault. We feel we have to tell somebody about it for your own good."

I panicked inside. Jane looked like she was about to burst into tears any second.

"Why, we aren't doing anything wrong. We are okay. They will just send us to live with strangers and separate us," I said in tears.

"No they won't, its for the best, really."

"No its not. I know what happens. A kid at school got taken away from her parents and she and her little brother live with different people and she cries all the time. She told me that they are mean and she lives with a couple other kids there and they pick on her," I fired at them angrily.

"I am sure that's not true," Mrs. Milikan stated.

"Yes it is, ask Joe, ask anybody. Ask my teacher."

"Sally, I am not sure this is such a good idea," Mr. Milikan finally said.

"We talked about this and both decided."

Jane's crying made me mad. I was still scared but I got really angry at them. Who were they to decide what was best for us anyway I thought.

 

"If they take us away I will run away, "I stated in a defiant and angry voice and meant every word of it.

Jane, still crying, defiantly said, "And I will too." She was my partner in everything.

"Now Brett and Jane, you won't do that. It will better, you'll see."

I just stared at her defiantly, I was boiling mad. Jane picked up on my feelings quickly and still hiccuping and sniffling gave Mrs. Milikan a dirty look.

Mrs. Milikan started to get angry herself and told us, "Its for your own good."

I stood up and took Jane's hand and walked out of the kitchen.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Home," I replied.

"No you're not."

"You can't stop us," I shot back.

"Brett, please wait. Lets talk. We won't call anybody, just come talk please," Mr. Milikan tried to calm us.

"Why should we believe you, you are just going to get us sent away and then we won't see each other anymore."

"What if you were not split up, what if you could stay together?"

"So, we would still have to go live with some strangers and we probably could not stay together anyway. You can't promise that they wouldn't can you?"

Mrs. Milikan had the decency to look guilty at that. I think she was expecting to get us to live with them or at least Jane I finally concluded.

"We are going home now."

"Let me drive you two at least, its dark and a long walk."

"No, we will be fine," I said and walked out slamming the door then ran.

 

It was along walk home, Mr. Milikan was right. I saw Mr. Milikan's car about ten minutes later and we hid. Our trust was broken and I wanted nothing to do with them anymore. We held hands and walked talking. It took us about a half hour to get to a bus stop. Jane was scared and I was too.

"What are we gonna do Brett?"

I was desperately trying to think of a way out of this. Looking back I am saddened by the fact that I felt that my sister and I were on our own. It simply did not occur to us to go to our Mom for help right away.

"I'm not sure yet, but we need to make sure they do not find out about us. That would ruin it for sure. If they ever ask about anything just tell them that we have hugged and gotten kisses like this," I gave her a brotherly kiss, "for birthdays presents and stuff okay?"

"Okay."

"When they ask about Mom tell them she works a lot but we see her every morning before school and on her days off."

"Okay."

"If they ask about sleeping in the same bed just tell them sometimes when it storms or something and you get scared. I know you can do it. If they do take us away and we aren't together I will see you at school but we need a plan okay?"

"Yeah, are we gonna run away if they take me away from you?"

"I want to, do you?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, here is what we do. You know what buss takes you to the mall right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, we will meet at that stop and then get on a bus and leave and go to Canada. I will get the money and meet you at the mall stop. You know what, when they try to talk to you and I am not with you just don't talk to them much or cry a lot, just don't make anything up other than what I said okay? I promise that we won't be apart for long."

"I won't tell them anything to get us in trouble."

"I know you won't, I trust you."

"Why are they being so mean to us Brett? I don't ever want to see them again."

"I don't know, I wish they would just leave us alone and we won't go over there ever again."

"Do you think they know about me and you, you know, how we love each other?"

"No, they wouldn't let us leave or anything if they did I don't think. I am pretty sure they would freak out and get mad at us if they found out. I would get in a lot more trouble that you though."

"Is it really wrong? I love doing it with you, I don't see why it would be wrong."

"I dunno, I love doing it with you too, I love you and they should leave us alone."

"Oh I love you too. Please don't let them take me away. I want to stay with you."

"I won't. We will be together forever."

"Good," Jane told me and stopped to give me a fierce hug which I returned.

"Hey lets catch the bus and go by Mom's work. She will help us," I said trying to convince myself.

 

End Chapter Eleven

 

Chapter Twelve

Dodging The Bullet With Disappointment

 

Mom was surprised to see us. We very rarely came to her work and that was always planned ahead. She waitressed at an upscale restaurant. She could tell that something was wrong from Jane's puffy eyes and my worried look. I was desperately hoping Mom would fix this even though I really had no idea if she could. We really needed her then. Sitting at table in the back she brought us some sodas and gave us small hugs.

"What's wrong Brett?"

"Mrs. Milikan is gonna call welfare or somebody and get us taken away, she wants Jane and always has."

"What do you mean wants Jane, and why would they take you away."

I told her about the girl at school and she figured it out and I also told her about the way Mrs. Milikan acted and what she said.

"That won't happen, listen if we stick together they won't take you two away. I am not gonna lie to you. They might try if she does call but as long as you don't give them any reason they can't do anything. I know I am not around much but we don't have to tell them that. I have to work all the time and we just can't afford a baby sitter or day care. You two do fine at home and there is nothing wrong with that. A lot better than with some foster parents, that's for sure. You are my kids and you belong at home."

"Yes Mom, will it be alright," Jane asked looking for reassurance.

"Yes Janey, I won't let them take you away."

 

As we drove home Mom told us not to worry. We still worried. Jane and I held each other that night and hoped for the best. The warmth and security we shared in bed that night seemed sweeter than usual. The next morning I was washing our dishes from breakfast when Mom came in. She was up early. With a cup of coffee in her hand she came out to us and asked a few more questions about Mrs. Milikan. We told her all we knew and she seemed satisfied. She did tell us to go warn the G's just in case somebody came and talked to them. Looking back I know why she asked us to tell them. The G's did not really approve of her but she knew they would fight tooth and nail to make sure we did not get taken away.

 

Mr. G was calm but Mrs. G started muttering about the government and how they were not going to take any of her babies away. Their response made us feel good, like we might be okay.

"Don't you worry, we won't help them take you away if they come by here. I will tell the Albertson's and the Greene's too. No sir, they won't get you two. Your Momma may not be home much but she loves you. You take care of each other and we always keep an eye out for you. Just you wait, if I see that Mrs. Milikan I will tell her."

She sort of trailed off after that still muttering. Mr. G. just winked at us.

 

Back home Mom was getting ready for work. She looked at us and smiled. "Don't worry you two. It will be alright. Just make sure you tell them you sleep in your own bed okay Janey? I know you two have slept in the same bed since the second day you were home from the hospital Jane. There is nothing wrong with that. When you get bigger you will have to sleep in separate beds and its okay now but lets not tempt them okay?"

 

We just nodded and gave her hugs as she left saying, "don't let anybody inside if they come by unless there is a policeman with them okay? And call me right away."

 

I was surprised at Mom. It really did sound like she was going to come through for us for a change. She even knew about us sleeping in the same bed and was not mad. Of course she could not have known that we did more than just sleep. I made a mental note to be more careful in the future with our sexual escapades. She was rarely home and did not pay much attention to us when she was but I knew we better start using a little more caution when she was home.

 

Mom made an effort to not notice us. When she did she invariably felt guilty that she spent so little time with us. We pulled farther apart as the years went by and at that time there was an invisible wall between us. Jane and I were too young to do anything about it and she was too depressed or drunk. Mom's drinking and drug use got worse over the years and our distance would grow.

 

It was about two in the afternoon when we heard the knock on the door. I looked out the window and saw a woman standing on the porch and a car in the drive. Looking at Jane I told her, "shhh, we aren't going to answer the door."

 

We moved away from the windows into Mom's room so I could call. I asked for her and when she got on the phone I told her it was just a lady and we did not answer the door. She said good and to call if she came back. The lady knocked a few more times then left. The rest of the day we spent in the backyard goofing around, still nervous.

 

After dinner I did start to get a little horny and as we did dishes I started to steal touches from Jane. She was very receptive, she always was. Jane splashed me laughed. In retaliation I started to tickle her. Giggling madly Jane tried to splash me some more.

 

I have said this before but her laugh should be bottled and sold as an anti-depressant, it was and still is infectious.

 

I bent down and got behind her holding her hips to keep me hidden. As I hid behind her I tickled her sides and belly. Jane always was super ticklish and I knew every spot and how much pressure would cause pleasant laughing and squirming and what would have her overwhelmed. She was still splashing me but I had an ulterior motive, the tickling masked my efforts to get a good grip to de-pant her. Being skinny her pants seldom fit well around the waist if they were the right length and could be slid off. With a firm tug and a twist they were at her ankles with her panties.

 

I kissed each beautiful soft little bun wetly and her splashing and giggling stopped. Now that she was still and focusing on where my mouth and her soft skin met I ran my hands up and down her smooth legs and trailed my tongue up and down the deep cleft of her ass. Soft and perfect, her round little cheeks got a more than their fair amount of attention out of me over the past year.

 

She stepped out of her clothes and turned around and gave me a smoldering look. All the splashing and horsing around got her as wet if not wetter than I was and she looked good. Her hair was disheveled and slightly stringy looking being wet. Sticking to her chest, her shirt was also wet and showed her perfectly flat chest with two little points where her nipples hardened. Grabbing a fistful of hair she pulled me farther down from where I crouched to her puffy smooth lips. She was moist already. I opened up my mouth and gave her what she wanted, what I wanted.

 

Sucking and licking forcefully I gave my sister pleasure. She was holding me to her firmly and looking down at me as I looked up. When she tilted her head back in a moan I pulled her down to the floor with me. Never losing contact with her smooth sex she lay down and I laid between her legs trying to take my clothes off while slurping away. I got my shorts and underwear down my legs and off an ankle. Jane was thrashing about in orgasm and I was trying to hold her still and not lose contact.

 

As her motions slowed and got lazy I just laid there with my face in her crotch softly giving her swollen sex little kisses. I was nicely red and hot and infinitely inviting. She looked down to me, recovered, and said, "more." I just went at her a little more firmly at my order and she said, "no, I want you inside."

 

Crawling up her I stopped for a kiss before moving into position. Jane grabbed my cock and moved it to her opening. Satisfied I was in place she then wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in her. Tight as always she admitted me slowly. We just laid there, Jane held me tightly not wanting me to move yet. When she loosened up her arms and her wonderful pussy, I started to thrust. She rolled and tilted her hips aggressively and I matched my thrusts. It was sort of humorous, I was pushing us across the slick floor of the kitchen with each plunge inside her but she was unaware, lost in a world of pleasure. Little moans escaped her with each stroke and she urged me faster. When her hips started jerking, signaling her peak, I let go and buried to the hilt I just ground into her and came. We both moaned and writhed on the other side of the kitchen floor from where we started.

 

"That was so much fun," Jane told me with her dreamy just fucked voice.

"Yeah, lots of fun sweetheart. I love you," I declared slightly out of breath still.

"Love you too."

She looked around and started to giggle. I had no idea what she was laughing at but I was happy and her laughter got me laughing too. When I calmed down I looked at her like she was crazy but lovable and asked, "What?"

Jane just busted out giggling madly again. This went on for a while. She would calm down and look at me then start laughing again. I sat up and Jane lay there in between my legs, hers over mine, and her smooth slit leaked my cum and she giggled. She gasped when I moved my fingers down to catch my cum as it ran out of her and rub it on her clit.

 

That was not a new thing for us. I would often play with her wet slick sex after we finished. We had no inhibitions from each other. Nothing was too private or personal that the other was not welcome to be a part of.

 

"Now what is so funny," I asked.

Jane took a minute to focus on what I said, her attention was fixed on my fingers and her swollen button.

"You rode me across the room," she said still distracted.

"You give good rides," I teased.

Jane was rolling her hips around following my wandering finger. "You give better rides. I'm too small to ride around," she teased back.

"Maybe piggy-back but not on your back," I said and laughed at my own joke.

"Yeah, I do give better rides than..." she trailed off more interested in what was going on down below.

Both of my hands were at her by then. One had a finger buried and the other hand was working her clit. I picked up the pace and pressure and brought my sister to orgasm again. Her hot little hole fluttered on my finger and she got a little wetter. Jane just lay there limp and I slowly ran my hands over her body, thighs to neck. We carried on a normal conversation as I caressed my sister. I vowed that no matter what happened we would be together and Jane echoed me just as determined.

 

Mom came home right after work that night and we had never been so glad to see her. She even seemed glad to see us and brought ice-cream home. We all sat at the kitchen table and had some. Our conversation was almost normal. Jane and I did not sleep very good that night. Most of the night we spent talking and just holding each other. Some of the time we talked about what we would do if we did get taken away, but mostly we talked about everyday stuff.

 

We both woke with a start. Somebody was at the door knocking. I looked at Jane and she mirrored my look of fear I am sure. We bounced out of bed and dressed. It was midmorning. I did hop in Jane's bed and pulled the covers off and bounced a few times. Mom was at the door when we came out. It was the same lady from yesterday. They were talking, Mom had invited her in.

 

"Jane, Brett, this is Mrs. Wilkerson."

We both mumbled a greeting to her and just looked at her apprehensively.

"As I said I am here on a report of neglect."

"I know, Mrs. Milikan called you guys. She is just making trouble."

"I still need to check it out all the same."

"Well as you can see, my kids are fed, clean, and clothed. You are wasting your time."

"I see, everything appears in order but if you could just answer a few questions and let me look around a bit I will be on my way."

"Go ahead. We just got up, the kids stay up and wait for me in summer a lot and we sleep in."

"That's fine, this won't take long."

She asked all kinds of questions about Mom, her work, our Dads, and stuff like that.

"And who looks after them when you are at work?"

"Brett is old enough to watch his sister and they have the neighbors right across the street who keep an eye out for them."

"And who are they? Will you show me the kids' rooms?"

"The Giovanni's they live across the street. Sure, they share one though, there are only two bedrooms. They have shared it since Jane was born."

Our room was fairly clean. Yesterday's clothes on the floor and unmade beds but clean otherwise.

"They are very close, there are not any kids in the neighborhood so spend a lot of time together."

She complimented a couple pieces of art we brought home from school on the walls asked, "could I have a few minutes with them alone?"

"Go ahead, I'll be in the kitchen."

"You're not going to take us away are you like the did to Sophie are you?" Jane asked.

"Sophie?"

"A girl at school. She says her foster parents hit her and their kids are mean to them," I explained.

"What her last name?"

"Feistings."

"No I am not going to take you away."

She just asked us questions about what we liked to do, did we like staying at home, did we like sharing a room, and other small things. She watched us closely though. After her last question she said, "sorry if you were scared but some parents are bad and my job is to protect the kids. We can't tell who is bad or not until we check on them so that's why I am here. Your Mom is not bad and you are old enough to stay by yourselves when she is at work so nothing is wrong. Why do you think Mrs. Milikan called me?"

"She wants Jane, she always has."

"Really, how so" she asked with a mildly deceptive air of disinterest.

"Ever since Jane was like five Mrs. Milikan was always trying to get her to come over so she could act like she was Jane's Mom. She did not like that Jane wanted to be with me and Joey and not her and would get mad."

"Jane, did she ever do anything that made you feel uncomfortable or funny?"

"She would hug me and make me do stuff with her."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Cooking and boring stuff like that."

"Can't have that now can we?"

"No, that's boring."

"Well I need to be going, I need to talk to your Mom a minute."

Mom and her talked quietly and then she left with good-byes for us all.

 

When the door shut Mom looked at us and said, "its over, nothing to worry about now."

 

We gave her a big hug and Jane cried a little. To be honest I was both relieved and foolishly disappointed at that time. The idea of running away with Jane did sound exciting even if I was clueless of the new problems that would create.

 

Mom got ready for work. She was really good for about a week and we both hoped it would last then slowly slipped into her old pattern of not coming home or coming home drunk. Whatever she did wrong or did not do in the future I would always be grateful she came through for us that time. Jane and I never did go over to Joe's house again. Joe and I slowly drifted apart even at school. We were both so shaken by what happened we both pulled back from any activities outside of school with friends. That both isolated us from friends and bonded us closer together. After having got our hopes up with Mom we even pulled away from her more. It just hurt too much to try. One good thing did come out of the social worker's visit though. Sophie got moved and found new foster parents with her brother. She said they were nice. With a big hug and kiss, which we both blushed at, I had a friend for life when I told her what happened.

 

 

 

End Chapter Twelve

 

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

My Change

 

The summer of 1989, I was just 14 years old and Jane 10. My voice had changed and I had shot up six inches in about six months. Jane was still the small skinny girl she had always been. She was about four foot five and weighed about 65 pounds soaking wet. I was about five foot six and weighed 110 pounds. What little baby fat my sister had though was melting away to a hard little body. My cock grew too, it was an adult one now, not fully grown, but mature. Large enough to stretch Jane but she had plenty of time to get used to it.

 

Mom was dating one of her mean drunk construction workers again. Luckily they spent most of their time at his place or at least not ours. When they would be over they were both drunk or on the way there rapidly. We never caught Mom having sex but we would hear it from down the hall once in a while. Unfortunately when they did spend time at our house it was for several days in a row. Jane and I did our best not to be there during those times. The new guy she had would either totally ignore us, which we preferred, or try to act father-like. That never went over well with us.

 

Jane and I were closer than ever. We played, loved, and worked together. We still spent the majority of time at home or in our quiet neighborhood. My sister and I did not spend every waking moment together. I would help Mr. G. work on his old car, not that I was much help but I learned a lot from him. Jane would spend time over with Elly or Mrs. G. doing girl stuff when she was not getting greasy and dirty with Mr. G and me. She would often go over there when we had an argument. We rarely fought and the G's would comment on that, saying they never saw two people get along so well. I suppose we did. Jane and I were a matched pair.

 

Our arguments were generaly about something stupid or petty and always resolved by the time we went to sleep and most of the time within a few minutes. One of us would say they were sorry and the other would appoligize too and some intense sex soon followed. We really did not have much to fight over. The reasons most kids fight with each other were circumvented by our relationship. For example, taking a sibling's 'seat' on the couch when watching TV was not an issue for us, we shared everything.

 

With my new size I looked more like an adult now and felt more independent. I wanted to go more places now. Whenever I went anywhere though, Jane came with me. Having Jane with me was not unpleasant, I actually did not want to go if she could not come. We just got along that well, she was my best friend. Despite our size and age difference it was a relationship between equals. She really did not need me to take care of her anymore but I did out of habbit and love.

 

Our favorite thing to do was camping. It was cheap and it got us away from home. We just started going out to the river that year. Most of the time Mrs. G. drove us out. We would pack enough food for a few days and a couple of sleep mats along with a net for the bugs and off we went. I had a proper frame pack and carried most of the stuff, Jane just had a day pack with her clothes in it and the first aide kit. She was small but strong and had no problem keeping up with my long legs. Our best, and longest trip was in early August that year. I simply left a note on the fridge saying, "Gone camping be back in a week or two." Thanks to Mr. G. I was a capable outdoorsman and Jane was pretty good herself. That man was the wisest man I knew and perhaps the kindest also.

 

We packed up and got some money and caught the bus and then got another bus that would take us to a town near the park I decided on. Once inside the national forest, after a long walk, I pulled out my maps and guides and we were off. I was not exactly sure what we would find but I figured we would be fine. Jane did not seem to care that I was making this part up as I went along. "I am with you, it doesn't matter," she told me and held my hand as we walked along the road a ways.

Coming across a parking area we ran into a park Ranger. "Hi there, you staying the night?"

"Yes."

"You will need a permit, its five dollars."

"Oh, okay."

He took our money and kind of looked at us. I could tell he was wondering where our parents are. To head off any questions I asked, "What's a good place to camp near the river?"

"Well, you can go off over there," he said pointing to a campsite nearby, "or if you are more adventurous you can go down river about three miles to another clearing and camp there."

"Okay thanks."

"Where are your parents?"

"Oh, they will meet us here later, we like being on our own."

"Well okay, be careful with your fires."

"Bye and thanks."

 

We headed off down the trail to the river and got out our inner tubes. It was afternoon already and I wanted to get a move on incase that ranger got nosey. I pumped them up and looking around and seeing we were alone we stripped and put on our swimsuits. I wore a baggy pair of shorts and Jane had a simple one piece. I thought she looked good in it. She was a beautiful girl. I knew every inch of her body but there is something very appealing about the little bits of skin you see when a girl's suit rides up or slips from its proper place.

 

Our stuff was in plastic bags inside of our packs and the mats floated. I tied Jane's bag to mine and wrapped the mats around them and they trailed along behind me in the water on a small tube. We hopped in and set off. Jane was excited now and her mood was getting to me too. Splashing and holding hands when we floated near each other we lazily went down the river.

"This is fun Brett, I want to stay here all summer!"

"Me too, we can stay a week or so though. We don't have enough food for longer."

We saw a family in a raft on the shore in the late afternoon, they were at the campsite the ranger talked about. I didn't want to stop. "Lets just keep going."

"Okay."

 

As we got closer we could hear the Dad yelling at some bratty looking kids. That sealed it, we floated on. I was not worried about finding a place to sleep. All we needed was enough room to lay our sleeping bag out. About half an hour later we were getting hungry and decided to stop. We hauled our tubes with us in search of a place to camp. Finding a little clearing we stopped about thirty yards off the river and set up camp. I dug a hole for the fire and we collected some wood. Dinner was a big can of soup heated over the fire. When the sun set it started to cool off fast and the fire felt good.

 

That night as we lay together in our sleeping bag naked with the net tented over us. Jane was on my chest as was routine then. I had grown so much she fit nicely there and was able to easily get my hands on all my favorite places. Her soft smooth skin called to me constantly. We both craved contact and would sit or lay next to each other touching constantly.

"Brett?"

"Hmm?"

"Are we still going to get married when we grow up?"

"Don't you want to?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if you did."

"Of course I do. We promised remember?"

"Good." She squeezed me tight.

"What's wrong princess," I asked. I still called her that from that Halloween I asked her to marry me ocasionaly.

"I dunno."

"You can tell me, you're mine and I love you forever."

"I am never gonna grow up," she said with misery in her voice.

"Sure you will."

"But I am the smallest in my class and don't have any boobies and the other girls do."

"You will, look at me, I was the smallest in my class and now when I get to school I might be the biggest."

"Yeah and all the girls with their bodies will want you and you will like them better than me," she sobbed.

"Never. You are my princess. I like you better than any of those other girls. They are just silly girls, I could never like one more than you."

"But I am just a girl too!"

"No you're not! You are my best friend. I love you, I love you, I love you," I kept repeating, "I love you," over and over again until she calmed down. I was heartbroken, she must have been worrying about this all summer long. My sudden growth spurt must have made her realize how different we were at that point, perhaps the most since she was an infant. I made a mental note about looking at any girls around Jane, not that I was tempted but being male I liked to look. She was my best friend, always had been. Her age and her physical maturity were irrelevant in my mind.

"Jane, I promise you that you will be my girl. I will marry you when we grow up and I will always love you. Have I ever broke a promise to you?"

"No, I promise I will marry you too and love you forever and ever and I will never like any other boy but you!"

"Good because you know what?"

"What?"

"You're mine."

"Are you mine too?"

"Yes, forever and ever."

"Do you wanna?"

That was one of Jane's way of starting sex, all she had to do though really was look at me a certain way or hold herself just so and I knew what she wanted. We could read each other so well by then that a look, gesture, or posture conveyed volumes.

 

I just pulled her up to give her a deep kiss, wrestling with her active tongue. We kissed passionately and I ran my hands all along her back, down to her firm little ass and over her legs. Back and forth caressing and lightly scratching. I rolled her over and unzipped the bag to have easier access to her body. I looked down at my little lover. Her body was soft and seemed to glow in the moonlight. Such beauty always took my breath away.

 

She was still boyishly straight but every inch was pure girl. Her perfectly flat chest and pale pink nipple stood erect in the cool air, her taught belly sloped down from her ribs to rise again at her mound. Soft and puffy, her little slit, and it was a small pussy, was showing signs of arousal. Her clit was making its way out of her folds. I bent down and sharply inhaled her scent. Finally I could not stand it anymore and I placed my whole mouth on her slit, covering her pussy top to bottom, and sucked and licked. Her soft hairless lips felt exquisite on my lips and tongue.

 

I probed deeply into her with my tongue and worked her to a feverish pitch and pulled back. I laid my rock hard cock on her mound. Her plump little vaginal lips were fully engorged and an angry red, and my cock looked like a big hot dog sliding up and down in a little bun. I could feel the heat from her molten little hole sliding along the underside of my stiff prick. Due to our size and weight difference I really could not be on top anymore. Plus I liked to watch her ride me. I scooped down and picked her up in my arms, hugging her flushed little body to me. Turning around I lay back down with her on top. My sister knew just what to do. She scooted back and pressed her puffy little slit to the under side of my cock and slid it around. The feelings we intense but we both needed penetration. She had one hand firmly around the base and the other on my chest supporting herself. My cock, slippery from our combined juices, was poised at the entrance to her firey little hole just teasing entrance. "I love you," she told me as she eased back slowly impaling herself on me.

 

After all this time it amazed me that her vagina admitted me so reluctantly. The head of my cock popped in with a little snap of her hole and she froze. Looking down I saw the tip of my cock swallowed by her bare little sex and groaned. She had a look in intense inner concentration on her face, eyes closed and forehead furrowed and biting her lower lip.

 

Resting a moment she relaxed and her face broke into a smile. Opening her eyes she looked at me with love and lowered herself down a little more. Rising back up until I almost popped out of her she repeated the process and getting more inside her. Up and down, retreat advance until I was at the end of her tunnel. Her lower lips were tightly stretched around my cock, her little clit looked huge like that, being forced out of its hood with her slit so stretched. Some of my cock would not fit in her at that age but the heat and tightness more than compensated.

"I can't wait until I can get it all the way inside me again like we used to."

"I like this just fine."

We proceeded to fuck, or rather my sister fucked me. She moved her hips up and down and gave them her little roll on the downward trip. Her sex seemed reluctant to let my cock withdraw, grasping my shaft. With her slit stretched so tight she had not problem dragging her clit along the length of my cock and did not need to mash it on my pubic bone anymore. Jane rode me slowly and as deeply as she could pausing when I was deep inside. We had all the passion and intensity of youth along with the confidence and security many old couples never have. It was natural to us, we were growing up sexualy active. We both loved sex.

 

I had my hands on Jane's waist and would slide them up to her chest and back down in a primal need to have all of her. Jane was just as active whenever I was on the top but when she rode me her attention was solely on my cock and her pussy. As her pace quickened her eyes would spend more time closed until she climaxed. I can not remember a time when her eyes would not pop open and seek mine when she orgasmed. Being a guy and a visual creature my eyes almost never closed. Finally Jane quivered in ecstasy and I groaned and shot her full of my potent cum. It was too much and started flowing out of her down into my pubic hair. Jane stopped moving right after because she knew I was to sensitive. We shared caressed and smiles as we calmed down.

 

Soon as she felt me starting to soften she would start up and again and I would reharden almost instantly. This was her turn. She would ride up and down for thirty minutes or more now, my initial lust slacked, and could cum half a dozen times. She would just slow down and sort of rolled her hips slowly after she came and them pick uip the pace again. After she rested from her last orgasm I knew this would be it for me. I felt the tingling of my last for the night coming. Jane could read me well enough that she saw it coming to and moved franticly to join me. We peaked and I spurted deep inside her pulsing hole. Collapsing on my chest Jane murmured, "so good, love you."

"Me too, my love, me too."

 

That next morning when I woke up I was laying on my stomach and Jane was on my back. She must have woke up earlier and crawled on top of me. I just lay there enjoying the feel of her on me until she woke up. We were sticky from last night and needed to get cleaned up.

"Come on sleepy head. Lets go jump in the river and wash."

"Don't wanna get up."

I gathered up our soap and our towel along with some clothes and threw them in her day pack and simply reached down and picked her up and carried her to the rivers edge. I looked around to make sure we were alone and waded in carrying my little lover pressed to my chest. The water felt cool almost cold this early in the morning and Jane promptly woke up when she got wet.

She squealed, "its too cold!" and tried to climb higher on me to get out of the water.

"It feels good. I will give you a suck if you wash up," I bribed her playfuly. That got her attention. She grinned and let go of me to submerge herself. Washing herself quickly she swam over to me and with a devilish grin threw her legs over my shoulders where I was relaxing in the water. She moved around, adjusting, until she got her bare little slit right in front of my mouth, grinning like a maniac the whole time.

 

"Pay up!" She trust her hot little sex against my mouth. I worshiped her center as the devout should. I licked up the middle and sucked on her clit. Moving back down I softly chewed on her hairless little lips and probed her hole deeply. Covering her whole slit with my mouth I sucked hard and flicked my tongue on her clit and brought her off. Relaxing she floated on her back, her legs over my shoulders and her sex in front of my eyes. This was heaven. As much as I wanted to stay like this I knew we better move it, that would not do at all to be discovered in such a position. I washed quickly and waded out, my hard cock bouncing in front of me. Jane had dressed at this point and was waiting for me.

"Want a suck brother?"

"It's only fair."

"Come on then."

 

She grabbed my cock and lead me back to the campsite by it. It was not the first time she literally lead me by my cock. At the camp she dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her little hands around it. With both fists around it there was room for a third of her hands to cover it. She kind of inspected it moving it all around and then wrapped her lips around it a swirled her tongue on the head. I groaned. If I worshipped her earlier as the devout earlier she was the high priestess of my cock. Jane just simply liked my cock. She told me she loved how it looked, its feel, the taste, everything about it was as beautiful to her as she was to me. It did not take long for me to reach my peak. Jane pulled back and swallowed every pulse and gave me a final suck to get the last drop. After catching my breath I reached down and picked her up, necessary for us to be face to face when I was standing, and kissed her to show my thanks, tasting myself on her lips.

 

End Chapter Thirteen

 

 

 

Chapter Fourteen

The Trade

 

We had some broken pop tarts for breakfast and sat around deciding what to do next.

"Do you want to float on the river or go explore today?"

"I dunno."

"How about we hike around and if we get bored we can just head back to the river?"

"Okay."

I let the air out of the tubes and packed them. Refilling our canteen with the water I put the purification tablets in yesterday we set off.

 

This was a mountainous area with pine trees and scrub. Angling of from the river we came across a stream feeding into the river. Mr. G. told me that if you followed water you can always find your way back and the trail is usually better. Off we went.

"You take the lead Jane, you decide where we go, just follow the stream until we see something better."

"Okay," she replied with enthusiasm, she likes to be in front and take the lead when she knows that I am right there to support her.

"Plus I can watch your butt wiggle when you walk," I teased.

She stuck it out at me and shook it at me saying, "want me to take my shorts off so you can see better?"

"Hmm, good idea but it would hurt pretty bad to get a sunburn there, then again I could rub lotion on it to make you feel better..."

She stuck her tongue out at me and walked off acting like she was offended.

"Aw, you love it when I rub your butt, don't play hard to get. After all that's my butt, you gave it to me remember?"

"We share it, it's still mine too."

"Yeah, but I like it more than you do I think."

"So does that mean your dick is mine, you gave it to me and I like it more than you do."

"Even when it's soft?"

"Yeah."

"Deal, and I get your pussy to."

"Okay and I get your hands and lips."

"Lets just trade, I get all of you and you get all of me."

"Okay."

"So how is this gonna work? Don't think we would want to switch bodies even if we could."

"Nah, we just say 'TRADE' and the other has to let you do what you want."

"Okay, so we just say 'TRADE' then?"

"Yup."

"TRADE!"

Jane stopped and looked at me like I was crazy but she had a big smile and almost laughing at me. I bent down and gave her a kiss to curl her toes and grabbed her firm little ass and rubbed, slipping my hands down her shorts and panties to tease her pussy. Standing back up and letting go of my sister I asked, "Is there a limit on our trade?"

"Nope."

"TRADE!"

I picked Jane up and set her down on her back. I pulled her shorts and panties off slowly watching her bare slit and clit wink at me. With her shorts bunched at her ankles I pressed her thighs open and gave her a long lick from her asshole to her clit.

"I love you," I told her.

Sucking, nibbling, and tasting I brought my sister to orgasm. Pulling her pants back up I said, "I'm done for now, lets get moving."

She just lay there with a blissful expression on her face and her eyes closed.

"Come on love, get up before I drop your shorts again and have another taste."

She just started pushing them back down with a naughty grin on her face. I could not resist, I would never be able to resist her. Pulling our isomats out of the back I laid them down and pulled my own shorts and underwear off. On my back, my cock standing tall I waited for Jane to get her boots off so she can 'go for a ride' as she called it. She must have been real horny, she only got one boot off and her shorts still hung on her other ankle when she swung her leg over me.

 

Mashing my cock down against my belly she ran her slit up and down the underside of my cock. The heat and wetness was driving me wild. She pulled her magic and slid forward a little extra and tilted her hips so the back thrust impaled her hot little hole on my cock. As usual she had to pause after the initial penetration with my head just inside her. Somehow she just sort of relaxes and the vice like grip on my cock eases up enough to let it complete its journey. Buried as far as possible in my sister's body we just sat and looked into each other's eyes.

"I wish we could just stay like this all day," I told her.

"Me too."

"One day we will be in our own house and can do whatever we want."

"I want to be naked all day."

"I want a big bed."

"And a swimming pool."

"We will move away and never come back. Just me and you."

"Can we go see the ocean?"

"We could even live by the ocean if we wanted."

"I kind of like the snow though."

"We can just go visit the ocean then or visit the snow. We don't have to make up our minds now."

"When are we going?"

"I dunno, maybe when I am eighteen? I am sure Mom wouldn't care."

"Can we really?"

"I want to try."

"Goody, then we can get married."

"Probably have to wait until you are eighteen too."

"Oh, okay. Then we get married?"

"If you still want to then."

"I will."

"I will get you a ring when we leave home."

"You will?!"

"Sure."

"And I want a white dress when we get married."

"I hope you don't want to go to a church."

"Nah, we can do it by the ocean! Like in that movie!"

"Okay."

We started rocking during our conversation and it got to hard to talk anymore. Jane worked herself to climax, her tunnel clasping me strongly. She resumed thrusting and wiggling her hips with little rolls. Her clit stood out proudly with her little slit stretched so tightly.

 

Oh how wonderful she felt on me. The slick heat and the sight of her was arousing me to a fevered pitch. My sister knew how to turn me on, almost like it was instinctual and I am sure part of it was. We just were made for each other.

 

Getting erratic Jane was reaching her peak again, this time taking me with her. I spurted deep inside her, my cock throbbing with each pulse of my cum. This almost always got her, she loved the feeling of me throbbing in her, she was stretched so tight she said that she could feel every pulse go in her.

 

Exhausted she collapsed on me, still intimately connected, and panted. After we cooled down some she asked, "Jody told me that you can't marry your brother."

"What did you tell her?" I asked getting a little concerned.

"Nothing really, we were just talking about who we wanted to marry when we grew up and I asked her if she would marry her brother and she said that you can't."

"Don't worry, we have different Dads so we have different names. We will be able to do it."

She hugged me tightly in relief.

"Jane, make me a promise?"

"What?"

"Please tell me when something is worrying you. I promise I will never ever get mad at you or laugh at you. I will try to help. Okay?"

"I promise."

"Give me a kiss and lets get you cleaned up. When my stuff runs out of you it will make your panties yucky after a couple days."

"I like your stuff in me and down there."

"Not at the end of the day when you are all hot and sweaty."

"Okay, will you wash me?"

Laughing I replied, "you know I love to wash your little pussy."

"I know, I like it when you do, even when I was little I liked you touching me on my pussy."

 

I just gave her a kiss and sat up laying her between my legs and took off her other boot and shorts.

Moving her to stand in the stream I told her, "Okay, squeeze it out," with a grin.

She gave me one of her naughty grins and a big gray dollop of my cum dropped out of her puffy bare sex into the water. When the next came out she caught it in her hand and with a devilish look on her face licked it off her hand.

"Yummy," she said.

 

That's all it took, I was hard as a rock again. I grabbed her and squealing I moved us over to the mats and lay on my back and lowered how on my hard cock. Jane loved it when I took her. It was even more fun when I could put her on her back and thrust in her covering her completely. Now though, she needed to be on top. Jane reached down to steady my cock and I set her on my hardness. Her hot hole was still super slick from my last load of cum I put there and she slid right on me like a skin tight super hot silky fleshy glove. Reaching the end of her, my head bumping her cervix, we groaned.

"You feel so good in me Brett."

"You too."

We were both worked up and this fuck did not last long. I filled my sister to over flowing with cum and she continued to ride me churning it into a frothy mess before collapsing on my chest again.

"I just can't get enough of you, you drive me crazy."

"Good," she murmured into my chest. "I like to listen to your heart. It goes so fast then slows down."

"Want to try to get cleaned up again?"

"Lets just stay right here."

"Okay, you're the boss." I pulled a shirt out of my bag and covered her soft little buns to keep them from getting roasted and we lay there and enjoying our closeness eventually taking a nap.

 

End Chapter Fourteen

 

 

Chapter Fifteen

The European Connection

 

We woke up hungry and had some granola bars for lunch and did get cleaned up in the stream. I washed my sister's hairless little pussy thoroughly, to a small climax even. Jane decided she wanted to move on after all. She was not fickle or anything, just ten years old. Off we went, further into the wild. We did not have anymore serious talks, just our typical chatter. What we would have done in books we read, places we wanted to go, if anybody has ever walked where we were walking were the kind of things we talked about.

 

For two more days we followed that stream off and on. I figured it was time to turn around and Jane lead the way back. We were not quite brave enough to take a different route back though. We did not see another soul from the point we left the river. Our days were filled with exploring and we made love whenever the mood struck us. As horny as we were that was several times a day. I was even getting a bit of an all over tan we were naked so much, my sister had to keep plenty of sun-block on, she just burned and peeled. It was duty I truly enjoyed. My sister slick and naked, I was in heaven.

 

Upon reaching the river we aired up our tubes and floated for a day. A couple rafts passed us and waved in greeting or called out. Spending another night on the river we decided that we would stop at the next place we saw that looked like it lead to a developed area. As we floated we bumped into a young couple from Denmark. They were college students on vacation and were real friendly. We floated along with them talking hanging onto the side of their canoe. They both had heavy accents but spoke English excellently.

"How long you been here?" Henry, as he insisted we call him, eventually asked.

"This is our seventh day."

"Are there not rapids back that far up the river?"

"We went exploring out of bounds," I grinned at him.

"Ah, that's good, we should do that," he laughed.

"We are about out of food is why we came down."

"Ah yes, your girlfriend could not carry much, yes?"

I was about to correct him when I realized he did not sound upset at all. Maybe Jane only being ten was no big deal there or something. "Yes, and we had to take the bus to get here, I am not old enough to drive yet."

"Yes, you come here before?"

"No, our first time, this has been our longest trip yet."

"This is our last day here too, we are going to California to see the giant redwoods."

"Wow, Jane I want to see those someday."

"Would you like to come with us?"

"Yes, come with us," added Helen, "we have a van."

"That sounds nice but I am not sure we have enough for a bus ride back. We live here in Idaho."

"That is problem, we then go to see the desert."

"We could use a ride into the nearest town though."

"Yes, we will give you lift. We leave today when we get to landing area."

"Thanks."

"How long you two been together," Helen asked.

"Since we were little," Jane answered.

"Childhood sweet hearts who are still children yes," she asked teasingly.

"Yeah," Jane said blushing.

Helen laughed out loud at Jane's blush, "Henry and I were childhood sweethearts too. Now we are married."

"Brett is gonna marry me when I am old enough."

"Yes, that is great, how long you been engaged?"

"Two years," Jane said shyly.

"Two years," Henry questioned showing his surprise.

"Wow, that is young love," Helen commented, "engaged at eight years old. I think it's romantic. We met when we were thirteen and virgins. Henry was my first lover."

Jane turned bright red at that.

"You are lovers yes?"

Jane's blush moved to her chest and shoulders.

"You are careful yes, you are small and could hurt yourself, make it so you can not have children."

Jane looked a little upset at that, I was worried too.

"You do not penetrate to deep do you? Past her barrier deep inside?"

"No, we stop when we feel the bottom. I was not a problem until I got big this year."

"Good, you are a gentle lover? You love her and stop when it hurts. It would hurt her a lot if you went too hard too deep, she is still a little girl down there I bet."

Somehow or another it did not seem wrong and we were not scared to talk to them about our sex life. Something about them made it easy, perhaps we both knew we would not see them again and that made it easier. All I know is that Jane and I really needed to talk to somebody about our sex life. We both wanted validation from some outside source. Jane really took to Helen. She had a head full of questions that I did not have the answer to.

"I get on top now because he is so big. When will I be big enough to get him all the way inside?"

"Your mother doesn't tell you?"

"She doesn't know about it. She would kill us."

"Yes, Americans are repressed about sex. It's a shame. You should be developed enough when you are 13 or so. You never bleed or hurt bad after sex?"

"The first time she bled a little and I don't think she ever hurt bad, we get sore when we do it a lot though."

"Us too," Helen giggled and Henry blushed a little.

"I never hurt, just sore like Brett said sometimes."

"That is good, Brett must be a gentle lover. You are lucky, most girls don't have good lovers. Do you orgasm, when did you start to feel orgasms?"

"Yes, lots of times! I dunno, when I was eight."

"EIGHT!?" They both exclaimed in unison.

"Yeah," Jane said getting nervous.

"You lucky girl, Brett where were you when I was little? You should have gave Henry lessons when we were young," she laughed.

Henry put on a hurt expression and Helen laughed more. "Relax my love, you are a wonderful lover but being able to give an eight year old an orgasm is incredible!"

That comment swelled my head with pride some but it was mostly Jane. She was a sensual little girl. I never felt I was some super lover or anything, I was merely Jane's super lover like she was mine. Jane just drove me to distraction and we simply could not stop ourselves.

"You two have something special like we do, you are lucky like us, don't let it get away," Henry advised us.

"We won't," we promised.

We chatted about Idaho and America and Denmark as we floated. Jane and I held hands most of the time.

When we reached the landing area we packed our tubes up. Henry and Helen had an old VW minibus. Jane and I walked to the restrooms together and had a chance to talk.

"Do you like them?"

"Yeah, its nice we can be together in front of somebody else," she replied.

"I know," wrapping my arm around her, "Want to go with them to California? We could just leave Mom another note, get some clothes and money and go."

"Okay."

 

As we rode down the highway I told Helen and Henry that we would figured out a way to go if they still wanted us to.

"Yes, come with us."

"Okay, if we stop by my house I can get money for a bus ticket back."

"We need to stop at Jane's house yes?"

"No, her Mom knows she will be gone still and if she goes back her Mom may make her stay."

"I see, then we go by your house then and off to California."

I showed them the way once we got in town and we stopped outside our house. They just waited in the van while Jane and I ran inside.

"Swap our clothes out and get a little more while I write another note and get some money." My note said 'Came home, got more clothes and went back camping. Be home in a week or so.' We went back to the van and hopped in.

"All ready," Jane stated.

 

That evening we decided to get a motel room so we could shower. We chipped in ten dollars and slept on the floor. They took showers separately but Jane and I went in together. I washed her hair. It just hit me then, Jane had never washed her hair herself. I was sort of shocked and pleasantly surprised. We did not linger long, just washed and groped each other a bit and got out. Jane came out wearing a t-shirt of mine and I wore boxers. We laid down on our mats and sleeping bag and said our good nights. It was not long before we heard them kissing and moving around on their bed.

 

I followed suit, rolling Jane off me and on her back I leaned over her and started loving her. Removing her shirt I started my way down her body, trailing kisses. The room was pitch black and I was going by feel alone. I knew Jane's body better than my own and finally settled between her legs. My sister tilted her hips, offering herself to me. I ran my lips softly over her smooth slit, inhaling her faint scent. I never noticed before but when I worship her little pussy we make noise. My sucking and licking noises and her moans. We heard giggling from the bed and I stopped.

"Don't stop, it is very exciting to listen," Helen said in a husky voice.

Similar sucking sounds started from the bed and a faint moaning. I went right back to where I left off at that point and gently sucked and licked on my sisters hairless sex. Her scent was getting stronger and she was getting real wet, I knew she would cum soon. Being in total darkness I focused on her fragrance and feel more. It was an eye or nose opening experience. Jane stiffened and let out a moan then went limp.

 

I got up and went the bathroom and got the towel we used earlier and crawled over to Jane. I gave her a big lick from her little ass to her clit and trailed my lips up to her mouth which I kissed. I rolled onto my back and moved Jane over me. She lay on my chest and we kissed deeply as she rubbed her slick little slit on my belly and I grabbed her ass and tickled the base of her pussy. Gently I pushed her down my until my cock was bumping her little hole. Wiggling her hips the head popped in and Jane paused to adjust. Her hole always gripped me very tightly when I first went inside her. Loosening up a little she started moving back slowly. I had my fingers rubbing all around her hot little slit, feeling the smooth stretched lips surround my shaft. Slowly she swallowed me, my shaft sliding past her lips.

 

I felt the now familiar end of her passage. After our talk that day I was a little more aware of it now. We both sort of moaned at the end of the journey. Jane just lay on my chest as she always does, enjoying the feel of our intimate connection. It did not sound like Helen climaxed but there was a rhythmic squeaking from the bed now. I sort of moved Jane a little on my cock holding her firm little cheeks. She started rolling her hips while I moved her on my cock, her head resting on my chest still. I knew she was listening to my heart. My cock eased in and out of her silky smooth tightness.

 

Jane jerked and spasmed around me in orgasm and gave a high pitched moan and I let her rest a minute before starting to move her on my cock again. Most of the time my sister is much more active in our fucking but sometimes she just likes to be controlled.

 

She later told me that she was super horny but the other two in the room made her self conscious and that she wanted me to take charge. I was happy to have her anyway she wanted.

 

Working her on my cock and her little wiggles and rolls soon had me ready to cum. She dragged her clit along my shaft to join me and we came together. Her little slit pulsing and milking my cum deep inside her. We both cried out at the release and just lay there exhausted listening to Helen and Henry continue on the bed until they to peaked quickly.

 

I stayed semi erect, buried inside my sister, listening to them. Still horny I was rubbing her back and fondling her soft globes. She just lay there not responding. I got sneaky and moved my fingers down to her crack. Getting my finger tips slick I ran them around her pussy and her asshole.

 

Jane's ass is very sensitive and rubbing her there never fails to get her going again. Sometimes its like flipping the switch on high and I just hang on for the ride. This time was no different. Her narrow little hips started rotating and she screwed her tight little hole on and back off my shaft as rapidly as she could. She would bump the head of my cock on her cervix and let out a little grunt. Faster she went, her face still pressed to my chest listening to my heart.

 

Her motions would get erratic when she came and soon her pace slowed. Even I was getting tired and I just laid there making small thrusts up. As she slowed she got more forceful. A big one was coming and I got excited and wanted to go with her. I grabbed her ass hard and held her still and spurted as deeply inside her as I could and she went into convulsions. Her pussy fluttered on my cock and she let out a wailing moan and sort of passed out. Jane woke up just as I was dozing off and mumbled, "love you," and went back to sleep.

 

I laid there thinking about what Helen had said on the river about Jane and I being special and I all of a sudden got it. What we had was rare and special and a once in a lifetime thing. I vowed to myself silently that I would do whatever it took to keep us together. The idea of us not spending the rest of our lives together was not something I could imagine. I just fervently hoped Jane would continue to feel the same way.

 

That next morning Henry and Helen moving around woke me up. My sister was still laying on me cuddled to my side with an arm and leg thrown over me.

"Good morning."

"Morning."

"Ready to get going?"

"Um, in ten minutes?"

"Sure."

I gave Jane's ass a firm squeeze to wake her up. "Come on sleepy head we need to get cleaned up so we can go."

I reached over and handed Jane's night shirt to her and I pulled on my shorts. I hopped up and pulled Jane up and dragged her into the bathroom with me. She was still sleepy. I sat her on the toilet and started a shower. In the shower I washed her, waking her up, and she washed me.

"I am gonna get you for doing that to me last night," she told me with a smile.

Laughing I picked her up and gave her a kiss. "You loved it."

"I love you."

"I love you."

I went out and got some clothes and brought them back in and we hurriedly dressed. Helen and Henry were packed and waiting, we gathered our stuff and headed out to their van.

In the van Helen asked, "We were little busy last night to get much sleep yes?"

We blushed and just nodded. They both just laughed out loud at our embarrassment. Laughing she said, "But we quit after one time, I heard Jane over and over again. You are a very sexy girl Jane."

Jane just turned a little more red and looked at her lap. I pulled her to me and said, "Yes, I think she is the sexiest girl in the world." Jane just hid her face in my chest.

I whispered in her ear, "Give me a kiss."

That got her out of her shell a little and she laid a kiss on me to curl my toes.

"Good girl, do not be embarrassed. Love your lover," Helen said.

"I like it when she blushes though," I stated. That got a little fist in my ribs. I just grabbed her and gave her another kiss and whispered in her ear, "You're mine."

"Okay."

"Let me braid up your hair," I said aloud.

Jane turned her back to me. I gave her a little kiss on the nape of her neck and gave her a french braid, my favorite.

"We can get fast food for breakfast then stop for groceries for the trip. Cheaper that way," Henry offered.

Going through the drive through we ate in the van and stopped by the grocery store and headed out again. My sister and I have never been very far from our home town, that was the farthest we had been. Their van was older and the old vinyl seats were cracking some and we sat on towels. With no air conditioning the windows were rolled down and we traveled in silence most of the morning. Stopping for our first break at a rest stop Jane and I ran around some to stretch out. Henry invited me to sit up front when we were ready to go. I looked at Jane but she was gabbing with Helen so I figured why not.

 

I learned that Helen and him grew up in the same neighborhood and that they each had an older sister. He was going to study business and she wanted to be a doctor. They had been in the states for about a month and she had family in Colorado, an uncle that moved here ten years ago. He asked about my family, I told him I lived with my Mom, who worked a lot, and younger sister and that I had not seen or heard from my Dad in ten years.

 

I did not volunteer any details about my sister for obvious reasons. He wanted to know how I met Jane, this kind of made me nervous, I told him I did not remember and that I had known her for a long time, before she was my girlfriend. That was not even close to true, even the part about not remembering meeting Jane, I clearly remember the day she came home from the hospital in her pink blanket.

 

We spent the rest of the morning talking, he told me stories from when he was a kid. I really could not tell him many of mine without editing them, they all involved Jane. Half way through a story I would have to leave a part out or gloss over something or risk giving our secret away. I did discover something though as I tried to come up with some interesting things to tell him. It was very a profound discovery for a fourteen year old, maybe for anybody. Every really good or interesting thing that had ever happened to me involved Jane in some way. Henry thankfully just went on as I pondered this revelation. Jane was chatting away in the back seat with Helen. I hoped she did not give our secret away.

 

At lunch we stopped on a little road off the highway, we were not on the interstate. It getting kind of hot out. We just relaxed and fixed some sandwiches. Back on the road Jane and I sat in the back again. I asked Jane what they talked about and she said stuff. I just looked at her and she told me Helen asked about her family and what she liked to do and stuff like that. She said that she had a older brother and that she lived with her Mom and that was about it. They also talked about boys and sex. I told her I was just wondering and that its her secret too but that I would never tell anybody without asking her first. She promised the same. After a while the road lulled me to sleep and I leaned against the window and Jane leaned against me.

 

End Chapter Fifteen

 

 

Chapter Sixteen

Bargaining

 

I woke up as the van slowed down. It was time for another stretch of the legs. Gently tickling Jane awake on her cheek I gave her a kiss. She smiled at me and asked if we were there yet. I laughed and said, "Pee break." We hopped out and did our business. We were in Nevada and it was the high desert. Henry told me we would camp at a national forest tonight. He said we should be there by five. They switched drivers and we arrived at where we wanted to camp in about two and half more hours. Once there and after setting up camp, we simply dropped our bags, Jane and I went off exploring while they set up a small tent.

 

We followed the stream up for about a mile or more. I was leading the way and had a purpose, I had not had sex since last night and was horny. Finding a likely spot I stopped and looked at Jane. She could tell right away what I was thinking. I just started to strip while she watched. Once naked and erect I looked inquiringly at Jane.

"Well?"

"Hmm, what will you give me?"

"Anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Yeah."

"Lick my butt, even my hole."

"Done."

"Starting with my toes."

"Deal. Can I unwrap you?" Yes I thought she was my present.

"Yes."

I grabbed her and picked her up holding her up by her soft little ass and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hung on. Setting her down I laid her on my clothes and started to strip her. I took her shirt off first, giving her pale pink nipples a suck on her flat chest. I trailed kisses down to her wait and slowly took her short and panties off trailed the kisses down her left narrow hip. I slipped her shoes and socks off and kissed her feet. I even sucked on her toes, which drove her wild. She had perfect skin, soft, smooth, and pale and without blemish.

 

I twisted her legs and got her to rolled over on her belly. Giving her little sucks and wet kissed I went up the backs of her legs to the little spot where her legs met her soft round buns. Her skin was soft and smooth, I was delirious in the sensuality of it. Rubbing my lips and face on her. I softly gripped her round ass and spread her crack exposing the bottom of her hairless slit and little pink asshole. I gave her a big swipe of my tongue from her hot little sex to her rosette. Jane moaned loudly at the contact. She smelled like excited girl and tasted of one with a little sweat. I then went to work on her. I ran my tongue all around her back door, gently probing inside. She squirmed and squealed and tensed as I teased her. Her little sex was drooling profusely now. I slicked my finger up and probed her asshole. Slipping my index finger into the first knuckle my sister came. As she writhed on the ground I probed deeper, to the second knuckle and her orgasm intensified.

 

When she calmed and recovered I moved up her body to sit on her upper thighs. My cock was rock hard and I laid it along the crack of her plump ass and softly thrusted rubbing it along her grove. The feeling was sexy but I wanted more. I pushed my cock down more and the tip found her hot wet sex. Shoving forward I penetrated my sister with a mutual moan. Her hot little pussy gripped me super tightly and I waited for her to loosen up. She did and I ran my shaft the rest of the way in. This position did not let me penetrate as deeply so I did not have to worry about hurting her. Quickly picking up a rhythm we were soon pushing against each other. I played with her soft globes, separating them and watching my cock slide in and out of her, dragging her lips and inner tissues out when I withdraw and watching her sex get drawn back inside upon my advance. The sight was intoxicating but I have always liked more contact.

 

My sister was moaning in time with my thrusts lost in her own world. I stopped thrusting and somehow managed to get prone on top of her backside without losing our intimate connection. Now I had the sexy feeling of her smooth cheeks against my groin. I leaned over her and covered her with my body. Remembering how Jane liked the feeling of being covered I let most of my weight rest on her. We had worked up a sweat before and now our skin slid slickly together. I gave her a hard thrust and buried myself as deep as I could, just barely making it to her cervix. She gave me a heartfelt moan and I whispered in her ear.

"You are mine."

"Yesss."

 

That fuck was fantastic. I thrust in her little body forever and I simply could not keep track of Jane's orgasms. They just sort of ran into each other. We were a sweaty slick mess when we finally exhausted each other. I rolled over, keeping Jane impaled on my slowly wilting cock and ran my hand up and down her slick body as she lay on my chest. I gently cupped her sex when my cock slid out and the other hand idly toyed with a stiff nipple on her boyishly flat chest.

"I liked it that way. Its like when you used to be able to lay on me."

"I liked it to. I miss having you under me."

"You can do that to me anytime you want."

"Even if I don't suck you toes and ass?"

"You don't have to do that to me if you don't want to."

Chuckling at her, "Princess, I will do that to you anytime you want. I love it. You have a sexy little ass and you toes are cute too. Did you like my finger in your ass?"

"Yes, it felt naughty and sort of full."

"I am really curious to see if my cock would go in there."

My sister shivered, if my cock was hard it belinged inside her was how she felt and said, "Ohh, me too."

"Ask Helen if she does it."

"I will."

We spent a while just talking and being close. Having somebody around, even as open as Helen and Henry were, all day really cramped our style.

 

When we got back to the camp Helen took one look at us and laughed. "I told you."

"I know, I didn't doubt it," replied Henry.

She looked at me then Jane, "How many times," she asked with a grin.

Jane blushed bright red and I said, "If you wanted to know that bad you should have followed us."

"I tried but you just kept on going so I turned around," she laughed.

"Jane you look well fucked and Brett looks pleased with himself to. My man and I should probably find a private place but we have our tent."

"Its hard for Jane to be quiet when we haven't been together in a while."

They both busted up laughing at that. I sat down, embarassed, and Jane sat in my lap and partially hid her face in embarrassment.

"Please don't feel bad, we are laughing because we like you. We can't help but tease. Most people do not consider last night a long time is all. Its like you are newlyweds or just met, yet you tell us you have been together for two years. I am envious of you. Henry and I are very active but not compared to you two."

"Yes, you have truly found your soul mate Brett," Henry added.

"I know," I said with a smile and gave Jane a soft kiss.

"Come Jane, lets go wash, we have to be careful with our drinking water. There is none here other than what we brought."

 

The girls walked down stream and left Henry and I at camp. There was not anybody close by but we felt better keeping an eye on things.

"So do you give your lover a climax every time you are together?"

"Yeah."

"That is good. I can give my Helen several sometimes."

"How many is normal?"

"I am not sure, many women never orgasm in sex I hear but Helen does as far as I can tell."

"Oh."

"Does Jane have many sometimes."

"Yeah, she does most of the time."

"Really?"

"Yes, when we did it today I lost count of Jane's they sort of run together and we tried a new thing today."

"That is good, what thing?"

"I lay on top of her while she was on her belly. She likes to be laid on."

"Yes that is very exciting."

"Can uh, erm, can you have sex in the ass?"

"Yes, but you must be careful and you should have something slick to make it feel good. She does not get wet back there like in front. Just go slow and give her time to get used to it, she may not like it but some women do. And if can be messy so clean yourself before you do it the normal way even if you seem clean, germs and all."

"Does Helen?"

"Yes, but she likes it better the normal way. I do too."

 

When the girls got back Helen gave me an appraising look. It kind of embarrassed me but she did not say anything. Henry and I went to get firewood and we had bratwurst and beans for dinner. When the sun went down the temperature dropped fairly quickly. They warned us it would get down to almost twelve degrees. We were shocked until I realized they meant celcius and explained it to Jane. They crawled into their tent and I laid out mats and the sleeping bag and we climbed in. I got naked and hopped in. My sister grinned and did the same. We spooned and watched the fire, I was softly stroking Jane's skin and was soon hard. I had the foresight to lay my shirt on the bag before got in to catch our run off.

 

It was not long before I had Jane breathing heavy from my fingers playing over her bare sex and stiff little clit. I rolled onto my back and lifted Jane as the bag permitted over my cock and lowered her. She gasped at the initial penetration.

"You still gasp now, why?"

"You just feel so big at first and it feels so good I can't help it."

"Its okay, I love it when you do that. Makes me feel special."

I reached the end of her hot sleeve and she collapsed onto my chest. She wanted to listen to my again. Tonight she was more active than last night and was rolling her hips and helping me plunge in and out of her smooth grasping slit. My sister was a real expert and angling her hips to get the most stimulation out of her clit rubbing along my shaft. She came several times before I spurted deep inside her that night. I was getting cold with the bag lowered to her head level leaving my shoulders and chest bare so I pulled her off my cock and laid her up higher on me and drew the bag over us and we slept.

 

The next morning was cold. I just laid there with my sister on my chest enjoying the contact and warmth. She fit just right. As I gently ran my fingers over her backside Jane murmured, "Morning."

"Morning sexy."

Jane snuggled closer if that was possible and we just listened to the sounds of morning. Eventually Helen got out of the tent and we needed to get up and dressed. I just reached over and grabbed Jane's panties and pulled them on her as she lay on me. She sat up and pulled on her shirt then got out and put on her shorts. I managed to get my shorts on in the bag and got out too.

"It is good you both fit in that sleeping bag, it is not a very warm one like ours. You keep each other warm."

They had the form fitting mummy bags, very nice and expensive. Our was bought at a garage sale and an old style one.

"I wish Henry and I could fit together in ours."

"I like sleeping with Brett."

"Good, it is good to sleep with your lover."

As Henry started the fire up again he asked, "Do you guys want to stay here today and look around or just head out?"

I looked at my sister and she just kind of shrugged. "We don't care."

"Our guidebook points out that there are good hiking trails and one had a high mountain pond towards the end. Helen and I are thinking of hiking that. You want to come with us?"

"Sure."

"Good lets eat and drive over to the start, it's a ways off."

 

End Chapter Sixteen

 

 

Chapter Seventeen

An Audience?

 

 

We ate breakfast and made some sandwiches for lunch and packed up. As we rode over I took out the stuff from Jane's pack and moved what we would need for the day in there and left mine in the van. That way she would not have to carry anything and be able to keep up easily. At the trailed head we parked and did not see any other cars about. Henry said this trail was not for horses so that meant we would most likely be the only ones around. That was just fine with me. We hiked together for several miles then we sort of separated some. I guess they wanted some privacy. My sister and I started joking around. I would goose her when she walked in front of me and she would try to hang on the pack or have me pull her along. We soon were running around giggling and carrying on. Our play was flirtatious but not overtly sexual. I chased Jane past Helen and Henry. We raced ahead some distance and Jane jumped up on a rock. Hopping up there with her I grabbed her and claimed my prize. Kissing her soundly I declared, "You can't run from me, your mine remember?"

"Can too."

"I will always catch you though."

"Good. I like you to chase me."

"Its fun to catch you."

"Hello you two, good spot for break," Henry said.

"Yeah I guess, this is where I just happened to catch her is all."

"Why did you need catch her," Helen asked.

"Cause she ran away. Jane runs away to be caught." Jane just had a silly grin on her face and nodded.

"That makes sense in a weird way."

"Don't look at me, its girl logic, I don't understand it, just make do."

That earned me a small fist in the gut.

I quickly added, "But I like girl logic, its fun."

That got me a kiss on the cheek.

Helen and Henry laughed and he said, "Good save."

Later as it started to get really hot Henry announced that we were getting close to the spring fed pond and we should wait and have lunch there. That quickened our steps. I was anxious to get there. It was very beautiful, the water was crystal clear and cold. I whispered in Jane's ear, "Want to go swimming?"

She nodded.

"Skinny dipping," I breathed in her ear.

She just shivered and started to strip.

I hurriedly joined her and in no time we were naked and running to the water. I yelled and Jane squealed when we hit the cold water. That got Henry and Helen's attention and they laughed. Ducking under and swimming out to the middle cooled me off and the water was not so bad, cold but it felt good. Jane swam up to me and we treaded water a bit before I moved to where I could stand and put my arms around my sister. We just soaked and I noticed that her nipples were very erect.

"You horny or just cold," I asked looking at her pale little nipples.

"Both."

 

We both turned to look at Henry and Helen wading in when they gasped at the cold water. I was sort of shocked. Helen's pussy was as bare as Jane's. We both sort of stared. Helen noticed and sort of blushed a little. They both swam around a little. I took this opportunity to stroke and pet Jane's bare slit. The coldness of the water really showed me how hot she was down there. Helen startled us as she said behind us, "I shave it off, I like the way it feels this way."

"We were just surprised. I have never seen one beside Jane's and since you are an adult..." I trailed off having stopped my idle petting.

"Oh, I could have hair but its much nicer this way, no hair to get in the way when I am kissed down there."

Jane just smiled and nodded, all this time she was slowly rubbing her hot pussy on my belly since I had stopped.

"Jane, you should keep yourself bare there to, especially when you have someone to shave it for you," she suggested as she swam off a ways to Henry who was sort of floating on his back.

"Should I shave you when you start to get hair?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, I like you hairless, its so smooth and soft and I can see everything. The pictures I have seen hide a lot with the hair."

I slowly walked to a little shallower spot and sort of pushed Jane down and guided my cock to her hot little hole. When it popped inside the heat was incredible. My sister worked herself down farther and I groaned as the cold water was replaced by velvety heat. We had a slow leisurely fuck. The cold water and hot pussy contrast was magical. As we came down we realized we were getting cold so we got out and sat down to let the sun dry us. We lay down side by side holding hands as Henry and Helen got out. We heard a click and looked up to see Helen had just took our picture.

She quickly said, "Do not worry, in Denmark nudity is more accepted. You two looked so beautiful laying there. Youthful love and innocence. I will get it developed in Denmark and mail it to you. Its quite safe, trust me."

"Okay," I replied and we lay back down, Jane calmed because I was calm.

I was quietly checking out Helen, she was very pretty with a toned body and smallish breasts. She was my height and I wondered how tall Jane would get.

 

Soon we were dry and dressed, sort of. I put my shorts on and Jane got dressed to keep from buring. After we ate I combed out Jane's hair. We just laid around relaxing for a while before it was time to head back down the trail. We got even hotter on the way back down. The van was super hot inside by now and we all sweated like crazy as we drove back to the campsite.

"You want to go with us to the deeper spot we found to cool off," I asked.

"Yes, let us get fresh clothes," Henry replied.

"Good idea."

We lead the up the stream to the wider area. I looked and Jane and gave a little shrug and stripped off my clothes and laid back in the water. Jane quickly follow suit and laid next to me. The other two got in too and we just relaxed a bit. They started washing and I sat up and ran my hands all over my sister rubbing off the sweat and the cum that had dried on her slit. I had her rolled over and I rubbed her back and paid a little extra attention to her little asshole. I gave her a light slap on the butt and said, "You're clean."

"My turn."

I laid down and she washed me as thoroughly. My cock was standing tall at this point and we looked at Henry and Helen, they were not paying any attention to us. Jane leaned down and gave me a suck.

"Mmm," she declared swiping off some precum from the tip. My sister then went to work on my hardness. She licked and sucked with her hot little mouth. I looked over at the other two and noticed that Helen was doing the same to Henry. He caught my eye and winked.

 

Jane had worked herself up at this point playing with her pussy. I know she wanted to fuck but was nervous. I just said, "Go for it."

She glanced at Henry and Helen and saw her sucking on his cock to and after a good stare she focused back on me and with a grin sat on my belly. We looked back over to the other couple and saw Helen do the same. My sister and I grinned at each other and she slid back while holding my cock in position. The other two did the same. Jane slowly impaled herself on me. Her smooth slit slowly admitting my cock. Once at the end of her passage we looked over at Helen and Henry, she was sitting on his cock to.

"Think they can keep up with us?"

Jane just grinned and shook her head no.

Wet sloshing noises with occasional moans and sighs were to only sounds for a long time. The faster Jane went the faster Helen went. Soon both girls were moaning in ecstasy and us guys followed. We normally go for longer but doing it together like this was exciting.

As we came down, Helen told us, "You two are amazing. This is your second time today yes? You are very good for our sex life, it gets us going when you two are always flirting and fucking."

"Yes, you remind us what its like to be young and in love, we sort of forgot even though we are only twenty years old," added Henry.

"Thanks," we replied.

I washed Jane's slimy little pussy and we washed our clothes in the water and put on fresh and headed out.

"See, even the little things are important, you washed your lover afterwards, that is something Henry never did for me. He did it today though."

"I like to touch her is all."

"Yeah, I like it when he washes me," Jane stated.

"Yes, it is a very good thing, very loving and helps your intimacy," Henry stated.

We looked sort of puzzled at that and he went on, "You do little things for each other, it shows the other you care, that is very important in a relationship. You do it out of love not because you think Jane needs help or can't do it on her own. You enjoy taking care of each other because it makes you feel good and more importantly you love the care you receive from the other."

"Oh," I thought if they only knew how we got to be this way.

"Its amazing really, for you two to have that closeness so young, you are truly lucky. Fifty years from now you will still be together I am sure," Helen stated with confidence.

"Yeah, Brett is gonna marry me," Jane proudly stated.

"Good, can we come to your wedding?"

"Yes," Jane replied and hopped on my back get carried back down.

 

That night my sister and I made love again. The next morning I got on top of her as she lay on her belly and fucked her again. Her soft little buns pressing deliciously against my groin. In and out I went, sometimes fast and hard other times slow and gentle. Her tight little hole gripped me fiercely and I felt her spasm around me several times. Generally when I thrust hard she came quickly, she told me it rubbed her aching little clit on the ground that way. When I finally spurted deep inside Jane, she was almost delirious. I was feeling really good, getting a deep feeling of satisfaction from carrying my sister to such pleasure.

 

I pulled on my shorts and put my shirt on her. Gathering our clothes I picked her up and carried up upstream a ways to wash up. As we walked I wondered if Jane had ever spent more than a few hours without my sperm inside her ever since was able to give her some over a year ago. Even washing her afterwards she still leaked for hours after. She said she liked it, sitting in school with my stuff running out of her made her feel naughty.

 

We walked back into camp holding hands to see Henry and Helen up and getting a fire for a hot breakfast. They did not ask where we went, they just smiled. After breakfast we loaded up and headed for California. Upon entering the forest Jane and I were all eyes. We have seen forests before but to like this. The trees were so big and Helen told us they are supposed to be bigger ones. Our chosen campground was up a winding narrow dirt road. No way an RV or camper would ever get up here. The campground was secluded little sites with fire rings in the center. There was one pit toilet centrally located, we had stopped and filled up a cooler and some big jugs full of water on the way up when we stopped for more food. It was kind of late when we got there so we just went and got some wood laying around to supplement the stuff we brought.

 

We spent a fun five days seeing the sights and exploring. I am sure we went to many off limits areas but were careful not to litter or disturb anything. At the end we were really good friends. Jane and I would not even really pause in our fucking if they walked by or were near engaged in similar activities. At the bus stop there were hugs and promises to write. We got invited to Denmark even though they knew we would not be able to visit for years. They were a little confused when we told them if they wrote Jane to send them to 'my' address. The story was her Mom read her mail and they seemed to accept that. We waited for the bus and they headed for the southwestern deserts then back to Colorado and home in Denmark.

 

Sitting on the bus we talked quietly. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I liked being able to be your girlfriend with them around."

"It was nice. Think we should tell Mom if she asks?"

"I dunno, she probably won't care."

"True. Lets tell her if she asks. To late for her to get mad now anyway."

 

It was a long bus ride back home, we slept on the bus and arrived the next day late morning. Taking the city bus to our stop we walked the last of the way home holding hands. It was a Tuesday and Mom was not home. We needed to get the store it seemed, the fridge was pretty empty. After a long hot bath together to clean up we laid in bed and took a nap after making love.

 

That was one of our better summers. The older we got the better we got. We were more capable of doing what we wanted and our love continued to grow and mature.

 

End Chapter Seventeen

 

 

Chapter Eighteen

Jane's Change

 

My freshman year in high school I tried for the swim team and made it. Our practice was after school at the school's pool. Jane hung around after school and waited for me and became our towel girl, at least for the girls on the team. She was their adopted mascot of sorts. I did not blame them; Jane was a beautiful little girl with a friendly personality. Outgoing when we are together or she felt safe, which was more or less the same thing for her. I had to watch myself, they got Jane a little team swimsuit and I would ogle her boyish butt and fat little pussy more than the older girls. She started staying because she just did not want to go home by herself and was soon part of the team. We wrote to Helen and Henry often and they to us. They sent us the pictures they took, most were just regular pictures but a couple were ones we could not show anybody; the one of us lying in the sun naked holding hands and some more of the same with us kissing or sleeping together.

I was a good swimmer but not great, but by the end of my freshman year I was making real progress. Sophomore year I swam varsity. Jane was still the towel girl and mascot. We went to a couple of out of town swim meets since I was on the varsity team. Jane roomed with a couple of the girls , unfortunately. She was still slim and flat. Puberty had not hit her yet. I was watching closely being worried about pregnancy and blissfully ignorant of the risks we took everyday.

 

We did alright in the state finals as a team, and I placed third in my events. I was sure to get first next year, my competition were all seniors and would not be there next year. I was not really a popular guy in high school, just your average guy. If not for my letter in swimming I might have been one of the outcasts because my family was 'poor.' My summer and winter jobs, along with my sister's helped, made sure I was not personally poor compared to the other kids. My sister and I were even saving for a car. She wanted one as much as I did knowing she would benefit from it as much as I did. Plus, what kid does not like the idea of their own car? That winter and summer we worked hard. My increased size and strength made shoveling drives much faster. Jane just cleaned up what I missed as usual and raked when I mowed. Although I was doing most of the work, the money was ours. We had over two thousand dollars when our birthday rolled around.

 

Mr. G. had a brother looking to sell an old jeep. It needed engine-work but was otherwise in good shape. I asked Jane whether she would like a jeep; she was excited. Driving around without doors or a top sounded like fun to her. Mr. G. even offered to help me fix it up. We got it dirt-cheap because it did not run but again Mr. G. assured us we could fix it for a couple hundred dollars. Thus started the jeep project. Even my sister got involved. By the time we had it all fixed up, she knew nearly as much as I did about fixing engines. Mom was happy for us and even offered to pay for insurance for me. She was dating another loser of hers, but it was still in the honeymoon stage so she was in a good mood. A couple of weeks after our birthday the jeep was running. Jane and I thanked Mr. G. profusely and promptly packed and left.

 

We spent a week in the mountains, came home, mowed some lawns and left again. I think that the last half of summer we were home about two weeks. We just came home to keep up with our customers. It was wonderful. The privacy we now had was great. Since it was also Jane's jeep we got the title in both our names, and the deal was if she wanted to go somewhere I drove her. That was just fine with me; we went almost everywhere together anyway. I went out with the guys occasionally, while she stayed over at a friend's from school.

 

I was sixteen and Jane twelve. It was October when she got her breasts. I was about five feet ten and weighed one hundred forty pounds. Jane was four feet nine and eighty pounds and still very much a little girl. She would tell me her worries about not growing up, and I would tell her I loved her and liked her just the way she was.

 

Almost overnight my sister's breasts started to develop. She had breast-buds and puffy nipples. They were really sensitive most of the time, and I could not play with them but very gently. We went together to get her first training bra. She wanted one, and we found out it protected them from rubbing on her shirt.

 

She also started growing up, and her hips were widening slightly. Jane would look at herself in the mirror every day and try to measure her growth. Her beautiful little pussy was almost as bare as when she was eight having only sparse fine downy hair. That was just fine with me though. We knew she was growing down there anyhow. We could have pretty much unrestrained sex at that point like when we were younger. If anything Jane got even hornier with her new developments, hell her sex drive matched or exceeded mine. I think we fucked five times one Saturday.

 

Jane used to measure my cock with her hands, stating three fists and three fingers but now she was really growing she would tease that my cock was shrinking because her hands were growing and I was losing fingers of length.

 

That March she started growing real pubic hair. She greeted that with less enthusiasm. Looking at herself in the mirror she asked, "Will you shave it off for me, almost all the girls on the swim team shaved theirs off or almost all the way off anyway."

 

I did not need any convincing.

 

Jane laughed at me. I was pretty excited about shaving her pussy and I ran to get stuff ready. There was something erotic and intimate about that. She was naked, and I just had some boxers on. I got a new blade for my razor and ran some hot water to wash her first.

 

When I turned to her, I forgot what I was doing. She was standing next to the vanity looking at me. Jane was at that age where she was still a child, but you could see the woman emerging. My sister had the lanky coltish look. She had slim hips just starting to widen and beautiful smooth legs. Her flat belly and chest were a perfect plane except for the newly acquired little breasts with swollen nipples.

 

Our eyes met, and I felt our connection. She knew what I was thinking and I her. I stepped over to her, and reaching behind her teasingly, spread out a towel on the counter. Slowly I trailed my fingers over her soft buns to her hips and gently lifted her to sit where I spread the towel.

 

Soaping up a hot washcloth I cleaned her. When I would look up my sister would be watching me intently and our eyes would lock. I tried to keep it clinical but when she thrust at me I gave up and played.

 

Rinsed off, I took a minute to admire her. Her hair was straight and thin. It almost seemed a shame to shave it off. I then thought of how much I liked her bare and got some scissors and clipped her down. Using my shaving cream I lathered her up. Jane was aroused, her clit was stiff and her lips were swollen. It was my fault; I teased my fingers over her. She gasped quietly when I ran my slick finger all around her pink asshole teasing her.

 

Deciding it was time to get busy I grabbed the razor. Jane smiled down at me, and I gave her the first swipe. Carefully I rinsed it and took another. It was time to get close in. Gently grasping an excited slippery lip and pulling the skin taught I removed the soft straight hair. I really enjoyed that. There was nothing mysterious, other than the inherent mystery all females have, about my sister's sex. I knew it better than she did, however, as I shaved her I rediscovered her again.

 

Jane was breathing heavily. I knew I was going to benefit from that for sure. Teasing, I moved slower. After shaving a spot I would check it for smoothness. I rinsed her off, and with a wet rag I removed the rest of the shaving cream, gently squeezing her swollen pussy. Running my lips over her pussy I checked for missed stubble. She was as smooth and soft as when she was eight.

 

My poor sister was groaning and trying to get me to give her more forceful stimulation. Her whole sex was swollen, the lips engorged and her clit large and sensitive. Jane moaned in frustration when I stopped to admire my handy work. It was red and wet and not just from the rag I wiped her with.

 

"Please Brett. I need you. I need it bad."

 

"What do you need, you have got me, always have," I asked shoving my boxers down and freeing my hard cock.

 

She smiled and said, "I know, but you're hard and should be inside me."

 

I stepped up to her my cock sliding up her belly and pressing my balls on her hot slit. We looked down at my cock as it practically reached her belly button.

 

"Hard to believe I get that far inside you," I stated.

 

Jane reached down and wrapped one hand around my cock as she leaned back on her other hand. She pressed it firmly to her soft belly and wiggled a bit.

 

"It's cause I am leaning over I look so short."

 

I pulled back, and she pressed me downward to her hot slit dragging my cock over her clit. I took her hand off me, and she leaned back in anticipation. I trailed my cock up and down her groove getting it slick with her juices.

 

I felt mischievous and wanted to surprise and tease my sister more. Lengthening my swipes, I rubbed my cock head over her pink asshole and back up. I would penetrate her wet pussy a little then back off and press on her asshole. My sister loosened up and let me in just a bit. Moving back up her I swiftly plunged inside her hot sex. We both gasped, and her legs quickly wrapped around me pulling me inside her all the way.

 

She was hot and tight and wet. Slowly I worked myself in and out dragging my cock to give her excited clit as much stimulation as I could. She felt prefect as always. Gripping just right and moving with me as though I controlled her body as well as mine. As excited as Jane was it was not long before she was shaking in orgasm. Jane sort of stiffened and thrust hard at me with short little movements and got wetter. She was soaked again. I was excited but had plenty of stamina left.

 

I dragged myself out of her warm embrace and ran my cock down her groove towards my goal. Jane was blissfully relaxed, I played with our sexes like that often. We had talked about anal sex and tried it once before without much success. Both of us would get impatient and just fuck normally. That day however, I wanted her. The idea of having my cock in every way possible inside my sister appealed to me at a primal level. Jane getting old enough to appreciate the significance of that.

 

As I ran my cock over her pussy and asshole, I stared. Lining my cock up with her ass I sort of pushed. The tip of my cock went in, and Jane gasped. I looked up quickly to gauge her reaction and she looked excited. Her eyes were wide, and she was breathing heavily. Wordlessly she reached over and grabbed the lotion. Flicking it open, she squirted a big glob on my cock. I pulled back and lubed it up. Taking a slick finger I worked it around her tight little hole.

 

It slipped right in and surprised us both. We were both watching my finger work in and out of her gradually getting deeper. At the second knuckle I pulled it out. Jane pulled my cock, which she had been holding, towards her. I simply followed her lead. As she pulled me more the tip popped inside. The head of my cock was gone.

 

It was tight, real tight. I looked up and met her eyes. That was not just some kinky new thrill for us. It was special. The intimacy was profound. I leaned forward and gave her a loving kiss and moved my arms to her back to support her, and she had both her hands on my cock.

 

Slowly she would tug and send an inch inside only to hold it there as we both panted. A little tug farther in, then back out. Slowly she completed this process over and over until I was all the inside. We just rested and looked at each other.

 

Jane was flushed, and her nipples were swollen. She was breathing heavily but had a small smile on her face. I was breathing heavily too and could feel her heart beat in my cock. The newness was exciting and special, but it just did not feel the same as her sweet pussy. I loved my sister's ass but really loved to play with it as I fucked her tight pussy. At that time however, I felt the need to deposit my cum deep inside the newly explored part of her.

 

"I love you," my sister declared with a smile.

 

"I love you," I replied and slowly pulled my cock out.

 

We watched my cock go in and out of her. Jane leaned back, and I began to rub her smooth sex with my thumbs as I gripped her hips. Synchronizing my movements I ran my thumbs over her clit and mons as I thrust in and back down over when I pulled out. My sister loved it. Her hips started to get their familiar wiggle, and little moans escaped both our throats.

 

The newness kept us from taking our time and savoring the new experience. Our pace quickly got frantic, and I lodged myself deep inside and sent my sperm on a wild goose chase. Jane came right after as my thumbs worked their magic on her.

 

When I softened and slipped out, I quickly cleaned up. There was not much of a mess but I knew I was dirty anyway. As I wiped my sister off with the warm rag I asked "that was pretty wild wasn't it?"

 

"Yeah, I felt real full and really nasty," she replied with a grin.

 

"Me too."

 

"I think I am gonna be a lil sore."

 

"I'm sorry sweetheart," I said feeling guilty.

 

"Its not bad, relax I wanted to do it as much as you and I have been worse from just regular fucking. It's always worth it though."

 

"I love you."

 

"I love you too and you can put this in me where ever you want whenever you want," she stated grabbing and squeezing my cock.

 

"Sounds like a promise."

 

"Nuh uh, it's a fact."

 

 

End Chapter Eighteen

 

 

Chapter Nineteen

A Crush That Lasted A Lifetime

 

I was still trying to figure out how I would keep my sister from getting pregnant. She was growing up, and I knew her period could not be far off. We were too afraid to talk to anybody and we, mostly me, were working off incomplete knowledge at best. We tried a condom, neither she nor I liked that at all. I researched other methods. A diaphragm sounded good until I found out about getting them fitted and I thought that with Jane growing, even if we could get one she would outgrow it. Everything else was not very reliable. Jane found out the answer herself. She overheard one of the girls talking about really painful periods and how they were irregular so the doctor put her on the Pill. We figured we would shoot for that when she started her period. I look back and realize that as much as I knew about reproduction compared to the average teenager I was still ignorant even if I were lucky.

 

That year Jane informed me that a couple of the girls on the swim team liked me. She said that they asked her about me all the time. We kind of laughed about it but it was hard for Jane. She really wanted to tell them that I was hers and that they could not have me. The problem was that they were nice girls, and Jane and I liked them. Both were cute, but I made sure that Jane knew she was far prettier and that she was the only one for me. My sister and I invented a cover story. I had a girlfriend I met this summer and that she lived in Oregon. That is what Jane told them, they did not really back off but now I had a good reason to tell them no without hurting their feelings.

 

My old friend Joe had turned into a real jock. Football and wrestling were his sports. We really did not have much in common anymore but were still friendly. I was first in state that year in swimming. The school all of a sudden knew who I was. Even if it were just swimming, taking first in state was a big deal. Jane and Mr. and Mrs. G. were the only people there to watch me. Mom had to work.

 

May saw our first real fight. Compared to most couples I know, it would be just a minor blip on their radar but it was major stuff for Jane and me. We had arguments before, and typical kid-fights but never over our relationship. They were always over trivial stuff because one of us was feeling grouchy.

 

Several things were going on at the time. Mom and her new man were making noise about him moving in with us. Jane and I were outright against it. We did not like him at all and we guarded our privacy with a vengeance. Some major fights with our Mom took place over that. Second, my cover story of having a girlfriend in Oregon was not holding much weight anymore. Finally, Mom was making noise about us sharing a room now that 'Janey was growing up.' I simply pointed out that there are no more rooms anyway.

 

The Wednesday before the junior prom, Shelly, one of the girls who liked me, asked me whether I was going to the prom. She was average height with blonde hair and blue eyes and a slim build, a cute girl.

 

"Are you going to the prom Brett?"

 

"No," I told her and realized my mistake too late.

 

"Will you go with me?"

 

I liked her, she was a friend and I really did not want to hurt her feelings, but I knew if I went with her I would break my sister's heart. I hated that. I just cannot stand to hurt a girl's feelings. She could tell by the look on my face I was going to say no, and tears welled up in her eyes. I felt awful. I just reached out and gave her a hug. She clung to me and sobbed.

 

"I am not going because I can't. I had a big fight with my Mom over her new boyfriend moving in and got grounded."

 

"Oh," she said.

 

"I would go with you otherwise; you're my friend and I don't have anybody else to go with. You should go with Mike. I know he likes you."

 

"He didn't ask me."

 

"You asked me," I pointed out.

 

She blushed and said in a little voice, "That's different."

 

Sensing danger I changed the subject, "Want a ride home, I need to go pick my sister up?"

 

"Sure," she perked up.

 

Jane was waiting when we pulled up. She frowned when she saw Shelly.

 

"Hi Jane," Shelly said.

 

"Hi."

 

"Hey Jane," I said. My greeting was greeted with silence. I was starting to get worried.

 

"Some of the girls from the team are getting together on Saturday to swim at Nancy's heated pool, want to come Jane?"

 

Before she could answer I spoke up, "She is grounded too. We both were arguing with our Mom."

 

Jane gave me a strange look in the rear view mirror but went along with it.

 

"Yeah, I can't go."

 

"Too bad, it should be fun."

 

"We will go to the end of the year party for sure though," I said.

 

"Do you ever get tired of hanging around with your big brother Jane?"

 

"Nope," she shook her head.

 

"You are lucky, I fight with mine all the time. He goes to college next year thankfully."

 

Jane just shrugged.

 

"Is this really your jeep too or was Brett teasing when he said it was?"

 

"It's mine too."

 

"But does he just say that?"

 

"No, my name is on it. I saw."

 

"On what?"

 

"The paper in the glove box. Look." Jane crawled up front at a stop sign and fished out the registration and handed it to Shelly.

 

"Wow, I never knew a kid that owned a car before."

 

Jane sitting in the back seat looked both pleased and annoyed. I am sure the kid part bothered her.

 

"Brett and I worked to buy it and then I helped fix it," she declared proudly.

 

Shelly looked from me to my sister and back. "That's great Jane."

 

Shelly leaned over to me and whispered to me, "I think your sister has a crush on you."

 

I almost crashed. I was shocked. Thankfully Shelly took my shock the wrong, or right depending on how you looked at it, way. "She does. Watch."

 

Shelly put her hand on my leg and watched Jane's face. Sure enough she frowned. Shelly then whispered in my ear again, "Yup, she has a huge crush on you."

 

I thought to myself; a crush, maybe a crush that will last a lifetime. Still looking worried, and Shelly still misinterpreting it told me, "Don't worry it won't last. Just try not to notice it and it will go away."

 

I sighed in relief that she did not think it was a big deal, and I said, "Okay, thanks."

 

Dropping her off I told her, "I will drop a hint to Mike if you want me to."

 

"Okay, thanks. Tell me if you get ungrounded okay?"

 

"Sure."

 

Jane sat in back for about half the way home. "Please come up front with me Jane," I begged.

 

She was not moving. "Please, I will explain when we get home okay? I promise everything will be alright."

 

She relented and got in front but was still mad at me. Jane kind of squints her eyes a little and glares at somebody when she is mad. I find it adorable but learned long ago not to laugh when she does it. She had a healthy glare for me when she climbed up-front before crossing her arms over her chest and staring out the window.

 

I tried to ask her how her day was and got ignored or short one word replies. Inside the house, I followed her into our room trying to get her to talk to me without much luck. I gave up after doing my best for an hour and said, "When you are done punishing me for whatever you think I have done I will be on the couch."

 

About an hour later Jane came quietly into the room. It was really hard for me to just sit there and wait. It felt like part of me was missing. I could see she had been crying. I pulled her to the couch and put my lovely sister in my lap. "I love you," I stated and gave her a soft kiss which she returned. She wrapped herself tightly around me, and we held each other for several minutes. I then told her the whole story. By the end of it, all was right in the world and we got horny. It was our first real fight and our first make up fuck.

 

I pulled her shirt off, and she took mine off. She straddled my lap in her training bra and my bare chest, and we made out. I took her bra off so we could rub our bare chests together. Her little tits were marbles under puffy nipples, and they felt like little arrows on my chest that went right through my heart. There was just something so erotic and touching about Jane when she loved me. I kissed her neck and ears like Jane loves. She tasted good.

 

When kissing was not enough, I started on the snap and zipper of her pants and she mine. She reached in a took my hard cock out and ran her hand over it. I sort of picked her up by her hips and pushed her pants and panties down. We got them off her and she was back on my lap. We kissed some more, and I squeezed her firm little ass while she played with my cock as we kissed. She tugged on my pants some more, and I lifted my hips and her weight in my lap while she worked them down and I pulled them the rest of the way off with my feet. She pulled herself closer to me, rubbing her hot wet little slit on the underside of my cock as it was pressed against my belly. We were pressed from groin to lips together like that first time in the tub four years ago. I ran my hands greedily over every inch of her and I probed deeply in her mouth wresting with her tongue.

 

I picked her up and turned around and set her on the couch. Her legs just fell apart as I kneeled on the floor between them, like that was the natural position for them when I was close to her. Giving her a hard kiss on the mouth I worked my way down her neck. Feeling wicked I gave her a hickey on the side of her neck. I had never done that before, but it just seemed right this time. Coming to her sternum I stopped and just examined her new tits with my eyes then my fingers and finally my mouth. By this time, I was an expert and handling her sensitive and sometimes sore breasts. That day was a good day. I could get the whole thing in my mouth and suck and tongue the nipple without any discomfort. Her nipples became rock hard and her whole little tit hardened up some.

 

"I have not claimed these yet I don't think."

 

My sister just looked at me and shook her head grinning.

 

"Hmm, okay. This is mine," I said kissing her left tit. "And this is mine," kissing the other.

 

"Okay," my lovable sister agreed.

 

Over her flat firm belly to her mound, I trailed little kisses. She was thrusting her hips up trying to make contact with her hard clit. My sister still had a fairly big clit that peeked out of its hood when she was aroused. It was clearly visible now. I had shaved her just yesterday and she was as smooth and as hairless as when she was seven. She did not have much pubic hair anyway. I teased her by lightly running my tongue down the inside of her thighs, avoiding her lips. Feeling that little devil in me, I gave her two more hickeys - one on each thigh, right next to her fragrant pussy. I had a plan, when she was worn out after out little romp here, I would carry her into the bedroom and show them to her. Relenting, I dove in. I gave her my favorite lick, a big one from her pink little asshole to her clit then placed my whole mouth over her small slit and sucked and tongued.

 

"Do it, do it now!"

 

I placed my hard cock to her slit and laid it along its length. This always filled me with wonder. My cock looked as though it would almost reach her belly button as it lay on her sex. Jane was franticly rolling her hips masturbating herself on my cock. I pulled it downward placed the tip over her hole. My sister froze in anticipation. Slowly I put pressure on her wet little hole. It gave in grudgingly as usual. Her bare little lips were stretched around my cock erotically. It forced her clit farther out of its protective hood. I paused with just the fat tip of my adult sized cock in her little girl pussy. I was just average sized, but Jane was only twelve years old.

 

My sister signaled her readiness by rolling her hips. I gently pushed the rest of the way in. Finally, we were able to get back to full penetration. My cock bumped her cervix in many positions, and we had to be careful but she could grind her clit on my pubic bone much of the time if she angled her hips just right. Just regular fucking would bring Jane off hard. Her clitoral hood was tugged and stimulated her with just regular fucking and the feeling of having me inside her excited her to a fevered pitch. I could cum by holding still buried in her.

 

Slowly I started fucking my little sister. I grabbed her hips and moved her and my hips back and forth, plunging in and out of her wet little slit. I loved the smell of her now. She made much more juice now, and it was my favorite smell in the world.

 

Jane was in her own world, all that existed was her pussy and my cock. I joined her there. I would run my hands up and down her legs and up over her chest rubbing her nipples and back down her flanks. Over and over I caressed every inch of her I could reach. Her skin was smooth and soft, intoxicating.

 

My sister came on my cock. I could tell by her face and her pussy fluttering. I am not saying I was some super stud who could go all day but rather that my sister was that orgasmic. She was at twelve and younger the most passionate lover anybody could ever hope for and I told her so. She insisted I was the same, I did not really think so but as long as I did it for her I was happy.

 

I held myself in her clasping little tunnel until she recovered and then started fucking her again. I worked up to a fast pace quickly. Going long and deep and short and fast, alternating. We moved together perfectly. Jane was moaning loudly, and I was nearing my peak quickly. Her bare little slit was all red and swollen and glistened with our juices. The color matched her face down to her chest as she blushed in arousal. It was a sensory overload for me, and I seated my cock against her cervix and came. Jane felt me throb and locked up at me in orgasm. I bent down and buried my face in her neck and panted. She ran her hands over my sweaty back and caressed my legs with hers.

 

"Oh god Brett, you feel so good in me."

 

"You feel like heaven to me Jane."

 

Pulling out of her angry red slit I caught my cum as it ran out of her and rubbed it into her slit. Jan loved this and would do it herself if I did not. Once she was good and slimy, I ran my equally slimy semi erect cock over her swollen sex. Remembering my plan I picked her up and carried her into our room. Inside I stood her on the floor in front of the closet and said, "Look, I marked you, now your mine," with a grin.

 

My sister looked sort of strange when she saw the love bites. It was as if she were memorizing them or something, no smile and no expression on her face at all. She stood there for a couple minutes, and I was worried I had made her mad.

 

"Jane..." I began.

 

She turned and launched herself into my arms almost sobbing. Saying "I love you," over and over as she kissed me.

 

I backed to the bed and laid down. Jane was running her tongue all around my mouth and then moved her way down my body just like I loved to do to her. She even gave me a love bite on my neck too. Jane liked to suck on my nipples, and the experience was surprisingly arousing. When she got to my shaft she did not tease me. She seldom did at that point there was just no need. My sister gave me a long lick up my shaft starting at my balls. I trimmed my pubic hair short for swimming, and I was not a hairy guy anyway. Jane liked to play with my hair but said she was glad I was not real hairy.

 

I received a world class blow job. I do not think it is necessary to 'practice' if you like cock as much as my sister does, but she did have practice, and we learned what was the most exciting through trial and error. She made love to me with her mouth. Sucking and running her lively tongue all around my shaft and head, playing with my balls and sucking on my scrotum. I was hard as a rock, and she had the head of my cock in her mouth swirling her tongue along the underside, in my hole as we looked into each other's eyes. "Lay down," I told her as I sat up.

 

My sister was on her back with her legs spread in a heartbeat. I bent down and gave her bare slit a lick, tasting our combined juices, and said, "Roll over." I put a pillow under her hips and sat on the back of her thighs. Running my cock through the groove of her ass and over her holes I told her, "You're mine, I love you and am going to marry you, you are gonna have my babies."

 

My sister moaned as I entered her from behind. I was in as far as this allowed and slowly ran my shaft in and out watching her hairless lips grip my cock on the outstroke and almost disappear when I thrust in. Holding her buns apart with one hand, I probed her pink anus with my finger. Getting it wet I penetrated her to the first knuckle then the second. I sort of fucked her with both until she came with a wailing moan. Quickly I moved over her, still inside her, and covered her with my body. I whispered in her ear, "Love you, beautiful, sexy, wonderful, girl." With that I started to fuck her again.

 

The feel of her soft globes against my groin was erotic in the extreme with her hot pussy wetly clasping my cock. Letting most of my weight rest on her, I thrust deeply. She loved this feeling of me over her pressing her down. I felt powerful too, and felt deep in my soul that my sister was mine totally. Jane told me she felt the same thing, that she was mine totally and that I was hers. She often told me she got the same feeling every time she felt my sperm in her pussy and I guess I did too.

 

Our pace became frantic, my downward thrusts her pushing back at me. Jane came clasping me tightly with her pussy and I spurted deep inside when I felt her. We just lay there locked together as I pumped a river of cum in her, my orgasm was going on forever lasting as long as hers. I collapsed on her out of breath, but still managing to hold some of my weight off her.

 

As I calmed down I rolled us over, keeping myself inside her until I was on my back and she laid on my chest on her back to. I ran my hands down her body over her sensitive nipples to find her hands on her inner thighs. As my cock softened and slipped out she moved them to catch my cum as it drained out of her saturated pussy. We both rubbed it into her hairless little slit and belly, and I took some and rubbed it onto her nipples. We just lay there being close while I toyed with her little tits and giving her pussy a little squeeze now and then talking.

 

"Jane, remember when we were camping and I you were worried about me going to high school?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Remember what I told you, I wanted you to tell me when something is bothering you and that I would never laugh or get mad at you. Why didn't you just tell me how you felt?"

 

"I dunno, I was scared and mad."

 

"You scared me too. I can't stand it when you are mad at me."

 

"I hate it when you hang out with girls that like you."

 

"Good, now I know what not to do. I love you Jane and would never hurt you or leave you. We will be together forever."

 

 

That was the times when we shared our deepest thoughts and feelings, our hopes, dreams and fears. We both had the same fear, that we would lose the other. Our dreams were the same too, to spend the rest of our lives together. We just were not sure how it would work out yet. I promised her it would somehow.

 

I am not sure what possessed me to say Jane was going to have my children. It was the first time that thought was ever spoken aloud by either one of us. Jane knew she would have my kids she told me. She always felt that way. When she played 'house', even alone she told me, I was always the Dad. I was touched and told her so, and said that I wanted to have kids someday but just not yet. Jane agreed wanting to be married first.

 

Talks like that were not very unusual for us. The fact that we were brother and sister seemed insignificant somehow. Jane and I were just two kids in love, more mature and with rare communication, but still in the trials of first young love.

 

End Chapter Nineteen

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty - Old Friends?

 

The summer that Jane became a teenager was exciting, and marked a turning point in our relationship. I was about six feet tall and had long lean swimmer's muscles. Jane was finally five feet tall and skinny as ever. She had long coltish legs, a round little butt, and finally cute little tits. They're a very proud 'A' cup. Beautifully round shallow hills of girl-flesh, topped with little pale pink nipples.

 

On our birthday we celebrated. That morning we fucked, Jane told me she wanted to spend the day with my stuff inside her. I was always for that. Whenever my sister wanted my cum, she got it.

 

That year when I handed her presents, I knew she would love them. There were four small boxes I handed her and one I kept back. She opened one; it was a set of lacy white thong panties and bra. I could tell by the smile on her face that she loved them. My sister simply stood up and stripped and put them on. Turning and posing she modeled them for me. She looked like a wet dream, and I told her so. Glossy brown hair falling past her shoulders, big blue eyes, cute little nose, pouty lips, wonderful little tits, and an ass that got stared at whenever we went out.

 

I gave her another thong set in black and just some french cut in pink and white again. She tried all four sets on for me. After the last set she took them off and handed me a small box. It was nice cologne. I put some on for her and she made sexy little sounds when she leaned close to smell me. Soon, the smelling turned into a deep kiss. Jane was pulling my shirt off and then started working on my boxers. When she got them off she quickly swallowed my cock. As she sucked on me, I reached over and got her surprise gift. I slipped it out of its box and slipped it around her neck.

 

It was a thin gold necklace with a small gold locket on it.

 

"Oh, Brett!"

 

"Look inside and on the back."

 

Inside was a picture of each of us and the back had the word 'TRADE' on the back.

 

"I love it! TRADE!" She called and went back to my cock. She licked and sucked and rubbed.

 

Moaning I warned Jane, "I am gonna cum soon, slow down or get on."

 

My sister just stopped and looked at me, she let me relax a little then threw a leg over me, and holding my cock up, ran it through her wet little slit. She rubbed the head over her clit several times, then lined it up with her hole and started down. Pausing at the initial penetration to adjust we said almost in perfect unison, "I love you."

 

Slowly Jane wormed my cock in. It was a tight fit. I was finally on the large side of average. As my cock barely bumped into her cervix, she leaned forward changing the angle so that when we thrust it did not go as far in. We sighed, as I was fully seated and just lay there enjoying our connection.

 

"You feel so good in me."

 

"I wish we could spend all day like this."

 

"When do you think I will get my period?"

 

"I dunno, that book we read said it could be another year or more. I am not in a rush, when it comes we will have to get you on the pill and that will be tricky."

 

"Yeah, that's true, just that most of the girls in school have had theirs already."

 

"Yeah but how many do you think do this or have as much fun as we do?" I asked flexing my cock in her.

 

"None," she giggled squeezing me back.

 

I flexed again, and she squeezed back. We both laughed and did it again. A game of sorts developed, she squeezed and thrusted, faster and faster until I could not keep up. She could just squeeze me and hold it for a ten count, and I could never hope to match that.

 

"It's like you are giving me a hug," I stated.

 

Giggling she replied, "Yeah, I can give you two hugs at once."

 

Suiting action to words she leaned down and wrapped her skinny arms around my chest and gave me a hug with her pussy and body and said, "I love you."

 

"I love you too."

 

Slowly, she started to move back and forth, sliding forward and back on me. My cock pulling on her smooth lips and trying to force them back inside her. We looked into each other's eyes as we moved together. Our pace quickened and my sister peaked. Her pussy clamped down on me and she froze. Coming down she lay on my chest. When she did not start moving soon I know she wanted me to do it. My sister just wanted to be fucked and listen to my heart pound. I grabbed her firm ass and moved her on me. She would cooperate by rolling her hips and assist with the thrusts some, but it was my pace and my effort mainly. I pulled her against me harder and she responded with her 'hug.' Our motions were getting erratic and I came. Shooting my cum deep inside her she jerked her hips a few more times and came again.

 

I sat up and laid her on her back between my legs. I ran my hands over her body cupping her little tits. Pulling my cock out of her I cupped my hand over her hairless little slit. She felt hot and wet. My sister just lay there smiling up at me. I caught my sperm as is drained out of her and rubbed it all over her chest and played with her now slick nipples.

 

"Yes, I love your stuff on me. I feel so naughty for some reason, why?"

 

"I think its because it is so special and that most people would probably think we were weird or something."

 

"We are not weird are we?"

 

"I don't think so, but who cares."

 

"Yeah, who cares."

 

 

***

 

That afternoon we lounged around our room naked in the summer heat and talked.

 

"Know what else I want for my birthday?"

 

"What?"

 

I moved my hand farther down from where it rested on her belly and probed a very sweaty slick finger on her anus. She just moaned and rolled over and presented her ass to me. I found the tube of KY we stole from Mom and squirted some out on her. As my finger put a little pressure on her pucker, it just opened up and it slid in.

 

"And we felt naughty before, just wait," I said in a low voice.

 

I pushed quite a bit of the gel in her pink little rose. God it was a sexy sight. She was on her knees with her legs spread and her face on the bed arching her back. Some of my cum was still leaking out of her hairless pussy from several hours earlier and there I was with a finger buried in her ass.

 

With my cock coated with the jelly I rubbed the head around her little ass. I pushed on her crinkled hole, and it slowly opened to let me in. My sister groaned, and I paused with the head inside. I was throbbing with passion and afraid I would shoot off then, but I managed to calm down. Slowly I shoved another couple inches inside and paused. Jane just lay there with her eyes closed and breathing short little breaths through her mouth. A little more went in and she moaned. I pulled back out and went back in and did not stop until my balls pressed against her hot sex.

 

Anal sex was exciting, and we both had to be in the mood to do it. Except for the sphincter mainly she did not really grip me like her tight little pussy did. The forbidden aspect though usually got us going. Jane just lay there, and I started to thrust into her. I reached down and leaned over her grabbing her tits with one hand and her clit with the other. Keeping my rhythm with all three was hard work, but Jane came quickly that way. Soon, I reached my peak, and held still buried in to the root and sprayed her bowels with my cum.

 

I just leaned over her still inside her ass and breathed heavily.

 

"I can feel your heartbeat down there, I love to feel your heart beat, especially when it's inside me."

 

I kissed her on her ear and said, "Just lay there, I will be right back" and went and got a washcloth to clean her up after I washed in the bathroom.

 

"I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you."

 

"Me too," she replied.

 

***

We got birthday letters from Henry and Helen the next day. All that time we have written each other. Jane's letter always came to 'my' house as we told them. Most of the time we read each other's letters but not always. Jane read the ones I wrote pretty much all the time, but sometimes she did not share hers with me. That did not bother me. She wrote Helen every month or sometimes more often. A few weeks after our birthday Jane got a letter from Helen. I was laying on the couch reading a book when Jane came out and stood by the couch. I looked at her and could tell something was wrong. She came to me and lay down with me when I tugged on her and started sobbing.

 

"What's wrong?"

 

She just handed me the letter.

 

Helen wrote,

 

<i>

 

Dear Jane,

 

I did not want to believe it, but I just can't help it now. I know about you and Brett, your brother. At first I was shocked then I remembered how you loved each other. I looked at the pictures of that summer we spent and could see it. There was nothing your said or wrote that specifically gave it away just a whole bunch of little things. Having to write you both at the same address. Your stories about you homes, they were almost identical except from the different viewpoint. The things you write to me that you two do. It all adds up. I first thought you lived in the same house only but then thought, that's not possible. But it would be possible if you were related. Cousins I thought, but you described identical mothers and home lives with no father around. I really want to know the whole story. I will not get you guys in trouble, not even sure I could if I wanted to from here in Denmark anyway. Please write back to me. I am still your friend. It must be hard to keep this huge secret all the time.

 

Your friend,

Helen

 

</i>

 

Putting the letter down I gave Jane a hug and told her as she sobbed, "Shh, it's alright. It will be alright," until she calmed down.

 

"Relax sweetheart, it's okay, you did not do anything wrong." It was weird, whenever Jane got upset like this I was calm and supportive, even if I was just as worried as she were. The few times I was really upset Jane was there to comfort me.

 

"Go get your paper and a pen, I will help you write back to Helen."

 

She returned, and I motioned for her to lay on me and had her use my chest as a table. We spent an hour or so writing her back.

 

{block}

 

Dear Helen,

 

I read your letter and thought I was going to die because you would take Brett away from me. We are all we have got. Our Mom is a drunk who is never home or passed out when she is. She goes from one abusive boyfriend to the next. We have different Dads who we never see and can hardly remember. Brett has taken care of me since I was a baby. He fed, washed and cared for me. I guess he was my Mom and Dad when I was little even though he is only four years older than me. He is also my best friend and has been since I was old enough to have a friend. I am his best friend. We have always spent all our free time together, we even work together and sleep in the same bed since I was a baby. The first time we had sex was great. I was just as excited and anxious for it as he was after our first kiss even at seven. I hope you can understand we are in love and will be together the rest of our lives. I still want you to come to my wedding if you don't hate me.

 

Your friend,{br}Jane

 

 

{/block}

 

 

 

"You said everything you needed to say, if she doesn't like it, tough. I am not giving you up for anything. You are mine and I am going to marry you."

 

"How, they don't let brothers and sisters get married."

 

"I figured when you are eighteen we can go to Canada or another country and get married there, they won't be able to tell we are related and it’s legal in this country."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yup, just five more years and you will be my wife. And don't worry about other people finding out about us. We will move, and the older we get the less weird it will seem for us to live together and stuff so people won't get suspicious."

 

"Good."

 

"Let's go to the pool."

 

"Okay, but I want a new swimsuit."

 

"What's wrong with the old one?"

 

"It's for a little girl; I want a bikini."

 

"Lets go!" I jumped up and ran and got my swimsuit and stuff. Helping Jane pick out a bikini was my idea of fun.

 

Jane just laughed at me and grabbed a towel.

 

At the department store, we headed back to the young women's part. My sister and I picked through the swimsuits. I got a few odd looks, but I just ignored them. Simply looking for the smallest bikini I could find; I would hold one up now and then to get my sister's opinion. She had a couple in hand when I found a small dark blue bikini. The look on my face made my sister take pity on me, and she took it in with her to try on with the others. It seemed like forever until she came out in one she chose. It was okay but did not set my blood racing.

 

"Do you like it?"

 

"It's okay, try the others though."

 

She came out in another, neon green and it made her skin look waxy. I frowned.

 

"Yeah, not a good color."

 

This time it seemed to take forever but she came out in a red one that looked good.

 

"Well?"

"Much better, but aren't you gonna try the one I picked out on? Please?"

 

She gave me a devilish smile and said, "I guess."

 

It was lust at first sight. There were two little triangles cupping her pert little tits. The bottom panel was cut low and accented her long graceful legs and belly. The back showed just enough ass to get me going. My sister had a fantastic body. The color set of her eyes nicely too. Jane could read me like a book. She knew I was sold but wanted to tease me some.

 

"I don't know..." she said.

 

"It's perfect, you have to get that one!"

 

"Maybe, if I get it what will you do for me?"

 

"Anything!"

 

"Anything? Anything I want anytime or place?"

 

"Yes, anything!"

 

"Okay, deal," she agreed and went in to change.

 

I gladly paid for the suit, and we headed to the pool. We spent the time to drive well out of our neighborhood so we would not be recognized whenever we went to the pool. As we walked to the pool Jane held my hand. I paid and hurriedly changed into my swim team Speedo's and waited outside the girls' locker for my sister. She walked out looking like a little sex goddess. I could see her erect nipples. Jane had never worn anything so revealing in public before even though when we hiked and camped we laid out naked sunning. She looked nervous until she saw me and broke into a smile. You could see some very faint tan lines, but my sister never tanned dark. I liked her fair skin and slavishly kept her oiled with sun block. Although I had blonde hair I was darker than she was, but she said she liked me this way. She thought I looked like a blonde sun god and I would just laugh at her but thank her for the compliment. I scooped her up into a hug and gave her a hot kiss and whispered in her ear before setting her down, "You look like a super model or something."

 

We walked and found a spot to drop our towels after checking our clothes. Now was the best part, and with the little bity swim suit I would be rubbing my sister down with sun block. She did her front and lay down for me to do her back. I squirted some out on her back and feeling wicked untied her top to get at her whole back. Oh she had soft skin. I rubbed every inch of her taught body I could in public. Her legs were great and when I did her silk soft inner thighs I made sure to give her fat little pussy a rub or two. I was aroused when I finished, and I knew she was too.

 

"Let's get in the water Jane."

 

"Okay."

 

The pool was not crowded at that time having mostly kids and an occasional parent. We were both strong swimmers. I was faster than she was, but I was faster than most people in the state were, probably the country. We played, and I spent some time on the diving board.

 

After spending some time at the boards, I noticed Jane was near three boys and a girl who were a little older than her, maybe freshmen. They were all hanging on the side in the six feet section occasionally swimming a little. I swam close to listen in.

 

"Come on, it will be fun."

 

"Yeah, Josh has great parties."

 

"I have a boyfriend," my sister stated.

 

"So, I can drive and I don't see any little boyfriend around now," a pimply faced skinny kid stated.

 

"Yeah, where is this boyfriend of yours," asked another one, he was sort of fat and maybe fourteen.

 

I wanted to hear how this went so I ducked down under and hid when Jane looked my direction. Jane would never go with them, and I was not worried about her finding somebody else, I had just never seen my sister in this kind of situation and I wanted to see how she handled herself. Surfacing again when I eventually ran out of breath I heard the girl say, "...did you get that suit, it's cute."

 

"At the mall, my boyfriend picked it out."

 

"Did your mommy take you to get it and let your little boyfriend come," the pimply-faced one asked in a nasty voice.

 

I was beginning to dislike him. It's one thing to try to pick up a girl, but he was being rude and would not take no for an answer it seemed.

 

Jane was getting annoyed, "No, he drove me over and bought it for me."

 

"On his little mo'ped?"

 

"Yeah on his mo'ped," the fat one parroted.

 

I decided she needed rescuing now and swam up and wrapped my arms around her from behind giving her a kiss on her ear.

 

"Hey sexy," I greeted Jane.

 

They all looked surprised at this. Although we were in the water to our necks, they could tell I was older and larger than they and better looking if I do say so myself.

 

"What ya doing?"

 

"Telling these two that I had a boyfriend and they did not believe me."

 

"They stupid or something?"

 

Jane just shrugged.

 

"You guys bothering my girlfriend?"

 

"Um, no, we just were asking if she wanted to go to a party with us," the pimply one said.

 

"Do you," I asked Jane.

 

"No," Jane stated.

 

"So what's the problem then," I asked.

 

"Those two," nodding towards the fat one and pimply one, "Would not leave me alone, they said you rode a mo'ped and were my 'little boyfriend'," my sister explained.

 

"I see."

 

I hopped out of the water and reached down and lifted my sister out by her hands and set her on the deck on her feet. It was meant to intimidate them, and I think it worked. Jane was far from heavy, but it would have taken two of those boys to lift her out, and I made it look easy. I was pretty strong from swimming, training, and my job, plus at seventeen I was pretty much full-grown with a man's physique. Looking down I warned the two guys, "If I see you bother my girl again you better hope the lifeguards are good at CPR."

 

End Chapter Twenty

 

 

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