Chapter 12: 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.