Chapter 13: 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!"