Chapter 18: 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.