Chapter 19: 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."