Chapter 3: Doing A Fine Job

I kissed Jane awake the next morning. She 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 of 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. 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 quickly 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."

"It's 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 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 her 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 the boys will 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; 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 really fast before I have to go to work."

I gave mom a 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 her. She told us she would not be around Sunday, her day off, and to not get into trouble. I do not 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 the 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 weren't 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 anywhere overnight before, 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?"