Chapter 36: Private Therapy

Mom came out early, saying she got a long break. We went and sat on one of the benches out front, where people could wait for a table, when the weather was nice.

"So, what happened?" Mom asked.

We launched into the story, and told her about the cops asking about Jr. attacking Jane, after school.

"John is going to be upset."

"Who cares. Jr. started it all. I really don't care what

John thinks. It's a bunch of bull that he thinks he can control Jane and me. You may let him control you, but I won't let him do the same to us."

"That's not fair. He doesn't control me."

"Yes he does, and you know it," I countered, and paused, waiting for her to try to deny it. She just sat there.

"Tomorrow, I am going to change the locks on the house," I said. "He has no right to be there, when you are not home. It's not his house, and it's not fair. We don't like him, even hate him, and we have to have him in our house when you aren't even home!"

"Yeah, Mom. He shouldn't be there, when you aren't. Jr. will always be able to get in when John can. It's not like you could give a key to John, and have Jr. leave it alone. Plus, we don't want either one over," Jane added, trying to help me convince Mom. "I will just ask him not to come over, when I am not at home," Mom said.

"That won't do any good and you know it," I pointed out.

"I have to get back to work," she said and got up and left.

Jane and I sat there watching her hustle back. As she went inside, we looked at each other. Jane was upset. She knew things were going to get worse, and I was afraid she was right.

We went to a twenty-four hour breakfast place, and sat. If we did not have school tomorrow, we would have went camping. After having a breakfast, for dinner, we just hung out there. It was not busy, so the waitress didn't care. Jane grabbed the crayons a kid left on the next table, and we started to color the paper place mats, and write little notes to each other. The notes got sexy, then they got downright pornographic. We wrote about things she wanted to do to me, and things I wanted to do to her. It was a fun game, and we would try to 'one up' the other. I conceded victory to her, with a kiss.

"I want my prize," Jane demanded teasingly.

"I just gave it to you."

"That wasn't enough. I want more. A lot more."

"How much more?"

"I need an injection," she whispered across the table to me.

"Well, you're just going to have to wait."

"I don't wanna. I need it now," she whined at me, and slipped a hand down in her lap. I was immensely turned on. The riskiness of my sister playing with herself in public, was exciting.

"Hmm, maybe if you just hoped up on the table, I could take you right here," I joked.

Jane's eyes widened in surprise and said, "You wish."

"Then don't tempt me, little girl," I replied in my best lecherous voice.

"I can't help it. I'm all hot and wet. I'm gonna leave a wet spot on my seat."

"Follow me, then. If you dare," I said, and got up.

Jane quickly got up, and I felt slick fingers grasp my hand.

I just about stopped and crushed her to me, there. Quickly, we moved to the back of the restaurant, and I led her into the men's restroom.

It was small, and thankfully had a lock. Locking the door, I turned, and had my arms full of girl. Jane leaped into my arms, and wrapped her legs around me. She practically shoved her tongue down my throat, and was rubbing her pussy on my stomach. I reached down, and grabbed her ass, and squeezed. Jane responded, and ran her hands up inside my shirt, feeling my skin.

Jane felt me trying to get access to her jeans, and unsnap them, to get them off her. She unwrapped her legs from me, and hung on to me with her arms around my neck, as I pushed her jeans and panties off her. Quickly, she kicked a shoe off, to allow her to wrap those sexy smooth legs back around me. We went back to tasting each other, and I let my hands roam over her silky softness. I caressed her soft ass globes, and ran my hand down her thighs, enjoying her sheer sexiness. Exploring my sister was always a very sensual experience. She would writhe, and shiver under my touch.