Chapter 38: A Little Possessive

Jr. missed several days of school. Not many people noticed. He was not well liked, and word must not have spread about why he was gone. There were a few rumors. A couple of my friends had seen Jane, or heard about her, through younger siblings. She was not in bad shape but when a kid, especially a girl; shows up to school with a healing fat lip, and black eye, people ask questions. I gave out no information, as usual. Jane talked some. She was just so glad that Jr. had got the crap beat out of him, that she had to tell her friends when they asked.

As soon as Jr. came back to school, gossip spread like crazy. There was little doubt what had happened to Jr. He looked bad, real bad. I suppose things would have been less noteworthy, if I had not seemed so unhurt. My face was fine, and a couple split knuckles drew very little attention. Jr. on the other hand looked like a truck hit him. Broken nose, stitches, and bruises gave testament to our confrontation. I was a celebrity for a while. Seeing Jr. made me feel both powerful, and confident, along with some feelings of guilt. I am just a softhearted guy. Even though I hated him, I pitied him, too. Jane's feelings were much less conflicting. She hated him, and was glad that he was in pain. I guess that if he attacked me, I might feel the same.

John's plan to become a family with us, did not materialize. I think our Mom's lack of enthusiasm, combined with their drunken binges on the Saturday nights, were the cause. That John still had it in for me, and somewhat for Jane, there was no doubt. He just did not seem to be able to figure out how to carry out his wishes. I was on my guard, and tolerated nothing. I made it perfectly clear he had no authority over us, what so ever. The next few weeks were quiet ones. Jr. healed, but he never came back to our house. He could have been scared, but I think he was just embarrassed, mainly. I really didn't care. Jane and I were just glad he didn't come around. Things at school calmed down when something new came along for everybody to talk about. I could see in Jr. when we saw each other I had made an enemy for life and that he would not forget.

As we drove home from school in the middle of April, Jane turned to me and said, "You haven't ever been to a dance, at school, have you?"

Surprised, I replied in the negative: "Nuh uh. Why?" I did not know what she was angling at.

"A boy asked me to our dance, today. I thought about you, and all the dances you didn't get to go to, cause you couldn't take me."

"And?"

"Oh, I told him 'no'. He's not even cute. Besides, I don't want to go to any dance, except with you. Anyway, isn't the prom, like, coming up?"

I nodded.

"Anybody ask you?"

I shook my head, and said, "No."

"Ask anybody, yet?"

"No, not yet," I replied, having figured out what she was getting at.

"Not yet? As in, you are planning on asking somebody?"

"Kind of."

I pulled into the driveway, and turned to Jane, but she hopped out and was headed towards the door. She looked mad. I got a little mad, too. Quickly, I got out of the Jeep. I ran after her, catching the door as she slammed it. I kicked it closed, behind me. I ran, and grabbed her up in my arms.

"Hey, now. Give me a chance."

She was struggling some, just enough to let me know she was mad. I knew though, that she did not want to get away. She didn't want to have me put her down, either.

"Jane, will you NOT go to the prom with me," I asked, with a smile.

She frowned at that.

I kissed her down turned lips.

"Sweetheart, I am not going to the prom. I am taking my super sexy sister, whom I love more than anything in the world by the way, out to dinner, and dancing. Then we'll go to our spot, to make love all night long. Want to come?"

Jane gave me her smile, the one that said 'I love you', and quietly said, "Yeah."

She wrapped herself tightly around me, and we shared a hot wet kiss.

Pulling back, I looked into my love's eyes, and said, "Jane, I am yours right?"

I got a nod in reply.

"If I belong to you, it's alright to get a little possessive, ok? As far as I am concerned, you have total say over me. I gave myself to you. Understand? Go ahead, get possessive, I won't mind. I will probably like it. When I say something like that (and tease you), you are allowed to tell me that I am not going to the prom, with some girl. I really want you to tell me how you feel. Don't storm off, mad, anymore. I would rather you kick me, and call me a 'jerk' or something. Tell me that I am going to be busy worshiping my fiancée. Understand? It feels good that you want me all to yourself."

"Yeah. You are mine. I get a say in what you do, and you get a say in what I do?"

"Exactly. I don't, and won't, ever tell you what to do. But we are a couple, so we decide things together. You know I like to tease; and most of the time, you like me teasing you. But it seems that whenever I tease about some other girl, you get upset. You should know that I love you. I truly love you! You are all I want. My teasing about going to a dance, is sort of like flirting. I do it, to 'get you going'. It means I want to play, and I want to get you naked, and get inside of you."

"Okay, then. Get naked," my sister ordered me, hopping down.

She had changed gears, quickly.

I grinned at her, and started to strip. She just watched me, with a lusty hungry look, in her eye. Once I was bare, I moved towards her.

She smiled, backed up, and said, "I didn't say to move."

I stopped, and looked at her. She was alternating between licking her lips, looking at my hardening cock, and looking into my eyes. All my swimming had given me a body I liked. The girls sure liked it, also. They teased me about it at school, some. I was tall, with wide shoulders. I had long lean muscles. My chest was bare of hair, then, and I guess it gave me the look of youthful virility.

"Two can play this game, girl," I growled. "Since you're mine, get on your knees."

Jane got to her knees, and stared at my bouncing cock, with lust. I crooked my finger at her, and she walked on her knees, towards me. When my hard cock hit her cheek, I moved my hips. I rubbed my cock all over her face. Jane just knelt there, fully clothed, and closed her eyes. She sighed in satisfaction, rolling her face as my cock ran over her skin, leaving trails of pre-cum.

I ran it over her lips, and said, "Open your mouth."

My sister's pink lips opened. I ran my cock past them; into her hot, wet, mouth. Her tongue came alive on my cock, as she started to suck on me. Her hands came up, and caressed my ass and balls, as she knelt there servicing me. There was no doubt that Jane loved my cock. Her mouth and tongue were wildly active on me, and I could see she clearly enjoyed having me. As she lustily licked and sucked on my cock, I ran my fingers through her fine straight brown hair, and helped her by slowly thrusting.

Jane's eyes were open as she made love to me, looking up into my eyes. She started to suck harder, as she detected my impending orgasm. As I was about to come; she rimmed her hot little tongue around the tip of my cock, and wrapped her hands around my shaft, and jerked. I let go, and spurted into my sister's mouth. She did not let up, and continued to suck and lick, as I came. It was a very intense blow job, one of her best. I filled her mouth up. Her cheeks were bulging with my sperm and my cock, as she looked up at me. Slowly she backed off. A sticky strand of cum, attaching her lips to my cock; stretched, then snapped. I could tell she had my cum in her mouth, still. She smiled up at me, and swallowed it with one big gulp.