Chapter 50: My B-Day

I woke to the amazing sensation of Jane's mouth, sucking on my cock. Normally, I am the first to wake, and I am the one doing the molesting! Jane was kneeling between my legs, giving me a fantastic blowjob. Her eyes were closed, and I could tell she was enjoying herself. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, to keep it out of the way, and her hands were running over my body.

"I love you," I said, looking at her.

She opened her eyes, and smiled around my cock, as she reached for my hands. Surprised she was not nude, I tried to sit up, to see if she had my present on. Only Jane would not let me. I was pushed back down, and she did not pause in sucking on me. Jane looked into my eyes, and with a pop, released my cock. She straightened up to sit back on her ankles. I was in lust. My sister looked stunning. She had on a little white semi-transparent babydoll, only buttoned over her breasts and matching tiny white panties.

"Happy Birthday," Jane purred at me.

"God, you look hot."

"You like?" she teased, putting a finger in her mouth, acting shy.

I sat up and roughly grabbed her, and hugged her tightly to my body. I kissed her hungrily. She gave a little squeak, as I crushed her to me. Then she wrapped her arms around me and clung to me, as tightly as I did to her. Pulling back, I looked at her face, and her now swollen lips.

Jane just drove me crazy. Her fair skin and intense blue eyes captured my attention, as always. Some soft brown hair escaped from the tie holding it back, and framed her face. I could not help but smile at her. She smiled back.

"Stand up. I want to see my present."

Jane grinned, and hopped up. She was a wet dream come to life. Jane playfully went through some poses. First, she acted the shy virgin for me. She looked at me from her lowered face, through her eyelashes. She twisted and turned, like a fidgeting little girl. How she managed to blush as she did so, she would never tell me.

Jane then turned the seductress. She ran her hands over her body, lightly. She thrust her swollen little nipples out, and turned to show her round little bottom to my gaze. Bending over looking back over her shoulder, I could see the dampness of her arousal making her panties disappear.

I moved to the edge of the bed as she looked back at me. My hands found their way to her smooth legs. I ran my hands up and down her. Jane sighed letting me know she liked my attentions. I moved them up over her firm ass and around it, caressing her. At the top, I hooked my fingers in her panties and started to pull them down. Jane was not bending over anymore, but she still had her back arched, and was looking back at me over her shoulder. That pose just emphasized her soft ass globes and gently rounded hips, below her tiny waist.

As the upper part of the valley between her buns came into view, I felt like I could come from that sight alone. There is just something about a partially naked girl that arouses me more than nudity can. She just looked so erotic and innocent at the same time, and she was. Her sexuality was natural, and without any inhibition at all. It was both erotic and innocent.

I bent down and kissed her there. Jane sighed again. I could clearly smell her. Over the hills of her round ass, I dragged her panties. When the crotch cleared her pussy, I could see she was soaking. The insides of her thighs were wet.

As the little white panties fell to the floor, I kissed each globe of girlflesh. Gently, I grabbed her hips. I started to turn her around, kissing as I went. Each hip bone got a smooch; her belly got one, and her pudenda got one, too. Her scent was strong now and I was quickly being overcome with desire. Jane had her fingers in my hair, as I just looked at her very swollen nether lips. They were a deep red, and glistened wetly. Her erect little bud peeked out of its hood, and was calling to me. I gave in. I ran my tongue from as far back as I could snake it forward to her clit. I gave it a sucking wet kiss. When I pulled back to look at my lover's face, she surprised me. Jane had a look of such desire and love on her face, it was clearly adoration. It was like I was her personal god and her soul was mine.

"I love you," she said.

The way she said it sent shivers down my spine and caused my heart to race. Jane was not simply telling me she cared deeply for me. I heard clearly in her voice, that she was forever bound to me. Her heart beat for mine and all that other romantic crap that you hear and think is way over the top was in her voice. And she meant it all. I was filled with love, and was about to shout out for joy.

My common sense got the better of me. I sat up, and took her hands in mine, and said, "I love you!"

The smile, and the look on her face, told me she heard the same things in my voice that I had heard in hers. It warmed my heart to see that she knew how I felt. I gently pulled her closer to me. Jane got on the bed, and sat in my lap. As she lowered herself down, with her hands on my shoulders, I guided her with one hand on her hip and the other holding my cock upright.

As the head of my cock parted her slick folds Jane's eyes got round. It is one of the things that endears her to me, so much. After six very active years of sex it still surprises her some. My breath often catches at the first penetration, too. She just feels so good. I will never get used to the change in the sensation. Going from the air to her hot wet heat is a razor sharp contrast.

Fully encased in her, I felt her soft ass settle onto my thighs. I spread my legs a little and pulled her closer to me. Jane had her hands on my shoulders. She would run them down to my chest and back up; as she sat there mated to me in her baby doll. I ran my hands possessively over her thighs. To her ass. Up her back. To reach around and palm a soft little breast in my hand. I was throbbing with need. Jane felt it and placed her hand over my heart. She smiled at me, and I knew she could feel my pulse in her snug pussy and her fingers.

We did not move. I could not, or I would spurt in her. Jane was as worked up as I. Her sweet juices ran down my cock and over my balls, to soak the sheets. I pulled her closer, to kiss her sweet red lips. As we softly kissed and shared our breath, we had our eyes open. It was a deep, and open look we shared.

Pausing from caressing her lips with mine, I whispered, "Hug me."

I felt her smile, and felt her strong vaginal muscles squeeze my throbbing cock. I groaned into her mouth, and jerked my groin muscles in reply. Jane, in turn, moaned into my mouth. I started to giggle a little, and so did Jane. I moved my hands down and dipped them into her wetness, and started to rim her taught little rosette. Our giggling stopped, and Jane attacked my mouth. She delved deeply into me, and sucked my tongue back into her mouth. She treated it like a little cock. It was my turn to widen my eyes in surprise.

Getting a soft cheek in each hand, I started to move my sister on my cock. I needed my release, badly. It felt like my balls had swollen to the size of grapefruit. Jane released my tongue, but kept her lips on mine, and her eyes locked with mine. Her hands ran over my chest and played with my nipples, as we began to move together. Our pace escalated quickly. When Jane took a deep breath and held it in orgasm, I pulled her tightly to me, and came. I forced my tongue past her lips, and her teeth opened to me. Our eyes closed in bliss, as we peaked together.

I just kept going. My cock jerked in her; over, and over. Jane moaned long and low, into my mouth. She kept her arms tightly wrapped around me, as our passion cooled.

Jane said quietly into my ear, "I'm yours."

"That's all I ever wanted," I replied."

We sat there together, quietly. I lost my hardness and slithered out of her. Our groins were coated with our juices. Jane sensually rubbed her slick lips over my still swollen, but soft, cock.

"As much as I would love to spend the whole day with you rubbing your pussy all over me, we really should get up, and get moving."

"I know. It just feels so good."

"Good doesn't begin to describe it."

"How about? Hmm, good is the best I can think of."

"True. It is good."

"No, it's not good. It's gooood," Jane explained, drawing out the 'oo' on the second one.

"Okay. Our new word: it's goooood. It's for when you rub your sexy little pussy on me, or I rub my cock on you."

"Okay. But it's my cock, and this is your pussy. Remember, you gave it to me?" Jane teased, as she ground herself on me to emphasize her point.

"Don't worry, I remember. I think I got the better part of the deal, though."

"That's okay. I think I got the better trade. Works out better that way."

"Let's get up now. Thank you for the perfect birthday present. As much as I would love to throw you down and fill you up again, I'm afraid there just isn't life in your toy, right now. You and Kim wore him out."

"That's okay. Your little pussy is kind of sore, too," Jane said thoughtfully.

We got breakfast and a shower. I washed Jane as usual, and she did the same for me. Dressed, we went and rented a trailer for the one-way trip to California. I was overly careful turning with it for a while, then pretty much forgot it was there. It was not that big. A Jeep will only pull so much. We started loading up. We took our time and did not waste any space. It surprised us how much stuff we had accumulated. The only furniture we were taking was a mattress, folding table, and two folding chairs. It would be enough to get by, until we found some used when we got there. Jane and I felt it was enough. If the mattress had not fit into the trailer, it would have been left behind. Our camping gear would have been enough. The previous week Mr. G. and I had done a tune up on the Jeep's engine, and he pronounced it sound. It was capable of lasting another ten years with regular maintenance. Our poor Jeep did not get glowing gas mileage. It had the larger engine, and heavy duty drive train. But Mr. G. said it was as tough as they got. I felt better having his approval.

We had lunch with the G.'s. It was our goodbye to them. They would be up to see us off, I had no doubt. Mrs. G. was weepy and sad, but happy at the same time. We promised to call and write. Then we left, having gotten dozens of hugs from her, and a few from him. After leaving them, we had about an hour before we were due over at Kim and Stacy's.

I looked at Jane and said, "Time for you to learn how to drive."

She looked at me with a surprised expression, "Really?"

"Yup. You can drive some on the way out. Want to?"

"YES!"

"Okay. Lets go someplace to practice."

Jane caught on fast. She had sat on my lap many times before, steering. That was her first time however, alone in the driver's seat. It helped that the Jeep would go at idle, if you put it in first with any skill. The thing was damn near impossible to kill. Downshifting took a little practice, but she could do it in a pitch. In less than an hour I pronounced her ready for the highway driving our move would entail.

At Kim and Stacy's, I was greeted by a horney twelve year old. Kim flung open the door, and pulled me inside. She then pulled me down for a kiss. I lifted her up, holding her soft ass. When she was satisfied, I got a big smile.

"Happy Birthday."

"Thank you."

I set her down, and she went over and kissed Jane. Stacy was standing off a little, watching us. I gave her a smile.

"Hi, Stace."

"Hi, Brett."

I walked up to her, and she smiled and said, "Happy Birthday."

"Thanks."

We just looked at each other. I stood a little closer making her look up at me. Her breath caught a little, and I could see she wanted to kiss me.

"It's my birthday. You have to kiss me."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me down. I put my arms around her, and pulled her close. That kiss was full of feeling and desire. With my hands on her butt, I ground her against my leg. She just clutched me tighter. Scooping her up, I held her and kissed her. I lowered her a little, and rubbed her pussy on my hard cock. That broke her kiss and the moment. With her feet back on the ground, she looked a little flushed.

"Thanks," I told her.

"Anytime."

Jane wrapped her arms around me from behind, pressing her breasts against me, and looked around under my arm.

"Where are your parents?" Jane asked.

"With some realtor friend, looking at pictures of houses in Los Angeles. Should be gone a couple hours."

"Brett, go sit down I want to give you your present," Kim ordered.

"Okay."

I went, and sat down. Jane cuddled in next to me, and Stacy was in the chair again. Kim came back with her hands behind her back.

"Don't be shy."

Kim smiled, and handed me a wrapped box. Inside was a framed picture of her and me. I remembered when Jane took it. Kim was riding on my back, and her cheek was next to mine. We were both obviously happy.

"Thank you. This is one of my favorite pictures of you. I hope you didn't give me your only copy."

"No. Stacy helped me get another copy. I still got mine on my dresser."

"Good. Now we have the same picture."

She then shyly handed me a card. This one was hand made, just like Jane's.

It Read:

To my first love.
My heart belongs to you.
I will always love you.
Thank you for loving me.
I will miss you.

Friends and lovers forever.
Kim

I was touched by her note. I was simple and honest, and showed uncommon maturity and insight. Just like her love for us. I felt the fool for doubting her. I never doubted Jane's love for me. Her youth did not mean she loved any less than I.

"That is wonderful. Thank you Kim."

I pulled her into my lap, and had her straddle my legs so we were face to face. Looking her in the eyes, I took her hands in mine.

"Kim. I love you. You are beautiful, and I am lucky to have you. I will love you the rest of my life."

Kim started to cry a little. I kissed her tears away, and held her.

She said in a quiet voice, "I will love you for the rest of my life, too."

We shared a sweet kiss, and Jane read the card.

"That's beautiful. I would have wrote the same thing."

The two girls shared a cuddle and kiss.

Stacy looked at me and said, "I didn't write you a note, but I wanted to get you something, too. It's to remember me by, and for your birthday."

She handed me a wrapped box. Inside was another picture in a frame. She kind of grinned at me, and shrugged at all the picture giving. It was a picture of me holding her, cradled in my arms, at the pool. I was trying to throw her in, but she would not let go. Jane took our picture, as I had turned to ask for her help. Jane had ended up pushing us both in.

"I may not be 'in love' with you Brett, but I do love you, and could fall in love with you, pretty easy."

"Same here. I love you too, Stacy. You are a beautiful girl, and I will miss you and your kisses."

"Do you mind, Jane?" Stacy asked getting ready to sit in my lap.

"Nope. Go ahead," she smiled and told her friend.

Stacy settled in my lap, and had her arms around my neck when she turned to Kim, "Can I kiss him, Kim?"

"Yeah," Kim replied happily.

She was not jealous, and was thrilled to be taken seriously enough for her sister to ask permission.

Stacy and I must have made out for twenty minutes. I did glance over at my girls, to see them doing the same. It was wonderful. When we pulled apart, I was finally satisfied. I did not have to hold back at all, and kissed her how I wanted.

"I'm glad we finally got to do that," I told Stacy

"Me, too," she said, giving me a last kiss and getting up.

"My turn," Kim called out, and jumped to take Stacy's place.

Kim fit better on my lap than Stacy did. She was not as soft, but she felt much better to me.

Jane and Stacy were talking, but I could not keep my attention on what they said. Kim was learning. Kissing her was getting more and more like kissing Jane. Kim just imitated her. I stood up, holding Kim, and started to walk upstairs to her room. I wanted to fuck her pretty badly. Inside her room, I dropped her onto the bed, and quickly stripped. Kim just lay there, watching me.

I grabbed a foot, and pulled her to me. I removed her socks, and kissed her toes. Up her smooth leg I went. She did not shave her legs yet. There was no need. There was just soft blonde little hairs. At her inner thighs, I started to push her shirt up, and kiss her belly. Pausing at her white training bra, I looked up at her. She was avidly watching me.