Chapter 1: In The Beginning

Jimmy looked out the window at the pouring rain. She was late again. Their mother might not have cared about what time Jane came home but he did. It was nearly midnight, and she'd promised him she'd be home at eleven. She knew he'd be waiting up for her too, so where was she? And then he saw her. Jane was walking determinedly through the rain wearing a short denim skirt and a t-shirt with a jacket over the top. She had to be wet through. Jimmy fumed. That asshole boyfriend had made her walk home in the rain.

Jimmy opened the door as she came down the drive. He'd already got a towel for her. He held it out as she came through the door.

"Oh, Jimmy. You're a hero as always", she said from under towel as she scrubbed at her hair.

"You're late", he complained. "Yeah, I know, you had to walk home", he said. Then, "That guys an asshole!!"

"You're right. Brian dumped me, then kicked me out of his car miles from here".

Jimmy just shook his head in disgust. "Well, I can go to bed now you're home", he said.

Jane smiled then for the first time since she'd got home, and hugged Jimmy close. "Goodnight squirt", she said.

"Hey, you're only taller than me cos of those shoes", he said. "And god dammit you're shivering", he said suddenly realising the facts. "Go and get out of those wet things and get dried off, I'll make you a hot drink", so saying he turned and headed for the kitchen without a backward glance.

Jane's heart swelled with love for her little brother. He really did care for her more than their mother, and certainly more than their absentee father. She trudged up the stairs to her room and stripped out of her clothes and towelled quickly dry before pulling on a warm thick robe and trying to get her hair something like dry. There was a soft knock at the door and she told Jimmy to come in. He was carrying a steaming mug of coffee, which she accepted gratefully. They said their goodnights and Jimmy went yawning to his room.

It was perhaps twenty minutes later that a movement of the bed woke Jimmy as Jane slid in to it at his back and proceeded to snuggle up to him. "Jane?"

She smiled. "Yes, Jimmy, its me. I was still cold and thought you'd be warm. Do you mind?" she asked, slipping an arm around him.

"No, of course not", said Jimmy, and covered her hand with his own entwining his fingers with hers.

Jane snuggled closer if that were possible and kissed Jimmy lightly on the back of the neck, sending a pleasurable shudder down his spine. "Goodnight sweet Jimmy", she whispered in his ear.

"Night, Sis", he said, and tried to go back to sleep.

But he couldn't do it. He knew what she was wearing for one thing. He got the pyjama bottoms, she got the pyjama tops. Her dainty little foot was resting atop one of his, and the smooth flesh of her calf was pressed against his till her knee pressed into the back of his and her thigh maintained contact all the way up to his butt. Her long nailed fingers twitched against his naked torso occasionally making his muscles twitch in return. He could feel that her nipples had swelled as she slept, and now the twin points burned into his back. If all that hadn't been enough, her warm, moist, regular breath, blew across the nape of his neck and it felt like someone rubbing a velvet glove up and down his spinal chord. Jimmy's mind knew it was his eighteen year old sister that snuggled against him for warmth, but his fifteen year old body reacted only to the physical stimulus, and he was hard as a rock, and his whole body had become tense with it. He thought about rubbing it to make it go down, and that made him think about his sister who had caused his erection. Could he masturbate without waking Jane? He didn't think so. A few minutes later Jimmy gently lifted Jane's arm and rolled slowly and quietly away from her, so he was as far across the bed as possible, but now he was facing her. In truth there was no more than two feet between them anywhere, and they still touched at the knees. By degrees Jimmy began to relax, but he was still hard as he now watched Jane's beautiful face as she slept. You'd never be able to call her anything else he thought. In the moonlight her pale blonde hair looked like a silver halo as it curled gently around her face, her big deep blue eyes were closed of course but Jimmy knew their beauty well. He liked her pretty little tip tilted nose too, and her full lipped smile, which still bore much of her glossy lipstick, were lips that just cried out to be kissed. Not by Jimmy of course, but that was how he thought about them.

It took a few minutes for puzzlement to register on those features, something had changed, and to Jimmy's dismay Jane's eyes flickered open. Beautiful pools of drowning blue regarded him for a moment before she spoke. "Whatcher doin' way over there? You were so nice and warm to cuddle", she said. As she said this her right hand had slid across under the covers and it was now sliding up Jimmy's smooth, firm, hairless chest, up his neck to cup his face, where she gently began to stroke him as she would if she were sitting on the sofa and he laid with his head in her lap. "Ooooooh, who's shivering now? Get back over here and let me keep you warm", she commanded.

Jimmy saw no possible argument that didn't reveal the truth of things, so he did as he was told. Jane pulled him close again and snuggled into him, entwining his legs with her own and sliding her arm around him again she began to trace random designs on his chest with a fingertip.

"You're awful tense", she whispered in his ear.

"Uh-huh", he grunted in reply.

"Am I making you tense?" She asked. "Are you worried that I shouldn't be in your bed?"

Jimmy had never even considered this, and said so.

Jane's wandering fingertip traced its pattern a little lower toward the taught muscles of Jimmy's stomach. "Ummmmmmmmmmm, Jimmy?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you... that is... do you have... ummmmmmm... an erection?"

"jeeeeeeeeez Sis"

Jane's hand was now travelling down toward Jimmy's groin as fast as it could go. But Jimmy was faster and clamped a panicky hand around his sister's wrist.

"OKOKOKOKOKOK, that hurts, Jimmy"

"I'm sorry". Jimmy gently moved her hand back up and rubbed gently at her wrist.

"I'm right though", Jane stated simply.

Jimmy nodded, "Yeah, you're right", he said in a voice heavy with embarrassment.

Jane started nuzzling gently at Jimmy's neck and running her foot up and down his calf. "Did I make you hard?" She asked.

"Yeah", said Jimmy in a small voice.

Jane's fingers found Jimmy's nipple and began to tease that too. "So, you'll be wanting a wank then?" she asked.

"Yes", Jimmy admitted.

"I suppose you want me to go back to my cold lonely bed so you can do it in private?" asked Jane.

"Yes", said Jimmy. He was becoming unusually monosyllabic.

"But you'll be thinking about me when you do it?" Asked Jane.

"Uh-huh", embarrassed again.

"In your fantasy will I be sucking your cock? Or will I be on my back while you fuck me hard? Maybe you wanna do me doggy style? Are you gonna come on my face?" Jane punctuated her questions by nipping at Jimmy's neck and pinching his nipple.

Jimmy was getting desperate for her to leave, he'd never masturbated over his sister before. He never looked at her that way, even though he knew she was beautiful, but tonight had changed everything. His engorged cock twitched each time Jane nipped his neck and pinched his nipple. "I love you Jane, I've never thought about you like this before", he said honestly.

"I love you too Jimmy, and that's why I'm staying. You're always doing stuff for me, it's time I did something for you in return. Besides I wanna do it now I've thought about it. Have any of your girlfriends given you a hand job, let alone anything else, yet?" Jane asked trying again to slide her hand lower.

"No", admitted Jimmy. Although Karen Sands had let him play with her breasts till he'd committed the ultimate in embarrassing himself, the poor boy had come in his pants just a few weeks ago. "I don't know about this Jane"

"Well, I do, now let go of my wrist", she said firmly. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was drooling at the thought of what she was about to do, maybe she'd reward Jimmy with something beyond a hand job she thought.