When opportunity knocks, the wise person opens the door.
"The door's open Jamie." Slowly, Jamie, my little sister, cracked open the door to peek in. "Jamie, just open the door and come in."
At ten years old, Jamie is very shy and afraid to interrupt anyone doing anything. She has to peek before entering. She is goofy in a fun way and never bothers me. She has pretty dark blond hair tied in a pony tail most days, and a pretty smile.
I am just 18 months older, 11 going on 12. I hit my stride as puberty kicked in a few months ago and I grew almost eight inches taller and began filling out. Mom can't keep me on clothes that fit. Well, that's her complaint anyway.
"Zane, can you help me fix my bike, something happened with the chain and Mary and I want to ride bikes."
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Nine years passed and Jamie and I grew into our adult form. Today, I am 20 and Jamie is on the high side of 18. We continue living at home and go to school at our small local college. We know that living at home saves our parents thousands of dollars every semester so we decided on our own to take on a lot of house keeping responsibilities.
The summer session is on and we have classes to attend; however, my summer load is just two courses and they are both on Tuesday and Thursday. Jamie has two courses also on Tuesday and Thursday. Even after homework, studying, and our chores at home, we have plenty of time for sun, fun, and dates.
"Zane," Jamie began as we took a break from yard work, "Dave Smyth asked me to see a movie with him but I'm just not sure."
I know Dave and know his style. "Wear your chastity belt."
"I've heard the stories. They can't all be true. Why don't you ask Marcie out and double with me and Dave?"
Marcie is one of my favorite girlfriends, a lot of fun, funny, and attractive. "Can't. She went to Maine for a few weeks. If you go out with Dave, keep your cell on and call me if you need me to rescue you."
We worked a couple more hours outside before we could stop, put away tools, and get cleaned up. I overheard Jamie talking with Dave.
"Yeah, great. Pick me up at seven. I have homework for class tomorrow so I can't stay out too late, midnight at the latest."
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Jamie's voice sounded tear filled and frightened. "I'm at the In&Out on 34 near Glennville, come for me , Zane."
Route 34 near Glennville was an hour away at posted speed limits; I hope no cops are around because posted speeds aren't going to happen. Jamie needs me.
"What are you doing there," the demand in my voice still strong as anger grew knowing that Dave must have played his put out or get out card at the gas station and Jamie got out.
"Dave. He said we were going to ride around for a while then head back home. When we got here, he told me to get out if I wasn't going to, you know, with him."
I told Jamie I was on my way and I drove fast, blew through stop signs, kept flashing my lights, and blowing the horn as I passed the few cars out at this hour. Jamie was in trouble and Dave had only hours to live if I had my way. Even at the speeds and reckless way I drove, it still took almost 45 minutes to reach where Jamie waited.
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Jamie's call came about 12:30 and even driving like an idiot it was 1:30 in the dark morning before I reached where she waited. When she saw my car pull up to her, relief flashed across her face. The car barely stopped before she grabbed at the door handle and fell into the passenger side next to me.
"I love you, Zane," were her first words then she stretched across the console and kissed me a sisterly chaste kiss on the lips. I knew from her demeanor she was not hurt physically. "He didn't think I would get out."
I reached my hand for hers and laced my fingers in her fingers, "Jamie, I love you, too. I'm glad I am here for you and Dave is going to get his reward." Putting my hands back on the wheel, I began the hour long drive home. No doubt we will miss our first classes later in the morning; Jamie slumped in the seat and fell into a deep sleep. With Jamie safely in my car, I drove home like a cautious driver sticking to the speed limit and kept my eyes open for hazards.
One hazard I hadn't expected was the hazard seated less than two feet from me. In her excitement to get in my car, Jamie's already short skirt rode up her thighs and exposed far too much of the juncture at her hips. Even in her boy-short panty, the outline of her labia was visible.
"Jamie, adjust your clothes." She mumbled something in her sleep that sounded like okay; yet, she didn't move. Oh well, I thought to myself, nothing different from what I see when she wears a bikini. I reached a small throw in the back seat and covered her legs and hips.
The drive was uneventful except for Jamie mumbling in her sleep. I surmised she had a lot on her subconscious mind and was talking it out in her sleep. I heard her say my name a couple times and heard her sigh as she did. No doubt she was relieved that I was there for her.
I woke Jamie when we got home and she asked why I covered her legs. When she pulled the cover away to see how she exposed herself, the blush colored her skin a ruby red. She was embarrassed and quickly adjusted her clothes as she stepped from the car. She wasn't fast enough to cover her delicate well shaped and firm butt cheeks. I thought to myself again, nothing more than when she wears a bikini.
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Our parents are modern progressive people who generally leave Jamie and I to making our own decisions. They are both in the legal field with a thriving private practice. Mom must have heard me leave at 12:30 or so in the night and quizzed me about it.
My explanation made her smile, "You are wonderful to care for her like that." Then she added a stern admonition, "Don't go after Dave physically in a fight. There are other ways." Her knowing look told me she was sincere in both points and I promised to leave it be. She was not happy we would miss our first classes even though she understood.
When Jamie finally started making her morning rounds, I was already showered and ready for the day. I could make my first class; however, that would leave Jamie no transportation to her second class. Jamie drives but she doesn't have a car of her own, yet.
"Zane," I heard her say my name although the way she said it had a different quality than usual. "You are the best guy a girl can have in her life."
"Even with your just woke up bad hair look, you are the prettiest girl I've seen all morning."
"I'm the only girl you've seen this morning."