Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Under the terms of the Berne convention all works by this author are copyrighted. Re-posting, redistribution, inclusion in another work, or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a review. For permission, please e-mail: storyguy@hotmail.com or visit my website at:/~storyguy/ JANE GROWS UP - 4 The day of the party finally came and Jane was in her room putting on her costume. She stripped down to her panties and then put on the long sleeve jersey top. Looking into her mirror, she admired how it clung almost like a second skin. Even though she thought her tits were too small, she thought that the top made them look a little bit bigger because they were so well defined. She knew that her mother would not think so but she thought that her eraser sized nipples poking out looked sexy. Satisfied with the top, she took the white tights out of her drawer and slipped them on. She had already put on the skimpiest bikini panties that she owned. She looked into the mirror again. "Something's wrong." she thought. The indentations from the elastic in her panties caused what she perceived as deep valleys in her otherwise smooth look. Feeling a little daring, she took the tights off and then removed her panties. Putting the tights on again, she liked her look better now. No more "dents", just smooth lines. She wasn't revealing anymore than when she had on panties. Who would know? Besides, it made her feel even more sexy knowing that she wasn't wearing panties. After admiring how great she thought that she looked, she pulled the sweatshirt and skirt on. Checking in the mirror again, she tried to visualize what her mother would thing. To her, it was a little on the prudish side so her mother would no doubt approve. She put on a mask and went downstairs for her "inspection." Her mother was in the master bedroom getting ready to go out. Jane knocked on the door and went in at her mother's request. Her mother approved of her costume and even told her that she looked cute. Cute wasn't what Jane wanted. She wanted sexy but thanked her mother anyway. She knew that her mother would probably have a heart attack if she knew what her costume really was. Jane was told that her parents would not be home until late but that her mother would call the house at 10 o'clock, her curfew, to make sure that she was home. Jane's brother was also expected to be home at the same time because "it wasn't safe for a young girl to walk the streets alone at that hour of the night." Jane held her tongue and didn't say anything about that statement. She resented the fact that her mother was still treating her like a little girl but didn't want to risk her mother's wrath. Her brother finally came down wearing what he called a costume. He had on an old, ratty shirt and jeans with holes in them and a mask. He was supposed to be a hobo but Jane thought he looked dumb. She thought of ribbing him about his costume but changed her mind; at least he was going. Grabbing their jackets, the two left to walk to the party. As they walked, Jane made sure that their agreement was still in effect. "You promised to let me do what I wanted, right?" "That's what I said. Why?" Ken answered. "Well, you saw my costume, right?" Jane continued. "Yup." he moaned, "What are you getting at?" "Um, I'm going to make a few changes when I get there..." mumbled Jane. "Changes?" questioned Ken. "Ya, the shirt and sweatshirt are going." explained Jane, "I only wore them so Mom would let me go. You won't say anything will ya?" "Why should I? I could care less what your wearing." Ken answered. "I wasn't going to tell ya but just so you won't freak out on me, there's something else..." Jane cautioned. "Well? What!" blurted Ken. "I'm not wearing any underwear either." Jane whispered. "What? No underwear?" Ken exclaimed. "Its no big deal! You can't see anything! I'm still covered." interrupted Jane, "I was going to wear them but they showed. No one will know." "I told you I don't care what you wear. I'm just amazed that 'Miss Goody Two Shoes' isn't wearing underwear,. That's all." chuckled Ken. "Very funny!" snapped Jane. His comment angered her. She was mad that everyone seemed to think of her as a little girl. "Bet if I wasn't his sister he wouldn't be laughing." she thought. They arrived at the party with no further conversation. "See you at quarter of 10. Don't bother me until then!" was Jane's parting comment as the two went there separate ways. Jane didn't even take her coat off but sought out Jill and asked to use her room to adjust her costume. Jill led her to her bedroom where Jane removed her coat, sweatshirt, and skirt. "Wow!" Jill exclaimed when Jane finished. "What do ya think? Sexy or what." Jane asked. "I guess!" said Jill emphatically, "Let's join the party. I can't wait for my brother to see you. He'll freak!" The pair scurried down to the cellar to where the party was. The cellar was finished off with a large room and a smaller TV room. The large room had a snack table set up at one end with a stereo blasting and the other end was clear. A few couples were dancing there. The TV room was dark and didn't look like it was being used. "Hey Mike!" Jill yelled, "Check out Jane!" Mike approached his sister and Jane. "Wow!" Mike exclaimed, "You really look sexy!" Even though that was just how Jane hoped that she looked, she blushed anyway at the compliment. "Thanks." she murmured, "You don't look too bad yourself." Jane didn't care what Mike was wearing, she always thought he looked sexy. She was thankful, however, that he had finally noticed her. "You wanna dance?" he asked. "OK" Jane answered. She had all she could do not to yell "Yes!" in her excitement. The two spent the next hour dancing and talking. She especially liked it when someone played a slow song so she could hold Mike close to her. She would bury her head in his shoulder and listen to his heart beat. Another slow song started and the couple were again dancing. Mike's hands were around her waist and as the song progressed, his hands lowered until they were right on her ass. She was excited by his touch and nuzzled in closer to him. She knew that she was supposed to move his hands to her waist again but they felt good on her ass so she left them there. She even thought that his heart was beating a little faster. As the song ended, he looked at her and said, "Let's sit down for a while." "OK." she answered and started for the chairs that were against the wall. Taking her hand, he whispered, "This way." as he led her into the darkened TV room. Going through the door, she noticed that there were already a few couples in there necking. He led her to an overstuffed chair in the corner and sat down, pulling her to his lap. She willingly sat and the two started kissing. Jane was in heaven. After trying for many months to get Mike to even notice her, she was now making out with him. As they kissed, she could feel his hands roaming up and down her back and then one started to move toward her front. She tensed a little and instinct told her to stop him but his touch felt so good to her that she didn't. His hand moved to her stomach and then he started to gently rub again. She relaxed after a while and then his hand started to move up. Part of her wanted to grab his hand and stop him but she thought that would be childish so she allowed his hand to move freely. As she expected, he went right for her tit and started gently messaging it. She wanted to scream is felt so good! Leaning into Mike's ear, she softly whispered, "Sorry I don't have much." "I wouldn't change you even if I could." he whispered back. Jane blushed. She knew he was lying but it sounded nice none the less. She started to get those familiar tingling feelings between her legs but this time they were stronger than they had ever been in the past. Suddenly his hand started to go back down to her stomach. She wanted to grab it and put it back on her breast but was afraid to try. Sure enough, his hand was once again on her stomach but this time he pushed up her jersey a little and his hand was touching her skin. That alone was putting her brain into overload but his hand didn't stop on her stomach. He slowly moved up until he was caressing her bare boob. A moan escaped her lips between kisses. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life! She could feel her small nipples harden like little pebbles. Her breathing became ragged. Mike then took his other hand and pulled one of her hands away from his neck. Taking the back of that hand, he guided it between his legs. She could feel his rock hard cock. Suddenly she started to panic. What was she supposed to do? She had never touched a boy there and had no idea how to do anything. What now? A tap on her shoulder made her jump. It was her brother! "We gotta get going." he whispered. Jane panicked. Her brother had no doubt seen Mike's hand under her jersey and he knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Part of her was grateful because he had "saved" her from a potential embarrassing situation due to her naivety but would he be mad at her for what she was doing? More importantly would he tell on her? She quickly stood as Mike pulled his hand from her breast. "Ah, err, um, I gotta get my things from Jill's room." she stammered and then ran out of the room. She threw on her sweatshirt and skirt and snatched her coat as she made her way to the door. Her brother was already there as was Mike and Jill. She looked at Mike almost expecting to see evidence of being hit by her brother but saw nothing. Mike approached her and, kissing her, said "See ya later?" Jane glanced at her brother to see his reaction. To her surprise, he leaned into Jill and kissed her! She looked back at Mike and, returning his kiss, answered, "I hope so." Her brother had also said something but she didn't know what and then the two siblings left.