Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (13) Familial Relativity (Part 06)
On the journey home the conversation was strained and Jonathon began to wish he had trusted his judgement.
Converse consisted of general small talk with each one struggling to find something to say and then when they were within 2 miles of their destination a Muntjac Deer leapt out from the forest and straight across the road in front of the car.
Jonathon reacted quickly and swerved to avoid the deer but in doing so two wheels mounted the soft verge and he lost control and the car came to rest in a ditch.
After he had got his wits back he checked on his passenger who was on the side of the car that bore the brunt of the impact.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Yes, yes, I’m fine” she replied “I just banged my head a bit”
He gave her head a cursory check but could see no blood,
So happy that she was not injured he tried to drive out of the ditch but it was to no avail and he resigned himself to the fact they would have to walk the last mile and a half or so.
The car was lying at a 45 degree angle with two wheels in the ditch so with some difficulty he got out of the car.
Once he was out he held the door open with his body and offered his hand to Gemma.
She took his hand and he pulled her slowly out of the car.
Once outside the vehicle they still needed to get up to the road which was about ten yards away up a gently sloping grass bank.
The problem was the grass was wet under foot and neither of the were dressed appropriately for climbing out of ditches so as they climbed gingerly up the bank they took it in turns to fall over on the muddy grass.
Time and time again they had to help each other up until Jonathon finally got one foot on firmer ground.
But before Gemma could do likewise she stumbled and as Jonathon tried to catch her they both fell to the floor and as they sat on the wet grass laughing like children Gemma took her chance and kissed him.
And unlike her previous attempts during her adolescence she met with no resistance.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 12” Gemma said when she came up for air and laughed before kissing him again
“Was that worth waiting 12 years for?”
“Oh God yes” she replied
“Even if you’d fancied me back when I was 12 it wouldn’t have been a kiss like that” she said and licked her lips “Not when we were only kids”
“I never said I didn’t fancy you” he pointed out
“Then why did you react the way you did when I tried to kiss you?” she asked but before he had chance to respond she added
“And that last time when you found me in your bedroom?”
“In my bed” he corrected her
“Alright in your bed” she conceded
“Naked in my bed” He corrected her again
“Half naked” she snapped “I had pants on and a bra”
“Why a bra? You were flat chested when you were 14” he asked
“Ok I admit it, the bra was purely cosmetic” she said “But why?”
“You were like my kid sister” he said
“What do you mean?” she asked
So he told her the whole story, all about the feelings he had for her, how he thought she was cute and why he acted as he did.
And after digesting all of what he had told her she said
“So let me get this right, it wasn’t that you didn’t fancy me when you so cruelly rejected my advances, it was because you thought of me as a sister?”
“Yes” he replied
There was a prolonged silence then she spoke
“Not so much” Jonathon mused
“The sister part”
“Oh” she responded and he kissed her.
“So what do we do now?” she asked
“Well I think we should get up off the wet grass and go home and discuss it some more” he replied
“Will that involve kissing?” Gemma asked
“Undoubtedly” he replied as he got to his feet and offered her his hand
“Then I heartily concur” Gemma responded and took his hand.