Alone with his sister, Jamie gets ready for the day

After some minutes of gently cuddling her brother against her chest, Belle stirred at last, her arms slipping from around Jamie's body. She leaned away slowly, almost reluctantly, the freckled skin of her cheeks flushed bright scarlet. The boy stared back at her, his own face burning as her eyes held his. For a moment the siblings just gazed at each other, and to Jamie it almost seemed like the air between them was charged with electricity. His eyes drifted over Belle's lips, full and soft and slightly parted, and for a moment he couldn't help but long that she'd lean that small distance forward and press them against his. Somewhere deep down he knew the thought was wrong, as wrong as humping her bed with his stiff dick while thinking about her had been, but...he just couldn't help it.

"Well...er, I suppose we'd better move or else I might just end up staying in bed with you all day, little bro." Belle laughed suddenly, like it was a joke, but there was a roughness to her voice that made his skin tingle. She paused, then shook her head, her blonde hair flowing over her muscled shoulders. "I guess you can use the bathroom first." She continued quickly. "Since you didn't bring anything of yours, you'll have to use my towel, and there should be some other stuff for boys in the cupboard as well that I had anyway, um....just in case."

"Yes, Belle." Jamie nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. That strange moment had passed, his head clearing, and with it came a flood of shame that twisted painfully in his belly. Why...was he thinking about his sister kissing him now? If Belle knew what he was fantasizing about, and how achingly hard his dick was under her shirt at the thought, she'd be disgusted with him. She'd probably throw him out of her room right now. His lip started to quiver at the thought, his throat tightening. If he didn't have Belle anymore, if he made her mad at him because of his stupid, slutty desires, he had no-one else left! "I'll go wash..." He gasped, before he stupidly started crying right in front of her or something.

Scrambling to his feet, the boy darted for the bathroom, feeling his older sister's eyes on him the entire time. He was gasping for breath as he slipped through the door and eased it shut behind him. He hurriedly wiped his eyes in the mirror, getting rid of a few stray tears before he started sobbing for real. What was wrong with him right now? Was he such a slut that sleeping in a room with a girl for one night was enough to have him imagining all these lewd things with her? Even though she was his dear older sister who just wanted to look out for him? He didn't deserve her help, and if he wasn't so scared of getting married to that awful Ms Berg he'd probably tell her to hand him straight back to Momma. And that was all his own fault anyway for picking that scary woman! Jamie sighed hoarsely, staring disgustedly at himself in the mirror. Maybe a hot shower would make him feel better.

Just like Belle had promised, in the cupboards under the sink there was some conditioner and shampoo for his hair, plus some boyish body lotion in a pink bottle. As he washed himself under the warm spray, Jamie wondered briefy why his sister even had all these things. It took only a few moments for him to figure it out. Belle was a student at a city university. She probably brought boys home all the time to...have sex with, like in those naughty tv shows his Momma didn't know he watched. Loose, slutty boys who didn't care about giving up their virginity to anyone at all, who'd let his sister take them without even knowing anything about her. He couldn't help but imagine her pulling a gorgeous young man like that one in the poster to her bed, kissing him again and again as she rode his thick cock. The thought made his chest sore, a spike of jealous irritation working it's way into his heart. Only, his dick was still hard and aching between his bare legs.

When he was finally done, and had dried himself with Belle's towel, Jamie once again found himself facing the problems his stupid forgetfulness had caused. Without the bag he'd left behind, he didn't have any makeup to put on, anything to properly comb or brush his hair, and of course he didn't have anything to wear except for her t-shirt. He'd even left the clothes she'd driven him here in back in the room. The boy pulled her shirt on over his bare chest and down over his butt with a hoarse sigh. He was going to look even plainer in front of Belle now, no wonder she preferred the glamorous city boys to someone like him.

Gingerly, Jamie eased the door open and peeked outside. Still just in her pajamas, Belle was bent over the bed, folding out some clothes it looked like. Her grey sweatpants clung to her legs, and under the tight fabric he could just about make out the smooth curves of her toned butt. The boy hung in the doorway for a moment, just staring at her with his mouth hanging open. He didn't know why he was suddenly noticing it so much, but...Belle was so hot! It was like...her saving him, sleeping in a bed with her, had made him realize she was the most handsome woman he'd ever met. No wonder she had so many boys willing to sleep with her. She straightened, turning slightly, and her blue eyes found his. The same color as their Momma's, only hers were full of gentle warmth as she smiled across the room at him.

"Oh, you're done, little bro. Here, I've found some things of mine you can wear for now." She nodded to the bed, where another t-shirt, some long jeans and, to Jamie's embarrassment, a pair of her boxers were all neatly laid out across the blanket. "They won't fit that well, of course, but...they'll do at least for the day. Once I'm done with classes I'll head to the shops and buy you at least a couple nice outfits. I know you'd probably prefer to pick for yourself, but...I think for now at least you should stay in my room."

"Belle, you don't have to do that..." Jamie stammered, feeling his stomach twist with guilt at how kind she was being, while all he could do was perv over her body!

"Of course I do." His older sister replied smoothly. "There's no way a boy like you is going to feel comfortable in my old clothes. You deserve to wear something that looks good for once, alright? I'm not taking no for an answer, even if I have to strip you bare and put the new clothes on myself." She laughed again, another joke that made Jamie's belly flutter wildly as he imagined his older sister pinning him down and tearing all his clothes off. "Why don't you get dressed in these while I shower?" She waved her hand towards the clothes. Jamie nodded quickly, hoping his burning cheeks weren't as obvious as they felt.

A little later, he was sat on the bed, wearing the clothes Belle had given him. Just like she'd warned, they were all way too big, the t-shirt hanging loose over his bare chest, while the jeans dangled past his feet. He looked so silly dressed like this he was actually glad she was going to buy him some new clothes, even if it meant him causing even more trouble for her. And he had to admit, he was rather curious what kind of outfits she would pick for him. He promptly blushed again as he imagined her presenting him with just a skimpy swimming costume like that boy in the poster and nothing else, burying his face in his hands at the embarrassing thought.

Belle really was taking a long time in the shower, he realized suddenly. He'd thought it was boys who were supposed to take so long washing up, but she had to have been in there for almost half an hour now. What was she even doing? Of course his stupid, slutty brain immediately jumped to the lewdest possible idea, and he whimpered softly as a vision of his older sister naked under the shower, her hand between her legs. He could almost see her now, fingers sliding into her wet pussy as glistening water flowed over her muscled body. The boy shook his head frantically. There was no way she was doing something so naughty. He knew girls...did that a lot, but Belle wouldn't, not when he was right here! Even if the thought of her touching herself like that, with just a thin door between them, made his stiff dick ache with longing.

At that very moment, the door to the bathroom swung open and she stepped out, dressed in a collared shirt and skinny jeans. Jamie yelped in shock, squirming back on the bed. Oh...he hoped it wasn't at all obvious what he'd been thinking about! Belle would be furious if she knew he'd imagined her...masturbating!

"Everything okay?" She asked uncertainly, a worried look in her eyes. Jamie nodded hurriedly, not even trusting his voice to work right now. Belle stepped forward into the room, up to the end of the bed. She leaned down over him, her gaze on his face. "I...wish I could stay with you, little bro." She murmured softly. "But...I don't want anyone guessing you're here, so I think I'd better go to my morning lectures at least, and then to the shops buy you some things afterwards. Shouldn't take more than a few hours, I hope. Will you be alright on your own here for a bit?"

"Yes, Belle." Jamie replied. He'd...like for her to stay as well, but he couldn't cause her any more trouble!

"Good." Belle sighed. She lifted her hand, almost like she was going to reach out and lay it in his hair, then paused, and seemed to reconsider, letting her arm drop back to her side. "You can use my laptop if you like." She nodded towards the desk. "There's some movies you can watch on there, or just mess around on the internet. If you're hungry there's some crisps and other snacks in the cupboards there. Mom's not here to get mad at you, so take as much as you like." She laughed at that, but Jamie shivered, feeling icy worry settle over him at the reminder of just what was going on here. This wasn't...some fun holiday with his sister. He was hiding out here from his own marriage, and even if her plan worked and Momma called off the wedding he was still going to be in the worst trouble of his life. This time, Belle's hand found his forehead, her fingers cool on his skin as she brushed them gently through his hair. "It'll be okay, little bro, I promise." She murmured, like she'd known exactly what he was thinking. "I'll look out for you, okay?" Jamie found himself leaning up into her palm, her gentle touch and kind words chasing away his fears so easily.

"Thank you so much, Belle..." He whimpered, knowing just how small those words were compared to everything she'd done for him. Only, her smile back at him seemed to light up her whole handsome face, her blue eyes sparkling.

"I'd better go..." Belle let her hand drop, leaving him already missing her comforting touch. It seemed for a moment like she was **** to even look away from him, but at last she turned towards the door, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulders. "I'll lock the door behind me, so...just please stay in here where it's safe, okay?" She glanced over her shoulder, giving the boy one last look. Jamie nodded again...he was certainly not going to disobey her. "Bye, Jamie..." She murmured, her voice seeming to linger over his name. Then, she eased the door open and stepped outside, closing it behind her.

With that, Jamie was alone in his older sister's bedroom, already missing her comforting presence. The boy sighed, slumping over on her bed. His nervous gaze moved slowly over the room around him, drifting over shelves, her wardrobe, and her desk. Well...he supposed he'd better find something to do with himself until Belle got back.