The siblings arrive and Jamie tries to settle in

The drive to Belle's college took almost two hours, making it well past midnight by the time they made it. With it already rather past his usual bedtime, Jamie had dozed quite a bit of the way, lulled to sleep in safety with his older sister driving beside him. He'd been asleep when they'd arrived, but she'd shaken him up with a hand on his shoulder, and he'd stirred to find her blushing face leaning over him. After ushering him out the car, she'd led him carefully over a grassy quad, dodging a few groups of loud female students on the way, Belle keeping herself between him and them to hide him from view. She'd guided him inside a large, shadowy building he could hardly make out in the gloom, up a flight of stairs and into a well-lit corridor, until at last she paused outside one of the doors.

"Here we are." Belle stepped into her dorm room, carrying her suitcase in one arm, then a smaller bag and Jamie's own as well slung over the other shoulder. The boy hadn't tried offering to carry his own stuff, despite feeling a lingering guilt at just how much his older sister was having to do for him today. Dad had told him once that when women got it in their heads to help it was better to just let them. Thoughts of his parents made him pause and bite his lip uncertainly, but he hurriedly shoved them aside. He'd made his choice...Momma and Dad would just have to accept he didn't want to get married after all. Once they'd seen he ran away like this, they'd have to, right? "It's kind of small, I know, but we'll make it work." His older sister shrugged apologetically, glancing back at him with a smile.

"Oh...this seems fine, Belle." Jamie murmured, ducking in after her from the empty corridor outside. His wide, nervous gaze flickered over the room as she carefully closed the door behind him. It was rather...small as she'd said, just a desk and chair, a wardrobe in the corner, and then a single bed with not all that much space besides. The boy felt his cheeks flush suddenly as he stared at where his sister slept, the duvet and pillow a little mussed up still where she hadn't quite made it properly. He glanced shyly back at Belle as she stepped past him into the room, easily lugging all their stuff around. She didn't seem nervous in the slightest about having him in here. And why would she? He was just her little brother. So...why was it different for him? Why did his heart beat a little faster as he stood in her room?

He found himself staring at her with curious as she stood over her bed and dropped their bags on top, then stretched her arms above her head with a rather theatrical sigh. The silly gesture made him smile, but as he watched her stretch the boy noticed certain other things that brought a tingling heat to his skin and made it rather hard to look away. Like how the sleeves of her short pulled up her forearms, muscles bulging, or the way the hem bared just a sliver of her waist, showing off a hint of her toned abs rippling under her pale skin.

With a sharp gasp, Jamie tore his gaze from her, his cheeks burning. What was wrong with him? Looking at his own sister like that! Sure...Belle was tall, strong and handsome, and she was looking out for him now where no-one else would, but she was family! It was the first time he'd ever been in a girl's bedroom of course, but that was no excuse! The boy felt like slapping himself hard across the face. Instead, he just tried to look anywhere but at her, his wide eyes flickering over the walls of her dorm room.

Jamie suddenly found himself staring at a large poster above Belle's bed. The glossy picture showed a very beautiful man standing on a sandy beach, his full, red lips curled into a pout and perfect lashes framing his glistening blue eyes. He was...almost naked, Jamie realized suddenly, wearing only a tiny pink two-piece swimming costume over his slender body, the top half just barely covering his nipples. Jamie gasped out, cheeks burning, as he saw the outline of the guy's manhood pressed right against the tight fabric of the bottoms. The costume was so sheer he could tell it was...hard, and rather larger than his own as well. What kind of slut would dare even dress like that, let alone let himself get photographed? Didn't he know women just couldn't control themselves when guys showed off like that? He'd be lucky if he wasn't jumped right there and then by whoever was taking the picture.

"Ah...sorry about that." Belle gasped suddenly, darting to the poster. She grabbed at it with trembling hands and yanked it down from the wall, folding it quickly over one arm and hiding the nearly naked man from view. "It was a joke. Me and all my friends all got one when we first moved in. We were supposed to put it up in our rooms, just for a laugh." She chuckled nervously, then glanced at the floor, the shadow of guilt in her eyes. "Sorry little brother, should have guessed shit like that was going to make you uncomfortable."

"No...it's okay." Jamie shook his head and smiled at her, trying to be reassuring. Just seeing one almost naked guy wasn't going to make him mad or upset, no matter how beautiful and well-endowed he was. It wasn't Belle's fault, she was just acting like any other young woman would by buying that poster and hanging it up in her room to gawp at. Even if it was a little strange knowing his older sister had slept underneath that gorgeous, slutty guy with his huge bulge right there, probably staring up at it lustfully the way women did whenever a man showed any hint of skin. The thought made him rather uncomfortable all of a sudden, though he couldn't guess why.

"You need a shower or anything?" Belle asked, glancing at him over her shoulder as she hurriedly stuffed the poster into her bedside table. "The bathroom's just through there." She nodded to an open door just beside the entrance to the room.

"No, I bathed already, back home." Jamie shook his head. Then he paused, noticing Belle was looking a little uncomfortable again. She'd stuffed that poster away, but he suddenly realized there were probably other things she might want to hide from her little brother in here, things young women kept around that made his cheeks burn even hotter just to wonder about. Like porn...or sex toys like he'd heard the girls at school talking so crudely about. No wonder she was ushering him out. "I guess...I'll just quickly...um...wash my face." He darted for the bathroom, belly fluttering with nervous embarrassment.

There was just enough room through the open door for a sink, toilet and shower, with a few sparse toiletries scattered messily about. Standing in front of the mirror, Jamie struggled to calm himself down. His blush was horribly obvious, both his cheeks almost glowing scarlet, and his lips were parted and trembling slightly. Between his shivering legs, he noticed to his horror his dick had started tingling and aching in his panties. Was he getting...turned on? Thinking about sex toys and girls...touching themselves like some awful slut. What was wrong with him? Running some cold water, he hurriedly splashed it on his face, hoping desperately that would calm him down. As he raised his head and stared into his own large, green eyes he found one other thought slipping into his head that brought all the warm embarrassment flooding back through his shivering body. There was only one bed in that room...Belle's bed. Where exactly was he going to sleep?