Sharing a bed with Belle

Jamie spent a few minutes more standing awkwardly in the small bathroom. He told himself he was just giving his sister time to hide the things she wouldn't want him to see, but the truth was he felt a bit awkward being alone with Belle. She was his older sister, sharing a room with her shouldn't be a big deal. Why was he making this so weird? Only...he couldn't stop thinking about what being in such close quarters with an older girl might mean. Belle didn't seem at all self-conscious, why would she be? To her, he was just her dumb little brother. What if she suddenly decided to get changed in front of him? What if he saw...her naked? He could almost imagine it now, Belle stripping off without even caring, turning to smile at him over her shoulder, her muscled shoulders, toned abs and bare boobs right where he could gawp at. His cheeks burned, glowing scarlet in the mirror, a rather naughty tingling feeling between his legs. The boy bit his lip hard, his stomach twisting with shame. Belle was trying to help him! She was doing her best to save him from a marriage he should have just been brave enough to face on his own instead. How could he be having these terrible thoughts about her? He was such a stupid, naughty, slutty boy!

"Jamie! Everything alright in there?" Belle asked suddenly through the door, a note of concern in her voice.

"Um...yes!" The boy squeaked, hurriedly smoothing down his hair in the mirror with a hand so it didn't look so obvious he'd been standing around doing nothing in here. He was stumbling towards the bathroom door before he could stop himself, not wanting to worry his older sister anymore. When he eased it open, he saw Belle had moved back to her bed, and was sitting down there with a slight frown on her handsome face. The poster of the naked man was gone, and Jamie found himself glancing quickly over the rest of the room, wondering just what else his older sister had decided she needed to hide from him. More porn? Sex toys for...pleasing herself? Girls her age could hardly control their sex drives, according to everything he'd heard from Momma. And she didn't have a boyfriend to satisfy her as far as he knew, so she must...do those sorts of things a lot. His blush grew even hotter somehow, his head spinning at the thought.

"Jamie?" Belle was staring at him, her eyebrow raised. "You alright?" The boy nodded frantically, hardly daring to speak right now. "Sorry, little brother, I know boys like to spend a while in the bathroom, but it's pretty late already and we got some things we need to talk out." She sighed softly. "Come, sit." She patted the bed beside her, staring at him expectantly. Jamie hesitated for just a moment, his belly fluttering at the thought of being so close to his older sister right now. He could hardly explain to her why he was feeling so weird about that though, so he stepped quickly forward and sat down beside her. She turned her head to smile at him, but there was something focused in her eyes that made him want to sit up and pay attention. This was her plan...so he'd better listen to everything she told him. "First, turns out you're not the only one who forgot something back home. I was supposed to grab a mat and sleeping bag for myself so you could take the bed, but...somehow slipped my mind." She winced. "I'll have to sleep on the floor, I guess...so if you need to get up to pee or something in the night, just be careful not to step on me." She chuckled lightly, as Jamie stared at her in shock. She'd already done so much for him...now this as well?

"Belle...no!" He gasped. "This is your room! I'll sleep on the floor!" She paused, looking surprised he'd even offered. Did she think he'd be that selfish?

"Don't be silly..." She replied firmly. "You're a boy. I couldn't make you do that." Jamie shook his head, trying to look as firm as he could manage, which wasn't very. Maybe it was rude to argue, but he couldn't let her be so uncomfortable, sleeping all night on the floor just for him! Yes...he was a boy, but he wasn't so fragile that a couple nights lying on the carpet was going to make him sick or something. Belle was gazing sternly at him, her mouth open as if to say something more, but then she stopped, biting her lip the same way he did when he was thinking hard about something. As he stared back at her, he saw her pale cheeks flush a little pink, something eager flickering through her blue eyes. "I guess...we could just share the bed, maybe?" She offered, her voice trembling ever so slightly in a way he'd never heard from his confident older sister. Jamie froze...share the bed? Both of them together? He glanced down at the small single bed they were sitting on. There was enough space, maybe...but it was going to be a tight squeeze. At the same time, he could already tell Belle wasn't going to budge about letting him sleep on the floor, so what other choice did he have?

"Um...sure." Jamie nodded. He didn't even want to think about how obvious his blush must be now. Not only sharing a bedroom with an older girl, now he was going to be sleeping beside her as well? She was his sister, he reminded himself firmly...but that didn't help at all.

"Great, that works then." Belle grinned, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Sorry again. Should only be a couple days or so you've got to up with this, just long enough to show Mother we're serious about stopping this stupid plan of hers. " Jamie nodded quickly, but he really wasn't quite so sure about that. Momma had seemed pretty serious about all this, and she'd already been making arrangements to give him away to that scary-sounding Ms. Berg. "Don't look so worried now, you'll make me nervous." Belle reached over and ruffled his hair with her hand, her warm fingers rubbing at his head. "I'll protect you, little brother, I promise." She said, sounding so sure he couldn't help but believe her.

"Thanks, Belle." Jamie turned his head and smiled up at her. She froze, her hand still resting on his forehead. For a moment, the siblings stared at each other, the boy gazing into his sister's wide blue eyes. His skin tingled at the look she was giving him, the way her lips hung open as if she was on the verge of saying something but couldn't quite find the words. Then she drew back, letting out a long breath and slipping her hand back into her own lap.

"There's...er...one other thing, Jamie." She glanced at the floor, her cheeks flushing pink. "Your clothes, I know you don't have any...and I figured you'll want to keep that outfit you have on now nice and clean until I can get to the shops tomorrow and find you something else to wear. So um...for sleeping, I was thinking you could just put on something of mine for now." She leaned over the other side of the bed and picked up a plain white t-shirt, holding it to him with a nervous look in her eyes. Jamie stared at it uncertainly. He...hadn't even thought about what he was going to wear to bed. Now because he'd been so dumb and forgotten all his clothes at home he was causing even more trouble for his older sister. He was such an idiot! "It's...um...clean, I promise." Belle stammered, her voice wavering. "Washed yesterday."

"Oh, it's fine!" Jamie reached out and took the shirt from her trembling hands. He held it up, smoothing the slightly creased fabric between his fingers. It was going to be pretty big and baggy on him, but...that was fine for sleeping in. He was lucky to have anything at all! "Thank you, Belle...um I'm sorry again for...forgetting my bag." He stammered.

"Don't worry about it, little brother." She smiled gently back at him. "Might even work out for the best anyway. Mum might give up this stupid marriage even quicker if she thinks you were so **** to get away you went out into the world without even a stitch to wear!" She chuckled roughly, then paused, her breath catching in her throat as she seemed to consider something. Her blue eyes flickered down his body, that same faint blush colouring her cheeks. "So...um, you want to get changed now?" She asked rather suddenly. "I need to get my pajamas on too. Don't worry, I'll go stand near the door and look away. I won't see anything, I promise...so just tell me once you're done and we can get to bed together." Jamie nodded quickly, even though he was a bit confused why she was being so careful about making sure he knew she wouldn't peek at him changing. He'd thought she didn't care about them being stuck in the same room. Maybe she was just being considerate again...that must be it.

The boy watched nervously as she rose from the bed and scurried over to her wardrobe, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and another baggy t-shirt and laying them out ready, before turning to face away like she'd promised. Without hesitation, she reached for her jeans and slipped them open, already yanking them down her thighs to reveal a pair of grey boxers underneath, the fabric tight over her toned buttocks. Jamie barely managed to swallow a shocked squeal as he tore his gaze away, staring at the wall instead, but that glimpse he'd gotten over his older sister's bare, muscular legs already had his belly fluttering wildly and a tingling ache between his own thighs. **** to distract himself, he squirmed off the bed, leaving the t-shirt there, and started hurriedly pulling off his own clothes, unbuttoning his blouse and yanking it off before reaching behind him to undo the plain bra he was wearing over his slender, freckled chest. His nipples tingled in the cool air, stiffening up. The sooner he was changed, the sooner he could get to sleep and stop having these naughty, slutty thoughts about his older sister. His skirt was next, he unbuttoned it and let it drop in a heap on the floor at his feet. Without even thinking about it, he pulled down his panties as well, sliding them down his bare thighs and then stepping out of the underwear. It was only as he bent down to pick up and fold everything like he would have done at home that he suddenly realized he'd just gotten totally naked in his older sister's room, with her standing barely a few feet away.

This time he couldn't stop himself from squealing in shock. He made a frantic grab for the t-shirt she'd given him, cheeks burning so hot he felt like they were going to burst into flame. As fast as he could, he yanked the shirt on, pulling it hurriedly down his bare body. He was breathing hard as he smoothed down the loose fabric. The shirt was rather long, hanging down to below his waist and just about covering up his butt and thighs, but...he was still naked underneath, and if the fabric rode up just a little he'd be showing off that fact pretty fast. He should really get at least his panties back on before...

"Jamie, is everything alright?" Belle asked. The boy squeaked again, freezing in place. His wide gaze flickered back to his older sister standing by the door. She was fully dressed now at least, he was pretty sure he'd faint from sheer embarrassment if he'd caught even a glimpse of her muscled legs again.

"Yes..." He replied, still meaning to grab his panties, but before he could reach for them his sister turned on the spot and he froze in place. Belle was staring at him again, her blue eyes wide. She was already blushing, but as her gaze moved slowly over his body, loosely draped in her t-shirt, even more color flooded to her pale cheeks. Why was she looking at him like that? Like...she could hardly believe what she was seeing, like she couldn't even tear her gaze from him for a moment. Jamie bit his lip anxiously, fiddling with the hem of the t-shirt, before he realized he was in danger of yanking it even higher up his bare thighs and hurriedly stopped.

"Good, you're finished changing." Belle nodded at last, something a little breathless in her voice that made his skin tingle. "Um...well, get into bed I guess. You can sleep against the wall, I'll take the outside. Door's locked, and no-one should come in here, but just in case I can hide you. And I think you'll be more comfortable there." Jamie just nodded in reply, not sure he trusted his voice right now. He gathered up his clothes, making sure to crouch down carefully so the loose t-shirt didn't slip up and show Belle his bare butt or anything, then folded them neatly over one arm and put them on top of her wardrobe. His older sister watched him the entire time, her boobs rising and falling under her shirt with her soft, panting breaths. Under the thin fabric, he could see her stiff nipples poking through. He'd heard that only happened when a woman got wet...but obviously that wasn't true. Belle...couldn't feel that way about him. If she did, she'd be pouncing on him right now, utterly unable to control herself because of her womanly sexual desires overwhelming her. That was how it worked. So why did he feel that flutter of nervous anticipation in his belly like he was almost expecting her to? Why was his dick starting to tingle and stiffen?

"Good night, Belle!" He squeaked, not wanting to chase that thought for one moment longer. He darted for the bed, pulling back the duvet and clambering in as quickly as he could, trying to tell himself he was imagining the feeling of Belle's heated gaze on his bare legs. Lying down on his side, he shifted until his back was pressed right against the wall behind him, wanting to give his taller older sister as much room as she needed. Women had boobs after all, and they were bigger anyway, so it was only right she take up more space than him. Belle paused a for a moment longer, standing there by the door. Then she let out a long sigh and stepped forward, moving over to the bed in a few long strides. Jamie froze as she climbed in with him, hardly daring to breathe. He watched with wide, nervous eyes as his older sister turned her tall, muscled body over and lay down with her back to him, facing the wall opposite. She shifted back a little, until there was barely an inch of mattress between their bodies, then slumped into the pillow, pulling the duvet up over herself.

"Good night, Jamie." She murmured. Then, reaching out a hand, she flicked the light switch on the wall near her, plunging them both into darkness. It took a few moments for Jamie's eyes to adjust, but even in the gloom he could feel the heat of her body on his, could hear her soft, panting breaths tingling in his ears. He shifted uncertainly, his bare thighs rubbing over each other under the hem of the her t-shirt. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, between his legs his dick was definitely...shamefully hard. Over his own sister. It was...so wrong he didn't even know how to deal with it. He just lay here, staring at the back of her head as she lay so very close to him, finding himself wishing she'd roll over and look at him again. If anyone could find the one thing to say that would fix this...the words he just couldn't figure out that would make this all better, it was her. His strong, handsome, confident older sister who was risking so much to protect him. The woman he loved most in the world. After everything that had happened today Jamie was just too tired to worry anymore, and he found his lashes fluttering shut, a wave of exhaustion sweeping over him that made him snuggle into the pillow. As he drifted off towards sleep, he thought he heard Belle say something more. Four words, murmured so softly he could almost convince himself she hadn't spoken at all. "I'm sorry, little brother..." His older sister whispered.