A literotic sexstories: Jamie and Jarred forever by shane36
She folded her arms and clicked her tongue…………..”What ? No !……….The question, actually is what is wrong with you ! Just, don’t lie, okay ? You been going through my stuff, again haven’t ya ? My cupboard and draws ! You been looking at my private stuff, hey !” Jarred felt his cheeks redden and fidgeted. ”Awww, come on Jamie, don’t talk nonsense !” Even to him his tone was unconvincing.
Jamie, sighed good naturedly. ”Look, Bro. You my baby brother and you know I love you tooooo much ! (When she put on that tiny, squeeky voice, she made him smile broadly) That doesn’t mean that you can go poking your nose around my room. You, fifteen maybe it’s your hormones or something but I’m your sister, Jarr !” He was blushing now and had guilty written all over his face. ”What is your story ? Huh ? You besotted, with me or something ? Want to ball me, Jarr ?” Jamie, giggled at her ludicrous statement and her brothers, distraught face.
”Shame, baby ! I’m embarrassing you !” She stepped forward and ruffled his hair. Feeling, terribly embarrassed and caught out. Jarred, pushed her hand away. ”Your face looks like a beetroot, Jarr. Just don’t do it again. Okay ?” She said it as more of a gentle request than a order. Feeling sorry for her fifteen year old brother. She loved him to much to stay angry, for long. Wanting to put him at ease. Jamie, said jokingly…….”I know I’m GORGEOUS ! Don’t feel bad I drive all the guys craaaaazy. If I weren’t your sister I would go for you stud. Even if you are four years, younger” She winked at him playfully and left him alone.
Jarred, felt frustrated and guilty all at once. He loved Jamie, and would do anything for her. Her words though had made him uncomfortable and brought him close to tears. The reason being that they were so true. He was ‘besotted’ as she put it with her. His feelings toward her seemed to grow stronger all the time. No matter how hard and sincerely, Jarred, tried to surpress them. Within days they would surface again.
Having being silently taught that to want to bonk your sister was wrong and totally unacceptable.The lad had been fighting an inner battle that was tearing him apart. When Jamie, had said ‘Do you want to ball me, Jarr ?’. Her words had disgusted yet thrilled him. If he searched within himself and faced the truth head on. He would have to say YES ! Jarred Samuels, wanted to and if he could he would ball her.
Later that night as he lay in the dark he thought about Jamie. Good and bad things. When his Mom and him had first watched repeats of Beverly Hills, 90210 and they had seen the blonde actress with the short blonde hair. The one who was married to the Dr guy. They had been astounded by how much Jamie, looked like her. Except Jarred, who thought that Jamie, was far prettier. They had called her from the kitchen, where she was washing up. ”You look just like her. I can’t believe the resemblance !” their Mother had said. Jamie, had giggled and said ”Naaah.I’m far prettier” heading back to the dishes.
Jamie’s, looks drove him crazy. Her short blonde bob, striking features and kind beautiful green eyes, held him captive. Once while she was telling him something, animatedly. She suddenly stopped and pulled her face comically………..” What’s up doc? Why ya looking at me like that ? Don’t freak me out, Bro ! Lower, your gaze, Jarr. The eyes are a window to the soul and yours look veeeeery unhealthy.” She had laughed and playfully, hit his shoulder. Jamie, had a contagious laugh and when she smiled, everybody smiled with her. He thought his sister had an aura about her and lit up a room when she entered. Whereas he was shy and sensitive. Jamie, made friends easily, was self-assured and a extrovert. Jarred, wasn’t at all jealous of his older sister. Instead he was in awe of her.
When the thoughts entered his mind. Jarred, swallowed hard and slid his hand over his belly under the covers. Whenever the teen lay in bed and thought of her in that way, he found the need to masturbate. Jarr, reached under the elastic of his briefs and encircled his cock.Once he started to jack off the images would always roll over him. Erotic and pleasant. Jamie, in the morning standing in the passage and stretching her perfectly, proportioned body. Wearing tight-fitting little shorts. Below the hem. Peeking out the swell of her buns, unyielding and awesome. On tiptoe, heels raised.Long, shapely and tanned legs. Her reaching up makes the small T, ride up her waist. Exposing, a taut, flat tummy, sporting a bellyring. Tits, pressed against the material in all their glory, nipples, protruding. Jamie, shivers from the effort and her body, tingles. Smiling at him as he heads for the bathroom……..”Hey, Jarr ! Howzit it hanging, sleepy-head ?” Only it’s not hanging any more.By the time his standing over the toilet bowl, his rock hard and struggling to pee.
Or Jamie, on her back, in front of the TV. Watching, MTV as she exercises.Nike tracksuit pants and a pink vest. Jarred, positions himself so that he can see under her arms and a hint of bra.The feminine rise and fall of her breasts. The vest, pulling tight against her hard tummy. Bicycle, exercises. Ass, rising from the floor with the pumping of her legs. Her feet……Oooooh her feet! Small and attractive. Long straight toes, painted a pastel hue the middle one on her right foot, encircled with a blue toe-ring, wrapped in red roses. Pale instep, showing blue veins. Jarred, would walk around the room, making like he was looking for something. Just so he could see the ball and heel of her feet. She had looked up at him the one time. A flash of white, even teeth……”Hey Jarr, leave my ass and feet alone !”
Jarred, felt his orgasm on the rise.
His, Mom wasn’t home yet. She was really cool and lovable. Treating, both of them equally and with plenty of love. They had a good Ma. Since the divorce though both he and Jamie, thought she had being seeing to many guys. Mostly, assholes and they didn’t want her to get hurt again.
Jarred, wet his palm and went back to working his shaft. Churning, his jism and wanting to cum. He wondered how Jamie, was lying tucked up and what she was wearing. Without warning, a sudden flash of what Jamie’s pussy, may look like burst vividly before him. Jarred, yelled a bit to loud (Maybe in his subconcious he hoped she would hear) and came nicely. He jettisoned on his tummy and against the quilt. From the dark he heard her voice………..”Jarr ? You, okay ? What was that for ? Ya, tossing off or something, Perv !” He heard her loud burst of laughter. It got him going and he laughed heartily.
With his Mom at work and Jamie, only due home an hour after him. Jarred, took the opportunity to riffle through her room. Jamie, was a talented and promising artist. Her drawings, were brilliant and adorned her walls. Side by side with posters and centrespreads of guys she considered, ‘HOT’. Bareing their solid sixpacks. On the wall in the entrance hall were her portraits of her Mom and brother. Jarred and his Mom had sat seperately for Jamie. He had been impatient and Jamie had bribed him with chocolate, to sit still and let her finish. The finished products, were startlingly life-like. Guests, would remark how amazing the drawings were and enthuse about his sisters talent. That Thursday, afternoon,Jarred, stumbled across something that would bring him and Jamie, even closer together.
Lusty, after just having inspected her array of panties. Jarred, opened her cupboard. Four shelves were piled with neatly folded clothing. To the side, hung her denim jackets,belts,leather jacket and other things. In the confined space he could smell the sweet, scent of her perfume. Searchingly, he placed his hand under each pile and worked his way down the shelves. On his knees, Jarred stuck his hand far back into the bottom shelf. The clothes heavy over his arm. He had done it so many times before and missed it. The hardboard at the back of the cupboard, had pulled away slightly. By chance his hand pushed the board back and he found her diary and a thick manila, envelope. Hidden in the space. The diary had a small lock on it and he searched, excitedly for the key. Jarred, was bitterly, dissapointed when the search proved fruitless. Almost as a second thought he emptied the envelope onto the bed. When the snapshots from Jamie’s, automatic camera came into view. He froze.
At that very moment their dog, Spangled was playing happily in the garden. Forever, oblivious to Jarred’s find. The photo’s were mostly closeups of the Dalmation’s cock. In some the pink, doggycock was small and just the head stuck out from the sheath. The majority were of Jamie’s hand wrapped around and obviously, manipulating the hounds now erect cock. The thing was surging,thick and glistening. Two actually, showed the end result of her working hand. Captured in polaroid and paused. His sister, now held the swollen and more purple, phallus firmly, as liquid spouted from it.
Three of the photographs, made Jarred, dizzy. They were of the canine’s pecker stuffed into his sisters vagina. Heart pounding and feeling weak. Jarr, felt his persperation roll down his sides from his armpits. He gapped at the photo’s, Jamie’s, shaven pussy making his knees, shake.
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