Jasmine & James

by MikeHuntzHZ

©Copyright 2020 by MikeHuntHz

Note from ahorsewithnoname: Well, Mike came to my website in 2020, wrote some stories, interacted with other members, wrote Cherry the Cheerleader, a book-length love story (Chapter 1, of which, is appended to the end of this story), wrote this love story, and then one day just disappeared. I realize that about 150,000 people die each day around the world. I wonder if some of them are our writers, or, if they just find other places to go, other things to do. We hope for the best for them. As per our site rules, we're publishing this for Mike and our site, and for your enjoyment.

Author's Story Introduction:

Precisely, what causes an everyday, normal relationship to transition into something more personal; something intimate? Rare is the case when love at first sight will result in a successful long term commitment because love at first sight is not love, it is lust. True love is built over a long period of time.

Sometimes this takes a lot of hard work, like compromising after a heated argument or participating in activities you don't like simply because your partner enjoys them. But sometimes true love is built so gradually and easily that the couple does not see it happening until they are already hopelessly in love.

They meet innocently enough and develop a fast friendship based on some sort of common ground. Gradually, they learn to confide and trust in each other; sharing increasingly more personal thoughts and various aspects of their lives. Their comfort with one another eventually turns that corner which plunges them into the realms of intimacy and they don't even realize what's happened, sometimes months or even years later.

Couples that fall in love in such a way are, arguably, the luckiest when it comes to romance. Theirs is a bond that cannot be broken. And this is exactly how the love of my life and I fell in love. Neither Jasmine nor I planned this, obviously. Our intimate relationship just happened as if on autopilot. Perhaps we were destined to be together, or maybe simply because we were so young and did not know any better. In any case, the end result was the same.

Jasmine and I grew up together in every sense of the word. The common ground between us was clear to even the most casual and unknowing person. We shared absolutely everything from the time we were babies. Our parents would put us in the same crib and we'd fall asleep sucking on each others fingers. As toddlers, we shared bottles, pacifiers, toys, and anything else one can imagine. We watched the same TV shows for kids, liked and ate the same foods, and we were even dressed alike. We shared all of these things because we also shared the most important of things: our parents.

Jasmine is my twin sister.

Unable to pronounce her name properly at the time, her name always came out as "Jazzy" and became her nickname for many years.

CHAPTER 1

My very first memory is, at the age of about two, being bathed in the tub along with Jazzy by our mom. We had a variety of toys to play with, and we had been recently taught how to share them. Each time a toy was picked up, we immediately offered it to the other. Mom did her best to keep from laughing while she scrubbed us as Jasmine and I passed the same two toys back and forth to each other. While neither of us could put the lesson into words, we both understood that "What is mine is yours," and we found happiness in sharing.

Our early childhood was very normal. We got along perfectly most of the time, with only minor squabbles here and there, as kids will do. However, by the time we were ready to start school, we never had disagreements over anything. Indeed, my sister was the most important person in my life, and we were inseparable.

At the age of five and in kindergarten, mom and dad seemed to be trying to get us to be more independent of each other. They would try to give us our own bath time but, inevitably, the one left out would join the other. We were still just kids and cared nothing about personal privacy. Seeing Jazzy naked was as normal as seeing sunshine--a daily occurrence. And I had no embarrassments about being seen the same way. Again, all perfectly normal.

For our sixth birthday, our parents made a new attempt at establishing our independence. What had once been a guest room was turned into a bedroom for Jasmine, complete with a new girly bed, sheets, and comforters as well as all new decorations, curtains; the works. Truly a young girls dream bedroom.

And they did the same for what had been our room by turning it into my room with a superhero theme. Both rooms looked great, but I could see Jazzy felt the same way I did: apprehensive at best.

The first night in our respective rooms did not go well. Even though I was technically still in the same room I'd always slept in, I could not have felt more out of place. Images of sleeping on a park bench in a deserted city filled my imagination. I was just about to go to Jasmine's room when she crawled into bed with me, and I instantly felt better.

Mom and dad were both somewhat disappointed to find us together but not at all surprised. "Don't worry, they'll grow out of it," I heard my dad tell mom.

Night after night, they would put us in our own beds, but Jasmine would never stay in hers. As soon as our parents went to bed, she would come back to my room and I was always waiting for her. Occasionally, she would fall asleep before mom and dad went to bed and I would go to her room instead where I would find her asleep but struggling. The moment I crawled in with her, she would become at ease and sleep soundly. We were truly inseparable.

Our bond was closer than that of any other siblings our age and possibly closer than most twins. Jasmine was easily my favorite person in the world. Sure, I loved my parents, too, but the feeling was just different with my sister. I would do anything for her. There were no secrets between us, and we had total confidence that a shared secret would not go any further. There was no need to ask the other to swear not to tell anyone else; that was simply understood, and the promise implied.

CHAPTER 2

The years passed and very little changed in our arrangements. We still slept in the same bed after mom and dad went to sleep. We still washed each other's backs, only we had graduated to taking showers instead of a tub bath. And we shared nearly every waking thought. The one thing really different was we had somehow developed a non-verbal way of communicating many common messages. We were not using any sort of "supernatural power"; we just learned to read each other's expressions and body language.

One Friday night when we were sixteen, something happened that surely served to change the course of our lives. I was in bed sleeping, yet subconsciously waiting for Jasmine to crawl into bed with me as usual. But this time, she pounced on the bed and shook me awake. My eyes opened in a flash to see my sister's eyes opened wide, piercing into mine with an unusually heightened sense of urgency.

Without a sound, she was urging me, "James! Get up and come with me! But be quiet!"

My reply expression asked, "What's wrong?"

Jasmine just tugged on my t-shirt to hurry me out of bed, her face holding the same urgent message.

I got up, and she took my hand to lead me to the source of her alarm. Exiting my room, I was surprised when she led me to the left, away from her room. Silent as a cat walking on cotton balls, Jazzy led us toward our parent's room. A few feet from the door, she got down on hands and knees and slowly sneaked to the open door. I did the same without the need for instruction. Sitting at the threshold of their room, she peered in and pulled me next to her so I could see what she saw. Jasmine focused her gaze on me to gauge my reaction.

Mom was going down on Dad like a seasoned porn star. The idea seemed initially gross but then became really funny. I looked over at Jazzy, and she had her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. I shook my head quickly to say, "Don't you dare laugh," before turning to go back to my room. Jasmine was right on my heels, and we barely got my door closed before erupting in muffled laughter.

At least ten minutes passed before we were able to compose ourselves, and I was ready to go back for a second peek. Jazzy read my thoughts and was right behind me as I sneaked back to our parents' room. Reaching the door, I fully expected to see more of the same as before. However, I was anew with surprise.

Now, it was Dad who was kissing Mom right between her legs, and her enjoyment was obvious. Jasmine's jaw dropped open, and we looked at each other briefly before turning our gazes back to the adult show in front of us. Mere seconds passed, and Mom whispered to him, "Ok, now." He stopped kissing her "she-she," as we had been taught to call it, and climbed over the top of her. Our collective gasp was nearly audible as we watched his penis disappear inside the very place he was just kissing.

Jasmine and I had known, of course, that our parents had participated in such activity at SOME POINT in the past, but it never really occurred to either of us that they would STILL be doing that.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I retreated back to my room. Jasmine watched for just a few more seconds and followed my lead. We were aflutter with shock, amusement, and simultaneously grossed out and turned on by what we had just witnessed.

In unison, we both said, "Oh my god did you see that?!" We laughed out loud a second and fear struck us that mom and dad would hear us. After a brief silence to make sure they did not hear, we continued in a whisper.

"They were going down on each other! Did you see that?" I asked.

Jasmine nodded and continued excitedly, "He's so big, it looked like it would hurt!"

Knowing what she meant, I replied, "I thought the same thing!"

"Yeah. But..."

"But they seemed to like it."

"Yeah! And if they didn't like it, they wouldn't do it."

"Right," I agreed.

"There are so many things I want to ask them now..."

Slightly shocked, I said, "You know we can't ask them about it! They'll know we were out of bed and spying on them!"

"Yeah, I know. I won't say anything. This is just our secret."

We talked for at least an hour and probably much longer before going to bed, still snickering. My heart pounded with excitement as the images would not leave my mind. Jasmine seemed to be in the same state, tossing and turning.

Sleep evaded us both and I had an idea. Jazzy never liked thunderstorms. If such a storm came at night, simply being in the same bed was not enough to comfort her and she would snuggle into me for protection; the irony being that I was the same age and not much bigger than her. Once we were snuggled together, she could sleep through the worst storms.

I put my hand on her hip and she read my mind. She turned to her side and I spooned up next to her while she pulled my arm over and around her before giving my hand a brief squeeze; her way of saying, "good idea".

Giving the action no thought whatsoever, I gave Jazzy the slightest kiss where neck turned to shoulder and rested the side of my face there as we settled in for sleep. To my surprise, she turned her head and upper body just enough to give me the sweetest, chaste kiss that landed on the corner of my lips. After, she immediately turned back and settled again.