The wrong kind

There was something seriously wrong with Jared. He knew it, and yet he couldn’t help himself. There was something about her demure nature, her shy smiles, her glossy black hair, and long coltish legs that drove him wild.
Of course, any average teenager would have sexual fantasies about other girls, but this particular girl was his sister for fucks sake!
It had begun with a dream. In it they lay naked, arms entwined, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hardon against her hip. They stared into eachothers eyes, never moving or speaking. It had been the most erotic dream of his life, though he couldn’t say why.
Jared was the head of the football team, which kept his body toned, he had black hair and thick eyelashes that girls seemed to love, add to that a good nature and a confidence that was rare at his age, and the highschool girls didn’t have a chance. Their legs spread easier than warm butter.
So why, if he could get laid whenever he felt, did he have to be such a freak, drooling over his twin sister? He contemplated this on a Saturday morning, moodily pulling a chocolate muffin apart instead of eating it.
‘Morning brother.’ Megan greeted him as she entered the kitchen, and he jumped guiltily. She was clad in a pair of pajama bottoms and tanktop. Her hair was still tossled from sleep, and he could see through the thin fabric of her tanktop that she was braless, as she plopped down in the seat across from him her small breasts jiggled freely.
‘Something wrong?’ She asked as she began to peel a banana. He merely grunted and shook his head.
Though they were twins, they didn’t much resemble eachother except for their black hair. While he was tan, tall, and broad shouldered, Megan was slender, willowy, and fair skinned, with honey colored eyes and a light spray of freckles across the bridge of her dainty nose. She was definately a looker, and would have attracted a lot of male attention if she wasn’t so shy and bookish.
He watched against his will as her lips parted, revealing the pinkness within, and she took a bite of the banana, licking the corner of her mouth where a piece had stuck. This was too much for Jared, who had little control of his sex drive at the tender age of sixteen, and he groaned as he felt his cock spring to life, no doubt tenting the front of his sweat pants.
She looked up, meeting his eyes questioningly.
‘Are you sure? Maybe your getting sick.’ She questioned, concerned, and to his horror she rose and circled the table to press a hand to his forhead.
In his seated position Jared was eye level with her chest and couldn’t help but stare at the indents her nipples made beneath her shirt. He took in her wonderfully clean scent, free of the perfumes most girls blasted, and shook his head from her hand.
‘No I’m fine, really. Just tired I think. I might go back to bed.’ Megan pulled away and reclaimed her seat, searching his eyes for a moment before nodding.
‘Maybe you should.’ She agreed. And with that he headed for his room, careful to turn away as he rose to hide his erection.
Once safely in his room he sat at the computer and began surfing porn, hoping to find a girl that looked like his sister. To his dismay, none quite matched up with her, and even the ones that resembled her looked so slutty that it ruined it.
Suddenly he had an idea. It took him just a few moments to pull up the folder of photos from last summer’s beach trip, where he found what he wanted; a picture of Megan stretched out on a beach towel, wearing a modest one piece wrapped around her slim frame, but her long legs were visible up to her hips, and because one arm was raised over her head he could see the faintest hint of the side of her breast.
He eagerly unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free.