Copyrighted "noonehere78" All rights reserved.
All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years or older. This is a work of fiction and any names are coincidental and do not portray any real life persons.
***This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I am trying to establish a story that will encompass many chapters and for that reason there is not a lot of sex in the first chapter (although there is some at the end). Any feedback is welcome and appreciated. If this first chapter is not received well I may end this story and try again fresh, but I guess we'll see on that. I would like to thank many of the great writers that submitted stories on this website that inspired me. I will not name them without permission but rest assured, many of them grace the top lists. Thank you and enjoy.
"Hey, you okay?" The voices sounded as if in a dream. Nathan opened his eyes and found himself staring at two strange faces.
"Where am I?" He asked and tenderly touched the large lump on the side of his head with his fingers.
"Montana," the guy on the left said.
"Don't be a moron, he knows he's in Montana." The other guy looked at Nathan, "You do know you're in Montana, right?"
"Yeah," Nathan replied groggily. "What happened?"
"My brother was working on his sinker. The pitch got away from me."
"You gave me the sign for a curveball." The brothers continued to argue until Nathan sat up. "Do you need a ride to the hospital? You could have a concussion."
"I'm okay; I live the next street down. I think I'll be alright." They helped Nathan stand up and made sure he was stable.
"I'm Walt, and this is my brother Will."
"My name's Nate, nice to meet you guys." Nate was still tenderly rubbing the lump on his head.
"You sure you don't need a ride?"
"I'm good but thanks, take it easy guys." Nate walked home wondering what he had done to endure the torture this day had brought him. He was fairly sure he wasn't a bad person. But lady luck was never one to smile on him. In fact he was positive she blamed him for some tragedy that had befallen her. He let out a sigh and walked through the front door.
The best way to describe Nathan was average. He was an average student; mostly B's with a few A's littered here and there. He loved sports and was usually second string on most teams. He was a little of a tech nerd though. He couldn't walk past an electronics store without stopping in for a look.
He walked in the door and was greeted by his sister Amy in the nicest way possible. "Where the hell is my ipod?"
"I don't know, ask Bobby." He really didn't need this right now.
"I'm asking you Nat. Where the hell did you put my ipod?"
Nathan couldn't take anymore. "I don't have your fucking ipod. I don't even like that techno shit you listen too, so why would I take your piece of shit mp3 player? And I hate it when you call me Nat." Nathan stomped upstairs to his room leaving his sister staring at him wide eyed.
He lay down on his bed and started to fall asleep when he heard a knock on his door. He mumbled to himself before getting up and opening the door. He saw a brief look of concern pass over Amy's face.
"What the hell's wrong with you? I don't think I've ever heard you cuss at me."
Nathan sighed heavily. Might as well get it out or she'd just keep bugging him about it. "Cindy and I broke up."
"What?" Amy seemed more surprised than Nathan had when Cindy told him. "You two were dating for over a year. You guys were like the perfect couple. You even said you two were going to the same college."
"Things kinda fell apart the last month. Arguing more and spending less time with each other."
"I'm sorry." She put a hand on his shoulder and saw the bump on the side of his head. "What happened there?"
"Got knocked out with a baseball."
"You need to go to the hospital," she held up a finger to silence his protestations, "and you don't get to argue about it unless you want me to call mom at work." Calling his mother would've have been a very bad idea. He'd have to deal with all that babying on top of her being pissed at taking a half day.
"Fine, let's go. You know when I turned eighteen I thought I'd get to make more decisions in my life. Work where I want, go to college if I want, not go to the hospital if I didn't want."
"Well I am older than you so I've got way more life experience. "
"You're fifteen months older. There is no way you're that much more experienced than I am."
"Well if we're talking sexually, I think I have you beat. Unless you've been cheating on Cindy the past year." She gave Nathan a sidelong glance as they walked to the car.
Nathan cleared his throat, he refused to talk about his sex life, or lack thereof, with his sister. "No I haven't been cheating on her, and no we're not talking about sexual experience."
"Did I touch a nerve?"
"If you keep it up, I'm not going to the hospital."
"Okay okay, don't get you're panties in a bunch. I'll leave you alone." The trip to the hospital turned out to be a waste of time. Although secretly Nathan was relieved to hear nothing was wrong, he'd never live it down from his sister if he thanked her.
"Told you, nothing's wrong, can we go now?
"I just wanted to make sure. I only have two brothers and Bobby is definitely not my favorite."
"I'm your favorite brother? How can you even choose between family?"
"Don't get me wrong, I love Bobby, but do you know the hell he's put me through? I'm so sick of all the pranks he pulls on me." Nathan laughed. Bobby was the oldest at 22 but often acted as the baby of the family.
"Remember when he put a snake in your tub? I think you woke half the block that morning."
Amy slapped his shoulder. "Stop laughing. Dad had to check my bathroom for a month after that."
"Well if I'm your favorite, than how come I keep getting all this shit from you whenever something happens?"
"Why not?" She shrugged and made the turn onto their street.
"Bitch," he said softly.
"Yeah, but I'm a bitch with a date tonight. And you get to stay home and masturbate to that porno you watch all the time." As mad as Nathan was, he was also curious.
"How do you know what I beat off to? Been snooping in my room?"
"I don't snoop, and you play it loud enough for everyone in the house to hear." Nate smiled at the way she was getting flustered.
"No way, I always mute it, how do you know sis? Have you been snooping, or..."
"We're home, I'm glad you're okay. I'm gonna go get ready for my date." With that, she walked in the house and up the stairs to her room. Nathan unconsciously watched her ass as she ascended the staircase.
"Nice," he said to himself. He shook himself out of his trance and touched the tender lump on his head. "Wow, maybe that baseball did do some damage after all." Nate walked to his room and lay down intent on getting an early nights rest. He wanted this day to end more than anything and closed his eyes.
He woke up around midnight with the excuse of using the bathroom. From the hallway he heard voices downstairs, one he recognized as his sister. "Stop, my mom's upstairs, she'll hear us."
"We'll just be quiet then," said a guy's voice he didn't know.
"I mean it, get off, we're not doing this." At that, Nate was already on his way downstairs hearing his sister's objections.
"Look, you're drunk and you've been teasing me all night, a kiss is not going to fix my big problem down here." Nate had reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard a punch followed by a thud. Walking into the living room he saw his sister standing over the guy with her foot pressed against his throat. The first thing Nate noticed was her shirt open revealing her lacy white bra, struggling to contain the most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen.
"Wow, looks like you don't need little brother to save you." Nate said offhandedly. Amy looked at Nate, her eyes showing her anger.
"Could you please get him out of here, before I really hurt him?" she asked Nate breathing heavily.
"I would love to," Nate said with a pleasant smile. He walked over and helped the guy to his feet after kicking him in the ribs a couple times. After walking the guy out the door, he turned him around and took a picture with his camera phone.
"If you ever come near my sister again, I will do so much worse than kick your ass." Nate then hit the would-be rapist in the temple sending him sprawling in the front yard.
"You didn't have to hit him again you know," Amy said from halfway up the steps.
"Did you really think I wouldn't?" Amy gave him a smile, before turning to go to bed. "You look beautiful tonight by the way."
"Thank you sweetie," Amy turned and gave Nate a smile that almost dropped him to his knees. "Good night." Nate stood there, his mouth dry while he watched his sister walk up the stairs, her dress flowing around her perfect legs.
"Pervert," he said to himself before going to the kitchen to get some juice to drink and ice for his hand. His cock was painfully hard in his pants and hurried to his room for some much needed relief. Most of his jack off sessions he thought about Cindy, or he guiltily admitted to himself, one of the cheerleaders from school. When he closed his eyes this time though, images of his sister's bra encased tits and legs made him explode. Thinking about his sister didn't leave any feelings of guilt in him, which he thought was strange.
