Chapter 1 – "The Ex-Effect"
Disclaimer – This is not a "quick-fix" story. It is not intended to be as such. I want to tell a story that has erotic moments that are depicted explicitly, however, first and foremost it is a story. This story fits into the incest category; if that is offensive to you, do not read further.
I would like to offer thanks to angel love for editing this story for me.
Looking up Samantha felt the soft droplets of water begin to splash on her skin. 'Damn rain' she thought to herself. With still over four blocks to her apartment, she dreaded the rest of the walk.
Samantha jumped as a bolt of lighting struck no more than a mile away. "Better get home. Better get home" she kept mumbling to herself over and over.
As she quickened her pace so did the rain. It wasn't long before her clothes were drenched. *BEEP* -Again Samantha jumped; this time it was a car.
"Hey, you need a ride? It's absolutely pouring!" a man's voice came from the vehicle.
'Wow nice car' she thought to herself eyeing the Porsche. Samantha was a complete car nut and she loved Porches.
"Sure, anything to get out of this mess!" she replied climbing in.
She wondered why in the world anyone would let a soaking wet person sit on the perfect leather seats of their Porsche. She didn't care though; it only took a second of sitting in that seat for her to fall in love. In fact, she noted to herself, it was almost turning her on.
"My name is Hank, and her name is Sam" he said.
"Uh, how did you know my name?" Samantha had a very puzzled look on her face.
"No, no,
her
name is Sam, the car! You're Sam too? How funny is that?"
"Oh okay! Yeah my name is Samantha, nice to meet you Hank, and you too Sam," she softly stroked the dashboard. "I'm just down the road here, on 2nd street."
"Sure ok,"
Hank was kind of cute she thought especially when he hit the gas and started down the road. All that power must be blurring her judgment. Looking down at herself she figured his judgment was likely to be just as impaired. Her shirt was soaked and she was certain she looked like something out of a wet t-shirt contest. She's the kind of girl who got a lot of looks anyway, so as long as this guy was strait, she was quite certain he was enjoying himself.
They pulled up to Sam's apartment and she thanked him for the ride. Hank had wished the ride was longer, hoping to meet someone new since he had just moved to this town but it wasn't to be, he conceded. He did linger for a moment however, just to watch her in and make a mental note of her apartment number.
She was quite attractive. She was much younger than him though, and probably felt uncomfortable in his car. 'Perhaps twenty or twenty one', he thought. She was actually only nineteen. 'She's a student at the local university no doubt', since she was carrying a backpack and was walking from that direction when he found her in the rain. In fact she was a freshman, though she could have easily passed for a senior.
'Damn!' Samantha thought to herself digging in her purse. "Shit," she mumbled out loud.
She looked out over the ledge and saw Hank was still parked. She put her hand in the air as if to gesture for him to stay. She turned and bounced down the stairs as Hank stepped out of his car just enough to see what was up.
"Do you have a phone? I can't find my keys and I need to call someone." Samantha was visibly embarrassed but at the same time wondered why this guy hadn't left already. Was he lingering intentionally? The thought of it peaked her interest since this guy was very good looking, whether his car was hot or not, she convinced herself.
"You're just a mess of trouble today," Hank said, hoping her humor was as nice as her looks. He also couldn't help but notice how her clothes were clinging to her body, being so wet from the rain.
"That's what happens when you take rides from strangers! You get into a mess of trouble!" Samantha laughed at herself.
Smiling and handing Samantha his phone he conceded, "I could argue that since you know my name we aren't strangers, however, I prefer an image of mystery."
"Thank you kind stranger," Samantha's eyebrows threw him a look of curiosity as she began to dial. "Hey Trav, I locked myself out again, can you come over? Please!" Samantha took about five times as long as normal to say the word "please".
Hank could hear the person on the other end laughing really hard. "If your head were detachable you'd probably loose that too!" and then there was more laughter.
Samantha just rolled her eyes trying to hide her embarrassment. "Thank you" Samantha finally said sweetly as she hung up the phone.
'Well, damn,' Hank thought to himself, 'she's got a boyfriend'. A little disappointed Hank clipped his phone to his belt. "Would you like me to stay until your boyfriend gets here?"
"Oh I don't know. You seem so mysterious, I don't think my brother would like you very much," she gave a little wink as she said the word "brother" knowing full well that he had probably thought the person she called was her boyfriend.
"Oh so that was your brother on the phone? That's a mean little trick letting me think you were spoken for!" Hank said, relieved, for a moment.
Samantha was laughing to herself now, her little wheels turning, she thought she would be a little mean to this fellow; he seemed like the type who would appreciate a little messing around
. "Oh did I say I wasn't spoken for? I just meant to say that my brother probably wouldn't like you," her face gave little indication that she was joking but none the less Hank was sure she was.
He chose to play along, "You know, my sister has never liked any of the women I've dated either," he was trying to pretend to understand her dilemma, "but, none of them liked her either, so it's all good," he smiled.
And just like that Samantha decided to make a bold move, bold for her at least. She reached out and grabbed his phone again and began to push buttons. "Uhmm," Hank leaned over to try and see what she was doing but she just titled the phone so he couldn't.
"There," she said "all done."
"What did you do?" Hank was smiling but confused at the same time.
"I put my number in you phonebook." Samantha was grinning ear to ear, very proud of herself for making such a bold move before he had. "Besides," she continued "anyone who keeps their mom's and dentist's numbers in their phone book is ok with me!" she laughed.
Hank was feeling pretty good by that time. Thinking this was going to be an easy play he decided to go ahead and make a move and grabbed Samantha by the waist letting his body weight pin her to the block wall. Then attempting to kiss her hard on the lips thinking, 'I'll give this girl exactly what she wants, me.'
"Hey now! Slow down Mister!" Samantha tried to push him off, but Hank was having none of that as he grabbed her arms tightly to pin them, "What the fuck are you doing? Get off me you creep!" by the time she finished that sentence her voice was at a high shrill.
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Travis is the kind of guy who goes with the flow. He never makes plans more than two hours in advance, and much like his sister, he was a very spontaneous person. He and Samantha had both come to this college in pursuit of bigger and better things. Growing up as twins they shared many things and at this stage it just seemed normal that college would be one more thing to share. Samantha was a little more independent though. She fought hard to get her own place and Travis was content to just live in the dorms, since that's how the university liked it anyway.
Three times this semester Samantha had managed to lock herself out. Perhaps when you don't have a car to drive you just don't think as much about where your keys are. Travis was bored anyway, so hanging out at Samantha's apartment seemed like a good way to pass the Friday by.
'Glad the rain slacked off,' he thought, it had just been thundering and lightning about ten minutes ago. It's funny how the weather can change like that around here.
Travis didn't know it yet but today would be a day he would never forget. As he walked into the parking lot of his sister's apartment building he saw a man in the stairs area near where his sister would have been waiting for him.
'What's he doing?' he drew closer. That's when he saw the girl, 'what's he doing to her? It almost looks like he's attacking her' he thought, 'who is that? Oh no' "Sam!" he shouted.
"TRAVIS!!" she screeched.
Travis immediately sprinted toward his sister and the man that was trying to force himself on her. The man jumped off and ran to the other side of the lot where his car was parked. Travis grabbed a brick from the flowerbed and threw it at the son of a bitch just as the he was opening his door. The hurtling brick smashed right through the door window of the Porsche; the would-be-rapist (at least in Travis's mind) didn't seem to flinch, as he jumped in his car and peeled out. Another brick was thrown but it was no use, the man was getting away.
"Did he hurt you? If he hurt you I swear to god—,"
"No, no, he just; I think he might have. But, he didn't." Tears began to stream down her face, feeling ashamed and violated.
