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-NATALIE-
Andy left for his film shoot a couple days earlier and I was laying in bed, feeling a little lonely and a little guilty. I don't know what came over me that last Sunday morning or why I forced myself on my big brother. There were only so many times I could apologize to him and he did forgive me. But why did I still feel so bad?
My phone vibrated violently and startled me. I rolled over to my nightstand to see that my sister Jessica was calling. I loved Jessica and I missed her, but part of me wished it was Andy.
"Hey Jess," I said as I answered the phone.
"I just found out about Mom and David leaving. Are you okay?" While Jessica was only two years older than me, she still felt the need to act as a sort of protector. I appreciated it, but that role was already filled by Andy.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Andy made sure I was okay before he left to do some reshoots."
"I'm sorry I can't be there, Natty. I can't imagine how lonely you must be."
"Really, Jess, I'll be fine. Andy's only going to be gone for a week."
"Sweetie, you can't rely on him to always be there for you. You know how busy he is." Jessica never liked how taken and needy I was with Andy. Don't get me wrong, she loved Andy too, but she didn't like how much I relied on him and how much "weaker" I made myself in his "presence" or whatever.
"I know, it's just that he's really all I have right now."
"What about Sean?"
"I caught him fucking Amber last Saturday."
"He fucked that bitch?! I'm sorry, Natalie. What an asshole."
"It's my own fault," I said. "He wanted someone who was ready to have sex, but that just wasn't me."
"It's not your fault. He would have cheated on you, regardless."
"Whatever, it's over."
There was a long silence over the phone.
"So how's school going?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"I'm kind of over it, but I still have a long road ahead if I want to be a lawyer. The inheritance I got from Mom and David certainly isn't motivating me."
"I'm glad they gave you your inheritance too. I was starting to feel a little guilty."
"Please, if anyone needs the money, it's you. They left you all alone, you poor thing."
I snorted. "Oh, 'poor thing' my ass. I'm going to be okay."
"I know you'll be fine, Natty, but I still worry about you."
"I know you do. Really, though, don't worry about me."
"I'll do as I damn well please," Jessica said. "Well, I have to go to class. It's been great catching up, but we'll see each other in a couple months at Thanksgiving, yeah?"
"That sounds great. Have fun."
We hung up and I fell back in my bed. It felt weird calling it "my bed," as it was always my parents' bed. I figured I'd get used to it sooner or later anyway.
I definitely knew that I could get used to the hot tub in my bathroom. Even when my parents lived here, I would use it sometimes. But now, with my parents abandoning me and all, it was free for me to use whenever I wanted. And so, I stripped out of Andy's old shirt and sank myself into the hot tub.
Feeling the hot water envelope my body was one of the best feelings ever. I could lay there all day, thinking about nothing in particular. However, this time, my thoughts traveled back to Andy, as they had been doing ever since he left.
Andy's cock was so big, so veiny, and so warm. Truth be told, the size of him was terrifying. Taking that beast inside of me would surely split me in two. And yet, I wanted nothing more for him to penetrate me and have his way with me as I held onto him for dear life.
I came back to reality as I realized that one of the jets from the other side of the hot tub was faintly massaging my pussy. I was always curious about masturbating with the use of the hot tub, but I always chickened out. Now, however, I was too horny to think of anything else.
After setting the jets to a lower setting, I opened my legs in front of one of them. I made sure to be extra careful about where the jets would hit, as I still wanted to save my hymen for (hopefully) Andy.
I raised my crotch up and, the instant the jet stream collided with my clit, I let out a high-pitched squeal. Startling myself, I lowered my body. I was worried about people hearing me, but then remembered that I was the only person living in this giant house.
With my bravery returned, I raised my pussy up to the jet again. I whimpered as the jet stream constantly massaged my clit, a feeling that my fingers and my body pillow certainly couldn't live up to.
I already felt myself cumming and I started convulsing, squeezing my small breasts and teasing my erect nipples, trying to heighten my orgasm. I thought about Andy taking me in every position possible. About Andy holding me in his arms and resting my head on his chest as he did whatever he pleased with me.
The orgasm I had was the best one of my entire life (thus far, at least).
I drained the hot tub and crawled out on trembling legs. I went to the mirror and started combing my hair out.
As I stared at my naked body, I became increasingly self-conscious. Why did I even bother thinking of Andy making love to me? Even if I wasn't his little sister, it's not like he would ever fuck a girl like me. My breasts are too small, my frame too girlish, my skin was too white, I had ugly tan lines where my bikini was, and my hair was dark brown and not a luscious, shiny, golden blonde like a lot of guys love. I was just ordinary and Andy was a big star, capable of getting any girl he wanted. He would never fuck his plain, small, needy little sister.
Wiping a tear away, I did my best to clear my head. It was no use thinking such things of my big brother. I just sighed, put on Andy's old t-shirt, grabbed the body pillow I always pretended was Andy, and watched romantic comedies all day like the stereotypical lovesick teenager I was.
-ANDY-
The reshoots wrapped everything earlier than anticipated, and so I headed home to LA the night before I was scheduled to arrive. I didn't bother telling Natalie, as I wanted to surprise her. The poor girl probably needed a pleasant surprise after last weekend.
I drove up into her driveway by almost midnight and noticed that the house was completely dark. I entered the house as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Natalie. After disarming and rearming the alarm, I tiptoed upstairs to her room.
Natalie's bedroom door slid open and there she was on the bed. She was just wearing my old t-shirt and some tiny red panties. The shirt rose up a little and made her ass completely vulnerable. Her tiny body was wrapped around that body pillow she loved so much and the California King bed seemed to shrink her appearance even more.
After supressing my imminent erection, I got into just some pajama pants and climbed into bed next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. She woke up instantly.
"Andy? You're home?" She asked, still groggy.
"Yeah, we finished everything earlier than we thought."
"Good, I missed you."
