21 comments/ 86445 views/ 74 favorites Andy and Samantha By: wakingDown All characters are over 18. This is a long build up story. * Andy sat at his desk, headphones jammed into his ears, fast and loud thrash metal audible from across the room. He was banging out an email to his ex-girlfriend, trying to assure her that, yes, he was in fact done with her. She had been just as obstinate last week when he told her after work. He had learned through a coworker that she had been fucking one his friends, and his friend had come clean about it when Andy called him on his cigarette break. Andy didn't hear his door open. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He didn't know anyone was there until he felt the tap on his shoulder. He jumped, more than a little startled, and pulled the headphones out as he spun around in his chair. "Shit! Sammy, you scared the piss out of me!" He said, his heart slowing back down. "I see. Sorry about that. I knocked and you didn't answer. Hell, you didn't answer when I said your name right next to you. I could hear that shit from the door. Mom and dad just left, and mom said to tell you that there was money on the counter for food." Samantha said, trying not to giggle. "Ok. I told her I could take care of dinner." Andy said, not surprised. "I'll be in my room if you need anything." Sammy said, before skipping out of the room. Andy sat a moment, trying to figure out what he should do next in his life. He had graduated college, gotten a job as a warehouse manager, moved into his girlfriend's place, and had begun a life for himself, thinking everything was going right. Then this mess with Helen, his ex, and he moved out. He only took his stuff that he had brought when he moved in, clothes and old CD's mostly. He had moved back in with his parents until he could find a new place. It had only been a week, but it felt longer. His room had been turned into an office for his father, and they had been welcoming enough, but he still did not want to stay. He liked having his own place. He was 26, too old in his opinion to be living at home. His sister still lived here, but that was because she had not wanted to move into a dorm when she went to college, and their parents did not think it was safe for her to find an apartment with whoever she could the way Andy had. Andy had chosen a rough life growing up, only deciding to clean up his act after a close call the year after high school that neither his parents nor Sammy knew all the details about. He could handle himself in a 'scraping by' way far better than his sweet and innocent little sister ever could. She was a sophomore this year at the same school he had gone through. His sophomore year had been funded by his part time crap job as a deliveryman and by selling whatever drugs he could quickly turn around, a skill set that Sammy had not picked up in her good girl high school years the way he had. He sighed and shut the laptop with a snap. Fuck her. She can wait on another email that was just a re-wording of "Eat shit and die in a fire." He went to the kitchen, grabbed the money off the counter and went to his parents' room. He left the cash on his mom's dresser and pulled out his cell phone. He went to his sister's door and knocked. When she hollered he opened the door, and found her, surprise surprise, doing her homework. "I'm gonna order pizza, if that's ok. Don't feel like cooking anything or driving out to get something." He said, leaning on the door frame. She set her notebook aside and frowned. "Pizza isn't all that healthy, you know." She said. "Won't be the first unhealthy thing I've ever done." He shrugged. "Yeah, no kidding. I'll fix something, what do you want? I need a break anyways." She said, tossing her pen down and stretching. "Um, whatever is fine. I'm not picky." Andy said, trying not to notice how she looked, arms up and back arched. Her t-shirt was tight enough that her breasts and nipples were easy to pick out, and her stomach was tight, just a hint of the muscles underneath showing. He hadn't seen her in almost two years before moving back in, and she had grown a bit since then. "Ok. Fried rice and noodles it is." She said, skipping past him to leave. He watched her go, her butt flexing nicely under her cutoff jean shorts. He shook his head, chiding himself. She was 20 now, and it seemed she had grown out of her gawky stage after all. The last time he saw her she still looked gangly and awkward even at eighteen. A late bloomer where he thought she would be a no bloomer, just always a wiry, flat chested, no butt bookworm. Apparently he had been very wrong. She was still a little weird though, as she still skipped everywhere whenever possible. She was still extremely shy around everyone but family, and even with the family she was the quiet one. As he heard her start to sing, he confirmed that, yes, she still sang whenever she cooked, just belting out whatever song was going through her head at the time. Tonight it was Heaven and Hell. He frowned at that, as he had never heard her so much as listen to anything harder than Shania Twain or the Spice Girls, much less sing any Black Sabbath. "Oh well, Sabbath certainly beats the shit out of the Backstreet Boys." He muttered under his breath, walking to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer and sat at the table, trying to ease his headache. He listened a little closer and heard a fairly good go at sounding like Dio, and smiled a bit. She was scrambling eggs when she finished Heaven and Hell. "So since when do you sing Black Sabbath?" He asked when she finished. "Oh, I kinda got into rock a couple years back. I dunno, I just kinda started to check it out. See what all the fuss was about. I like a lot of it." She said, looking a little guilty. There was the shy streak he knew. "Cool. So, anything like Slayer or Exodus? Or just like the hard rock stuff?" He asked, grinning. There was no way she would be listening to the deafening metal that he listened to. "Well, I like Exodus, but I don't like some of the stuff Slayer sings about. Like Payback? Ugh, not my cup of tea, but some of their stuff is good. I really like Metal Church, though, their guitar player guy plays some neat sounding stuff, and the songs are about neat stuff." Andy sat shocked. Here was his little goody two shoes sister talking about Metal Church and Slayer. He almost wanted to look around for a hidden camera because this had to be a joke. "You have to be absolutely shitting me. What happened to the crap you used to listen to? The Britney Blowjob and Shit-tastic Twain?" He asked, using the phrases that had gotten her so mad when she was a kid. Now she just laughed and kept cooking. "Shit-tastic Twain. I'd forgotten all about that one. I still listen to all that stuff, but now I listen to heavier stuff too. People change. Hell, look at you. Whatever happened to coming home a bloody mess, drunk and god knows what else, with new stitches you sewed yourself? Now you wear button-down shirts instead of greasy rags with band logos on them." She replied, mixing the eggs with the rice. "Well if I want a job that doesn't get me shot at then I need to dress nice. I don't always wear that crap." He answered, pointing at his chest to the Megadeth shirt he was wearing. Though she did have a point in that the shirt was clean, and had no holes or burns. "As long as you're not getting shot at I'm happy. I was worried most of the time you were gone, you know. With the way you used to be, I was always scared you were gonna get yourself killed." She said in a quieter, more serious tone. "Hell, Sammy. You know I can take care of myself. And I called while I was gone, mostly. It's not like I just up and disappeared for years at a time." He said, his chuckle sounding a little forced even to him. "It felt like you did, sometimes. And I know mom worried like hell, but she did pretty good at hiding it." Sammy replied, seasoning the noodles. "Sometimes, back then, I thought that you guys would have been better off if I had disappeared." He said, his voice now the quiet one, staring at his beer. "Don't say shit like that, Andy. You had us worried enough as it is before you figured out how to live in society." She said, fixing two plates. She set his plate down and sat next to him. They ate in a slightly awkward silence for a bit before she looked up. "So what's the deal with Helen, if it's ok to ask?" She asked. "Well, everything was going fine, then she fucked a buddy of mine behind my back for a few weeks before I found out. So I moved out. Not much to tell." He said, not really wanting to talk about it. He figured he would tell her whatever she wanted to know if she pressed, though. He had always liked his kid sister despite their differences, and hated to lie or hide the truth from her. "Why would she do that?" Sammy asked with a frown. "Sam, If men knew why women did half the shit they do, then this world would be a much calmer, less confusing place." He said with a sigh, getting a laugh out of her. "Fair enough. Not all women are like that though. Don't judge all of us because you found a bitch." She said. She had never met Helen, but had never really liked her. "She was just the last in a string of them. And she was the first that I had lived with. Oh well. At least I found out she was a cheater early. Know what I mean?" "If you went for a higher caliber of girl than the ones you've always chased, then you probably wouldn't have those problems." "Old habits and shit. Maybe I'll just take some time off from women, get myself sorted out, and try again later." "Don't take too much time off, or you might miss a good one." She said, a little grin on her mouth. After he had washed the dishes, he sprawled out on the couch, watching TV. He dropped his feet off the couch without thinking when he heard his parents' car pull into the driveway. They came in, mom a little tipsy from their date night. "Hey guys. Have fun?" Andy asked, killing the TV. "We had a ball, but I am exhausted." His mom said, a slight slur in her voice. "I think it's an early bed night for us." "Yes indeed." His father added, leading mom into the hallway. "See you morning." Andy didn't want to think about what 'early bed night' might entail, so he went upstairs to his room. He opened the door and found Sammy sitting cross legged on his bed. "Early bed night?" She asked, putting her book down. "Yeah, that's what mom called it." "Ew. Could I stay in your room until they actually go to sleep? Their 'early bed nights' can be heard pretty clearly through the vent in my floor." She grimaced. Andy laughed and nodded. He was fine with it, and liked talking to his sister. He sat on the bed next to her and flopped onto his back, hands behind his head. "Can I ask you a serious question?" Sam asked, looking shy again. "Sure kid, you know you can." He answered. "What happened that night?" She almost whispered. 'That night' could only mean one night in particular. The night he decided to get out of his bad lifestyle. She had been thirteen, he was eighteen. His parents had never been able to get him to tell what the problem actually was, and Sammy had never asked, worried about what the answer might be. Andy sat up and looked at his hands. He thought about it, thought about lying, and thought about how the truth might affect his relationship with his sister. After a moment, he sighed and decided that she deserved the truth. "Me and a few other guys were a couple towns over, trying to make a big sale. I had a couple hundred pounds of weed, and Vic, you remember him?" She nodded "he had about fifty pounds of coke. We were told that a couple of guys were willing to buy it all for a good price. The price was good. A bit too good. We should have seen it coming a mile away, but we were both pretty heavy into the coke by then. We just thought 'fuck yeah, offload this for a helluva profit and reinvest' and that was it. We got there, an old empty store. We went through the back door, like we were told. Just me and Vic and Ricky. Ricky was supposed to be our back-up. What a joke. Ricky might be big, but that's it. He doesn't know how to fight, and he doesn't know how to shoot. We went in and there was, like a dozen guys. All holding guns. The guy in the middle asked why we thought we could sell in his county. I told him 'because I have shit to sell fuck-nuts'. He was less than thrilled. As soon as the guns came up we ran back out the door. I had a piece of shit revolver, a cheap little .38 snub-nose. I fired it over my shoulder as we ran. Vic had his dad's Colt. He fired over his shoulder. Ricky had a little .22 automatic. He fired into the air, behind us, beside us, fucking everywhere. We're lucky Ricky didn't kill us himself. As it was, he was the one that grazed my shoulder." He said, rubbing his right shoulder just above the chest absently. "The only person who had a shot at my front was Ricky, running right beside me. We split up at the train tracks. Vic went into the Greyhound station down the street and hid under a bus, ditching his duffel bag of coke at the tracks. I slung my duffel into the culvert under them. Ricky went right, following the tracks a ways before cutting into the parking lot of a bar. I ran down the tracks all the way to the switchyard. Two guys were right on my ass, shooting. My shoulder was killing me, my coke had mostly worn off, and I felt my pants leg tug right before I felt a line of pain on the outside of my thigh. One of the shits had grazed me. I veered hard into the space between two boxcars and started weaving through the other cars that were all around. I stayed ahead of them for the most part, but they fired every time they saw me. That's when this one happened." He held up his left hand, pointing at the long scarred gouge that ran up the side of his palm, from wrist two the base of his little finger, which still stuck out a little crooked, and always would from the badly healed break. "I worked my way towards the train yard offices, knowing that there would be lights and security guards there, and that if I could hide near them, that the assholes would have to give up the chase. They did when they noticed where I was going. The security guards were already raising a ruckus about the shooting, and were screaming into their radios for someone to call the cops. I hid under boxcars and shot through the shadows, working my way back to the other side of the tracks. I stole a bike that was leaning against a house and pedaled back to the side street where Ricky had left his car and laid down in the back seat. I ripped up the greasy towel in the floor board and wrapped my leg and hand, and just held what was left against my chest. Ricky showed up about twenty minutes after that. He said Vic had boosted a car and left. Me and Ricky got back here as quick as we could. Ricky was fine, and couldn't stop apologizing once I told him he had shot me. That was the night Vic went up for Grand Theft Auto and Assault with a Deadly Weapon. When I got back here, I must have looked like hell." Sammy, who had been silent through this nodded, and said "Yeah, mom, wouldn't stop crying. I remember her screaming about going to the hospital and the cops, and how you had to tell her what happened because she was you mom." "Yeah. I stitched myself up that night too. The next morning is when I heard on the news that one of the drug dealers had been shot. He had been shot with a .38. He didn't die, but it was a near thing. I took the pistol and buried it that day. It's probably still under the bleachers." He scoffed. "Bleachers? What bleachers? The only ones I know of are at the high school. You buried a gun at school? Holy shit, Andy! Why not the river, or a dumpster, or something? The school? Really?" She was close to yelling, and from her red eyes close to crying as well. "I was still shaking the coke out of my system. I wasn't really thinking. I forgot it was in my pocket until I was almost in the parking lot. So I ran over to the field and jammed it under the trash can back there. After school was out, I went back with a buck knife and ripped up a hole, about a foot and a half deep and buried it right there. Who's going to look for a gun buried at a high school?" He explained. "And that was the thing that it took for you to wake up? Getting shot three times in a drug deal that ended with you shooting a guy and your buddy going to prison? Fuck, Andy, you're a smart guy. You would think you would have figured it out way before then." She muttered. Tears finally falling down her cheeks. "Hey, don't cry, Sammy. Please. I know, I was acting like a fucking idiot and I wasted a lot of time on doing it. I never wanted to worry you guys, that's why I didn't tell you. But I learned from it. I dropped the drugs, dropped a lot of pissed off friends, and took the GED. Made a run at college, surprised myself by passing, and I'm trying to live well now. I don't sell drugs anymore, not even to pay bills as a last resort. I've got a good job, and I actually like the work. I'm trying to do good here." He said, his voice quiet and rough. Sammy put her head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around her, rubbing her arm. "Just make sure you don't go back to doing that shit. I mean it. I know a lot of people backslide and go back to drugs and crime and stuff, but don't you dare." She whispered. "I won't. I'm a new man. Especially now. I'm gonna get a place, go to work, keep my nose clean, and fly right. Don't you worry about that. Hell, maybe own a house and get married someday." He chuckled. "Someday." She echoed. Sammy left a little while after that, saying a quiet goodnight and walking down the hall. He noticed that she didn't skip, and wondered at what that meant. He hoped that he hadn't fucked up his relationship with one of the few people that liked him in the world. He turned off the lamp and rolled into bed, settling in for a night of little sleep. He woke up to the harsh glare of the sun coming in through the open curtain and someone sitting on the edge of his bed poking him on the chest. "Hey, get up lazy. It's almost nine." Sammy said as he blinked and sat up. "Shit. I'm up, I'm up." He grumbled. Sammy pointed at a mug of coffee on his desk and stood up. "Breakfast will be ready soon. Go shower, you smell like a monkey-house." She said, then skipped out of his room. He heard her start singing in the kitchen as he shuffled into the bathroom, gulping coffee. Hall and Oates today. "Good god, not this early." He grumbled to himself as he shut the door and turned on the water. He came down the stairs to the rich smell of eggs, bacon, and hash browns. His stomach groaned and he sat down in front of the plate next to Sammy. "Awesome. Thank you Sam." He said. "Mmhmm. Mom and dad took off, they said they wanted to head down to the outlet mall and check out a couple of sales. They should be back this evening. You know how mom is down there. "Yeah. Hey, about that night,' he started, but she cut him off by putting her hand on his thigh. "It's ok. It happened a long time ago. But I'm glad you told me the truth." She said evenly. "Ok" he said, then paused. "How do you know I told you the truth?" He asked, frowning. "Oh. Well, uh, I sort of dated someone that knew about it." She said, turning red. Her hand was still on his thigh, but he wasn't thinking about that. "Wait. You what?" He asked, surprised. "No one knows about that, no one but me, Vic and Ricky. Who the hell did you date?" "Um. Ricky." "You dated that turd? Jesus bloody fisted Christ! He's a tree trunk! In size and intellect! Why the hell would you date one of my loser buddies?" He almost yelled. Her face went a deeper shade of red and she looked at her plate, her shoulders hunched a little. Andy and Samantha Ch. 02 Andy sat up as the alarm clock buzzed. He didn't see Sam anywhere, but heard her singing in the kitchen. Tool, very nice. He clicked off the alarm and last night ran through his head. He sat a moment, smiling a little, hoping that she didn't regret it. The way she acted, he doubted she would, but it was possible. He got up and went across the hall to his room and grabbed some clothes for after his shower. He stepped out of the bathroom, shaved and combed for work. He stepped into the living area and saw Sam, dressed and ready to leave, eating a bowl of cereal. "I heard you singing. You sing when pouring cereal?" He chuckled. She pointed to the counter instead of talking through a mouthful of frosted flakes. He saw a paper plate with a couple grilled cheese sandwiches. "Holy crap, thanks. How, uh, how did you grill them? We don't have any pans." He asked, walking to the counter. "No, but there was an old pizza pan in the back of one of the cupboards. Gotta run, class starts soon. See you at lunch?" She said, putting her bowl in the sink and running the water. "I'll be here. If not, I'll call." He said. She stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss before skipping out the door. He stood there a moment, smiling to himself. "Guess she doesn't regret it all that much." He said to the empty apartment. Andy had a hard time concentrating at work. At least the place had run smoothly while he was away. Kyle was good at his job, and seen to it that the shop did everything right without supervision. Andy figured that as soon as he picked up a promotion, that Kyle would replace him. He breezed through most of his small backlog of paperwork before lunch, and decided to take it a little early. Kyle asked if he was feeling okay, as Andy almost never left early. Andy just told him he was trying to finish shit up with the move. Kyle nodded and said okay. On his way to the apartment, Andy stopped and bought a cheap set of pans. That ought to hold them until the weekend. He lugged the heavy box through the door and set it down on the counter. He had just put the last one away when Sam came in. He looked up and smiled. She returned the smile and closed the door to skip over to him. They stood a moment, just staring at each other. Andy reached up and ran his finger along her cheek, down her nose, and along the bottom of her bottom lip. She closed her eyes as he did, and when his finger reached the middle of her lip she turned her head down a bit and kissed his finger. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her close, kissing her. Her arms wrapped around him and she pressed against him hard, touching him with as much of her body as she could. When they finally broke the kiss, she had one leg wrapped behind one of his, pulling him to her tightly. "Hi." He whispered. "Hi." She answered, with just the slightest blush. They broke apart and walked to her bedroom, holding hands and staring at each other. Andy couldn't believe his little sister, the do-good book worm, turned out to be such a beautiful young woman and that she would want to be with a scarred, asshole, former druggie like him. Sammy couldn't believe that her brother, finally cleaned up and staying out of trouble would want a scrawny, college girl, nerd like her. She guided him to the bed and pushed him to sit. She knelt in front of him and ran her hand up his thigh to his crotch. "I've wanted to do this for a long time. I just wanted you to know that." She said quietly as her hands undid his pants. When his cock slipped free and bounced out she caught it with her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She tried to smile a bit around his head, but soon gave up on it and started bobbing up and down. She took a little more in with each down stroke, finding that she absolutely loved the taste of him in her mouth. She could taste the drops of precum that formed on the end, and at the top of each stroke she slid her tongue across his tip, getting a groan out of him and the taste of his semen out of his dick. Soon she had worked most of his shaft into her mouth, so that when she was all the way down all that could be seen of his tattoo was 'Ra'. His head was already pushing down into her throat, and she couldn't get any more without gagging, so she settled for that, knowing that in the near future she would have plenty of practice and would soon be able to swallow his whole cock. Andy brushed her hair back, holding it out of the way for her. He didn't think he would last long looking into the eyes of this hottie as she slurped and sucked on his dick. He told her he was about to come and she just sped up, her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, her other hand caressing and tugging on his balls. It was only a few seconds later when he shot his first spurt straight down her throat. She took it like a champ. He could hear and feel her gag a little but her tongue and mouth never slowed. She swallowed the rest as it came, barely managing to keep up with his dick's spurts. After his last twitch and spurt, she stopped her bobbing and simply ran her tongue up and down and all around, cleaning every last little drop of cum she could find. When she finally released his dick from her mouth, he laid back on the bed with a groan. She crawled up and lay on top of him, resting her head on his chest. "How and the hell am I supposed to match that in your pussy?" He asked, still breathing a bit hard. "Just give it your best shot I guess. Whatever you do down there, I'm sure I'll like it." She said cheerfully. "Yes ma'am." He replied before rolling her onto her back. She giggled as his fingers trailed across her stomach and popped the button on her shorts. He pulled her zipper down slowly, watching her face. He tugged on the shorts and she lifted, letting them be tossed to the floor. He ran his hands up her thighs slowly, enjoying the texture. When his hands reached her panties he let his thumbs slide up and down on either side of her slit, using gentle pressure on the thin cotton barrier. He found that she was rather wet by the time his hands got there. She moaned as he sped up, applying more pressure. He stopped to hook his fingers into the waistband and pulled the panties off, Sam lifting again. He sat staring a moment, his fingers trailing lightly up and down, and smiled. Those damned frogs. He was pretty sure he would always get a kick out of them. Sam moaned loudly as his tongue pressed against the bottom of her slit, just below her hole. He slowly licked upward, sliding his tongue from side to side as he did. It tasted far better than he had hoped. It was something he wanted to taste often. He hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he opened them and saw Sammy staring at him, her face relaxed and smiling. He gave her a quick wink and ran his tongue back down, a little quicker this time, and began swirling his tongue in circles as he went up and down a few times, paying close attention to her face as he did, wanting to know what areas really got her going. Armed with this new knowledge, he went to work in earnest. His tongue flicked, licked, and probed, exploring every nook and cranny of her nook and cranny. When she was breathing heavily and her hips were rocking back and forward into his face, he worked two fingers in, and began to swirl and curl them while his mouth settled over her clit. She was panting as he curled his tongue into a tube around her clit and twitched it side to side quickly, vibrating the hell out of it. She began hollering 'oh's and 'ah's as his fingers sped up and his tongue flicked up and down. He felt her clamp down on his fingers tightly and a gush of fluid as she screamed his name, her hips bucking wildly. He kept up as she rode out the orgasm, slowing as her hips slowed. When he sat back and let his fingers slide out of her dripping hole, she was gasping for breath. He settled himself next to her on the bed and ran his hand across her stomach, rubbing lightly. She turned to him and grabbed his head pulling him to her for a long, passionate kiss. When she finally broke away, she stared into his eyes, their noses touching lightly. "Will that work?" He asked quietly, smiling. "Yes, that will work. I want you to do that a lot. Like, a lot a lot." She answered, smiling herself. "Glad you liked it kid." After they had cleaned up and dressed again, they ate a couple cold sandwiches, enjoying the quiet. "So, how are we going to do this? We can't exactly tell the neighbors that were brother and sister when we talk to them. I'm sure they heard us today, and I'm sure they will hear us again." Sammy asked as they gathered their stuff to leave. "Well, let's figure that out tonight. I'm sure we can find a way to handle this." He answered. She nodded and gave him a long, soft kiss. "I gotta get back to school. See you tonight." She said and skipped out the door. He straightened his tie and left shortly afterward, his mind already working over how everything would work out. Not easy, that was for sure, but he thought that they could manage. Sam was already there when he got back. He stepped in to her singing Got the Time, and judging by her jazzy tone it was the original. Nice. He walked over to see what she was cooking. "Pork chops? Awesome. I'm starving." He said, giving her a quick kiss and a pat on her ass. "How was your afternoon? I know I could hardly think. I almost fell asleep in both of my classes, I kept thinking about lunch and then my mind would wander and then I'd be snapping my head back up." She was giggling a little as she said it. "I wasn't falling asleep, but I was a bit, uh, preoccupied I guess you would say. Got a bit of paperwork to catch up on tomorrow." He said, grabbing a couple beers out of the fridge. "So I was thinking. What are we going to do with the spare bedroom? Office for you, like dad has?" She asked, fixing plates. "I'd thought about that when I was thinking about whether or not to take the place. I think I'd like to keep work at work. Did you have any ideas for it?" He asked, opening her beer for her as they went to sit on her, well, their bed. "I dunno. I was thinking like a studio kinda thing. I started painting last year, and I think I'd like to get back into it. I wouldn't take up much room; there would be plenty of space left over. If something like that would be alright?" She said, looking hopeful. "I think that would be nice. I could set up my guitar on one side, your, what, easel? Paint cans? Brushes I guess, on the other?" He said, not sure what all a painters' studio entailed. Sam giggled and shook her head. She tried to imagine herself in a splattered smock, holding her thumb out from behind an easeled canvas, painting the parking lot just outside the window. "No. I usually just sat on a folding chair in the garage, put the canvas on a box or something and leaned it against the wall. All my paint tubes are in a little tackle box. I used an old tea saucer with a chip in it for a palette. Nothing fancy." "I think we can do a little better than a box and dishes for gear. When we go shopping this weekend, let's go to wherever you get painting supplies as well and get you a nice set of stuff to paint. I'd like to see some of your work, if it's alright. It's not like, unicorns farting rainbows or anything is it?" he said, finishing his meal. She giggled again, her face blushing madly. "No rainbow farts, but I did paint a unicorn once. It was in third grade for arts and crafts. I paint other stuff now. Landscapes, psychedelic stuff, some abstract kind of stuff with a lot of fractals. Nothing renaissance or Rembrandt or anything." She said, staring at her plate and smiling a bit. "Cool. You could Michelangelo some stuff to hang on the walls." He said, taking her plate to the sink. When he came back, Sam was laying on the bed, her shorts unbuttoned, and her shirt and bra gone. She smiled as he looked at her. She cupped one of her tits and pinched the nipple lightly, blushing again. Andy walked over to the bed, pulling off his shirt as he did. Sam sat up and ran her hands across this chest and stomach, tracing her fingers over old scars and tattoos. "How did you get these?" She asked, her fingers exploring a couple old slashes on his ribs and a puckered circle just above his navel. "That spot is from a potato gun exploding. The plastic post set on the valve for a trigger stabbed in. almost two inches deep. Those lines were from bringing a roll quarters to a knife fight." He answered, smiling at the memories. "A roll of quarters? What were the quarters for?" She asked, her hands still roaming, looking up at him with a frown. "Wrap a roll of quarters in electrical tape and hold it in your fist for a fist pack and you can fuck someone up. Not as effective when the other guy has a Bowie knife, but still pretty effective when it connects." He explained, tracing his fingers down her cheek, smiling when she turned to kiss his fingers. "What about this?" She asked, pointing to the ragged purple tear across his sternum. "Crack head tried to rob me. Stabbed me in the shoulder, grabbed my coke, and ran." He said, pointing at the indented line on his left shoulder, "I chased him down. He went over a barbed wire fence, so I did too. The top strand was loose, and caught on my shirt. It tugged when I went to climb and tripped me up. I kinda slid back down, and the barbs tore the shit out me." "So much pain." She whispered, looking at the scars. "Nah. Stupidity, yeah, lots of that. But a lot of this stuff was fun." He said, sitting next to her and running his hands up and down her unblemished sides, so unlike his. "You wouldn't do that stuff again, though, would you?" She asked, her voice quiet and serious. Though she was still blushing a bit, she held his eyes as she asked. "Are you kidding? Hell no. Even if I didn't get to be with you I wouldn't do that shit again. As it is, I couldn't do those things and risk losing you. I feel like I've been given a big thing here. A beautiful, smart woman that I love to death, and a chance at a normal life without the constant threat of being crippled or killed. Are you kidding? Risk that? No way in hell." He answered, taking her face in his hands and staring intensely into her eyes, making sure she understood in no uncertain terms what he was telling her. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss started fairly light and calm, but quickly spiraled into a hard, lustful kind of kiss that soon left them breathing heavy. Sam undid Andy's fly and pulled his dick out, stroking it gently. After a moment he stood and stripped his pants and underwear quickly before going back to Sam. He kissed her, pushing her gently onto her back as he did. She went willingly, her arms wrapped around his neck. She lifted her hips when his hands went to her shorts, and she was quickly naked as well, her shorts and panties tossed absently to the floor. Sam broke their kiss and put a hand on Andy's chest and looked at him a second. "Andy? I love you. I have for a while." She said quietly, her face looking a little scared and shy, her dark brown eyes wide innocent. "I love you too, Sam. You know that. And I always will." Andy said, smiling a little. He loved it when she looked like that, all cute and innocent. She smiled and pulled him down to her, kissing him again and wrapping her legs around his waist. She felt his head nudge against her pussy and she tilted her hips for him. She gasped as he slid in, and moaned as he ground against her, working his dick as deep as he could. He soon began a slow, steady pace, digging deep and staying there a moment before pulling out a bit and grinding in again. She whimpered as he did, digging her fingernails into his shoulder blades, not really worrying about hurting him. She knew he could stand more pain than her short fingernails could inflict. As it was, Andy loved the feeling of her nails. He had always liked it when women scratched and bit little during sex. And now that the woman was Sam and the sex wasn't just sex but love, it drove him even crazier. His pace picked up as Sam's whimpers began to run together and turn to a low moan. Her thrusts up against him began to pick up strength, slamming him into her. She was all but panting as he began to really drive into her, pulling out further and further with each go to get more power. He felt her thighs tightening spasmodically and her pussy tighten like a warm vise. He picked up even more speed for a moment before he himself came, both of them gasping and losing rhythm. He gave one more heavy thrust before stopping deep inside. They both lay there, panting and kissing lightly, smiling at each other. "We need to do this a lot. Like a few times a day. The only other guys I've slept with didn't do much. I like this. This is what sex is supposed to be like." Sam said as she caught her breath. "I don't know what I'm doing that's special, but I'll try to keep doing it." "It's all special. And even if it wasn't, it still would be because it's with you." She said, blushing again. "Well, I'll try not to disappoint." He said, rolling off her. They lay there for a while, Andy on his back, arm around Sam's shoulders. Sam had her leg and arm draped across Andy, kissing and nibbling at his chest. Saturday morning they went into town to shop. Andy had a fair bit of money saved up, and made enough that the bills each month would be easily paid, so they had quite a bit of leeway for shopping. They started at the nearest furniture gallery and picked out a nice, soft couch and a small coffee table to go with it. They held hands the entire time, with Sam leaning against Andy's arm. They felt like a couple, like any other couple looking to fill their new home. With the receipt for the couch and table in hand and the order placed for delivery the next day, they went to look for smaller stuff like lamps and whatnot. After they had Andy's truck bed loaded a bit with various items Sam directed Andy to the small art supply store where she bought her painting supplies. Andy insisted that get a full size easel and several pre-stretched canvases of various sizes already stapled to wood backings, ready for paint. She bought a few new brushes and a couple tubes of paint, and a couple small bottles of turpentine. Andy had asked the clerk who rang them up if they sold thin cigarettes and berets, earning a light elbow into his ribs from a madly blushing Sam. Sam got a call from their mother in the afternoon, when they were grabbing some groceries. Mom and dad wanted to visit and check the place out in the morning. Sam agreed and talked for a bit before saying goodbye and telling Andy that their parents were coming over in the morning. Andy paused a second. "I'll need a bed. For when they come over. If they see just the one bed," He trailed off. "Shit. I didn't even think about that. Well, we can pull your mattress from leaning against the wall onto the floor and put a set of sheets on it. We can just store it in the closet in the spare room after that. Would that work do you think?" Sam asked, starting to wonder about how this situation would pop again in the future, in what circumstances. "It should. Mom will probably just be happy to see me using a mattress, bedframe or not. It's things like this that we will have to be careful about. We'll have to be a bit careful about what we say and how we act as well. Crap, this is gonna be a bit difficult." Andy said, staring at the floor as he thought, speaking mostly to himself. When he looked up at Sam and saw she looked worried he quickly smiled and pulled her into his arms, holding her close and rubbing her back. "Hey, relax. We can do this. I don't see why we couldn't. One day of acting like just brother and sister while mom and dad are there, and then back to what we are now when they leave. Yeah, hiding it is a bit inconvenient, but to me that's a very small price to pay." He said, giving her a light kiss after. Andy and Samantha Ch. 02 Sam smiled a bit and looked reassured. She gave him one more squeeze and they continued shopping. With everything put away and the two small lamps set up on their little nightstands in the living room, just waiting for couch to show up between them, Andy and Sam took a break. They sat on the floor in the living room, leaning back against the wall. The TV that they had bought was still in its box, leaning up against the wall beside Andy. He didn't think he was going to worry about setting it up tonight as they had already gotten everything else done. Andy sipped his beer, his arm around Sam's shoulders, feeling like the king of the world. He was tired from a long day of getting things done; he had a beer in one hand and beautiful young woman in the other. Life was good. Sam let her head rest against Andy's shoulder. She felt about the same. She had a beer and was under the strong, secure arm of a man who loved her. She smiled at the thought and snuggled a little closer to him. "It's going to be hard keeping my hands off you tomorrow. I don't know how long I can go without touching you if you're right in front of me, you know?" Andy said, sipping his beer. "Yeah, it won't be easy. Just think of it as a build up for tomorrow night." She said, a devilish grin on her face as she leaned up for a kiss. "Somehow I think that that thought would make it more torturous. Like if I did this." Andy said, putting his hand a fraction of an inch over her crotch and making rubbing motions without actually touching her. Sam watched his hand and giggled. After a moment she pulled his hand down to her crotch with her own hand and sighed softly as he kept his fingers rubbing. "Yeah, I can see how that would drive you nuts. So I guess we should just go at it tonight hard and heavy. Get it out of our system as much as we can so we can bear to wait until tomorrow night." She said, closing her eyes and speaking softly, nuzzling her cheek in his chest. "I'm not sure if it works that way but I am sure that I would like to try that." Andy answered, his voice a little uneven. His hand rubbed harder and he set his beer aside to cup her tit as he leaned down to kiss her. The hand holding his to her pussy pressed harder while her other hand went to his zipper. She quickly had his dick out and was stroking it. She relinquished her hold on his shaft long enough to slip her shirt off and then was right back at it. They both jumped when there was a loud knock on the door. Sam jumped up and rushed to the bedroom, pulling her shirt on as she did. Andy stood up and adjusted his dick so that he wasn't tented out and went to the door. He opened it and was surprised into silence, his jaw hanging a bit. "Hey man, long time no see." Vic said with a lopsided grin. He looked pale and thin, but still much healthier than he had the last time Andy had seen him. "Vic? Holy shit, dude." Andy said quietly, not sure how he felt about seeing his old wingman out of the blue. Sam came around the corner and stopped cold, eyes wide. She hadn't seen Vic since he went to jail either, and was just as shocked as Andy. "Good to see you too. Hey Sam, wow, you really grew up didn't you?" Vic said, with a look in his eye that Andy didn't really care for at all. They stood in silence a moment before Vic asked if he could come in. "Oh, uh, yeah dude, I guess." Andy said, stepping aside. "You're still getting the place together I see." Vic said, looking at the boxes and lack of real furniture. "Yeah, just moved in. How did you know where we live?" Andy asked, finally getting his brain back in gear. "Stopped at your folks' place. Talked to your mom. Her and Ben seem to be doing alright. They were, well, I wouldn't say happy to see me, but they didn't kick me out or anything." Vic said, leaning up against the wall. "When did you get out?" Andy asked. "Couple days ago. Probation for a year, but I'm still a free man. Feels pretty good. Wanted to see how my friends are doing. You guys never visited me in there, I was wondering how you're doing." Vic said, still smiling. Andy didn't like that smile, it didn't seem very genuine. It looked a bit mean to be perfectly honest. Andy's mental defenses immediately went up. He began analyzing the hell out of his old friend, just as he had studied crack heads and meth freaks when he was selling on the street, watching for any sign or indication that things might suddenly go sideways. Without thinking he walked over to stand next to Sam, a little in front of her, putting himself between her and Vic. "Yeah, well, I went to college, that kept me pretty busy, then I got a job, a real one. I've cleaned up, and stopped running. Going to a jail was kinda the opposite of what I wanted to do, you know? I don't talk with any of the old crew, I don't work with them or anything. It seemed like it could only make it harder to go straight if I was associating with them." Andy explained, his eyes still studying Vic closely. He doubted Vic would do anything, but better safe than sorry. He may have been able to mop the floor with Vic when they were pals, but Andy had gone a little soft and Vic had been in jail, enduring god knows what. People change, and he knew it. "Yeah, that's what I hear. Stevie said you almost got into a fight with him not long after the night I got caught. Said you told him a bunch of stuff about wanting out of the dope game and the gutter. He's still pretty pissed about that. Thinks you went traitor to your brothers." "It wasn't traitor. I wanted to fix my life. I couldn't do that slinging skag on the street with the guys. You know that. I just did what I had to do to keep from getting killed." Andy said, not liking where this was going. "Yeah, I guess I can see that, you know. I don't blame you. Now that I ain't hooked I feel a lot better. Probably won't go back to doing it. But that doesn't mean I won't talk to my friends. Well look man, I just wanted to stop by and say hi, I gotta get to my meeting with my probation officer. Good to see you two." He said, offering his hand. Andy shook it, surprised by the iron grip that Vic had. His hands were hard, calloused. "See you guys around." Vic said as he went out the door, looking at Sam as he said it. Andy closed the door and stood there for a while, hand still on the knob, thinking hard. "Andy? Are you alright?" Sam asked cautiously, quietly. Andy snapped his head up to look at her, and she thought she saw a flash of anger in his face, but couldn't tell where it was directed. "I will be, Sam. Don't worry. I just don't like the way he was talking is all. He wasn't like the old Vic at all." Andy answered, calming down a bit. "He scared me a bit." Sam said, looking like she was still scared. Andy went to her and held her. She clung to him tightly, her small hands clutching at his shirt. Her tears soaked silently onto his chest. Andy stroked her hair slowly, trying to reassure her. "You don't have to be scared, I'll take care of you." "I don't want it to go back to the way it was. I don't want to watch you stitch yourself up. Please don't let things go to the way you were." She nearly sobbed. "It won't. I won't let it. I'm not that guy anymore." Andy said firmly. They were quiet as they started getting ready for bed. Andy laid out the spare mattress and threw on a set of sheets real quick for tomorrow before slipping into bed with Sam. He pulled her close and held her. They slept that way, holding tight to each other. Andy woke up before the alarm went off, his eyes snapping open, the dream breaking up as he did. He looked around, confirming that he was in bed with Sam. She shifted a little and muttered something about baked beans before going still again and resuming her slow breathing. Andy sat and thought about the dream. He had been running through the train yard again, but this time it was Vic chasing him. Chasing him and shooting. And he was catching up. Andy slowly felt his heartbeat dropping back to normal. He gently untangled himself from Sam and stood up. Sam mumbled again and went back to sleep. He went to the bathroom, deep in thought. He flushed and went to the kitchen to start the coffee. He didn't think he would be sleeping anymore this morning. He was just sipping his first cup when he heard the alarm go off in the bedroom. He poured Sam a cup of coffee and started towards the bedroom. Sam sat up and killed the alarm as Andy came in. She smiled, still a bit sleepy and took the mug. "Feeling a bit better this morning?" Andy asked, sitting next to her. "Yeah, I think so. Seeing Vic out of nowhere kind of shocked me, I guess. How about you?" She said, sipping coffee and running her fingers through her hair. "Yeah. I didn't like what he said, or how he said it, but I think it was mostly shock. Don't worry about it, kid. I'll take care of you." He said, giving her a kiss. "I know." She answered. Andy was puzzling out the wall mount for the TV while Sam sang and cooked when the knock on the door came. Andy went to the door, a little nervous that it might be Vic again. He opened the door and saw his parents' smiling faces. They sat on the floor and talked over breakfast, mom going on and on about the lack of furniture despite Andy insisting that the couch would arrive that day. After their meal they went on the Grand Tour. It wasn't long. They showed the hall, the bathroom, and then 'Andy's room'. "Andy, you need a bedframe. You can't just leave the mattress on the floor like that." His mom said, frowning. "Huh. I'm just glad there's a bed. I remember you sleeping on your floor, sprawled out across your dirty clothes and god know what else more than few times." His dad said with a small grin. "Yeah, yeah. I told you guys, I'm working on it." Andy sighed. "Does he at least use the bed, Sammy?" Their mother asked, frowning at the still packed up, messy room. "Yep, he sleeps in the bed." Sam said with a knowing smile and a pretty deep blush. They went to 'Sam's room' last. Andy felt his heart rate jump when he realized that a pair of his pants and underwear were in a heap with Sam's at the foot of the bed, right out in the open. Their mom just admonished Andy for spreading his mess throughout the apartment, just like he did when he was living with them. Andy grabbed his clothes and tossed them across the hall into the other room with a guilty grin. They decided to go out for lunch at a nearby deli. They sat around the table talking about Sam's classes, Andy's job, mom's antique shop, and dad's mill. It was a very nice lunch. Not long after they had eaten, Andy felt something brush his leg. He kept talking, trying to ignore Sam's foot at is caressed his calf. It was not an easy task. "So how is it living together, are you guys getting along and everything?" mom asked, nursing her coffee. "Yeah, we, uh we, we get along fine, um," Andy began sputtering. Sam had crossed her legs under the table, letting her rest her foot on his leg, her toes caressing the inside of his thigh, close to his crotch. "It's nice, I get to see Andy again, and it's close to school so there's no big commute. I get to make sure Andy stays out of trouble doesn't do the dumbass things he used to. It' great, actually. I really like it." Sam cut in, sounding calm and normal even as she worked her foot a little higher up Andy's leg. "Oh good. I have to admit I was a little worried that you guys would find that living together again wasn't like it used to be and you would get on each other's nerves." Mom said, smiling wide. "Oh no, it's not like it used to be at all, but it's nice. It's much better than I had hoped." Sam replied, looking at Andy with a blush and a smile. "Yeah, it's, uh, it's good. I don't think I realized how much I missed have Sam around. I'm really glad we're doing this." Andy added, fighting to keep his voice even as Sam's toes wiggled against his balls though his pants. They went on for a while, just chatting, before calling for the check when mom said she had to get back to the house to finish organizing her newest antiques for resale. Sam quickly dropped her foot and slipped her sandal back on without catching attention. They hugged all around in the parking lot and said their goodbyes. As their parents pulled away in dad's battered sedan Andy turned to Sam with a wide grin. "What the hell was that? I thought we were going to be careful. I also thought you were the shy one." He said, stepping close to Sam, pinning her to the car door. She smiled, her face red, and ran her fingers across his chest, lightly scratching on his shirt, and stared down at his stomach, a little too embarrassed to look him in the eye. "I just couldn't go any longer without touching you. Besides, they didn't see." She answered, giggling a little and pressing back against him with her hips. "It's always the quiet ones." He sighed, smiling wider than ever. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before stepping back so she could get into the car. They got back about twenty minutes before the couch and table arrived. They had been standing in the living room, having not made it any farther into the house when he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. She had been taking her shirt off when the guys knocked. With a giggle and a sigh she pulled her shirt back down. "Every time, I swear. As soon as these guys leave, you better be ready because all this easing out of my clothes is freaking over, I'm just gonna lock the door and strip." She said, straightening the rest of her clothes as Andy went to the door. A half hour later the couch was placed and the table was in front of it. Andy tipped the guys twenty bucks and shut the door. He turned the dead bolt and spun around. Sam had her shirt off and her shorts and panties around her ankles, a wide, hungry smile on her face. She dropped her bra and stepped out of her shorts as Andy went to her, pulling his own shirt off as he went. He grabbed her ass and lifted her easily, his mouth finding hers as she wrapped her legs around him. He put her up against the wall and thrust his hips, grinding his cock on her crotch through his pants. Sam reached down and undid his button and fly for him, pushing his pants and boxers down enough for them to fall on their own. His dick sprung free and slapped against her pussy, making her gasp. He entered her quickly, driving into her steadily. She whimpered a bit as he filled her, and moaned into his shoulder as he began grinding hard. "Oh god I've been thinking about this since breakfast." She whispered in his ear, breathing heavy. Andy gave a single, hard thrust in response before grinding again. It didn't take long for him bring her first orgasm on. Her moans turned to small cries as he began to slam into her. She clamped down when he picked up his pace and her whole body seemed to clench and relax, clench and relax. When she mellowed a bit he slowed back down and pulled her off the wall, walking her over to the new couch. She unwrapped her legs as he sat and she began to ride him. "Couldn't have the thing for twenty minute before you use it to fuck me?" She panted, biting lightly on his neck. "Nope. Figured you would want to take it for a test drive." He answered, his hands on her narrow waist, caressing her sides and back. "Figured right." She said, picking up the pace. Andy matched her as best he could. The couch was soft and he was sunk rather deep, but comfortable as he worked his hips up to hers. When she began to slow again Andy grabbed her hips and rolled, setting her on the couch and himself on his knees, now thrusting into her harder from his new position. She immediately began breathing faster and shallower as from this angle he could go very deep indeed. It wasn't long before she could feel another orgasm coming on strong. "Sam, I'm gonna cum." Andy panted when she began clamping down. Sam pulled him closer when he did, and whispered in his ear. "Yes. Cum for me. Cum with me. Cum with me Andy." She panted and kissed him. She could feel his dick trembling as he got close before the first jet. When she felt the first warm splash her own orgasm came on in full, setting her legs to trembling. They both cried out and twitched against each other before stilling and simply holding each other, panting and kissing. "I love you, Andy." Sam gasped, her forehead pressed to his. "I love you too, kid." He answered, smiling a little and pecking her lips. When they had finally gotten up and went to the bathroom to shower, Andy asked her something that he had been thinking about. "Hey Sam, I'm not sure how to ask this, but are you on the pill or anything?" He asked, feeling a little foolish. "Since I was fifteen or so. Why do you think I never had gnarly ass acne like you? Mom didn't want to see me get a bunch of scars. I guess one kid like that was enough." Andy laughed and felt his mind ease quite a bit. He wasn't opposed to having a family of his own one day, further down the road. But for now, freedom to have sex whenever without planning around a kid was pretty fucking sweet. He watched Sam turn on the water, her ass pointed right at him, and smiled. Sam was leaning in with her hand in the spray, waiting for the water to warm up when she felt Andy's hands on her hips and his stiffening dick sliding up the inside of her thigh. She smiled and spread her legs a little more, letting his dick slide up to her pussy, where she clamped her legs together again, trapping him there. She felt his hands run along her back as they water warmed, and stepped in, Andy close behind her. They sat on the new couch, the TV muted, and just held each other, Sam curled up at his side, head on his chest, and his arm around her. They were both rather tired from the long day, and just wanted to relax. The heavy pounding on the door made them both jump. Andy went to the door and pulled it open, wondering who the hell was banging on the door like the cops at ten o'clock. He opened the door to see Stevie standing there, looking rather unhappy. "Stevie? Hey, what are you doing here?" Andy said cautiously. "TJ wants to see you. Tomorrow afternoon. I suggest you go. Later." Stevie said, his voice curt and dismissive. "No. I've got no business with TJ anymore." Andy firmly, his jaw setting. "Really? Because he thinks otherwise. And he's not some nickel and dime kid anymore. He's a fucking hub now, and he wants to see your sorry ass, so I would suggest you go, fuck-nuts." Stevie said from the door of his car before climbing in and speeding away with a small squeal of tires. Andy shut the door and just stood there a moment, head against the wood and thought quickly. "Andy? Is TJ the one I think he is?" Sam said form the couch, holding her knees to her chest and looking rather small. "Yeah. He is. But you don't worry about that, I'll get this all cleared up. I'll take care of it." He said, his voice hard and mean, the way it used to be. Sam went to him and hugged him tight. "Please be careful. Don't let it go like it used to." She whispered, terrified that things were quickly unraveling before her eyes. "I'll fix this Sam. I'll get it taken care of." He said, holding her and think fiercely, wondering if he could talk to a man he used to know. Wondering just how hard he would have to drop the hammer to get TJ to leave him alone. The next morning Andy went to work a little early and talked to Kyle, explaining that he had a lot to take care of that day without actually saying what he had to do. Kyle was surprised, but insisted he could hold the fort while Andy was gone. Andy thanked him and went to his office real quick. He pulled the old roll of quarters out to the back of the drawer in his desk. It was a bit dusty, but otherwise fine. He quickly wrapped another layer of tape over it and slipped it into his pocket before leaving. Andy and Samantha Ch. 02 He drove over to the small, shabby residential district behind the warehouse block and quickly pulled into a driveway. He knocked on the door, wondering if Hector even lived here anymore. Hector answered the door, wearing nothing but threadbare jeans. "Andy? Fuck dude, I thought you were gone." Hector said looking like he usually did; confused. I am gone. But I need something. Remember the gun I sold you?" "Yeah, I still got it. That thing is bad ass." Hector said with a slightly dopey grin. "I need to buy it back. I got three hundred in my pocket." Andy said, patting his leg. "You only sold it for two. I'll sell it for that. I still kind of think of it as your gun." Hector said, walking over to the cracked desk next to his recliner. He pulled open the bottom drawer and brought out the gun in question. Andy felt like he was in a time warp of some kind. There was his old show pistol, a replica Remington 1858 .44, fitted for cartridges instead of the cap and ball of the original. A nasty hand cannon that had always been a favorite of him and his old buddies to fire out past the mill. They had blown old radios and TVs apart with it on numerous occasions. It was a large, mean looking pistol that always made Andy feel like an Old West outlaw. Aside from the heavy damage it inflicted it was also accurate. Andy handed Hector the three hundred over Hector's protests as he slipped the gun into his coat pocket. "Take the money Hec. And remember, I'm gone." Andy said before leaving. He stowed the gun in his glove box and went to the old gun shop and grabbed shells before heading to the apartment. He saw the door was cracked open and heard shouting when he killed the truck's engine. He quickly jammed the pistol in his waistband and wrapped his fist around the roll of quarters. Andy kicked to door wide open and strode in, seeing the two big guys. They had Sam pinned to the wall between them. She was crying and holding her hands out, palms to them like a traffic cop. The bruisers weren't touching her, just shouting that they wanted to know where Andy was. "Right here shit heels." Andy growled, grabbing the one on the left by the shoulder and spinning him around into his loaded fist. The guy couldn't be older than twenty, but he was built like a brick shithouse. Andy felt a thick pair of pops under his fist and knew from experience that it signaled two teeth busting out of their sockets. The other guy didn't hesitate. He turned and tackled Andy, almost dragging him off his feet. Andy stayed upright, barely, and gave the guy three hard hammer blows to his kidneys with the loaded fist, his left hand seeking and finding the thick nerve that ran up the armpit. When his fingers sank in the guy's grip on Andy's waist loosened enough for Andy to pull free and find himself standing over the now kneeling man. Andy wasted no time, simply gave him four hard punches to his kidneys, two for each. The guy yelled and dropped to the floor in pain. Andy dealt him a heavy kick to the side of his head, taking all the fight out of him. Andy grabbed the man by his belt and collar and trundled him out the door, tossing him face first at the bumper of his truck with a loud THONK. Andy turned to the other guy, just now getting to his feet shakily. Andy darted over and sank his loaded fist deep into the guy's stomach, low, just at the button on his pants. They guy woofed out all his air in a miserable, retching breath. Andy dragged him to his feet and threw him out the door as well. He stood over the two guys and pulled out the pistol, leveling the barrel at their faces. "You ever come here or near her again and I'll turn your heads into canoes. Do you understand?" He said, his voice hard and flat. No rage, no excitement, just a declaration of facts. The men nodded and stumbled over to their car and sped away. Andy rushed to the living room and began checking Sam, asking if she was hurt. She was crying loudly and shaking badly, but seemed okay. "Oh god, Sam. I'm so sorry; I didn't think he would send someone so soon. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" He rambled, running his hands down her arms and shoulders, looking for signs of injury. "No. They said they just wanted you. That TJ wanted you. That you owed him a lot of money and that it was time to collect. They said they would hurt you. They said they would hurt me if I didn't tell them where you were." She sobbed, clinging tightly to Andy. He was relieved that she was alright but enraged that she had been scared so badly and threatened by TJ's cheap goons. Andy felt hatred and rage wash over him like it had so many times in the past. His sister. They had threatened his sister. Not just his kid sister but his lover. He had to put a stop to this. Hard. When Sam had calmed a bit Andy fixed her a cup of coffee and sat her on the couch. He set the pistol and quarters on the table and sat next to her, holding her close. "Is this what it was like back then for you?" She asked through her slowing tears. "Kind of. I was rarely sober when fights happened though. I feel like I'm slow as shit. That second guy shouldn't have been able to get his hands on me." Andy said dully, feeling the slight crash of the end of his adrenaline rush. Sam thought about how Andy had fought. He was quick as a rattlesnake as far as she had seen. If he used to be faster, god help those he tangled with. She couldn't even imagine how formidable he might have been when hopped up on coke or meth. She was suddenly a little scared of her brother. She knew he was a rough and tumble guy, able to hold his own and ignore the pain afterwards, but she now saw just how dangerous he was when shit went down. She thought about the blank hate in his face as he thrashed the goons. His lightning quick attacks and how well he controlled the fight with a few simply hits. She shuddered and curled up closer to him, feeling safer than ever in the arms of someone so fierce. She had always worshipped her big brother, and loved him as more than a brother since she was a young teen, and now she felt like his arms were the safest place in the world. Like having Conan the Barbarian for a bodyguard. She was scared a little at the knowledge that he had the propensity for such violence in him, just under the surface, but overjoyed at the fact that he would use it to protect her without hesitation. "Sam, I'm so sorry that my past put you in danger. I'll never forgive myself for my history threatening you. Maybe you should stay with mom and dad while I sort this out." He said, tears trying to form in his eyes. At that suggestion she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and chest, holding tight and crying all over again. "No no no! Don't you even suggest that I leave! Don't you dare! I'm not going anywhere, the only way you can keep me safe is if you're with me to protect me. Now stop talking about us splitting up." She said, sobbing into his chest. "Okay, you'll stay with me. But I may have to do things like I used to for a little while to fix this, okay? I'll be careful, but I'm not as good as I used to be. I may get dinged up a little." Andy said, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. "Be as careful as you can. I don't want to see you sewing yourself up, okay?" She said, calming down again. "I can't promise that, but I can try. I don't want this to get any more violent than it already is. I just want my past to go away. I have to go see TJ now, Sam. I'll be back soon, I promise." He said starting to stand up. Sam rose with him and kept her death grip on him. "I'm going with you. I won't sit here and wait for you, not knowing if you are coming back." She said, looking up to eyes. "Sam, this is no fucking around. I don't know what all TJ might do, but it will probably be more than talking if he sent two bruisers after me. I'm not about to take you anywhere near that." He said firmly, shocked that she would want to go with him into an instance of his old life. "And if TJ sends more assholes while you're away? If I just tell them you are on your way to TJ's will they just leave? Will they?" She asked, determined to stay with him. "I... I guess you may have a point there. But you are not going in with me. You are going to wait in the truck. "Okay." She said, not intending to wait in the truck in the least, but agreeing so that he would take her. Andy rolled out the cylinder of the big revolver, checking to see of it was loaded. It was empty, so he set it aside. He took out six of the hollow point slugs he had bought and loaded them. He knew it was impractical in a fight against semiautomatics. Reloading it was a time consuming, pain in the ass effort that would leave him more than vulnerable, but when firing it was an intimidating presence. Loud as shit, a low heavy thud with every round fired and the high damage it caused made it seem a lot more vicious than it actually was. It would get people to duck for cover with a single shot. That was the effect he counted on when he needed to fire it. With the gun loaded he stuck it in his waist band where it had used to sit during most of his bigger drug deals. He dropped the quarters and a dozen extra shells in his pocket and stood for a moment, thinking. How best to go about this? How would he have done it before? He soon realized that in stopping to consider the safest course of action he was already doing things differently than he used to. He smiled a bit and put it out of his mind. Andy and Sam went to the truck and climbed in. No skipping today from Sam, just a fast, normal walk. Andy knew that this was a situation that was serious enough that she wouldn't be skipping, but he still missed the innocent air it gave her when she did. They climbed in, Andy putting the gun on the floorboard under his seat. He drove out to the small neighborhood behind the commercial district on the west side of town and made his way to TJ's. He pulled into the long driveway on the side of the lawn and parked behind the tricked out Camaro that sat in front of the garage. It appeared that TJ had indeed grown his business while Andy was away. Andy grabbed the gun and slipped it into his waistband before he got out. Sam got out as well. Andy immediately went around to talk to her in a low tone after seeing the two guys sitting on the porch. "What are you doing? I said you're waiting in the truck." Andy said. "No. Not with those guys sitting there. What happens when you go inside? What will they do?" She asked back. Sam didn't want things to go bad, didn't want there to be violence, but also wanted to see her brother in action again if it did. Her attraction to bad boys like Andy made it difficult to stay away from this kind of situation that seemed like it could go bad fast. "The only way you can protect em is if you are with me." She finished, staring into his eyes intensely. Andy was silent a moment as he thought. He figured she would be in more danger with him than in the truck, but also knew she had a point about leaving her alone at a place like this. Torn between options he finally relented and nodded. "Alright. But at the first sign of shit going south you get out of there and take off. Just hop in the truck and get the hell out of here. Go get the cops or something. Okay?" He said, not quite daring to believe what he was agreeing to. Sam nodded quickly and then looked past Andy, her eyes getting wide. Andy turned and saw that TJ had come out, and he had brought a few friends with him. TJ stood on the lawn barefoot, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He had a large chrome plated pistol jammed in his waist band. The three guys standing around him were frowning and looking a little tense. Two held pistols in their hands, the third had a short shotgun with pistol grips. TJ was smiling broadly until Andy pulled out his own pistol and held it down by his leg. "You don't wanna bring that thing out when I got you outgunned. How you doin' Andy? I hear you gone straight." TJ said, sniffling as he did. He was very pale, very wiry, and had deep, dark bags under his eyes. Sampling too much of his product again it appeared. "I'm not gonna stand here with your asshole enforcers holding guns without holding one as well. You look like shit TJ. Need to lay off the candy again." Andy said, watching them closely. So far it seemed that they didn't really expect trouble, but were there just for show. He knew that could change in an instant though. "Nah, I feel fine. So I wanted to talk to you." "That's what I hear. I really don't like you sending a couple pieces of shit over to my place to threaten my sister." Andy said, his voice cold and hard. "They weren't supposed to. They were just supposed to see if you were there to talk, and if you weren't then leave. It looks like you punished them already for disobeying me, so thanks for that." TJ said, and Andy knew he was lying. TJ saw that Andy was armed when he turned around to face them. He even recognized the handle of the gun. That fucking cannon. TJ had his .357 automatic in his waistband, but knew that Andy's pistol was much more powerful. But being outgunned certainly made up for it. He really didn't think that Andy would get crazy with his little sister right there with him. TJ had to admit, she was looking good, if a bit skinny. He could see why Vic was attracted to her. TJ's main concern was that Andy owed him money. The fact that Andy was here and armed was not a good sign. TJ knew that Andy was a wily foe to challenge from long experience, and did not want this to go bad. He had no intention of going against someone as hard as Andy used to be. He spoke easily, not trying to threaten, but not sending away his back up either, knowing that Andy was perfectly capable of doing terrible things to people to make a problem go away. In many ways he was far more brutal than TJ himself, more capable of a higher level of violence and subterfuge alike. A wily foe indeed. "Sure, they were just stopping by to drop off a post-it note and say good day. Right. And you got a bridge to sell me as well, don't you?" Andy said, his face set and even. "Andy, man, you got me wrong. I just want my money. That's all." TJ soothed, smiling wide. "You got your shit back. Hector went with you to get the bags. I know you got the weed and the coke back. So I don't owe you anything. Me and Vic didn't parcel any out or use any of those bags, so I know it was all there. So what the fuck would I owe you?" Andy said, not liking how this was going. He could hear Sam behind him, fidgeting from foot to foot like she had to go to the bathroom. "No, man, no. You see, you bought that shit from me. You bought it on Seller's Faith, like you usually did. You owe me nine hundred grand on the coke, around five hundred grand for the weed. I want my money." TJ said, his greasy smile a little wider. "Andy! How the fuck could you afford that? What were you thinking?" Sam shouted before immediately blushing, realizing that this may not be the best time to ask about his budgetary concerns from his drug running days. "He couldn't, little honey. That's what Seller's Faith is. I gave it to him, so he could sell it, and use the money from the sell to pay me for the product. Now, Andy never paid. Just dropped the shit and ran. Same with Vic. It's why he's working for me now, to pay back what he owes. Since it was the both of you guys, the debt is split. Seven hundred grand from each." "You got your shit back. You got the weed and the coke. So it's repaid, you didn't get the money, you got 1.4 worth of weed and coke. Same thing." Andy said slowly. He was getting angrier and angrier. Skinny, coked out TJ, the dealer that had gotten Andy into street corner level selling was now standing here looking like he thought he was some kind of Scarface hustler. Andy decided that he wasn't going to go soft on this tin can dealer. "No, Andy. Not the same. I gave you something to sell. It wasn't given back to me or paid for. I fished that shit out of a culver and crawled around under trains for an hour to get it. Instead of getting paid or my shit returned I had to go and find it before somebody else did. As far as I am concerned, you and Vic bought it, and then lost it. The end. You still need to pay for it. I just happened to find a nice surprise after you lost what you bought. So how do you want to do this?" TJ said, almost chuckling. Andy was wide eyed in anger and shock. Was this piss ant serious? "You have to be absolutely shitting me. Are you for fucking real? You may be able to pull this shit on Vic but you have to know that this won't work on me. You have to know that I am the last person on this fucking planet you want to try to extort. Do you really want me to come after you? Because I will. You can get all the linebacker looking motherfuckers in the world to stand around you with guns, but it won't stop me. I'll tear your little playground drug ring apart. I'll tear YOU apart. Now be honest. Do you really want to push this? To push me?" Andy said. When he asked the last question, Andy cocked back the hammer on his pistol. The sound was very loud in the quiet day. TJ considered a moment, wondering again if this was wise. Andy was only one man, just a guy, but a guy that was not to be trifled with. TJ knew that. He was a bit more protected these days, yeah, but Andy could go off like Rambo if he wanted to. TJ had been taught a lot about homemade explosives and booby traps by Andy when they used to party together. Andy thought it was all hilarious and good times. TJ knew that what Andy considered a fun week could really amount to guerrilla warfare. Couple that with Andy's cunning and tenacity, and you wound up with a man capable of surviving in the underworld very easily despite an amazing lack of sobriety. Now that he was clean and his thoughts were clear, TJ thought he may be even more dangerous. Perhaps it was best to just settle for Vic as a manservant. Perhaps it was safest. "I tell you what. You just go ahead and leave, no animosity, no hostilities, and maybe down the road we try to talk this out again. You're obviously to wound up from my boys going off reservation to think this through. I'll talk to you later." With that TJ started back up to the house, his guards in tow. "Fuck no. We leave, and you stay the fuck away from us. You don't come after me at any point in the future. If you or anyone you know ever comes near Sam again I will personally dissect each and every one of you by hand. You get me TJ? This is our last interaction. Like, fucking, ever." Andy almost shouted his hand tightening on the pistol, the barrel lifting a little. TJ looked back, saw the gun move, and realized that he was not in control of this conversation, no matter how many men he had. He thought clearly for the first time in weeks when through his mind ran 'this is not worth the risk. he can and will do everything he says.' TJ just nodded and went back into the house, frowning and pissed. He didn't like to be refuted. Andy lowered the hammer on his pistol and turned to the truck, motioning Sam to get in. After driving in silence for a few minutes Andy spoke up in a low voice. "I'm so sorry it came to this. I don't want to fight with anyone. I don't want this kind of trouble falling to you. I don't know how to make this up to you, Sam." He said, fighting to keep from crying. Sam scooted across the bench seat and wrapped her arms around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. She was shaking a bit in her knees and hands, but she was smiling a little too, and more than turned on. She had watched her brother, her man, stare down four armed men with just a pistol and make them retreat back into their own house with acceptance of his terms. She knew that she would always see her protector as that hard, brave man. Andy and Samantha "I dunno. I just, he started talking to me when I ran into him a few years ago. He recognized me at the store and said hi. He's cleaned up a bit too, but not like you have. He asked if I wanted to get lunch sometime and I said yeah. He seemed nice enough. We went out a few times, then I broke it off. Before I did, he told me about that night. He was a little drunk and we were talking about stuff, and, well, he told me. He wasn't all that happy about, and apologized for shooting my brother, but yeah, he told me. Made me swear not to say anything, but I guess I've blown that." She said, looking guilty. He sat there in amazement for a moment. Fucking Ricky. "I'll kill him" He said in a kind of daze. "No, you'll leave him alone. I think he moved away anyhow." She said evenly "Why a guy like Ricky anyways?" He asked, jerking around out of thought. "I guess because he's a you know, a 'bad boy' kind of guy." Her face was now the color of a brick. "A bad boy? And after all the crap I did, why on earth would you be attracted to a bad boy type?" He asked. "Well, you were one, and I always looked up to you. I don't have the courage to act or live that way, but it doesn't mean I don't like it. I've always been attracted to a rough guy." She looked him in the eye as she said it, still blushing, but smiling a little. "I would think I would have served as a horrible warning instead of as a template for attraction." He said, shaking his head. "Well, just because a guy does bad things, it doesn't mean he's a bad person. I know that. For all the shit you did, you were always nice to me, and you always stood by the people you cared about, whether they were your dorky little sister or your drugged up, maniac buddies. How could I not be attracted to you? To your type?" She stuttered. "Shit, Sam. I was a waste of space, a piece of shit. How could you find that appealing?" "Because it was you." She said simply. She gathered up the plate and put them in the sink. "Girl, you have got to raise your standards." He said, getting up to wash the dishes. When he turned on the water she skipped away towards the stairs. He finished washing up and grabbed the real estate booklet he had picked up a few days ago. There were a few places that he was looking at, but most seemed out of his price range. He eventually wrote down a few addresses and made a couple calls, deciding to see what the places he could afford would look like. He went to Sam's room and knocked. She opened the door and let him in. "I'm gonna go check a few places out, see what they look like. Are you gonna be okay till I get back?" He asked. "I'm not a kid anymore, Andy. Hey, can I come with you? I'd like to see what kind of places you're looking at." "Sure, why not? Get dressed; we're leaving in about twenty minutes." He left her and went to get into something a little nicer than sweatpants and old t-shirt himself. He had just gotten his pants on when the door swung open. He turned and saw Sam there, wearing a pair of jeans and a simple blouse. She looked at him a moment, before stepping over to him and tracing her finger along the thick line of scar on his shoulder. The scar was about 5 inches long, and had jagged edges from his clumsy left handed stitches. "Hmm" she said, stepping back, "Are the others like that?" "Pretty much." He answered, holding his left hand out, turned so the gouge faced her. She looked a moment, frowning. He pulled on a shirt and buttoned it, tucking it in with quick jabs. Soon they were off, rolling into town in his truck. He liked the old pickup. It wasn't flashy or oversized, just a dependable work truck. They talked about music on the way to the first place, Andy swapping CD's through the stereo as they went. He was happy to be able to talk with Sam about music now that it wasn't all fucktarded pop with her. He put in Blue Oyster Cult because she had not heard of them before, and laughed when she turned up the volume for Godzilla. She just grinned and said that Godzilla definitely deserved a song. He let the CD play through. It was one that he had burned from his stack of BOC CD's, and had something like 17 of their songs. "I thought you didn't like the stuff that wasn't 'kill babies eat Satan' kind of stuff." She said, tapping her feet to the beat. "Are you kidding? These guys were one of the founding fathers of metal. Another good one of the early stuff is Iron Butterfly. Let's see, who else? Steppenwolf, Saxon, Led Zeppelin of course, Jethro Tull, Boston, Yes, all those guys put down the framework for all kinds of metal. How could I not like them?" She chuckled at that, but had to nod. "Okay, well how about now. What new bands do you like?" "Well, I'm not real up to date on the new metal, like I used to be, but I like Mudvayne, a little Slipknot, Devil Driver, Disturbed, System of a Down, stuff like that. Halestorm and Avenged Sevenfold are pretty good, too." "Yeah, I like those guys too. Not Devil Driver though. I don't know what it is, but I just can't really get into them." After a while they pulled into the first place. An apartment building just north of the college, not far from the freeway. Not the best neighborhood, but not that bad either. They went to the office and Andy introduced himself. The manger came out soon and shook his hand. "You two looking for a place then? We have a few openings right now." He smiled, showing crooked teeth. "Oh, uh, no, she's just kind of riding along. This is my sister." Andy clarified as they walked towards the first building. "Ah. Sorry. Well, we have a couple of apartments with one bedroom, and a two bedroom, and I think we may have one of the studios open, but I would have to check on that." The two apartments that he showed them were cramp, musty, in need of paint, and just basically cheap. After they left, they headed to the other apartment complex on his list. It was a little further away, and they talked music more as they went. The second place only had one open rental, and it looked okay. They walked through it, and the only thing that was not so hot was a crack in the window, but the manager said that his maintenance guy should be fixing that in a couple of days. After a moment, Andy told the man he would need to think about it for a few days, but that he would probably take it. The manager smiled and said no rush. On their way to the truck, Andy glanced over at Sam. She looked kind of sad. He asked her what was wrong. "I dunno. It was nice having you at the house again. Felt like old times without all the problems with the drugs and fighting. You know?" "Yeah. But I can't live at mom and dad's place while I'm trying to get myself started. I can't sleep in dad's office, you know. But I'll be close by, and without all the bullshit selling and no more wild nights with the bottle like I used to, then we should be able to stay in touch better." "Good. I didn't like it when you were gone." She said as they climbed in. "You wanna go for some lunch? My treat." He offered. She smiled and nodded. Monday morning came and Andy went to work. His morning crew foreman, the guy who told him about Helen, was waiting with the inventory report in hand, ready to go. "Hey Kyle. What's the good word?" He said, walking up. "How was the weekend at home? Mom cut the crusts off your sandwiches?" Kyle asked, grinning. "Ha ha. It won't last long. I'm looking at a place now, pretty sure I'm gonna take it." "Good man, until then you can help me with the truck roster. Marty Dicked it up something awful on Saturday. We're still trying to get back on track." Andy sighed and went to his office, looking over the papers. Another long day unfucking someone else's mistakes. Not the most enjoyable part of the job, but at least he had something challenging to work on. He took his lunch and drove home, deciding as he went that he would take the apartment. He walked in and saw Sam sitting on the bottom of the stairs. She stood up as he came in and skipped over to him. "I had a great idea." She announced with a smile and a blush. "First one?" "Very funny. Are you still thinking about the apartment we saw?" "Nope. Done thinking, I'm gonna call the guy tomorrow and tell him I'll take it." Andy said as he went to the fridge, looking for something to microwave real quick. "Good. I was thinking about how I should be trying to get a place other than mom and dad's, and since the dorm is out, and shacking up with some stranger is out, I could maybe move in with you. If it's alright." She said, her voice hesitating a little. He looked up from the fridge and saw she looked very nervous. Her hands were twisting in knots in front of her, her face was beet red, and she fidgeted like she might have to go to the bathroom. Andy couldn't help but think that she looked cute as hell like this. He considered it while he tossed a plate of noodles in the nuker. He figured, since it was a two bedroom place it could work. He could forget his plans for a guitar room or office, but that wasn't really a priority. They got along really well, so it probably wouldn't be too bad. Maybe a little awkward if he brought a girl home, but he was figuring on taking a break from relationships anyhow, so he guessed it would work out. That way mom and dad would have the house to themselves for once, and Sammy wouldn't have to put in head phones whenever the fooled around. He knew he would be footing most if not all of the bills, but he was making enough that that shouldn't be too much of a problem. After a few bites of noodles to let her shuffle and twist a bit longer, he nodded. "Ok, we could try that. Run it by mom and dad, but it's okay with me." He said at last, grinning when she hopped up and down a second and gave a little 'Yay!' She skipped over and pecked his cheek before skipping off to her room. "You're the best." She whispered after the small kiss. "I am well aware." He replied as she left. He thought it over a little more as he ate. Having a beautiful young woman skipping through the place would certainly keep him from feeling lonely. He thought that this might turn out pretty well. Mom and dad were okay with it, telling them that if they needed any help, not to hesitate to ask. Andy took two days off from work to make the move. He packed and moved all of his stuff the first day while (it wasn't much) while Sam spent the day packing her stuff (considerably more) to be moved the next day. She was at school on Wednesday while he moved her stuff. It was all neatly packed into clearly labeled boxes, unlike the garbage bags full of random shit he had packed. He had the last of it in his truck, unloading into the apartment when Sam got there. He waved as her little aging but well maintained Corolla pulled in next to his truck. She skipped over and grabbed a box and followed him in. "I got everything here, but nothing is set up. After we finish lugging this shit in, I was going to put together your bedframe so you don't have to sleep like I did in college." "What about your bed?" She asked as they went out for more. "Hell, I've slept in gravel piles and culverts. A mattress on the floor is perfectly fine for me." "Hmm." Was her only response as they gathered up more boxes. They finished quickly and sat for a bit, leaning their backs against the wall in her room. "Thank you, for letting me move in and stuff. I really appreciate it. I know you would probably rather not live with your little nerdlinger sister." "Nah, it's fine. You'll probably be a good influence on me, keep me from doing the stupid kind of shit I have a long history of doing. This should be fun." "I hope so." She said, still smiling. He started work on the bedframe, taking off his shirt. It went together simple enough, without too many pieces, but it was slow going with just a screwdriver. He finished it and put the box spring and mattress on it, breathing heavy and sweating a bit. Sam walked in with a beer in each hand and handed him one. She stared at his tattoos and scars for a moment. "See anything you like?" "Uh, sorry. You're just in better shape than you used to be. More tattoos as well." She was blushing madly again. "Amazing what happens when you quit coke. And I've always liked getting inked." He said, looking down at the work he had had done. "I got one." She said suddenly, looking down. "One what?" He asked. "Tattoo." "No way!" he exclaimed, grinning. It seemed that his sister had changed far more than just her taste in music. "Yup. Last year. Don't tell mom and dad, they'd freak out." "I won't tell them as long as I get to see it." He said evenly, still grinning. "Well, it's kinda hidden," she muttered. "Hidden like where? On your butt cheek or in your armpit or something?" "Not really," She slid down the wall a bit, letting her butt slide out, so she was more laying down than sitting up. She hooked her thumbs into the front of her shorts and the waistband of her panties and pulled them down a bit. There, sitting just above the top of her slit (which he could also see the top of, peeking out from under the neon green of her underwear) were two little multicolored frogs that seemed to be holding hands just above her crack. As quick as she had pulled them down, she let her clothes rise back up. She wiggled back up the wall as he sat stunned. So now he knew that she kept it shaved bare and that what little he saw momentarily looked great, and that the tattoo looked pretty damned enticing right there. "Holy fuck nuggets, did you just flash the top of your pussy at me? And were those frogs holding hands?" He asked, trying to ignore the fact that his pants now felt a bit tighter. She was horribly red now, and her grin was very wide. She buried her face in his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his arm, and struggling to keep from giggling. The struggle was not doing much. "You're right; mom and dad would absolutely lose their shit if they knew that was there." He said, trying not to laugh himself. "I was so embarrassed while the guy was doing it. I still can't believe I went through with it." She muttered into his shoulder, a bit muffled. "Fucking shit. I would say let me see it again, but, you know." He said quietly, not expecting her to pull her shorts down again. He gawked openly when she did just that. She still had her face mashed into his shoulder, so she didn't see just how far she had pulled them down this time. She held her shorts down longer this time, giving him good clear look at the friendly little frogs and the friendly little slit below them. He could see the tip of her clit barely poking out, and everything down there looked moist. He felt his pants become more than a bit tighter this time. He was till entranced when she let her shorts back up. Was she really wet? Did he really just see that? And was the thick erection struggling in his jeans actually the result of seeing his sister's crotch? He was almost as embarrassed as Sammy. He was glad she still had her face in his shoulder. He worked on thinking of anything but that little nubbin of clit to get his crotch to calm down before she looked up. It wasn't working. At least it was trapped along his leg and not making a tent. She straightened up and took her face from his shoulder. "I must say, I did not expect you to show me again. Holy fuck, I guess you've gotten a bit less shy." He muttered. "Not really, I don't think. It's because it's you. I know I'm safe with you. Besides, I'm sure you have a couple of tattoos in less than flattering places." "Yes, but I have to tell you, that is a very flattering place for you. " He said, taking a big gulp of beer. "So where are your less than flattering tattoos?" She asked, glancing down at his lap. "A couple are right where your little froggies are. One in a spot a little more painful." He admitted slowly. Her head whipped around at that. "What do mean, a little more painful?" she asked, grinning even wider. "I was drunk, and inked a tattoo myself. Down the side of, side of. Why the hell am I telling you about my, uh" "And here I thought I was the one that got all flustered. What is the tattoo of?" She giggled, enjoying seeing him turning red for once. "It's two words. It says, uh, well, 'Ramming Speed!' with a little arrow pointing to the, that's enough. You get the point." He chuckled, feeling his cheeks burning. "Wow. I guess mom and dad don't know about that one." She laughed, almost doubled over. "No, they don't." he agreed, laughing as well. When they got themselves under control a little better, she looked up at him, still grinning. "No, I'm not going to show you." He said before she could ask. "Fair is fair, right? You got to see mine twice." She giggled. He thought for a second then sighed. It was still hard, but he found that the embarrassment was taking a back seat to the arousal. He rationalized that it would just make it easier to read like this. He hesitated again when his hands were on the button at the top of his fly. Was he actually going to whip out his dick for his kid sister? Yes, it appeared he was. He opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock. With the fly pulled open, she could see the skull tattooed on either side of the shaft, partially hidden by the close cropped hair, and it was very easy to see the words written up his dick, and the arrow that stretched up to just under his glans, pointing at the head. She stared at it until he tucked it back in, having trouble getting it to tuck enough for him to close his pants. "What on earth possessed you to do that? I mean 'Ramming Speed!' is a bit much, isn't it?" She asked when he got situated. "It was an old joke between me and my buddies. One night I was drinking and thought it would be hilarious. It was funny until I was about halfway through, when I started feeling it. It was going to have arrows all around the shaft, but after the first on, I gave up. It hurt too bad." He explained. "Man oh man. Only you." She chuckled. They stood up and stretched. "I'm going to go ahead and get some of my stuff set up. I guess this weekend we go shopping for a little furniture." He said, feeling a little awkward now. "Yeah, I guess I'll start putting my room together too." She said, looking around. She followed him out and skipped to the bathroom. He was just going into his room when he heard something from the bathroom at the end of the short hall. He listened a moment, not believing his ears. It sounded like a low moan. He crept towards the door, being as quiet as he could. As he got closer, he realized he was right. He could hear her breathing hard and moaning intermittently. He just stood there a moment, listening to his sister masturbate in their new bathroom. When she seemed to calm down he crept back to his room, and had just stepped in when he heard the toilet flush. He busied himself with dumping out a couple of bags of clothes and kicking them into the corner. He wasn't paying much attention to the unpacking. His mind absolutely refused to process anything that did not have to do with Sammy rubbing herself in the bathroom. He imagined he palm resting on the frogs, her fingertips pulling open her lips, rolling that little pink nub of clit around, and then he stepped on the tack, jerking him rudely out of the daydream. He hopped around on one foot cursing loudly before falling on his ass. He had just landed when Sammy popped into his doorway, wondering what the hell was going on. He pulled the tack out and regarded his foot. There was a small bead of blood in the center of his heel. "What the hell are you doing in here?" She asked, looking at his foot. "Stepping on tacks." He griped, wiping away the blood. "Way to go. How did you miss the bright red top of the tack on the white carpet?" She asked, picking up the tack. Andy and Samantha "I was a little distracted." He answered absently, putting pressure on the small hole to stop the bleeding before he stood again. He didn't want blood on the carpet that might screw up his deposit. "By what?" Sam asked as she pushed the pin into the wall by the doorjamb. "I was thinking about, uh, where this crap was gonna go until I got a dresser." He stuttered, realizing he almost said that he was thinking about her rubbing herself in the bathroom. "Tossed into the corner seems to be working for you so far. Try to pay attention to what you're doing in the future. "She giggled before skipping back to her room. Andy watched her go, her ass flexing nicely as she went. He shook his head, painfully aware that his erection was back in full force. Perhaps this living arrangement was going to be more complicated than he had thought. They managed to get a bit unpacked before calling it a night. Andy drove to a local chines place and brought back dinner. They sat on Sammy's bed while they ate, trading back and forth, eating a little of everything and talking. It had been a long time since Andy had spent this much time just hanging out with his sister and he was loving it. It sure beat sitting with Helen being nagged to clean this, fix that, and jump right on whatever else happened to pop into her head. When Sammy gathered up all the empty cartons and skipped off to dump them in the trash, he wondered again if this would work. She was his sister, and he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her and couldn't stop thinking about her tattoo flashes and her trip to the bathroom. He wondered if that was as bad some of the other shit he had done in his life and couldn't quite come up with an answer. He also wondered about what Sammy was feeling. If it was just the exhibitionism that had gotten her wet and made her rub one out in the bathroom, or if it could have been him. He simply didn't know. She came skipping back in and sat next to him, her hip and leg pressed up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and they sat that way for a while, just relaxing. She turned to him a bit more and put her arm across his stomach. He liked having her sit this way. "After work tomorrow I'll stop and grab a few things, at least get some food in the fridge. You want anything in particular?" He asked. "Nope. I think I've got everything I need." She sighed. Andy got up and walked towards the door. "All right. I'm off to bed. Got some catching up to do in the morning." "Is your mattress even laid out?" She asked. "No. I can yank it down real quick though." He answered. "Well, why don't you just sleep in my bed? A mattress on the floor isn't much of a bed." "Well where would you sleep? I'm not going to take your bed." He said. "I would sleep in my bed. Duh. It's big enough for the both of us." She said, smiling a little. "Sleep with you? Um." He said, torn between wanting to share her bed and feeling a fair bit of guilt about thinking how nice that would be. "Come on. I used crawl into your bed and sleep there whenever I had a nightmare, remember?" "Yeah, but it's a little different now, isn't it?" "We're just a little older is all." She shrugged. "Well, alright. Your alarm clock set?" He relented. "No, but it should be by the time you get out of the shower." She answered, picking it up from the side of the bed. "Ok. I'll be quick." He said, heading to the bathroom. He let the hot water course over him, his dick rock hard. He was going to sleep in his sister's bed. And despite what she said, it was a bigger deal than just being a little older. He knew it, and he knew she knew it. He jacked off under the under the showers spray, unable to think straight while his cock was wagging around, demanding attention. He came rather quickly, and after today that really didn't surprise him at all. He had spent most of the day hard, after all. While he was stroking his cock, all he could think about was Sammy. Her flashing him, the sound of her in the bathroom, hell, just her skipping around the apartment. He cut off the water and stood a moment. He toweled off, trying to keep from getting hard again. When he was dry he pulled on an old pair of sweatpants and walked to Sam's room. She had turned off all the lights but her lamp. He found her already in bed, reading one of her textbooks. She looked up and smiled, tossing the book down onto her backpack. She was wearing an old t-shirt, and judging by the way her nipples poked at the thin fabric she was not wearing a bra. She flipped back the blanket for him and scooched to the side a bit. He slid in next to her and she turned off the light. He felt her hand on his chest as she leaned over him. She gave him light kiss, just a quick brush of her lips across his, and said goodnight. He said the same and just lay there a moment. He agonized over whether or not to try anything, not sure if what he had been seeing was real or just kinda blown up out of innocent actions in his mind. He finally decided that no, he did not think that he was misreading what she had done and said. He rolled over onto his side, facing her. He hesitated a moment longer, then decided to go for it. He slipped his arm over her side and scooted up against her, spooning. He heard her gasp and felt her tense up a second, and had enough time to wonder if he had misjudged and just made an ass of himself when her arm moved on top of his and her hand wrapped around his. She wiggled back, tighter against his body and stilled again. He realized he could feel the fast and hard thud of her heart against his chest. They lay like that for a time, both of them silent. Andy could feel his dick trying to swell, and decided to just let it. See if she said anything. She tensed again as it hardened, pressing against her ass. She didn't pull away though, and soon she relaxed again. He felt her move a little shortly after that, and realized that her other hand was doing something. He thought she might be touching herself. He decided to find out. He moved the hand that was resting on her stomach down, her hand going with it, and found her other hand at her crotch. She froze a second, before starting again. He felt her hand moving in slow circles. He slid his hand back up, this time going underneath her shirt. She began breathing a little heavier as he did. He cupped one of her breasts and she moaned, her hand tightening on his, pressing his hand harder onto the breast. He rocked his hips forward as he pressed his lips to the back of her neck, and she gasped, pushing her hips back against him. "We shouldn't be doing this, should we?" She breathed. "No. I don't think we should." He answered. In response she ground her hips back harder. Her hand left his and reached back, tugging at the waist band of his sweatpants. He rolled onto his back and pulled them off quickly, tossing them onto the floor. He rolled back to her and spooned her again. His dick now rested between her ass cheeks and his hand went back to her breast. He quickly realized that she was not wearing anything besides the t-shirt. He knew she didn't take anything off while he stripped off his sweats, so she had been in nothing but the shirt since he got out of the shower. Knowing that turned him on even more. He pulled his hips back and pointed his dick straight forward, so that when he pressed up against her again it went between her legs instead of along her ass. She groaned as it slid up along her slit. She moved her fingers down and cupped his head, using the end of his dick to rub back and forth across her pussy, quickly covering it in her fluids. His breathing was now as heavy as hers; the feel of her using him to play with herself was just too hot for him. He scooted down a small bit to get a better angle and began pressing against her rhythmically, letting her guide him. He felt his tip slip into her hole and they both moaned in unison. He kept thrusting, going a little deeper each time. He had worked up to half of his length in her when she whispered 'stop' and pulled away from him. He was disappointed a second, wondering if he had done something wrong. She pulled off the shirt and rolled back to him, facing him now. Her leg hooked over his hip, pulling him close again. "There. That's better." She said quietly before pulling him in and kissing him hard. Her tongue lashed against his hungrily. He reached under her leg and was soon back in her, this time thrusting deep, eliciting a loud moan from her. He couldn't believe what they were doing, what she was doing, what he was doing, none of it. Every time a coherent thought tried to run through his mind, it was crushed by the waves of pleasure and need as she bucked against him madly, matching his urgent thrusts. She was soon all but panting, her breath jetting out against his skin in a series of hushed moans. She caught him by surprise by rolling them over onto his back, her straddling him. She got both her knees under her, and rode him like a woman possessed. He struggled to keep up, his hands on her narrow waist, hers on either side of his head. He felt her clamp down on his rod suddenly, her pussy spasming through her orgasm, and she cried out, wordless at first, then his name, over and over. It was too much for him, and he felt his dick throbbing a moment before he came. Despite whacking in the shower, it seemed like he had plenty of semen for her. They lowed to a few hard, deep thrusts against each other as they finished, and then simply lay there, catching their breath. Sammy collapsed onto Andy, nibbling at his throat, her hands twiddling in his hair. Andy let his arms wrap around her, hugging her tight. "What are we doing?" She asked quietly. She didn't seem too concerned about the answer, as she kept nibbling and kissing, and she made no move to remove his dick, simply letting it sort itself out as it deflated. "I don't know kid. But I hope we can keep doing it." "Well, not tonight. You gotta work tomorrow, and I've got class early. But I figure we should have time at lunch." She chuckled. They fell asleep like that, Sammy only straightening her legs out, but staying on top of him. He was fine like that, she didn't weigh much. They slept soundly, moving very little. It had been a hard day.