16 comments/ 125462 views/ 9 favorites Samantha's Story Ch. 01 By: Noelesh Chapter 1 – "The Ex-Effect" Disclaimer – This is not a "quick-fix" story. It is not intended to be as such. I want to tell a story that has erotic moments that are depicted explicitly, however, first and foremost it is a story. This story fits into the incest category; if that is offensive to you, do not read further. I would like to offer thanks to angel love for editing this story for me. Looking up Samantha felt the soft droplets of water begin to splash on her skin. 'Damn rain' she thought to herself. With still over four blocks to her apartment, she dreaded the rest of the walk. Samantha jumped as a bolt of lighting struck no more than a mile away. "Better get home. Better get home" she kept mumbling to herself over and over. As she quickened her pace so did the rain. It wasn't long before her clothes were drenched. *BEEP* -Again Samantha jumped; this time it was a car. "Hey, you need a ride? It's absolutely pouring!" a man's voice came from the vehicle. 'Wow nice car' she thought to herself eyeing the Porsche. Samantha was a complete car nut and she loved Porches. "Sure, anything to get out of this mess!" she replied climbing in. She wondered why in the world anyone would let a soaking wet person sit on the perfect leather seats of their Porsche. She didn't care though; it only took a second of sitting in that seat for her to fall in love. In fact, she noted to herself, it was almost turning her on. "My name is Hank, and her name is Sam" he said. "Uh, how did you know my name?" Samantha had a very puzzled look on her face. "No, no, her name is Sam, the car! You're Sam too? How funny is that?" "Oh okay! Yeah my name is Samantha, nice to meet you Hank, and you too Sam," she softly stroked the dashboard. "I'm just down the road here, on 2nd street." "Sure ok," Hank was kind of cute she thought especially when he hit the gas and started down the road. All that power must be blurring her judgment. Looking down at herself she figured his judgment was likely to be just as impaired. Her shirt was soaked and she was certain she looked like something out of a wet t-shirt contest. She's the kind of girl who got a lot of looks anyway, so as long as this guy was strait, she was quite certain he was enjoying himself. They pulled up to Sam's apartment and she thanked him for the ride. Hank had wished the ride was longer, hoping to meet someone new since he had just moved to this town but it wasn't to be, he conceded. He did linger for a moment however, just to watch her in and make a mental note of her apartment number. She was quite attractive. She was much younger than him though, and probably felt uncomfortable in his car. 'Perhaps twenty or twenty one', he thought. She was actually only nineteen. 'She's a student at the local university no doubt', since she was carrying a backpack and was walking from that direction when he found her in the rain. In fact she was a freshman, though she could have easily passed for a senior. 'Damn!' Samantha thought to herself digging in her purse. "Shit," she mumbled out loud. She looked out over the ledge and saw Hank was still parked. She put her hand in the air as if to gesture for him to stay. She turned and bounced down the stairs as Hank stepped out of his car just enough to see what was up. "Do you have a phone? I can't find my keys and I need to call someone." Samantha was visibly embarrassed but at the same time wondered why this guy hadn't left already. Was he lingering intentionally? The thought of it peaked her interest since this guy was very good looking, whether his car was hot or not, she convinced herself. "You're just a mess of trouble today," Hank said, hoping her humor was as nice as her looks. He also couldn't help but notice how her clothes were clinging to her body, being so wet from the rain. "That's what happens when you take rides from strangers! You get into a mess of trouble!" Samantha laughed at herself. Smiling and handing Samantha his phone he conceded, "I could argue that since you know my name we aren't strangers, however, I prefer an image of mystery." "Thank you kind stranger," Samantha's eyebrows threw him a look of curiosity as she began to dial. "Hey Trav, I locked myself out again, can you come over? Please!" Samantha took about five times as long as normal to say the word "please". Hank could hear the person on the other end laughing really hard. "If your head were detachable you'd probably loose that too!" and then there was more laughter. Samantha just rolled her eyes trying to hide her embarrassment. "Thank you" Samantha finally said sweetly as she hung up the phone. 'Well, damn,' Hank thought to himself, 'she's got a boyfriend'. A little disappointed Hank clipped his phone to his belt. "Would you like me to stay until your boyfriend gets here?" "Oh I don't know. You seem so mysterious, I don't think my brother would like you very much," she gave a little wink as she said the word "brother" knowing full well that he had probably thought the person she called was her boyfriend. "Oh so that was your brother on the phone? That's a mean little trick letting me think you were spoken for!" Hank said, relieved, for a moment. Samantha was laughing to herself now, her little wheels turning, she thought she would be a little mean to this fellow; he seemed like the type who would appreciate a little messing around . "Oh did I say I wasn't spoken for? I just meant to say that my brother probably wouldn't like you," her face gave little indication that she was joking but none the less Hank was sure she was. He chose to play along, "You know, my sister has never liked any of the women I've dated either," he was trying to pretend to understand her dilemma, "but, none of them liked her either, so it's all good," he smiled. And just like that Samantha decided to make a bold move, bold for her at least. She reached out and grabbed his phone again and began to push buttons. "Uhmm," Hank leaned over to try and see what she was doing but she just titled the phone so he couldn't. "There," she said "all done." "What did you do?" Hank was smiling but confused at the same time. "I put my number in you phonebook." Samantha was grinning ear to ear, very proud of herself for making such a bold move before he had. "Besides," she continued "anyone who keeps their mom's and dentist's numbers in their phone book is ok with me!" she laughed. Hank was feeling pretty good by that time. Thinking this was going to be an easy play he decided to go ahead and make a move and grabbed Samantha by the waist letting his body weight pin her to the block wall. Then attempting to kiss her hard on the lips thinking, 'I'll give this girl exactly what she wants, me.' "Hey now! Slow down Mister!" Samantha tried to push him off, but Hank was having none of that as he grabbed her arms tightly to pin them, "What the fuck are you doing? Get off me you creep!" by the time she finished that sentence her voice was at a high shrill. ***************** Travis is the kind of guy who goes with the flow. He never makes plans more than two hours in advance, and much like his sister, he was a very spontaneous person. He and Samantha had both come to this college in pursuit of bigger and better things. Growing up as twins they shared many things and at this stage it just seemed normal that college would be one more thing to share. Samantha was a little more independent though. She fought hard to get her own place and Travis was content to just live in the dorms, since that's how the university liked it anyway. Three times this semester Samantha had managed to lock herself out. Perhaps when you don't have a car to drive you just don't think as much about where your keys are. Travis was bored anyway, so hanging out at Samantha's apartment seemed like a good way to pass the Friday by. 'Glad the rain slacked off,' he thought, it had just been thundering and lightning about ten minutes ago. It's funny how the weather can change like that around here. Travis didn't know it yet but today would be a day he would never forget. As he walked into the parking lot of his sister's apartment building he saw a man in the stairs area near where his sister would have been waiting for him. 'What's he doing?' he drew closer. That's when he saw the girl, 'what's he doing to her? It almost looks like he's attacking her' he thought, 'who is that? Oh no' "Sam!" he shouted. "TRAVIS!!" she screeched. Travis immediately sprinted toward his sister and the man that was trying to force himself on her. The man jumped off and ran to the other side of the lot where his car was parked. Travis grabbed a brick from the flowerbed and threw it at the son of a bitch just as the he was opening his door. The hurtling brick smashed right through the door window of the Porsche; the would-be-rapist (at least in Travis's mind) didn't seem to flinch, as he jumped in his car and peeled out. Another brick was thrown but it was no use, the man was getting away. "Did he hurt you? If he hurt you I swear to god—," "No, no, he just; I think he might have. But, he didn't." Tears began to stream down her face, feeling ashamed and violated. Travis took her into his arms and just held her. Samantha felt much better; in the loving and protective arms of her brother. There could be no safer place for her. "Thank you" she sniffled, "If you hadn't came when you did," again she sobbed, burying her face into his chest. "There there, I'm here now, let's go inside and call the police." The police came and they filed a report. "We'll keep an eye out for him and his car Ma'am." The man who took her report left but that didn't matter; the only thing that made her feel safe now was being with Travis. "I'm sorry about all this; if I had just remembered my keys," Samantha said. "Let's lighten things up, what do ya say. I'm glad I got a chance to come over and hang with ya," Travis was trying to be the lighthearted fellow he always was, "In fact, I'll go to my dorm and get some beers, and my room mate buys em." "Don't bother, I got plenty," Samantha laughed. "No shit. You're crazy you know that." "I hope I'm not taking you away from anything," she said. "It's all good, I don't have cable anyways and I'm bored," Travis replied as he plopped himself down on the loveseat. "You know, you gotta get some real furniture in here. One two-seater loveseat just doesn't cut it!" Samantha's one bedroom apartment was definitely a poor-broke-college-kid's place. She had a nineteen inch television, no surround sound, no real entertainment center to speak of. Just a TV stand and a wooden movie rack made of some weird black panels that looked like some wobbly thing from the 1970s. The entire living room must have been no more than twelve by fourteen feet. "Better than a dorm room", she always told herself. The kitchen was likewise small. Not nearly enough cabinet space for a proper collection of dishes. Counter space was pretty much nonexistent. No dishwasher, no microwave, no way in hell would she live here if she had another choice, besides the dorms. Travis heard her reply from the kitchen area, "Umm hello? I'm poor? I'm in college? Books cost eight hundred mother-flipping dollars? Tell you what Trav, you buy my books next semester and I'll buy you a lazy boy! Of course, it'll stay here, and I'll use it when you're not around! I'll get one of those kind that vibrate too whoohoo!" she laughed. He was right though. She did need more sitting room but it just wasn't happening on her budget. Sam walked back into the living room with two beers, "Here ya go." "Hell yah," Travis's eyes were wide, "where do you get this stuff anyways!" "My neighbor buys it for me. I think he's got the hots for me. I don't give a shit though, I give him thirty bucks and he comes back with lots of beer," she handed her brother the bottle as she sat down next to him, "I guess after today I should start being more careful." "If he's cool, he's cool. Obviously that fool that brought you home today was not cool. But let's change the subject; there's no need to keep going down that road all night." Never wanting to dwell on things that would upset Samantha, Travis had come to know this tactic well. As Samantha sat down, she noticed his cologne. She figured, from the fact that she was still pretty wet and probably stinky that the cologne smell stood out. Her hair was napped up too. "Good God, I need a shower," she said taking a long swig, "A commercial had just come on that Samantha hated. "Not a damn thing, get any new movies since last time I was over?" Travis got up to look at her selection. Searching for a while he finally spoke "Umm what the hell is this! Ohhh haha! What have you been watching little sister?" "We're twins damn it!" she hated when he called her that. "Fourteen minutes little sister, fourteen minutes, and what the hell is this?" he had pulled out a DVD with lots of naked people on the cover. The question, of course, was intentionally rhetorical. Samantha gasped and her heart sank; she thought she had gotten rid of that. Why hadn't she gotten rid of that? She was almost glad it was her brother that found it and not her parents, but never the less she was visibly embarrassed. She almost looked horrified to him, "Ok ok, I get it, you don't wanna talk about your deep dark fantasies, its fine, and we can watch something else!" Travis tried to make light of the situation to ease the shock which was still quite visible on Samantha's face. "Ok, seriously, it's not a big deal." He slid the porno back into its slot and pulled out the latest season of a popular TV comedy and popped in the first disc. Travis hoped that some good funnies on the TV would pull the shock out of Samantha, who was still yet to say a word. After about an hour and another bottle of beer Samantha was loosened up and laughing along with the show. In fact, she had enough in her to be completely over it by now. "Well, I'm going to go take that shower," she said. "Ok, but I'm gonna watch your porno while you're gone!" Travis had three beers in him by this time so it was no surprise to Samantha when he started up on that again. "You need to you keep your dirty little fingers off my stuff you little shit," she snapped, not really caring and still walking toward her room. She grabbed herself a towel and a change of clothes and went to the bathroom. Her bathroom, unlike the rest of the apartment, was actually quite cozy. 'Plenty of room in here' she often thought to herself, glad that at least one room was a decent size. It was also the best decorated room in the house. With a rainbow colored rug on the floor and curtains on the windows, instead of blinds like in the rest of the house. The shower had a pretty little rainbow colored curtain that she just loved. Even the toilet sported decoration. Yep, she liked this room, she thought, as she undressed. Her clothes had not dried much in the hour spent watching TV. Her blue jean shorts were especially so as they plopped on the ground with a wet thud. She tossed her t-shirt and bra in the hamper where she kept her whites, noting that she needed to do laundry tonight or tomorrow. The hot water was a most welcome feeling after sitting in those wet clothes for over an hour. Samantha would often give her body attention while she showered, especially since she was single and wasn't getting any attention elsewhere. In fact, it had been nearly two years since her last encounter, she recalled 'senior, prom, what a nightmare.' This time was no different as she lathered up the soap and began to caress different parts of her body. The buzz she had from the beer was still going strong and it was making her very horny. It got the best of her as she began to play with her breasts. Samantha was quite proud of her tits as her hands were slipping and gliding over them. They weren't enormous, she thought, but just right, at a c cup, and they held up well too, perky you might say. Soon her nipples were very hard and she was tweaking them with one hand and running the other down her body, softly brushing the opening between her legs. She fell back against the shower wall as she let a finger dip inside the soft warm hole. The beer was definitely helping, she thought, noticing how wet she had become in such a short time. As she grew closer to release she also lost control of her breathing and moaning. "Oh God," an audible groan slipped from her throat. She was being much louder than she had intended and the thought of her brother hearing her was unpleasant to say the least, but that didn't stop her. At this point she couldn't stop; her pussy was literally flowing as she crashed her head against the shower wall. Her body quivered and shook as her orgasm flowed through. Samantha caught her breath and though her panting subsided she noticed that she was still breathing and moaning much too loudly. Covering her mouth, in attempt to stay quiet, she realized the sound she was hearing wasn't herself but it was coming from the living room. 'That little shit,' she recognized the scene he was watching just from the sounds being made and the raunchy porno music that was playing. She left the water running so her brother would think she was still in the shower. She dried herself and put on her dry clothes and moved to the door and cracked it open just a little. She peaked down the hall but couldn't see the love seat from this vantage point. She could, however, see what she already knew to be true, the porno playing on her TV. As she crept down the hall, being careful not to make any noise louder than the shower or the TV she peered around the corner. 'Damn!' she thought, hoping to catch him jerking off and embarrass him like he had done her earlier. 'Oh well,' she conceded to herself as she went back and turned off the water, which just as she did the TV was subsequently turned off. "So how late are you staying?" she queried as she went into the kitchen for another beer. "Do you care if I stay the night? I think Richard is planning on getting laid tonight and I'd rather not be there ya know," Richard being Travis's room mate at the dorm. "Of course you can stay," the question seemed silly to Samantha but that was Travis, no end to his politeness. A few hours passed, as did many beers, "Sam, I'm drunk." "Me too!" she smiled, enjoying her impaired state of mind. "It's getting late, where am I gonna sleep?" "I hadn't even thought about it, you never slept over before. Think you can sleep here?" Samantha slurred her words a little as she patted the loveseat. "I don't think so, if I was 5 years old maybe," they both laughed hard. Things just seemed so much funnier in those drunken moments. Travis downed the last five ounces of his current beer and set it down just before his head drooped back. He snapped back alive for just a second spouting, "wha, wha, ahhh school, I got school in the morning why did I drink!" Samantha laughed, "Silly boy tomorrow is Saturday. I think someone just needs to get in bed." With that she helped him up. They'd have to share her bed it would seem. Travis was ready to pass out. You would think a guy his size could hold a bit more than four beers. He wasn't huge by any means but he wasn't some 150 pound rail either. As she helped him, Travis, in his impaired state, got a good long whiff of his sister. Normally he wouldn't think of such a thing but being the drunken fool he was, he did, and her hair he thought, wow, it smelled good. It looked good too; of course it always looked good; he was a fool for long blonde hair anyways. 'Did she put on perfume too? Incredible,' he thought. Travis flopped down on the bed with a thud, trying to be as graceful as he could but it didn't really work. Samantha pulled his legs up onto the bed and moved the trash can over next to his side in case he had to throw up. Travis's mind was still enthralled by his sister's smell. Such a small thing can consume your thoughts when you're messed up, he figured. It had been a long time since he last got drunk and his sister was no where around then. At that moment, the pre-midnight part of Travis's night ended. He was out. Samantha's Story Ch. 01 Samantha, on the other hand, was still up. She had a good buzz going but wasn't anywhere near ready to pass out. Eventually she found herself watching that movie again. She looked on at the image in front of her and once again found herself extremely horny. 'God I need a man,' she thought as she reached under her shirt and unfastened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts from it. Her other hand had already began to pull her skirt up as she licked her lips in anticipation of touching herself. She could hardly believe how wet she was when she felt the dampness on the outside of her panties. Still with her eyes on the movie she continued playing with her breasts twisting at her nipples making them erect, just like the ones she saw on the Asian girl that she couldn't take her eyes off of. Peeling her panties to the side she felt her pussy begin to release its juice down to the crack of her ass. Samantha paused a moment to reach under the loveseat. She removed a box with a dildo inside. Almost immediately she removed it and inserted it into herself. Imitating the image she saw on the screen she fucked herself nice and slow, moving at the same pace as the couple she was watching. "Ohh fuck yes, mmm," she groaned with pleasure wishing she had a real cock inside her. The image on the screen switched to a blowjob scene. 'God I would love to suck a cock right now,' she thought to herself, looking up on the Asian girl with envious eyes. Samantha removed the dildo from her now sloppy wet slit and began to suck it into her mouth, while working her clit with her other hand. That did it, she couldn't handle anymore. Wanting to feel just like the girl she was watching she moaned and screamed muffled sounds into the dildo she was sucking as her climax hit her. She was dripping all over her furniture but didn't care; she was too drunk and too hot to care at this point. Pinching and rolling her clit and still sucking the fake cock she had another smaller orgasm, which finally subsided. It had been only two hours since she helped her brother to bed and somehow he had managed to stretch out and cover pretty much the entire damn thing. Samantha sighed, moving his limbs back over to his side of the bed. She looked at the clock, 11PM, not too bad, she figured, she'd be up by nine or ten o'clock with a raging head ache. But it was worth it. She could still feel the aftermath of her last orgasm even though her cum had already dried. She had been too drunk or too lazy to clean herself up before she went to bed. Travis had to piss, bad. He looked at the clock, 1:25AM. 'Shit' he thought, my entire night is gonna be like this, he had sobered up some. After using the bathroom he came back to bed, almost falling asleep instantly but he noticed something that alerted his mind enough to keep him awake. 'Do I smell sex?' he thought. He sniffed the air again and looked over at his sister. "Sam?" he whispered, checking to see if she was awake at all. It was the smell of sex alright. This was not good he thought. His mind had already been twisted by the smell of his sister earlier that night; he couldn't possibly let himself think of his sister in that way. His judgment still quite impaired his hand reached out to stroke Samantha's hair. No, no, I have to stop, I'm going to wake her up, and what the fuck kind of pervert touches their sister? These thoughts didn't stop him though. For a few minutes he continued, and then moved his hand back closer to himself. He could see exposed skin where her shirt had ridden up some while sleeping. That was where his hand made it's way next. Slowly he let his fingers touch her soft skin near the small of her back. Tracing little circles now he just knew he was going to wake her up. 'Wow, she's so soft, her skin, just... perfect' he thought. Finally he snapped out of it. 'Good God she's your sister dumb ass, you don't fucking touch your sister, that's nasty!' his final argument to stop, and he did. The smell was still in the air however and his body had reacted. 'I can smell pussy' he kept saying to himself. Travis looked down at the tent that had grown under the sheets. He wanted badly to just start pounding away but he couldn't risk waking her up. "Sam," he whispered again, she was out. He began to stroke himself very slowly, making sure the bed didn't move as he did. With lustful images of any girl he could think of besides his sister in his mind he continued. He was getting close and quickly realized there was no plan to get rid of the cum. 'Damn my drunken forgetfulness. Shit where do I put it?' despite not having a plan he continued and decided to just let himself go inside his boxers. 'Bloody hell, that was dumb' he thought, as he slowly removed them, using them to wipe himself half-clean and threw them in the floor. With groggy eyes Samantha blinked, trying to get her vision strait, 4:15AM. She felt the dried cum in her panties and smiled. 'Need to piss' she reminded herself what had woke her up. As she stood to leave the room she looked over at Travis. "Travis," she paused, "Travis!" she whispered loudly as if to wake someone up but stay very quiet. Her brother had managed to somehow become naked on her bed. 'I need a couch' she thought. She gave up trying to wake him and went to the bathroom. As she sat there listening to the pee whiz into the toilet the image of Travis's penis stuck in her mind. After all the self-satisfaction she had earlier she still wanted some attention, and oddly to her, the thought of her brother's penis wasn't repulsive, in fact it was kind of exciting. After her ordeal the day before and his becoming her hero, every little thing with Travis felt different to her now. Confused by her thoughts Samantha returned to the bed room. Sitting down in a chair that sat in a dark corner of her room, 'oh this is just weird' she thought as she began to watch him sleep. 'Why is he just sprawled out naked like that anyways, where is his underwear?' She saw them in the floor and could tell right away that they were soiled with his cum, and again, she wasn't repulsed. Her thoughts at that moment changed. The very thought of having sexual thoughts about her brother almost immediately led her to re-evaluate him as a friend and as a guy in general. 'He was good looking' she thought, 'skinny, always happy, adventurous, funny and sexy too.' He's always so sweet to me. I know he loves me. I know he'll make some girl very happy some day. I must be drunk, she scolded herself. Samantha was growing more confused; she needed to sleep it off. She slowly pulled the covers back over him, tucked him in and climbed back into bed and drifted off to sleep. The next morning Travis awoke, head pounding, eyes blurry and spinning. What a hangover. He could already hear Monday morning conversations with his friends at school. "So what did you do this weekend?" "Oh nothing, just got drunk at my sister's house, watched a porno, passed out and jerked off, oh yeah, and I touched my sister!" Yeah that would sound great. He looked over at Samantha; she was still out, thank god; he was afraid she would have seen his cum soaked boxers or worse, him naked in her bed! By the time Samantha woke up Travis was long gone and almost all evidence of the night before was erased, except what she had remembered from her short time awake. Was it a dream? Whether it was or not, her long term impression of her brother had been changed. She thought about all those years growing up with a twin brother and how close they had always been. They had both an older and a younger sister. They were both the middle child, which had made their relationship different from that of their other siblings. Growing up they had the same friends, they went to the same places and were pretty much stuck with each other since the other two siblings didn't share the same interests. They were always in the same grade, and even when Samantha was held back in the sixth grade Travis pleaded for them to let him stay back too, just so they wouldn't be separated. But now it was different. He was her protector, her friend, her man. She tried to stop thinking about it but she couldn't. The image of her brother naked in bed was still etched in her mind and still it didn't bother her at all. Maybe they were always close beyond that point and they just had managed to rarely see each other naked. She imagined them as a couple, dating, playing, and making love, all those things that couples do. 'We already do most of those things,' she thought, 'why can't we do them all. Life is so unfair,' she argued to herself, 'best friends are what we are. I can't let some silly infatuation mess that up' she concluded. The next few days passed without consequence. Although she wondered what Travis was doing she remained steadfast to her commitment to not act on her new found feelings, but still he occupied her mind; she couldn't figure out why it was so hard to stop thinking about him. Maybe she was lonely. Maybe-if she could fall for a guy who wasn't her sibling, maybe-if a-lot-of-things. Finally, on Wednesday she decided to invite him over for dinner; Samantha was a great cook after all. There's no harm in making your brother grilled chicken with fried rice and veggies right? She even got the fold out table and chairs ready! No big deal really, she thought, just dinner and a movie. Oh yeah, forgot to mention the movie. She rented "Fifty First Dates," for some odd reason Travis really liked those sappy love comedies. Her phone rang, the caller ID showed the name, Travis Craft. "Hi, where are you, I've got chicken on the grill and some rice on the chill!" she was very happy. "I'm really sorry Sam, but there's this intramural softball game tonight and I promised a guy in my dorm that I'd take his spot, he's really bad sick with the flu." Sam was crushed. "What?" she sighed sadly. "Well. Okay," was all she could squeeze out without crying. 'Good god why am I so upset,' although she knew why and felt stupid "Well, I'll see you soon; I can get a rain check on some of that fine Samantha cookin' right?" Lighthearted as always, she thought hearing his words, the perfect nice-guy. "You bet sweetie, bye," Samantha immediately hung up the phone, wondering where in the hell that 'sweetie' came from. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she mumbled banging her fist into the ball of her other hand. She finished dinner and saved what would have been Travis's portion for leftovers. She didn't even bother watching the movie. It wouldn't be any good without Travis. Thursday morning came. Samantha looked up from her bed, 9AM. Some way, some how, she had managed to hit a low. She couldn't even bring herself to attend classes that day. Eventually 11:32 came, and she finally got out of bed. Deciding that she wasn't going to let this depression get the best of her she took a shower and fixed herself up really nice. Pursing her lips in the mirror she noted just how hot, you might even say, slutty, she looked. Her top was tight enough that she had no need for a bra. Her skirt was thigh-high and she even put on some stockings, she was ready. She was confused. Samantha picked up the phone, "Peter, hey. Yeah, it's me. Listen, I need you. Can I see you today, are you busy? Great, okay, I'll see you at four," Samantha knew she shouldn't, but her guilt wasn't strong enough to stop her in her depressed state. Peter Doke, Samantha's high school ex, was your typical non-committal jerk off. The guy, who would barely even admit they were dating, while they were sleeping together, was the guy she turned to, in this, a dark time indeed. He was also a good friend of Travis's, until their relationship ended, and of course Travis stuck by his sister's side. To say the least, it was a messy breakup that left many damaged relationships in its path. Four twenty seven, typical. Samantha was about to give up on him when finally there was a knock at the door. "Hey you," a gleam in her eye, it was obvious what Samantha wanted. The way she was dressed, the way she smelled. "Hi, you said—," Peter trailed off, few times had Samantha ever dressed up so sexily for him. "I guess you—," he paused, "yeah." at six foot two, Peter stood about six inches taller than Samantha. His first instinct told him she was vulnerable, his second instinct told him to take advantage, and fast. He kissed her hard on the lips as they finally embraced after staring at each other in the doorway for what seemed like five minutes, but was in reality, only fifteen seconds. Samantha felt instantly aroused. The attention her body had been craving for days was finally going to be realized. She felt his hand begin to lift up her stretch-material top, which clung to her in a way that its removal more resembled that of removing a sock or stocking. Her perfume was thick in the air, combined with the smell of her hair and sight of her newly released tits, Peter was raging with desire. It had been so long since they touched; it was almost like unexplored territory. Samantha grabbed at his hand and brought it strait to her breast, continuing the kiss as she kicked the door shut behind them. "Oh yes, please, oh god, yes," she mumbled into his mouth as their tongue sucking turned into extremely hot necking. She pulled his shirt off and threw it at the door. She could feel moisture building up between her legs whilst his hand continued to play roughly with her breasts. Breaking their embrace they both quickly stripped naked. Peter's cock looked ready as she took it into her hand and guided him to the loveseat and fell back into it. Peter remembered this loveseat well. It was too small, but this was one time he wasn't going to complain. He swooped down to embrace Samantha in another long kiss, broken only when his mouth's attention was directed to her chest. Her breathing was quickly sounding less controlled as Peter took each tiny nipple into his mouth, lightly biting and sucking on them. One of his hands made its way to her opening, which at this point was swollen and dripping. He couldn't remember her ever being this horny before as he easily slipped a finger inside. "Oh my god, ohhhhhhhh" she moaned as his finger entered her. Her breathing had become panting as she again took his cock into her hand stroking it softly, tugging, and wishing for it to be in her. "You are so fucking beautiful today, I don't know what's gotten into you but I know I like it, you are so-oo –oohh hot right now!" he said removing a condom from his pants. Samantha took it from him and slipped it over his penis, smiling broadly in anticipation of having his thick cock buried deep inside her. Samantha was mashing her own breasts together as Peter began to rub his cock at her opening. Sliding the tip of his penis up and down her slit, she groaned louder and louder as he tickled her opening. "Just fuck me you tease!" she screamed tugging at him with her legs. Slowly his cock head penetrated her, "Yes, ohhh god yes, more, more!" she screamed as she felt the walls of her pussy being stretched open. 'Wow this feels good,' she thought to herself, covering her guilt with her desire for pleasure. Just then –click- Samantha's head popped up over Peter's shoulder just enough to see the doorknob turning. "Shit!" she whispered loudly. Peter's cock was still half buried in her pussy when the door opened. It took Travis about two seconds to process the scene before his eyes. "Just what the fuck do you think you are doing here," Travis's tone was deliberate and hateful. Peter pulled out. His stomach sank; he knew if Travis wanted to fight, and Peter would be on the losing end of a good ass whipping. "I'm sorry bro, god damn, she invited me over and I just—I wasn't expecting—you have to believe me bro, I didn't plan this!" Travis was approaching him in spite of these words. "No Travis, don't, it's true, I invited him," Samantha could hardly believe she was sticking up for a guy, whom no more than 24 hours ago, she despised with all her being. But she couldn't lie, it was all her doing. Travis was stunned. "Unbelievable," he looked at his whore-of-a-sister as she snapped her legs closed and covered her breasts with her arms, "just fucking unbelievable," his gaze turned to Peter, "you have exactly fifteen seconds," he didn't need to say anymore than that. Peter was gone in ten. Travis watched the door shut behind Peter. He turned to Samantha, "Just what the fuck are you doing? Fucking the one guy that fucked up relationships between both of us?" "Don't lecture me about who I can and cannot have sex with, you're not my keeper, so piss off!" she snapped, as she covered herself with a throw blanket she kept on the love seat, she wasn't going to be lectured after he broke off their date yesterday. Travis knew she wasn't being rational; it took all he had to contain his anger and try to speak sense into her, "He is bad for you! When you two broke up, I picked you, and now you go and whore yourself back to him?" he wanted to suppress the whore-comment but it came through loud and clear and he had to stand firm behind it now, his pride was at stake. Samantha couldn't believe her ears; she screamed there were no words in her scream; it was just a loud, ear piercing, screeching, scream. It sounded like bloody murder and the tears poured down her face, he went too far, her heart was now completely and utterly broken. Sobbing uncontrollably, "Just who—are you—calling—a whore!!" she screamed as she charged right at him, smacking him across the face with an almost deafening pop, as a dark red, hand shaped mark immediately took form on his cheek. Travis stood their, stunned, again. Words had escaped him. "Fuck you," she said. She then opened the door, and left. ------------------END OF CHAPTER 1----------------