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The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 01

By: MarkBarnevski



-NATALIE-

I laid on my bed, watching the rain pour down my window, and wondered if Andy, my big brother, would answer his phone if I called. He was a busy guy, but it still annoyed me when he didn't pick up his phone.

Andy is twenty-three and five years older than I am. Despite us being a bit far apart in age, he has always been my best friend. He recently became the latest heartthrob actor and was always super busy, making him unable to answer my calls.

I snatched up my cell phone from my nightstand and gave him a call. After a few rings, I expected it to go to voicemail. This time, however, he actually answered!

"Hello?" My heart skipped a beat and I could feel myself grinning like an idiot.

"Hi, Andy!" I squeaked.

"Hey, Natalie, what's up?" His voice was always so smooth and reflected his laidback demeanor.

"I just wanted to talk. It's been too long."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just finished shooting this film that's been emotionally exhausting. They're trying to rush everything to get it done in time for awards season."

"Awards season? Like the Oscars?"

"Well, that's what we're aiming for. You never really know until it's done. I've just been trying to get away from this teen heartthrob image that I seem to have."

"Aw, but you're just so dreamy!"

Andy snorted. "Oh, shut up. Being dreamy is a bigger pain in the ass than you'd think."

"Hey, this is what you wanted!"

"Yeah, you're right," Andy said. He and I were quiet for a moment. "Well, I think we should call it a night. I have to get up early for some stupid press thing."

"Okay," I sighed. We were quiet again. I didn't want him to go. I just wanted to be with him so badly. As hard as I tried, I couldn't keep my tears from coming. I hoped he wouldn't hear me sniffling, but he heard me anyway.

"Hey, come on now, Natalie. Don't cry."

"I know, I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I just miss you so much sometimes."

"I miss you too. Tell you what: I'm free this Saturday if you want to grab breakfast."

"Okay," I squeaked. "I love you, Andy."

"I love you too. Good night!" And then he hung up.

I put my phone back on the night stand and I wrapped myself around my body pillow - the one I always pretended was Andy. I don't know what it is about my big brother. I have this crush on him and I can't seem to get rid of it. I'm so in love with him, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Ever since I was little, Andy has always been my hero. I have two older sisters, Katie (twenty-five) and Jessica (twenty), who would torment me when I was young.

Katie always hated me because she blamed me for our father leaving us. Okay, let me backpedal here. Before I was born, our mother had an affair with a rich man named David, who's now our stepfather. Dad left because of her affair, but I was born soon after this ordeal. It was a mystery as to who my real father was, but after a paternity test, it showed that David wasn't my real dad. My real dad, however, was long gone.

Regardless, Katie, who was nine at the time, blamed me for the whole thing. She's believed that her entire life, despite how ridiculous that idea is.

So, back to Andy being my hero and all. When I was around four years old, Katie and Jessica had taken my favorite doll and kept it from me, threatening to destroy it. I was just a helpless little girl, so all I could do was cry and beg. That's when Andy came to the rescue. He came in, tackled Katie, and wrestled the doll away from her. He then gave me my doll back and I followed him around for the rest of the day like a lost puppy. We've been inseparable ever since.

As time went on, Katie ran away from home to live with Dad and Jessica then became friends with me. Our little feud only happened when we were little, so it was easy for me to forgive her. It was nice to have another girl friend, but my best friend would always be Andy.

As to my relationship with my parents, it's very stiff and formal. I guess Mom was just burned out on raising another kid and David wasn't interested in kids at all. I'm not too sad about it. I was raised by a nanny, then Andy, and I turned out just fine.

-ANDY-

I couldn't sleep at all, as my thoughts constantly wandered to my baby sister. When I was at her at her high school graduation a couple weeks ago, I saw that she had grown into such a beautiful girl. Her long, dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders, and slightly curled in a way that took regular girls hours to achieve, her girlish (yet still womanly) figure, her soft face with adorable chubby little cheeks (she was self-conscious about those, even though she had a super skinny body). She was, quite possibly, the most beautiful girl I knew. And that's why I couldn't talk to her as much as I'd like. I've always been scared of what I would do to her.

Ever since she started developing, I found her more and more attractive. It was so wrong of me for several reasons:

1) She's my sister.

2) She idolized me like crazy.

3) Her low self-esteem made her an easy target.

The meer idea that I even have that particular Reason #3 terrifies me even more.

However, I love Natalie. She's been my best friend since forever and she was the only one in my family who supported my acting dreams. When I achieved said dreams, she was the one who rubbed it in everyone's faces, so I didn't have to. Natalie truly was my number one fan, no matter how many tweens insisted that they held that title.

I figured that the only way I was going to go to sleep, would be to just rub one out. I took off my boxers and started stroking. I would think about all the actresses I would want to bang, all the pop stars, and then Natalie. Natalie, with her beautiful hair and soft, white skin (only slightly tanned), bouncing as she rode my cock. I imagined her freshly developed B-cups moving up and down with her, and that's when I lost it. My cum showered over my stomach and chest like a hose.

After laying in bliss for a few moments, I instantly regreted my masturbation choice. Natalie was so innocent and so sweet. She didn't deserve to be thought of in such a way by the only man she's ever trusted. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

-NATALIE-

Saturday morning had arrived and I jumped out of bed before my alarm clock (as if I even needed it that day). I spent the previous evening trying to decide what to wear, so I wouldn't need to worry about that. After an hour of making myself all pretty for Andy, I was ready.

Leaving my bedroom, I had realized that I didn't tell my mom about my plans for that day. It didn't really matter to her, but I just wanted to let her know just in case hell froze over and she actually worried about me.

My footsteps echoed louder than usual, as I descended the staircase into the foyer. The house seemed strangely empty.

The kitchen was immaculately clean and the countertops were bare, except for a sheet of paper on the kitchen island. I picked up the paper, which was written in my mom's handwriting:

"Natalie-

As you know, David and I have been wanting to spend the rest of our lives on the ocean, exploring the world. We've decided to buy a yacht and live our dream! I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but we just couldn't wait any longer. We've deposited your inheritance of $15 million into your bank account so you won't have to worry about money. Feel free to keep the house, as we won't need it. I love you, honey, and we'll see you in a couple years or so!

Love, Mom"

I stared at the letter when I was finished, not believing what I was reading. I mean, sure, they've told me countless times about their little dream, but I thought they'd let me know before they left. Was $15 million supposed to make up for the fact that they left the way that they did?

I should have been angry or sad, but instead, I just felt nothing. The money they left insured that I wouldn't starve and it's not like their absence would be hugely noticeable.

The front door squeaked open and I heard Andy walk through the front door.

"Hello?" He called out into my empty house.

"I'm in the kitchen!"

Before I knew it, Andy was standing behind me. I set the letter down, wrapped my arms around him, and squeezed him tightly.

"How are you? Where's Mom and David?" Andy asked.

"I'm good. Mom and David... They left," was all I could say.

Andy saw the letter, picked it up, and read it in silence. After a few moments, he tossed it back on the island.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! They just left without telling you?!" Andy said, his voice raised.

"You know they're not great with communication," I reasoned. Andy looked at me and cupped my cheek with the palm of his hand.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. My heart fluttered, as I looked up into his beautiful, concerned eyes.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," I whispered back. "Let's just go eat. I'm starving."

-ANDY-

I was happy to see my baby sister again, even if we were just hanging out for the day. Breakfast was delicious and the two of us got caught up.

However, Natalie was pretty distant the entire morning. It's understandable, as her guardians just abandoned her, but she said she was okay. It probably didn't help that those two tween girls interrupted our breakfast so they could take a picture with me.

When we got back from breakfast, Natalie went straight to the kitchen, crumpled up the letter, and chucked it in the garbage disposal. I watched her from the doorframe.

"Is that what you've had on your mind all morning?" I asked.

"What?" Natalie spun around, as if I came out of nowhere.

"You've been awfully distant today."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just... you know."

I walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. I looked down into her eyes.

"Do you need me to stay with you today?"

"Well, I don't NEED you to stay, but I'd love it if you did," she said, giving me her first real smile all morning. "I'm just hanging out with Sean at some party tonight, but the rest of my day is free."

"Sean?" This was the first I was hearing about any Sean.

"Sorry, my boyfriend. Well, I don't know about boyfriend, but we're dating," she said, then looking up at me, searching my face for approval.

"Oh, that's cool. I need to get packed, anyway. I have to leave for New York in the morning. Reshoots are a bitch."

"Oh, okay." Natalie gave me a fake little smile, obviously disappointed that I wouldn't be around all weekend.

We spent the rest of the day playing video games together and chatting about her boyfriend/not-boyfriend Sean. Pretty soon, however, she needed to get dressed for that party, so I hugged her goodbye and went back to my place.

As I packed my suitcase for my week-long trip, my thoughts traveled to Natalie. She looked as beautiful as she always did and I hoped that Sean treated her right. Natalie was too fragile and too innocent for some asshole who would just fuck her and dump her.

Then I started wondering: was my little Natalie even a virgin anymore? Was she really as innocent as she seemed to be? Or was she entirely different when I wasn't around? I couldn't stand the thought of her having sex with someone.

I wanted her for myself.

I slapped myself like an idiot, trying to get that thought out of my mind, but it was no use. For better or worse, the crush I had on my little sister was there to stay.

My cell phone vibrated around midnight, when I got a call from Natalie. I should have ignored the call and gone to bed, as planned, but I couldn't ignore Natalie.

"Hello?"

"Andy? Can you come over?" Natalie's voice was small and squeaky. Something happened that night.

"Of course, I'll be right over." I hung up and put on some slip-ons. I didn't really bother changing. My old t-shirt and basketball shorts would be fine. Figuring I'd just sleep over at her place, I grabbed my suitcase and drove over.

Natalie's house was dark when I arrived. It was colder and emptier with Mom and David gone.

"Natalie?" I called out into the dark manor.

"Up here!" Natalie called, her small voice barely loud enough for me to hear.

I went upstairs and found her in the master bedroom, which Natalie had now moved into. She crawled out of bed and ran to me, wearing just a small nighty. Natalie hugged me and held her head against my chest.

"What happened, Natalie?" I asked. Natalie turned her tear-streaked face and looked up at me.

"Sean, he- he was fucking Amber. I s- s- saw them-" She squeaked out, before her voice trailed off.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie." I ran my fingers through her soft hair.

"Can you please sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."

"Of course, Natalie."

"I'm sorry. I know you need to leave in the morning and everything-" I put a finger to her lips.

"It's fine. My flight isn't until 11:30. Let's go to bed."

Natalie led me to the luxurious bed that my mother and her husband used to own. The sheets had been changed, however, so it felt less weird to sleep in it.

As Natalie climbed into bed, her little nighty scrunched up a bit, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. Unfortunately, I only got a brief flash of her little pussy before she pulled the sheet over herself. I hoped and prayed I wouldn't get an erection.

The bed was a California King, which was spacious enough for four people, but Natalie wrapped her little body around me.

"Why do guys only care about sex?" Natalie asked. The question threw me off guard

"I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"Sean had been pressuring me for months to... do things with him, but I always told him I wasn't ready. I was going to give myself to him tonight-"

"What?" I couldn't help but interrupt. I instantly regretted it.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Andy. I just wanted him t- to-" Natalie stammered and her eyes welled up with a fresh batch of tears.

"I'm sorry, I just... Go ahead and keep talking. I'll shut up."

"I didn't want him to find someone else, so I was going to give myself to him. But I was too late and he was already with Amber."

"I'm sorry, Natalie. Maybe it's a good that it happened. You should save yourself for someone special. Someone who won't betray you like that."

"Okay, I will," Natalie said. "I love you, Andy."

Natalie leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips. She rested her little head on my chest and fell asleep within minutes.

-NATALIE-

I woke up before Andy the next morning and looked up at his handsome, peaceful face. He was so sweet to me the night before and I knew in that moment that if I could give myself to him, I'd do so in a heartbeat.

I sighed and rested my head on his chest. I looked down and noticed a huge tent in the sheets. I had heard about morning wood, but I always thought it was a myth or a joke. Overwhelmed with curiosity, I pulled back the sheets, then his shorts. I gasped as his big, meaty cock popped out.

Until that moment, I had never seen an erect penis before. Staring down at Andy's cock made me realize that I never wanted anything as badly as I did right then and there.

The thought made me squirm. I could feel my cheeks burning, my heart racing, and my pussy getting wet. Without another thought, I lowered my head down to his crotch and lifted the sheet over my head.

As I moved and squirmed under the sheets to get into a comfortable position above his cock, I could feel my nighty pulling up, exposing everything under my belly button. It was exhilarating to feel so vulnerable and open to Andy. With one smooth motion, I slipped completely out of my nighty and tossed it on my pillow. Then, I slid my naked body back to my brother's throbbing cock.

Slowly wrapping my quivering hand around him, I found his cock surprisingly hot and fleshy, while still rock hard. I slowly licked my way from the bottom of his shaft to the top with the tip of my tongue, tracing my way along the veins.

Andy squirmed in his sleep and I knew I was doing well. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and swalled the head of his cock. It was too big for my mouth and I tried fitting in as much as I could, only getting an inch or so past the head.

As I bobbed my head up and down on his thick cock, I wondered what it would be like to make love to him. With his size, though, there would be no way that he could fit inside me. The thought of it terrified me and turned me on so much more. I knew my pussy would soon just drench the sheets, but I didn't care. I wanted him to fuck me.

Maybe if I gave him my virginity, he wouldn't leave for New York. Andy could stay here and I would never be alone.

-ANDY-

I was dreaming about getting my dick sucked by some mystery dream girl, when I woke up. I always hated waking up in the middle of a sex dream.

However, instead of the sensations I felt in that dream going away, they were still happening. I looked down to see the silk sheet bobbing up and down, as my mystery dream girl was still sucking my cock. I turned my head to see Natalie's discarded nighty laying on the pillow next to me. The sudden realization hit me.

I pulled back the sheet, revealing my sweet baby sister, completely naked and slobbering all over my cock.

"Natalie, oh fuck..." I breathed. She gave me a beautiful, soft moan.

She was an amateur, but it felt incredible, regardless. I had never seen someone put so much effort into a good morning blowjob. It was as if Natalie's life depended on getting me off.

However, as amazing as it felt, my conscience creeped in. I started lifting her head off of my cock. Natalie looked up at me, confused.

"We can't." I whispered.

Natalie ignored me and started sucking me off again. I pulled her off with more force. This time, however, she climbed on top of me, grabbed my face, and started making out with me.

"Natalie, stop!" I tried saying, before she cut me off with her tongue invading my mouth.

"Please!" She whimpered.

With Natalie's face pressed against mine, I could feel her wet cheeks. She was crying.

I pulled her off of me and held her at arm's length.

"Andy, please, I need you!" She wiped her tears and straddled my crotch, about to lower herself onto my cock. I flipped her over and pinned her down. I just couldn't take my little sister's virginity.

"What the fuck are you doing, Natalie?!" I growled.

"Please, Andy! I love you!" Natalie sobbed. I calmed myself down and laid next to her, still holding her trembling body in a tight grip to make sure she didn't try anything.

"Why are you doing this? What's gotten into you?" I searched her little face for answers.

"I just-" was all she could articulate.

"You just what?"

"Nothing!"

"Come on, Natalie, just tell me."

"I just want you to love me!"

"I do love you! Why would you think otherwise?"

"I don't want you to leave! I don't want to be alone!" Natalie sobbed even harder.

I felt like a piece of shit. Without me, Natalie would be completely alone. She never knew Dad, her older sister despised her for no reason, her other sister left for college across the country, her parents left with no notice, and her boyfriend had dumped her for someone else.

"Natalie, I'm going to be gone for a week at the most," I said. "I would never abandon you."

Natalie looked up at me with her glistening eyes. "Promise?"

"I promise."

Natalie took deep breaths and managed to calm herself down. She buried her face in my chest.

"I'm sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have done that," Natalie said. "You probably think I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy. You've had all these people leave you and now I'm about to do the same. But unlike those people, I'm coming back. You have to believe me." Natalie looked up at me.

"I know, Andy. I believe you."

After laying there for a few more minutes, I got dressed and ready for my flight. Natalie only dressed herself in the t-shirt I was wearing the night before.

When I was ready, I kissed Natalie good-bye and headed off to LAX.


The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 01



On the flight to New York, I had plenty of time to think about my little sister. She wanted to give her virginity to me. No, she needed to give it to me. Fortunately, I was strong enough to say "no" this time. Her naked body was so gorgeous and perfect, that if she was anyone other than my sister, it would be a crime NOT to fuck her.

I may have been strong enough that time, but if it were to happen again, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself.



The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 02



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for all the positive feedback, everyone! I promise I'll keep these coming as fast as I can, as long as my schedule permits and the quality's good. Also, if you're jumping into this story now, then welcome! But please go back and read Chapter 1, as you probably won't know what's going on in the story otherwise. Thanks again! 

-NATALIE-

Andy left for his film shoot a couple days earlier and I was laying in bed, feeling a little lonely and a little guilty. I don't know what came over me that last Sunday morning or why I forced myself on my big brother. There were only so many times I could apologize to him and he did forgive me. But why did I still feel so bad?

My phone vibrated violently and startled me. I rolled over to my nightstand to see that my sister Jessica was calling. I loved Jessica and I missed her, but part of me wished it was Andy.

"Hey Jess," I said as I answered the phone.

"I just found out about Mom and David leaving. Are you okay?" While Jessica was only two years older than me, she still felt the need to act as a sort of protector. I appreciated it, but that role was already filled by Andy.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Andy made sure I was okay before he left to do some reshoots."

"I'm sorry I can't be there, Natty. I can't imagine how lonely you must be."

"Really, Jess, I'll be fine. Andy's only going to be gone for a week."

"Sweetie, you can't rely on him to always be there for you. You know how busy he is." Jessica never liked how taken and needy I was with Andy. Don't get me wrong, she loved Andy too, but she didn't like how much I relied on him and how much "weaker" I made myself in his "presence" or whatever.

"I know, it's just that he's really all I have right now."

"What about Sean?"

"I caught him fucking Amber last Saturday."

"He fucked that bitch?! I'm sorry, Natalie. What an asshole."

"It's my own fault," I said. "He wanted someone who was ready to have sex, but that just wasn't me."

"It's not your fault. He would have cheated on you, regardless."

"Whatever, it's over."

There was a long silence over the phone.

"So how's school going?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"I'm kind of over it, but I still have a long road ahead if I want to be a lawyer. The inheritance I got from Mom and David certainly isn't motivating me."

"I'm glad they gave you your inheritance too. I was starting to feel a little guilty."

"Please, if anyone needs the money, it's you. They left you all alone, you poor thing."

I snorted. "Oh, 'poor thing' my ass. I'm going to be okay."

"I know you'll be fine, Natty, but I still worry about you."

"I know you do. Really, though, don't worry about me."

"I'll do as I damn well please," Jessica said. "Well, I have to go to class. It's been great catching up, but we'll see each other in a couple months at Thanksgiving, yeah?"

"That sounds great. Have fun."

We hung up and I fell back in my bed. It felt weird calling it "my bed," as it was always my parents' bed. I figured I'd get used to it sooner or later anyway.

I definitely knew that I could get used to the hot tub in my bathroom. Even when my parents lived here, I would use it sometimes. But now, with my parents abandoning me and all, it was free for me to use whenever I wanted. And so, I stripped out of Andy's old shirt and sank myself into the hot tub.

Feeling the hot water envelope my body was one of the best feelings ever. I could lay there all day, thinking about nothing in particular. However, this time, my thoughts traveled back to Andy, as they had been doing ever since he left.

Andy's cock was so big, so veiny, and so warm. Truth be told, the size of him was terrifying. Taking that beast inside of me would surely split me in two. And yet, I wanted nothing more for him to penetrate me and have his way with me as I held onto him for dear life.

I came back to reality as I realized that one of the jets from the other side of the hot tub was faintly massaging my pussy. I was always curious about masturbating with the use of the hot tub, but I always chickened out. Now, however, I was too horny to think of anything else.

After setting the jets to a lower setting, I opened my legs in front of one of them. I made sure to be extra careful about where the jets would hit, as I still wanted to save my hymen for (hopefully) Andy.

I raised my crotch up and, the instant the jet stream collided with my clit, I let out a high-pitched squeal. Startling myself, I lowered my body. I was worried about people hearing me, but then remembered that I was the only person living in this giant house.

With my bravery returned, I raised my pussy up to the jet again. I whimpered as the jet stream constantly massaged my clit, a feeling that my fingers and my body pillow certainly couldn't live up to.

I already felt myself cumming and I started convulsing, squeezing my small breasts and teasing my erect nipples, trying to heighten my orgasm. I thought about Andy taking me in every position possible. About Andy holding me in his arms and resting my head on his chest as he did whatever he pleased with me.

The orgasm I had was the best one of my entire life (thus far, at least).

I drained the hot tub and crawled out on trembling legs. I went to the mirror and started combing my hair out.

As I stared at my naked body, I became increasingly self-conscious. Why did I even bother thinking of Andy making love to me? Even if I wasn't his little sister, it's not like he would ever fuck a girl like me. My breasts are too small, my frame too girlish, my skin was too white, I had ugly tan lines where my bikini was, and my hair was dark brown and not a luscious, shiny, golden blonde like a lot of guys love. I was just ordinary and Andy was a big star, capable of getting any girl he wanted. He would never fuck his plain, small, needy little sister.

Wiping a tear away, I did my best to clear my head. It was no use thinking such things of my big brother. I just sighed, put on Andy's old t-shirt, grabbed the body pillow I always pretended was Andy, and watched romantic comedies all day like the stereotypical lovesick teenager I was.

-ANDY-

The reshoots wrapped everything earlier than anticipated, and so I headed home to LA the night before I was scheduled to arrive. I didn't bother telling Natalie, as I wanted to surprise her. The poor girl probably needed a pleasant surprise after last weekend.

I drove up into her driveway by almost midnight and noticed that the house was completely dark. I entered the house as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Natalie. After disarming and rearming the alarm, I tiptoed upstairs to her room.

Natalie's bedroom door slid open and there she was on the bed. She was just wearing my old t-shirt and some tiny red panties. The shirt rose up a little and made her ass completely vulnerable. Her tiny body was wrapped around that body pillow she loved so much and the California King bed seemed to shrink her appearance even more.

After supressing my imminent erection, I got into just some pajama pants and climbed into bed next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. She woke up instantly.

"Andy? You're home?" She asked, still groggy.

"Yeah, we finished everything earlier than we thought."

"Good, I missed you."

Natalie kicked the body pillow aside and wrapped her arms and legs around me. She rested her head on my shoulder and I could feel her small, loose breasts pressing up against my torso through her shirt. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but after a long flight and a busy week, I was able to fall asleep easily.

I woke up the next morning to see Natalie in a more comfortable position, her head on my chest with an arm on my stomach and her legs wrapped around my right leg. She was looking down and I knew what she was staring at. My morning wood was at full mast and, even after the incident last week, she was apparently still curious.

"Don't even think about it," I said.

Natalie gasped and sat up, looking at me.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just curious," Natalie squeaked.

"It's fine," I said. I stretched out my legs and could feel my cock bobbing around and Natalie watching.

"I can take care of it, if you want," Natalie whispered. "I know guys need to... release, or whatever."

"I can take care of it on my own."

"It's really no problem. I promise I won't get emotional or anything."

"Natalie, I said no!" I barked.

Natalie sat there quietly, on the brink of tears.

"I'm sorry," she said. Natalie hopped out of bed and walked out of her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

I felt awful about the way I was treating her. I didn't want to yell at her or make her cry, but I didn't want to take advantage of her. Even if you eliminated the fact that incest is fucked up, she was still my best friend and an easy target. Having sex would only complicate things.

My morning wood subsided and I went downstairs to find Natalie sniffling in the kitchen. I gave her a hug and she hugged me even harder.

"I'm so sorry, Andy, I'm such a stupid slut!" Natalie cried.

"No, you're not. You're just kinda needy. It's not that big of a deal, I promise."

After reconciling, we spent all day catching up. Natalie really hadn't done much when I left and it worried me. She didn't have a goal or a plan or anything she wanted to accomplish. Sure, she could easily spend the rest of her life not doing anything except spend her inheritance, but I wanted her to have something more than that.

"So have you thought about college at all?" I eventually asked.

"I don't know. I wouldn't know what to major in or a career I would want or anything," Natalie replied.

"You don't have to. A lot of people are undecided when they go to college."

"I just want to spend time with you."

That was what worried me the most. Natalie was so hung up on me that she couldn't have a life of her own. That was okay when she was younger, but she was now legally an adult and about to enter the real world. I couldn't babysit her for the rest of my life.

"Just promise me you'll think about it, okay?"

"Okay, Andy." Natalie smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek. I knew she probably wasn't going to look into anything, but it was worth a shot.

The next month and a half was the calm before the storm, in terms of my movie being released. I had nothing going on, so I was able to spend more time with Natalie. Our sexual tension was gone and we were best friends again, joking, laughing, talking, shopping, watching movies, and playing video games together.

Before long, it was two weeks before Thanksgiving and Natalie and I had just gotten back from picking out our turkey for our feast. It was just going to be Natalie, Jess, and me this year, so we didn't need a big one. I spent the rest of the day buying everything else for Thanksgiving, while Natalie spent the day looking at videos on how to cook a turkey.

After bringing everything home and putting everything away, I had to go to some meeting with my agent and a couple executives to talk about my upcoming film and the press tour I'd have to do. It was all very uninteresting and I always hated doing publicity for my movies, but it was my obligation.

I got home late at night, slightly buzzed from the drinks at the meeting, and needed to just relax in the hot tub. I went to a spare bedroom in the house, undressed, and wrapped a towel around my waist.

I opened the door to Natalie's room, but she wasn't in there. I stumbled my way into the bathroom and opened the door to see Natalie already in the hot tub.

Her eyes were shut and she was moaning. She floated there with a jet stream blasting between her legs and her left hand clutching her small breast. Natalie started convulsing and shuttering as her moaning reached a peak, then subsided. She relaxed and opened her eyes. Natalie gasped when she saw me standing there.

I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. My towel had fallen off and my cock was fully erect. Natalie and I stared at each other, our eyes filled with a combination of embarassment and lust.

"S-sorry," was all I could say, as I awkwardly averted my eyes to the ground.

"It's... okay," Natalie replied, softly. "Do you want to join me?"

"Alright," I said, knowing that I should have said "no."

I eased myself next to her in the hot tub, with her watching my rock hard dick the entire time before it submerged. We were quiet for a moment, before Natalie finally spoke up.

"I'm sorry you had to see all that. I wasn't sure when you'd be getting home."

"It's okay. I'm glad you found a... a hobby."

Natalie snorted, then burst into laughter, followed by me. After our laughter had subsided, our awkwardness had as well. Natalie wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder.

"I love you, Andy," Natalie sighed.

"I love you too, Natalie."

We were quiet again, before Natalie turned her head up at me. I looked back at her and she leaned in, tenderly kissing me on the lips. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I kissed back immediately. Natalie sighed and I grabbed her, pulling her into my lap. Natalie wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

Our tongues invaded each other's mouths as she pressed her naked body against mine. I could feel my cock getting rock hard again and I could tell that she did too, as it grew between her legs and against my belly.

Natalie started moving her hips up and down, rubbing her little pussy against my cock. I felt every texture of her vulva and I wanted to slip myself into her tight cunt. I groaned into her mouth as she whimpered into mine.

I moved my mouth down to one of her nipples and started sucking, while grabbing a handful of each ass cheek. I controlled her hips and rubbed her up and down my cock, as I started reaching my climax. I moved her faster and faster before shuttering and blasting my cum between our torsos and dispersing it into the hot tub.

Natalie collapsed in my lap and kissed me on the cheek before resting her head on my shoulder.

"I love you," Natalie whispered.

Shit.

To Be Continued...



The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 03



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for reading, everyone! If you're jumping into the story right here, you're going to want to go back and read from the beginning or else you'll probably be confused. Thanks again!



-NATALIE-

Andy assured me that what happened between us in the hot tub would never happen again. I felt bad that he felt so guilty, but I wanted even more from him.

Everytime I saw him, my heart skipped and I felt myself blushing. I was always giggling at everything he said and latched onto him more than I ever had before. I could tell he was conflicted about his feelings for me, but I didn't care.

Andy was spending more time back at his place in order to get away from me, but he always came back. We were still best friends, even if things between us got a little awkward now and then.

Two days before Thanksgiving, we worked together to get the house ready for our neat-freak sister Jessica to arrive. This mainly involved dusting her room, as it hadn't been used since last year, and picking up the clothes that I left all over the house.

Since that day was just a cleaning day, I didn't really bother getting fully dressed. I just wore the loose, low cut top I slept in the night before and a pair of boyshorts. And before you say anything, yes, I wanted Andy's attention. As much as he wanted to distance himself from me, I still desperately wanted him to notice me.

Andy helped me with picking up my clothes, but I noticed that he intentionally left my bras and panties alone. Was he really that afraid of getting intimate with me? I didn't know what was going on in his head, as I'd still catch him staring whenever I bent over or whenever I'd fix my top when it was falling down.

After a long day of cleaning, we relaxed on the leather couch in the TV room and watched an action movie that Andy chose. I knew most girls weren't supposed to like action movies, but I loved them. It had everything to do with my lifelong crush on my big brother, but I truly, legitimately enjoyed them as much as he did.

Andy sat next to me as we watched our movie, but didn't make any attempt to touch me. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed Andy to hold me like he used to when we watched movies. Even if nothing sexual happened between us, I just wanted to be close to him.

"I'm cold," I said, as I curled up in a ball and tucked myself underneath his arm. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, reluctantly of course.

Andy grabbed a nearby blanket, handed it over to me, and I gladly accepted it. I gave him a quick "thanks" and kissed him on the cheek. He relaxed and I nestled my head on his shoulder.

"Don't you want to watch the movie?" He asked, slightly amused.

"I don't care about the movie," I sighed. I felt so safe, wrapped in a blanket and pressed against his warm body. My eyelids grew heavy and I tried keeping them open, but I eventually gave up.

-ANDY-

There was simply no way I could enjoy the movie with Natalie pressed up against me. For the past two weeks, I had tried to pull off the balancing act of distancing myself from her without alienating her. Each attempt had ended with me always coming back to this house, with Natalie following me around like a lost puppy.

I didn't mind the attention, but I also didn't want a repeat of what happened in the hot tub. Natalie was always so innocent, but in the hot tub I saw a whole new side to her. She was no longer the sweet little girl that I used to protect, but an eager Lolita that wanted me more than anything.

Natalie was now fast asleep in my arms. The blanket she was in had fallen, revealing the low cut top she slept in the night before. I wished that I could read her mind and figure her out. This "outfit" she wore today made it seem like she wanted my attention, but she seemed innocent and oblivious to the effect her attire had on me.

Her top was slipping off (as it had been doing all day), so I pulled up the strap and wrapped her up in the blanket again. I turned the movie off and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. She woke up just as I was walking into her room.

"Hmm? What happened?" She mumbled.

"You fell asleep, I'm going to put you to bed."

"No, I want to stay awake."

I sighed. "Okay."

I placed her on her feet. She stretched, letting the blanket fall off. I had to look away, as her nipples strained through her shirt.

Just then, I got a text message from my agent.

"Who is it?" Natalie asked.

"My agent. Apparently the trailer for my movie came online today and it's pretty popular."

"Awesome! Can I see it?" Natalie's energy had come back quicker than I expected.

"Sure, I'm curious to see how it turned out."

I got my laptop from my room and brought it to Natalie's room. I set it down on her bed and let the trailer load for a bit. Natalie went to the bathroom while we waited. I grew impatient and started to do what I was told never to do: read the video comments.

The users seemed to agree on one thing: the movie could be great- if I wasn't in it. Apparently, since I was some tween idol pop star wannabe (even though I never sang anything), I clearly wasn't good enough and the movie would suck.

After reading what seemed like hundreds of comments, Natalie came out of the bathroom. she had brushed out her luscious, dark brown hair and played with it a bit. She always managed to look so gorgeous.

"What's the matter?" Natalie asked.

"Huh? Nothing." I said

"Andy, I know you." Natalie took the laptop from my hands and looked at the comments.

"Everyone seems to think I suck," I grumbled. Natalie set my laptop down on the bed, grabbed my hands, and looked up into my eyes.

"Andy, don't listen to them. They're a bunch of idiots and have no idea what they're talking about. You're the best actor ever!"

"No, I'm not. There are so many actors that are better than me. I should just stick to shitty teen romance movies." Then, Natalie slapped me.

"Don't you dare say that about yourself, Andy. It's not true. You're so talented."

Natalie's eyes begged me to believe her. She got on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. She lingered and then softly kissed me on the mouth.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" Natalie whispered. She kissed my lips again, but with more passion. I gave in and kissed her back, making her melt in my arms.

Natalie pulled back and, in one smooth motion, slipped out of her loose top. She pulled down her panties, stepped out of them, and stood there, letting me stare at her beautiful body.

Her dark hair gracefully fell down her right shoulder and ended at the top of her perky little breasts, which were whiter than the rest of her tanned body. She was skinny, but not too much, as she had a small tummy that I could tell she was self-conscious about. Her smooth, tanned legs were absolutely perfect and led up to her closely trimmed pussy, which she rubbed between her legs absent-mindedly.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked me, softly.

I could only nod like an idiot. She looked down at her hands, which she was nervously playing with.

"I mean, I know I'm not as pretty as the super models you've been with. You could be with anybody you-"

I stepped forward and put a finger to her lips.

"Natalie, you're absolutely beautiful."

Natalie smiled, threw her arms around my neck, pressed her little body against me, and kissed me with her wet, open mouth.

She then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with her trembling hands. She pulled down my jeans, along with my boxers, revealing my erect cock.

Natalie gracefully dropped to her knees in front of me. She lightly stroked my cock and stared at it, worshipping me.

After what seemed like ages, Natalie planted some timid wet kisses all up and down my shaft, before reaching the head. She took the head of my cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. As she sucked my head, and a little bit of my shaft, Natalie looked up at me, her bright eyes searching for approval.

"Deeper," I moaned.

Natalie did as she was told, or at least tried. I wrapped a hand around the back of her head and forced her to go even deeper. She squeaked as my cock hit the back of her throat. I moaned as I fucked her little mouth.

-NATALIE-

Andy manhandled me with his hand as he shoved his cock down my throat. I was getting so wet and so horny that I could hardly sit still. Using my spare hand, I started rubbing my clit. I had never been more wet in my life.

"I want to fuck you so bad." Andy moaned. I moaned in reply and Andy shuddered as my voice vibrated against his cock. I let go and forced my way off his cock. I looked up in his eyes.

"I'll do whatever you want."

Andy pulled me up by my arms, kicked off his jeans and pulled off his shirt. He picked me up, threw me on my bed, and pinned down my arms. I moaned and spread my quivering legs wide open for him. He kissed me passionately and stroked up and down my pussy, making me whimper and tremble at the sensations.

I could feel his cock at my opening and my trembling intensified. This was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life. I stopped kissing him and looked in his eyes.

"Please don't break my heart," I squeaked.

"I promise," he said.

Without any warning, Andy thrust himself inside of me, ripping through my hymen, and filling me. It felt like he would split me in two and I yelped in pain. My eyes filled with tears and I could feel my face contorting. I wanted to push him off, but he was still pinning me down.

"You're too big!" I whimpered.

"Just wait a second."

I felt so helpless underneath him. His strong hands kept my arms in place and his thick cock was wedged painfully deep inside of me. He was so much stronger and bigger than I was. Andy terrified me and I could feel myself starting to cry.

"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" Andy asked.

"It's okay." I lied, wanting to make Andy happy. Besides, I had gotten myself into this mess.

The pain started to go away and I could feel myself adjusting to his size. He started moving inside of me again, thrusting even deeper until I was pretty sure I felt him near my stomach.

Andy started fucking me slowly, letting me get used to it. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt in my entire life. We became one, the most intimate we could possibly be. I kissed him passionately and pressed my small breasts against his chest, as if that would somehow make me even closer to him.

I looked up in his eyes to see him staring back with a fiery intensity that made me melt even more. His muscular body was covered in sweat and looking down to see it thrusting into my body turned me on even more.

As Andy increased his pace, the intensity of the sensations increased. I felt warm and loved and a certain tingling inside of me grew to an overwhelming amount.

I started moaning uncontrollably and felt my body squeeze Andy's cock. Andy groaned and shuddered as he came inside of me. Our bodies jolted with every ejaculation, before Andy collapsed on top of me and rolled off.

I couldn't move a muscle, other than the uncontrollable and violent trembling of my legs. I could feel his cum seeping out of me, which aroused me even more. I wanted so badly for him to fuck me again. I didn't know why I was so terrified. That was the best experience ever!

Finding some strength, I crawled over to his flaccid cock and started sucking away, tasting his cum and mine, which turned me on even more.

Andy's cock was getting harder but only slighly.

"Natalie, give it a rest for a while," he groaned.

"Andy, fuck me again, please!" I moaned.

I couldn't wait for an answer, so I climbed on top of him and straddled his cock. I leaned in and kissed Andy softly, lined myself up with him, then thrust myself down on his cock.

The sensations were slightly more painful, but his cum kept me lubed enough in two ways. First, being the obvious reason. Second, the thought of his cum inside of me made me unbelievably wet.

I rode Andy's cock as he rested a hand on my hips and the other hand on my right breast. He looked up at me with such desire and made me feel so beautiful. I never wanted to part with Andy's cock.

Suddenly, Andy got his second wind. He picked me up and set me down on the ground on my trembling legs. He spinned me around and bent me over the bed, which I was grateful for, as I could barely stand as it was.

"You want more?" Andy breathed in my ear.

"Please!" I cried.

Andy grabbed my hips and thrust himself back in my pussy, mixing our cum even deeper inside of me. I clung to the sheets as he fucked me hard and fast. I had at least three orgasms, but he still wasn't finished. My pussy was feeling raw and started to hurt again. Before I could beg him to stop, he violently thrusted once more, came again, and climbed off of me.

Andy got in bed and relaxed. I couldn't move. My torso felt like it was stuck to the bed, my quivering legs were about ready to give way, and my pussy was leaking Andy's cum all over the floor. The only thing I could do was whimper.

Fortunately, Andy took pity on me. He lifted me up and pulled me next to him on the bed. I wrapped myself around him and rested my head on his chest.

"I love you, Andy," I squeaked.

Andy didn't say anything. I looked up to see if he heard me, but he had fallen asleep. I kissed him on the cheek and fell asleep just as quickly as he had.

To Be Continued...



The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone, thanks for reading! I've been incredibly busy, so I'm sorry this one took so long. As always with this story (and especially from now on), it's important that you read the previous chapters to know what's going on. Thanks again!


-ANDY-

I awoke to Natalie sucking on my morning wood. I looked down to see my baby sister bent over my cock and bobbing her head up and down, trying her best to pleasure me.

Natalie's make-up was smeared from our activities the night before and her thick, dark hair was tied up into a loose bun. Her small teenage breasts were hanging doughey triangles, begging to be squeezed and kneaded.

I filled my right hand with her left breast and she squeaked, then moved her skinny arm to accomodate me. She lifted her head from my cock and proceeded to start jerking me off.

"Good morning, Andy," Natalie said, sweetly.

"Good morning," I breathed.

Natalie moved her head back to my cock and licked the head.

"Cum for me, Andy. I want to taste it."

I groaned. I didn't know how she was planning on doing that. I already came twice last night, and hard. I didn't know how I'd produce a sizable load this time. Definitely not with Natalie's amateur blowjobs.

She seemed to read my mind, however, and climbed on top of me. Natalie softly kissed my lips as she lowered herself down onto my cock. I'd loosened her little (formerly) virgin pussy the night before, but it was still tight.

Natalie whimpered as she rode me, kissing my lips and clinging to my shoulders.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," Natalie whispered.

"Okay," I breathed. I looked up into her face, watching her enjoy my cock. Even with her make-up smeared, she was beautiful. Her eyes were shut tight, her forehead was wrinkled, her eyebrows were arched, and she was biting her lower lip.

Natalie wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled herself closer to me, while increasing her pace. She came before I did and her little cunt squeezed me as her body quivered. She moaned in my ear and set me off.

"I'm gonna c-" I said.

Natalie leapt off of me and plunged her mouth on my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and came in her greedy little mouth. I looked down to see her swallowing, then licking up every drop of cum that dripped out of her mouth. Her legs were visibly shaking from her orgasm.

After she got her fill, Natalie crawled up and rested her head on my chest and curled her body around mine. She lightly kissed my chest and started playing with my chest hair. She then perked up and looked at the alarm clock on the night stand.

"Damn it! Jessica's going to be here in two hours!" Natalie said.

Natalie kissed me on the cheek, then went to the bathroom to shower. I watched her cute little ass shake with every step she made.

As I listened to the shower run, I zoned out for a minute and the gravity of what had happened the night before (and that morning) sunk in.

I fucked my baby sister and took her virginity. Christ, what have I done? What do I do now? I certainly couldn't let it continue. What could I say to Natalie? She was in love with me. I needed to distance myself from her- as much as possible.

After rolling out of bed and pulling my clothes on, I left Natalie a note:

"Ran to the store to get extra Thanksgiving stuff and then back to my house. See you this afternoon."

I left the note on the bed and got out of the house as quickly as I could.

-NATALIE-

The water rushing all over my body felt amazing. I was all sweaty and my legs were coated in a mixture of my juices and Andy's, so I really needed this shower.

I wished Andy could have jumped in the shower with me. Despite still being a little sore, I gladly would have let him fuck me against the glass wall of the shower. We probably wouldn't have had time for that, however, as Jessica was showing up soon.

It was disappointing that for the upcoming Thanksgiving weekend, Andy and I would have to act "normal" around Jessica. I wished I could have spent the entire weekend getting fucked by my big brother.

Sex with Andy was everything I hoped it would be and more. The way he held me in his arms, taking ownership of me, made me melt. Andy was so strong and so passionate. His cock would fill me up and stretch me, forcing me to cling to him and wrap my arms and legs around him. The pleasure made my body tremble uncontrollably and, a couple of times, I had felt myself crying from the intensity of everything. Finally, when he would cum inside of me and pull out, I didn't feel empty like I thought I would. His cum filled me up and dribbled out of my pussy.

I hoped I didn't get pregnant. I hoped I did get pregnant. I just wanted Andy and no one else.

When I finished my shower and walked out of the bathroom, I didn't bother covering up. A small part of me hoped Andy saw my naked body and became so overcome with lust, that he took me on the bed, making me need another shower

However, Andy wasn't in my room. All that was there was a note on my bed.

"No," I squeaked. Not another note. Andy said he'd never leave me like my parents left me. Andy said he'd never abandon me.

I was too scared to read the note, but I found myself gravitating towards my bed on quivering legs. I snatched it up and read it.

Andy was just going to the store. I let out a huge sigh and laughed to myself a little. He had mentioned something about getting another pumpkin pie.

Why hadn't I remembered that? Why did I lose faith in Andy? I needed to work on my trust issues. Andy was the one constant in my life and, despite the fact that he had never abandoned me before, I was still terrified of losing him.

Once I crumpled up the note and threw it away, I started getting ready for Jessica to show up.

-JESSICA-

I hated Los Angeles. The traffic made every car trip at least 45 minutes long, the smog was suffocating, and the people were smug, egotistical, and fucked up. Attending a university on the east coast was the best decision I ever made.

However, I loved my family (or what was left of it) and so I made this journey for Thanksgiving and then again for Christmas. Usually my stay isn't so bad, as I always stayed indoors to hide myself from the blazing sun, but I'm always reminded of my hatred for this town every time I'm at LAX.

Of course, Natalie always made every stay worth it. She was always great to talk to and always listened to my bitching about how horrible Los Angeles is. She was the best sister a girl could ask for and was far too nice and sweet for this city. She was too nice and sweet for our family.

Despite loving Natalie to death, part of me resented her. She had this cute, petite, skinny body with flawless skin that made her look perpetually 15, luscious dark brown hair, a gorgeous face, and the sweetest personality.

She also had 100% of Andy's attention, which made me incredibly jealous. I always felt ignored by him. I wanted to be closer to him, but he always treated me like a stranger. As if Natalie was his sister and I was just Natalie's weird friend that hung around all the time. I guess, in a weird way, I had a crush on Andy. But that was just so fucked up, I didn't even want to think about it.

I waited for my bag by the carousel and ignored the creepy looks from strange men. I never felt pretty or sexy, but Natalie always insisted I was, which was flattering but made me feel uncomfortable. The looks that men gave me made me feel even more uncomfortable.

My bag finally showed up and I snatched it, then went to find the driver that I hired to take me home.

The drive home was long and painful, but not as horrible as getting out of LAX the day before Thanksgiving. We finally arrived home and I paid the driver, who wanted to carry my luggage up to the door, but I insisted on doing it myself.

I rang the doorbell and heard some scampering inside, before Natalie swung open the door.

"Jessie!"

Natalie wrapped her arms around me and I reciprocated.

"Hey Natty, happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving to you!"

We brought my luggage in and I put them in my dusty old bedroom. Natalie and I then went down to the living room and I told her all about law school.

Natalie looked even more beautiful than when I last saw her. She had this certain glow about her that made her radiant, even in just a tank top and jeans. Natalie had a way of listening to every word you say and making you seem so special. She really was an amazing sister.

"Ugh, the weather here is horrible," I said. "The east coast has actual seasons, but California is constantly stuck in summer."

"I know! It's supposed to be 85° tomorrow!" Natalie said. "I wish I could see the east coast in winter."

"After Christmas, you should come back with me!"

"Oh, I don't know."

"Come on, you've got the money and the time! Who knows? You might like my school and want to go there!"

"Yeah, maybe." Natalie said, quietly this time.

"Have you thought about colleges at all? Anything you want to do?"

"I don't know. Andy mentioned college a couple times. I don't have any skills or anything."

"Didn't you like painting? I remember you loved your art class Freshman year."

"That was a long time ago." Natalie's voice trailed off a bit.

I couldn't understand why Natalie didn't pursue college or any sort of career. She wasn't into partying or going out on the town, so she must have been bored to death, all alone in this mansion.

Just then, the front door opened and Andy came in. He was carrying a couple grocery bags and a backpack, which I assumed was his overnight stuff.

"Hey Andy!" I said, with a slight, uncharacteristic squeak in my voice. I ignored the squeak and gave Andy a hug, who gave me a weak one back.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"I'm good. I saw the trailer for your new film! It looks great!"

"Oh, thanks," he said, with a smirk. "I gotta go put this stuff away, so I'll talk to you guys later."

Andy sauntered out of the room and into the kitchen. I went back to the couch and plopped down next to Natalie, who was blushing.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"You're blushing!"

Natalie slapped her hands on her cheeks. "No, I'm not!"

-ANDY-

Jessica had arrived, which was excellent. Natalie and I would be separated and not tempted to fuck each other again. Plus, Jessica and Natalie got along well, which would hopefully distract Natalie and keep her mind off of me.

Jessica looked great, though. She wasn't skinny like Natalie, but she wasn't fat by any means. She was curvy in the right places and had some big c-cups that drew a lot of male attention. While I didn't find her as hot as Natalie, she was still very sexy. She was a lot stronger than Natalie, but I was sure I could probably lay her too. Jesus fucking Christ, I have problems.

I rushed upstairs, past Natalie and Jessica, to my old bedroom. It was tough for me to believe that, even though I had mostly stayed in this house for the past couple months, I never set foot in my old bedroom.

The room was covered with relics from 2007, with the highlights being posters for bands that have since split-up, an old XBOX 360, and skateboarding company logos on practically every surface.

Still tired from a lack of sleep, due to last night's regrettable sexual activity with Natalie, I threw myself onto my old bed. I fell asleep within moments.

I'm usually not one to remember my dreams, but this one was incredibly vivid.

Natalie was naked and lying on her bedroom floor. Her legs were wide open, inviting me to enter her little pussy. I got on my knees, grabbed her by the hips, and accepted her invitation, thrusting into her. Natalie's little cunt squeezed me more than usual, as she came instantly.

As I plowed away at Natalie, Jessica appeared, also naked. Her dark hair was longer than Natalie's and covered her breasts. She looked like a goddess.

Jessica stared down at me fucking Natalie.

"You're a monster," she whispered.

Jessica lowered herself to her knees and spread her legs over Natalie's face. Natalie latched her legs around Jessica's ass and pulled herself up to eagerly lick away at Jessica's pussy.

"You're disgusting, Andy."

"Fuck you," I growled.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Fuck both your little sisters into submission. Turn them into your little fuck toys and throw them away like every other girl."

I roared and pulled out of Natalie to tackle Jessica. I pinned her arms down and fucked her faster and with more intensity and force than I would ever dare use on Natalie.

"Oh, yes, Casanova! Show your little sisters what a big man you are!" Jessica moaned.

I ignored her and kept pumping into her. Natalie then crept up behind me and wrapped her skinny arms around me. I could feel her tear-soaked face on my back.

"Why did you leave me?" Natalie quietly whimpered.

I woke up.

-NATALIE-

Dinner had ended a couple hours ago and I was getting ready for bed. I had checked on Andy earlier, to see if he wanted anything, but he was fast asleep. He had an erection as he slept and I thought his cum would be a nice appetizer, but decided against it.

I had pulled on my cute little pink nighty and was brushing out my hair, when Andy came into my bedroom. I set down my hairbrush, ran to him, and jumped into his sleepy arms.

"Oh, Andy, I've missed you all day!" I said, then kissed him on the lips. He didn't kiss back and pushed me away from him.

"Easy, do you want to get caught by Jessica?"

"I don't care, Andy!"

"That's the problem. Natalie, she can't know about us, okay?"

"Okay."

"Listen, I got you something at the grocery store."

Andy pulled out a small box from his pocket and handed it to me.

"What is this?" I asked, without looking at the label.

"Morning-after pill. I think you can still take it. Go take it now."

"Oh. Okay."

I went to the bathroom sink and swallowed it, like he told me to. Why was Andy being so short with me? I came back into my bedroom, as he was leaving.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"Back to bed."

"Andy, did I... do something?"

"Like what?" Andy said, rolling his eyes.

"You're being weird. Are we okay?"

Andy turned away, as he left. "Yeah, fine." Then he shut the door behind him.

I started shaking again. Did Andy still love me? Why was he being like that? I breathed deep, in and out, trying to calm myself. He was probably just trying to distance himself from me, just in case Jessica saw us. I understand that he wouldn't want her knowing about the two of us, but I didn't see the big deal. I trusted Jessica. She was my best friend, after Andy.

I climbed into bed and wrapped myself around my old, neglected body pillow, hoping tomorrow would be better. Hoping Andy wouldn't leave me.



To Be Continued...



The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 05



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a heads-up: his chapter is heavy on plot, light on sex. As a result, you should read the previous chapters Thanks for reading! 

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-NATALIE-

Andy and I needed to talk. I was sick of him being cold to me and I needed an explanation. I needed my best friend back, with or without the sexual relationship.

Once I had showered and put on my face, I decided to wear my new dress, which I hoped would grab Andy's attention. It wasn't risqué or anything, but it was more skin than I was used to showing with my semi-formal attire.

The dress was dark blue and cut off upper-mid thigh. It was low-cut and showed off my cleavage, or as much cleavage as I could possibly show. It was dresses like that, which made me wish I had Jessica's breasts. She had such a sexy, womanly figure, while I was stuck with this little girly one. Regardless, the dress looked great and I was ready to take on the day.

I walked down the hall, but stopped to knock on Andy's door. I figured that this was as good a time as any and it'd be good to get it out of the way.

I knocked a few times, before Andy poked his sleepy head out. He was shirtless and wearing just a pair of flannel pajama pants.

"What is it?" Andy mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning! Can we talk?" I asked, in my most cheery voice.

"About what?"

"About... us."

Andy rolled his eyes. "Not now, Natalie, later."

"Okay, but can we talk today?"

"Alright, fine."

And with that, Andy shut the door in my flabbergasted face. What did I do to make Andy like this? I decided to just let it go. Maybe he just needed to wake up. I wished he had noticed my dress, though.

Wandering into the kitchen, I noticed that I really was the first one up. I looked at the clock on the microwave to see that it was 10:00. We really needed to get Thanksgiving dinner started.

I went back upstairs and tapped lightly on Jessica's door to see if she was awake. I opened the door a little to see that she was fast asleep.

I shut her door, sighed, then went downstairs to start Thanksgiving dinner alone.

-ANDY-

If Natalie was trying to get my attention in that dress, it worked. She looked stunning and sexy. It was a casual one, but she managed to still make it elegant and gorgeous.

I wished she would just leave me alone. It was difficult to look in her adorable, sweet face and keep telling her to fuck off. We did need to talk, but I wanted to put it off as long as possible. I didn't want to look in her face when I told her I didn't love her, romantically. I didn't think I loved her in that way, at least.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go back to sleep. My mind kept wandering back to Natalie in that dress and out of that dress. She had the cutest, sexiest body I'd ever fucked (since high school).

If she wasn't my sister, I would have been fucking her a long time ago, maybe even married her. It was the fact that she was my baby sister that made the whole thing a clusterfuck.

Natalie had always clung to me and worshipped everything about me. She was always there for me and it felt wrong to be taking advantage of her like I had been doing. I hoped I could tell her all that in a gentle way, when the time came. The last thing I wanted to do was break her heart.

-JESSICA-

I forgot how comfortable my bed at home was. The bed in my dorm room was serviceable, but this one was like sleeping on a cloud. No matter how hard I tried to distance myself from this life of luxury, my soft pillow-top mattress always pulled me back in.

The view from my bedroom was a breathtaking view of the canyons behind the house. At night, you could see the twinkling lights of the city off in the distance. Sure, it was a great view, but the instant you step outside, you're miserable.

I looked at my phone to see a couple messages from my roommate, Chloe:

1) HEY, HOW R U? =)

2) HAPPY THANKSGIVING! 

Before I left, the two of us got drunk while talking about our exes. Chloe had just gotten out of a four-year relationship and I had just ended a two-month one.

Well, one thing led to another and the two of us made out, got naked, and fingered each other. I'll admit, it was hot, but it could never happen again. Chloe was more emotionally fragile and clingy than I was, which made things complicated. I decided to deal with it later and ignore my phone for the moment.

I wandered downstairs to see Natalie cooking and fully dressed in a very cute, short dress that showed a lot more skin than she usually did.

"Well, you look sexy!" I said, to which Natalie blushed.

"Thank you! It's new. I was hoping it looked good! I hope Andy likes it," Natalie continued her cooking, before looking back up at me. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"What time is it?"

"Like, 12:15."

"Shit, I must have slept in. I'll go change." I turned away and started going back upstairs.

"Hurry, please! I need help in here!" Natalie called after me.

As I got ready, I kept thinking back to what Natalie said.

I hope Andy likes it.

Natalie was always needing Andy's approval. It irked me, not because I was jealous of their relationship (even though I was), but because she couldn't make decisions on her own. She always relied on Andy for everything and it wasn't healthy. Andy wasn't always going to be there for her.

However, Natalie was in an incredibly lonely place and she needed Andy the most. With nearly the whole family leaving her, I could only imagine her abandonment issues. I wished I could have stayed and kept her company. If she asked me to move back, I'd say yes in an instant. That's what family's for. Not that that saying applied to our family, apparently.

I got ready and went downstairs to help Natalie cook. We worked on Thanksgiving dinner for a few hours, with Andy occasionally dropping in to help a little. The whole time, though, Natalie seemed to be elsewhere, mentally.

"Natty, are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Why?" Natalie replied, snapping out of her little trance.

"You just seem to be distracted by something."

"Oh, no, it's nothing."

"You can tell me."

"I know, but it's stupid. Don't worry about it."

"Okay, but if you ever needed to talk, let me know."

Natalie rarely dodged stuff like that. We told each other almost everything. Why was this subject so secret?

-NATALIE-

Andy had smiled at me when he came in the kitchen to grab a snack. Everything was going to be okay. He was just tired in the morning, that's why he was so short with me. I could relax.

Soon, it was Thanksgiving dinner and all three of us sat down. We had turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and dinner rolls. It was a small Thanksgiving dinner, but it was impressive enough, considering that Jessica and I never cooked Thanksgiving before. We ate silently for a while, before Jessica broke the ice.

"We're not going to say what we're thankful for or anything shitty like that, right?"

Andy snorted, his beer shooting out his nose and into the glass, which made me laugh.

For the rest of the dinner, Andy talked about his movie and Jessica talked about her classes back east. I didn't have much to say, so I just sat back and enjoyed the company of the two people I loved most in the world.

As dinner was getting close to ending, Jessica had to go to the bathroom, leaving me with Andy. The two of us were silent for a moment, before I spoke up.

"Can we talk about us, Andy? Just briefly?" I said, which came out as more of a squeak. Andy's cheerful disposition faded, being replaced with annoyance.

"Not now, Natalie. Jessica's going to come back soon."

"I just wanted to-"

"Later." Andy said, his eyes narrowing.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

I felt so insignificant. I was glad that Andy and Jessica were getting along, but I felt ignored and I wished Andy wasn't so rude to me.

-JESSICA-

Natalie was really quiet at dinner. She was normally a quiet girl, but when Andy and I were around, she would be chatty or at least say some something. I was really worried about her, more worried than I usually was.

When I came back to the table, both Andy and Natalie were quiet. Natalie was eating the last small bites of her dinner, while Andy was sipping his beer, staring off into space.

I took my place at the table and looked over at Natalie in her cute dress.

I hope Andy likes it.

"I really love your dress, Natty, where'd you get it?"

Natalie perked up and gave a shy smile. "Forever 21."

I turned to Andy, who wasn't paying attention. "Andy, don't you love that dress?"

"Yeah, it's pretty cool, I guess," Andy shrugged.

Natalie looked back down at her plate and my heart broke for her. What the fuck was going on between those two?

Suddenly, Natalie broke the awkward silence with her soft voice. "I know we're not supposed to say what we're thankful for, but I just wanted to thank you two. It's been a hard couple months and I don't know what I would have done without you. Thank you for being there for me."

Natalie's eyes were wet with tears and so were mine. I grabbed her hand and looked over at Andy. He gave Natalie and I a little smile.

Dinner was soon over and we cleared the table, then put the leftovers away. I suggested we watch a movie, to which the others agreed.

Andy chose the movie and started it. I tried getting Natalie to come watch with us, but she wanted to wash the dishes instead. After failing with Natalie, I went downstairs to the home theater.

Andy was lounging on the couch and I plopped down next to him. I turned down the volume of the sound system, then smacked him in the arm.

"Ow!"

"What the fuck was that at dinner?" I said.

"What are you talking about?"

"You didn't compliment Natalie's dress! I gave you the easiest hint in the world!"

"I did compliment it!"

"You said it was 'pretty cool.'"

"Exactly!"

"She really wanted you to like it, Andy."

"Oh, whatever. I'm a guy, I don't give a shit about dresses." Andy turned back to the TV.

"What's going on between you two? You guys were best friends before."

"Don't worry about it."

"I am worrying about it! You're all she has out here, Andy! What's going to happen when I go back east?"

Andy ignored me and kept watching the movie. I took his face in my hands and turned it towards me.

"What's going to happen?!"

"I don't know! Fucking leave me alone!"

"Natalie's not emotionally stable. You need to be there for her."

Andy jumped out of the couch and started marching upstairs.

"I have to pee."

-ANDY-

Everyone was jumping down my goddamn throat that day. First Natalie, then Jessica.

I bounded up the stairs to the main floor, then up the stairs to the second floor. I was on auto pilot when I burst into the master bedroom.

Natalie was pacing in the bedroom, wringing her hands. My entrance startled her and she gasped. That's when I realized that there were five other bathrooms in the goddamn house.

"Andy, I-" Natalie started.

"I just need to use the bathroom."

I tried heading for the bathroom, but she stepped in front of me.

"Andy, can we please talk?"

"Goddamnit, Natalie, not now!" I tried leaving, to find another bathroom, but she jumped in front of me again.

"Andy, please!"

"What happened between us was just a one-time thing. Our lust got the better of us and it will never happen again. It meant nothing!"

Natalie was quiet and looked as if I had just slapped her in the face. I wished she would sob. I wished she would yell at me. Fucking something.

"Nothing?" She said, softly.

"I need to pee." I brushed past her, but she followed me.

Natalie's voice was raised, yet quivering. "How can you say it meant nothing? I gave you my virginity! I thought you loved me!"

"Fuck, Natalie, I do! I'm just not IN love with you." I slammed the door in her stunned face.

There couldn't have been a worse way to handle that. I could have chosen any other bathroom in this house, but for some reason I levitated toward the master bathroom.

I took the biggest piss of my life, then washed my hands, washed my face, and took a couple minutes to try and calm myself down. I knew I had to face Natalie again, but I had no idea what to say. I figured the best way to start would be to apologize. Maybe then we could have that conversation she wanted.

With the door handle in my hand, I took a deep breath and went into the bedroom.

The first thing I saw was Natalie's dress, bra, and panties in a puddle on the floor. Then I looked up to see Natalie shaking, sobbing, and naked. Her arms were wrapped around her midsection, as she tried to keep herself together.

Through her sobs, Natalie tried speaking. "What do I need to do to get you to love me?"

"Natalie, don't."

"Please, tell me! I've given you my virginity, I've let you cum inside of me twice, I took the pill you wanted me to take," Natalie interrupted herself with a gulping sob. "What do I need to do? Anal?"

"No, I don't-"

"I'll do it, Andy! If you want to fuck me in the ass, I'll let you, just please love me!" Natalie practically collapsed, but still managed to hold herself up.

There was no way I could have a reasonable conversation with her. Natalie was a complete mess and I needed to get far away from her.

Natalie approached me, then dropped to her knees in front of me. I was completely frozen, not knowing how the fuck to deal with the situation.

Between sobs, Natalie undid my belt, button, and zipper and pulled my cock out. She lunged for it and took my flaccid dick in her mouth.

Natalie looked up at my terrified face. Her own face was soaked with tears and runny mascara. As fucked up as it was, her tears made me rock hard. She was then deep-throating me, her cocksucking skills improved out of her own desperation.

Natalie then turned around, bent down, and used both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart, presenting her pink little asshole for me.

"Please, Andy!"

Without thinking, I got down on my knees and lined my cock up with her asshole. I briefly looked down to see her little face, terrified and desperate.

"I can't do this." I put my cock away, zipped and buttoned my jeans, and tried getting away, but she was quick and clung to my arms.

I tried shaking her off, but that didn't work. I grabbed her skinny arms, perhaps a bit too tight, and pushed her onto the bed.

"Leave me alone! Do not call me, do not text me! I don't want to deal with you right now!" I yelled.

"Please don't leave me!" She sobbed.

I burst through the bedroom door, leaving Natalie a sobbing mess on her bed. After I grabbed my things from my old room, I left the house.

-JESSICA-

The front door of the house slammed and I scrambled upstairs, to the front door. I opened it to see Andy's car speeding off. I ran up to the second floor and into the master bedroom, not knowing what could possibly await me.

Natalie was on her bed, naked, curled up in a ball, and sobbing her little heart out. I crawled into bed next to her and held her. Natalie turned over, clung to me, and pressed her face into my chest, as she cried the most heartbreaking sobs I had ever heard.

"What the fuck did Andy do to you?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I'm a stupid slut!" She cried.

"Natalie, no!"

"I'm nothing!"

"Please, stop!"

Natalie squeezed me tighter and sobbed harder.

"What happened, Natalie?"

"I gave him my virginity and it meant nothing to him!"

"Wh- what? I was speechless. I knew Natalie had a crush on Andy, but I had no idea she would let it go so far as to let him fuck her.

I finally found my voice. "Why, Natalie?"

"I just wanted him to love me! He said he'd never abandon me!"

I kissed her on the forehead and let Natalie sob herself to sleep.

I looked over by the bathroom floor to see Natalie's dress in a wrinkled little pile.

I hope Andy likes it.

To Be Continued...



The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 06



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for all the overwhelmingly positive feedback, everyone! I'll try to keep these coming as quickly as I can without rushing it! Also, if you haven't read the other chapters, you should go ahead and do that. Thanks again! 

-ANDY-

The next two days were wasted with alcohol, porn, and sleep. I shut my phone off, logged out of every social network, and turned off my email notifications.

No matter how many times I tried to drown out Natalie's image with the faces and bodies of porn actresses, Natalie would keep coming back to me.

She had offered me everything she could and I acted like a complete asshole to her. I just wanted the sex to stop. I just wanted a normal relationship with my baby sister like we used to have.

But Natalie was too sexy and too vulnerable, that I just couldn't help myself. I hoped I hadn't fucked things up beyond repair, but I was pretty sure that I had.

It was Tuesday when I turned my phone on again. There were twenty missed calls, thirty texts, and five voicemails- a lot less than I expected.

The first voicemail was from Martin, my agent:

"Andy, where are you? I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past 48 hours! The studio has some notes for you about what subjects to talk about and avoid during the press junket. Get back to me when you get this."

The next three were from Jessica:

"Andy, you need to get back here, you fucking asshole. Natalie's a complete mess and I can't talk to her. She's your baby sister, Andy, how could you do this? She isn't one of your model skanks that you can just fuck and forget about."

"Do I need to go to your house and harass you there? I need your help, Andy! I can't watch her every second! Get over here!"

Jessica's third voicemail was quieter:

"Listen, Andy, I'm begging you. Natalie won't eat and I have to force her to drink water. I missed my flight tonight because I couldn't leave her alone. She needs you. I need you. Just please come home."

The last voicemail was from Natalie. I could barely hear her voice, so I had to put my earbuds into the phone to understand her:

"Andy? I'm... I'm sorry for everything. We can just be friends if you'd like. As long as you're with me, that's all that matters. I love you."

Natalie must have told Jessica about us. Jessica could probably keep the secret, but it still worried the shit out of me. I needed to avoid this whole situation. Besides, I had a movie to promote.

Just as I was about to call Martin back, my doorbell rang. I went to go answer it, hoping it wasn't Jessica. I opened the door and looked through the blinding sunlight to see Martin.

"Hey Martin, I was just about to call you," I mumbled.

"Jesus, man, you look terrible!" he said.

"It's been a fun Thanksgiving."

"Well, get your shit together, 'cause this Thursday's the press junket."

"Got it. Where's the junket being held? Westwood Hotel again?"

"Yep," he said. Martin then handed me a stack of papers. "Here's your list of do's and don'ts."

"I've done this before, man."

"Just humor me, Andy."

I nodded and we stood there for a couple awkward moments, before Martin spoke again.

"Are you doing alright?"

"Just fine, Martin."

"Alright, good. Get cleaned up and I'll see you Thursday."

Martin walked away and I shut the door. I needed to clean myself up and clear my head of Natalie.

-JESSICA-

I sat next to a sleeping Natalie, stroking her hair. The first couple days after Thanksgiving were full of Natalie sobbing and shaking. On Monday and Tuesday, Natalie just slept and, when she was awake, she stayed silent. She never let go of her body pillow and she only left the bed when she either went to the bathroom or when I forced her to go to the kitchen. Not that going to the kitchen mattered, as she never ate anything.

Natalie woke up, then turned over to look at me.

"What day is it?" She asked.

I was taken aback for a moment, then answered. "It's Tuesday, sweetie."

Concern filled Natalie's eyes. "But you have school! You missed your flight!"

"Taking care of you is more important."

"You worked so hard! What about law school?" Natalie started tearing up.

"I can always go back. We've got our huge inheritance, remember?"

"But..." I put a finger over Natalie's lips.

"Stop arguing. Even if I didn't have that inheritance, I could never leave you like this. I love you, Natalie."

"I love you. And thank you." Natalie was quiet again, but not for very long. "Do we have any leftover turkey?"

"Tons." I could feel myself smiling.

Natalie slid out of bed, still naked. She had lost so much weight, it was terrifying. I was glad she finally agreed to eat something. Natalie went to her drawers and pulled out an old t-shirt of Andy's. I was worried she was going to have another breakdown at the reminder of her big brother, but she seemed to be okay.

We went downstairs and into the kitchen. I pulled out a tub of the leftover turkey and set it out for Natalie and I to eat. Natalie started eating slowly, then increased her pace, eating like an unstoppable horse.

"Natalie, slow down," I said.

Natalie coughed, then scampered over to the sink and threw up. I came over to her and held her hair out of her face as I rubbed her back.

"I'm sorry!" She cried.

"It's okay, just don't eat so fast. You haven't eaten anything in a while and you need to pace yourself."

When Natalie was done, I wiped her mouth and we went back to eating. She ate slowly and carefully this time.

In the middle of our lunch, I got a text from Chloe:

WHERE R U??? CLASSES STARTED!!! I MISS YOU

"Who was that from?" Natalie asked. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she wanted the message to be from Andy, but I had to disappoint her.

"From my roommate, Chloe. She's so needy."

"Why?"

"Ugh. Promise you won't tell anyone about this?"

"Of course!"

"The night before I left, she and I got drunk and started talking shit about guys. Well, one thing led to another and..."

Natalie leaned in closer.

"...we just kinda had sex."

Natalie blushed. "Had sex? With a girl?"

"Don't tell anyone!"

"I promise I won't!" Natalie said. "How was it?"

"It was... good. It was very good. Girls just know what they're doing down there, I guess. But anyway, it was just a sexual thing that meant nothing, but she's trying to turn this into some relationship, and that could never happen."

"Why not?"

"I'm not a lesbian! Sure, the sex was good, but I like guys way more. Besides, I'm not ready for a relationship anyway."

Natalie and I spent the rest of the day together, watching TV and gossiping, like we used to. I was so happy she was eating again and some of the color in her skin had come back. She wasn't as care-free and happy as she used to be, but she was making progress.

I still wished Andy would come home. Even a phone call or a text would be nice. Something. I knew he still cared about Natalie, but he needed to show it. There was only so much that I could do. The poor girl needed her big brother.

That night, Natalie climbed into bed, but I pulled her out.

"Nope, you're not going to bed just yet. You need a shower," I said.

"Okay," Natalie sighed.

She took off her hand-me-down shirt and went into the bathroom. When she went in, I put on my PJ's, read a magazine, and ignored texts from Chloe.

About forty minutes after Natalie had gone in, I started getting worried. I opened the bathroom door and saw Natalie, curled up in a ball on the shower floor and sobbing her heart out. Not wanting to soak the only pair of PJs I had with me, I took them off and joined Natalie in the shower.

I wrapped my arms around Natalie, as she trembled and wept. She clung to me and buried her head in my shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, Natalie, I promise." I said.

Natalie finally calmed down and she relaxed, wrapping herself around me. Her wet, little naked body clinging to mine was making me hot, but I tried to ignore it. She already had one of her siblings fuck her, she didn't need another one. Natalie rubbed her legs against mine and it stung.

"Jesus, you've got some prickly legs!" I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't shaved in a while and it grows fast."

"It's fine. Here, turn around."

I made Natalie turn around and I opened my legs for her to sit against my body. I grabbed a nearby razor and shaving gel. I started rubbing shaving gel on her ankles, then worked my way up. I got to her knees, then lower thighs, then stopped.

"You can keep going, if you want," Natalie said. "I won't be weirded out."

I did as she said and continued up to her upper thighs. Her breathing became labored as I got closer to her pussy.

"Just relax," I whispered in her ear.

Natalie relaxed against me and used my shoulder and neck as a headrest. I shaved her legs slowly, being very thorough. I wasn't sure how wrong or messed up this was, but I wanted it to last as long as possible. If it was making me wet, it couldn't be innocent.

The razor went up her upper thighs and Natalie started to purr. I finished shaving and rubbed her legs to make sure they were smooth. I did a fantastic job. I moved my hand back and accidentally touched her wet pussy. Natalie gasped.

"Sorry, my bad!" I said.

Natalie took my hand in hers, which was trembling. She placed my hand over her clit and forced me to start rubbing. She turned her head towards mine and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever received. She removed her hand from mine and ran her fingers through my hair. I pulled back from her and took my hand off her pussy.

"Natalie, we can't. I'm just going to hurt you like Andy did."

"You won't!" She breathed.

"I can't give you a relationship or love or anything like that."

"This is just sexual," Natalie said. "I just want to feel good again."

She forced her tongue into my mouth and thrust my hand onto her clit. Natalie whimpered and writhed against me. She ran her fingers through my hair again and used her other hand to rub my leg. I used my free hand to knead her left breast and play with her erect nipple.

My thumb was now rubbing her clit and I slipped a finger inside her. Natalie gasped at my penetration, then relaxed again. I rubbed her clit and g-spot simultaneously and Natalie started convulsing. She opened her mouth wide, letting out a guttural moan, as she pulled my hair in ecstasy. Natalie collapsed in my arms and I pulled my finger out of her. She grabbed my hand and sucked on the finger that was inside her.

Natalie turned around and got on her hands and knees, leaving my pussy wide open and vulnerable. She started rubbing my soaking wet pussy, paying special attention to my engorged clit. I moaned and she looked up at me, her hungry eyes staring through me from behind a thin curtain of Natalie's dark hair. I came from this sight alone.

Not quite through with me, Natalie stuck two fingers inside of me and moved her head down to my pussy. She sucked on my clit and rapidly finger-fucked me. I couldn't take any more and came all over again, harder than I ever had at that point. I relaxed and she pulled herself up to kiss me. She wrapped her arms around me and we entwined our bodies together.

We laid in that bathtub together, softly kissing, until the shower water got freezing cold. We got out and dried ourselves off in silence, occasionally looking up at each other and giggling. Natalie and I then cuddled in bed, naked, and fell asleep.

-NATALIE-

I woke up the next morning, my head resting between Jessica's breasts. I could have never imagined having sex with a girl before, let alone my own sister. I was glad that I did, though. It was different from having sex with Andy. Besides the obvious reasons, sex with Jessica was about making each other feel good. With Andy, it felt like more of an emotional connection.

Andy....

I hadn't thought about him since last night. I thought I was getting over him yesterday, as I was able to eat, smile, and talk again. But the instant I was alone with my own thoughts in the shower, the loss of Andy hit me again. I had potentially lost my best friend and the love of my life forever. I knew I couldn't live without him.

However, I loved fooling around with Jessica, as it was a nice distraction. I had to try to get over Andy for her, as she was giving up law school for me. It was the least I could do.

When Jessica woke up, we went downstairs for breakfast, not even bothering to get dressed. We ate breakfast together in silence, sometimes giving each other an absentminded smile. As we were finishing up breakfast, Jessica spoke up.

"Natalie, last night was fun, but it really can't happen again."

"I know," I said, quietly. "It was a lot of fun, though."

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Are you doing okay this morning?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah, I'm feeling good. I think I needed last night."

"Orgasms can make everything better!"

We giggled and then were quiet again, before Jessica whispered to me.

We spent the day watching TV and chatting, not even bothering to get dressed. At one point, we started watching a lingerie commercial.

"I've never worn lingerie before," I said.

"Really?" Jessica asked.

"I don't think so."

Jessica shut off the TV and grabbed me by the hand. She led me upstairs to her bedroom and to her walk-in closet. In the back of the walk-in closet, was a small dresser with a lock on it. Jessica went and got the key, unlocking it. Inside the dresser was a big selection of lingerie.

"Pick one," Jessica said.

"But your breasts are bigger than mine," I said.

"Don't worry about it, just try one on."

I sifted through the pile, before Jessica's hand flashed out and picked one for me.

"Try this one!" Jessica said.

It was incredibly sexy and made up of lace and mesh. I put it on, despite the fact that the bra was way too big. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in Jessica's closet.

"Well, what do you think?" Jessica asked.

"I feel... beautiful," I said, as I admired the sexy lingerie on my body.

"You should get some of your own!"

"But... I have no one to wear it for," I said, quietly.

Suddenly, Jessica's phone rang in the other room.

"Ugh, it's probably Chloe. I'll go answer it and maybe that'll get her off my ass." Jessica bounded off.

I admired myself a little more, then took it off. As I folded it and put it back, I noticed something flesh-colored in the drawer. I dug in and pulled it out. It was a big dildo, with a harness attached to it.

The dildo was thick and veiny and reminded me of Andy's cock, but a little longer. I ran my quivering hand over the veins and ridges.

"Shit!" I heard Jessica say.

I spun around to see Jessica standing in the doorway.

"I-I'm sorry!" I stammered.

Jessica sighed. "It's fine."

"Wh-what's this for?"

"It's a strap-on. I had a very adventurous boyfriend a while ago. These days, I use the suction cup against my bed post and get on my knees so I can get fucked doggy style."

I could feel my face getting hot. "Can I try it?"

"Uh, sure, I guess."

"Can you show me how to use it?" I asked. My face must have been beet-red. The room was getting stuffy and I was starting to smell my own arousal.

"I don't know."

"We won't be fooling around like last night. I just want tips. I can take care of myself."

Jessica and I went into my bedroom with the strap-on and she stuck it to my bed post. When it was all secured, I instantly dropped to my hands and knees to line myself up.

"Make sure you're wet enough, first," Jessica said.

"I'm soaking wet right now," I breathed. Jessica giggled and started to leave the room.

"Well, have fun!"

"You don't have to leave!"

Jessica got on her knees in front of me and brushed my hair over my shoulder.

"It's probably best that I leave you to do this. I said last night was a one-time thing and I meant it."

Jessica put her hands on my shoulders and gently shoved me back on the fake cock. I whimpered and took the entire thing inside of me. Jessica leaned down, put my chin between two of her fingers and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"You don't need anyone else to make you happy," she said.

Jessica then got up, left my room, and closed the door behind her.

When I got used to the feeling of the dildo, I moved forward, then back again. I moved my body back and forth on it slowly, feeling every texture and enjoying every second. I escaped into my own little world.

In this world, Andy was tender and gentle as he fucked me. In between his moans and gasps of pleasure, he'd tell me he loved me. I knew that when we were finished, he would hold me and we would fall asleep together in each other's arms. I knew that in the morning, he would still be there and would still be in love with me.

I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks, as I fucked the dildo faster and faster. I whimpered, moaned, and wept uncontrollably, as I moved my hand down to my clit and rubbed it furiously. I screamed, started convulsing, and my pussy constricted the dildo, as my orgasm took control of my body.

After I had pulled myself off of the fake cock, I collapsed on the floor. My legs were spread out, I was covered in sweat, and I couldn't move a muscle. Jessica entered the room, showered and fully dressed for the day. How long was I away in that world of mine?

Jessica got on her knees and brushed my soaked hair out of my eyes.

"You've been at it for a while! Did you have fun?" Jessica asked.

I nodded. "Thank you," I squeaked. I didn't have the energy to say anything else.

"You're welcome." Jessica leaned in and kissed my lips again, forcing a small whimper out of me. She left the room, leaving me lying on the floor, naked, vulnerable, and weak. This dildo wasn't Andy, but at least it wasn't going to break my heart.

After I had found my energy, I got showered and dressed. I turned on my phone, to see that I had gotten a text message from Andy. My heart was in my throat.

I'M SORRY.

That was all the text message said.

My life-long best friend had taken my virginity, fucked me several times, then abandoned me and broke my heart, and he texts me "I'm sorry?!" Andy should have said that five days ago. He should have come back and held me. A shitty, brief apology text wasn't going to cut it now. Jessica did his job for him and did a better job of it too.

I locked my phone and chucked it in my purse. I didn't need Andy anymore.

To Be Continued... 



The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 07



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you everyone for your patience and feedback! Things have been pretty busy for me, which is why it's taking a while for me to keep updating the story. I'm working on it as fast as I can, I promise. Anyway, if you haven't read the other chapters, it's best you do so before starting this one. Thanks again!

-NATALIE-

A couple hours after I had fun with Jessica's dildo, Jessica and I went out for dinner. We went to a really nice Italian restaurant out in Old Town Pasadena. We split a plate of ravioli and filled up on bread, as we usually did. During dinner, I decided to finally talk about Andy.

"So, I got a text from Andy this afternoon," I said. Jessica stopped eating and looked in my eyes.

"What did he say?" Jessica finally said.

"It just said 'I'm sorry.'"

"That's it?"

I nodded.

"Well, at least it's something."

"It's bullshit," I said, perhaps a bit too loud. Some older couples were looking over at us. I lowered my voice. "Five days after he rips my heart out, he just sends some shitty afterthought text? He can't call? He can't visit?"

Jessica rested her hand on mine, and I tried hard not to cry.

"Natalie, I'm proud of you. You've made a lot of progress so far. It's still going to hurt when you think about him and it's going to take time, but you'll get over him," Jessica said.

All I could do was nod and give her a weak smile. I didn't want to cry and make a scene. Jessica squeezed my hand.

After dinner, we decided to go see a movie. The theater was in the same little area and was very upscale. There were about fifty leather recliners in each theater and free popcorn was handed out to everyone. This place pampered you like nowhere else.

Jessica and I settled into our seats, getting ready to see some movie that everyone was raving about. The lights came down and the previews started.

I immediately recognized the first preview. It was for Andy's new movie. My heart fluttered and my face became warm. From my peripherals, I could see Jessica looking at me. She grabbed my hand and, with her other hand, stroked my arm.

"It's okay, it's okay," she whispered. It was no use, as I was tearing up and my breathing became rapid. It got worse with every frame that Andy was in. The two and a half minute preview was lasting a lifetime.

"Excuse me," I breathed at Jessica, as I got up and rushed to the bathroom.

There was only one stall available and I dashed inside of it, slamming the door shut. I sat down on the toilet and started shaking, trying not to cry and draw too much attention. Memories of being with Andy involuntarily came back to me.

I thought of that first time he rescued me when I was a little girl, nights he would hold me as I fell asleep, movies we would watch together, all the times he would make me laugh, and finally, the night he took my virginity and made sweet love to me.

The tears started flowing now and I held myself tight, trying to keep my sobbing and shaking to a minimum. It was all over. My best friend abandoned me and he wasn't coming back. Jessica was the only person I had left and she had her own life (which I couldn't keep her from).

There was a soft tapping on my door and I heard Jessica's voice, gently calling to me.

"Natalie? Are you okay?"

I stood up on quivering legs and opened the door for her. Jessica came in, shut the door behind her, and wrapped her arms around me. I quietly sobbed into her shoulder and she rubbed my back.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I thought I was over him, I really did."

"I know, honey, it's alright. It's just going to take some time. Do you want to go home?"

I nodded, then apologized some more. Jessica brushed them all off and told me it was fine over and over. She helped clean up my face and touched up my make-up a little. Then, she opened the door, made sure the coast was clear, and we left the theater.

When we got home, we went upstairs and Jessica helped me out of my clothes, bra, and panties. I felt so weak and helpless, and I felt bad that Jessica had to help me with everything. I wore one of Andy's old shirts as pajamas again, despite Jessica's protests, and the two of us curled up on the basement couch to watch a girly movie.

During the movie, Jessica would look over at me often and then occasionally rub my arm or leg a little. I would give her a little smile to let her know that I was okay for the time being.

All I needed was a little time to heal and hopefully not burst into tears the next time I saw Andy's face or voice. It would be difficult, as he was one of Hollywood's hottest young stars and his presence was everywhere. Maybe I just needed to be a shut-in for a while.

Our movie ended and I went upstairs to my bedroom. I could feel Jessica following me and I turned around.

"I'll be okay tonight, I promise," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I just freaked out a little tonight, but I think I'm going to be fine."

"Okay. I'll be right down the hall if you need anything." Jessica approached me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed my forehead. As she pulled back, I kissed her on the lips.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me," I said.

"That's what sisters are for, right?"

"Right."

And with that, Jessica went to her room and I went to mine. As I closed the door, I noticed that Jessica's dildo was still attached to my bed post. I smiled, but was too tired to put it away and definitely too tired to ride it again.

I climbed into bed, took off Andy's t-shirt, and wrapped myself around my body pillow. I didn't pretend that the pillow was Andy this time, but the cool, slick satin of the pillow cover against my naked body was comforting anyway.

That night, I had a dream about my father. At least, some sort of dream interpretation of my father, as I'd never met him or seen a picture of him. I was naked and dirty, wandering the streets of downtown Los Angeles. I needed to get home so that Andy could find me and I needed to get off of the streets. Above all, I needed to find some clothes.

As I walked down an alley, a door opened in one of the buildings. A middle-aged man stepped out and extended a hand to me. I knew it was my dad, for some reason, and took his hand. He pulled me into the building and shut the door behind him.

The building he pulled me into was an art gallery, with my own paintings. Paintings that I did in the past and paintings that I thought about doing. The gallery was beautiful and safe. I was incredibly thankful for my father's help and wanted to thank him and show him how much I loved him in the only way I knew how.

I fell to my knees and pulled out his massive cock from his pants. I started to suck on it, before my father lifted me up and put his penis away.

"You don't need to do that," he said.

He pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around me. There was a big leather chair in the middle of the gallery and my father sat down in it. I sat on his lap, with my legs hanging off of the arm of the chair and my head against his chest. He stroked my hair and told me that everything was going to be alright. I believed him.

Then I woke up and felt like crying, but didn't. I felt comforted and loved, even though it was just a dream. Before that night, I always wanted to meet my father. But after that dream, I needed to meet him. Even if he wasn't that loving dream father, I felt a sense of purpose that I had never felt before.

-JESSICA-

In the middle of the night, I had received an email from my school. In it, the administration stated that, due to my lack of attendance, I would be expelled from the school. This was surprising, yet unsurprising.

My attendance had always been spotty, at best. But with the school over enrolling that year, they were very trigger-happy when it came to getting rid of students.

If I really wanted to, I could hire a lawyer and take the school to court, as expelling me in the middle of the semester just for attendance didn't seem legal. However, Natalie needed me here and I didn't want school hanging over my head. Plus, I had valuable, irreplaceable things in my dorm room. I figured that the best thing to do at that point was to move out of my dorm, and the sooner I could do this, the better. I needed to move out that weekend.

I booked a flight for around noon and tried to go back to sleep. I just hoped Natalie would understand that I needed to do this. And I needed to do it alone. Especially if I had to deal with Chloe.

The next morning, I snuck into Natalie's room to tell her I was leaving. Fortunately, she was just waking up. She smiled when she saw me and I sat down on her bed.

"Natalie, I need to go back to school and move out of my dorm. The administration is being ridiculous and I have to move my stuff out ASAP. My flight's in a couple hours."

Natalie blinked and processed the information.

"I'm not leaving you," I started explaining. "I'll be gone for a day or so and then I'll be right back."

"I'll come with you," she said. "I can help you move."

"Thanks, but I've got to do this on my own. I'm probably going to need to talk to Chloe and I'd rather you not be there for that."

Natalie looked a bit downtrodden, but she conceded. "Promise you'll be back soon?"

"Absolutely. As soon as possible. You'll be okay here?"

Natalie nodded. "I have plenty of movies and stuff. Plus, there's that thing on the bed post to keep me busy." We looked back at the dildo and she blushed.

"Okay, have fun. Don't hurt yourself." I winked at her and she giggled.

I turned to leave, but Natalie stopped me. "Jessie, can I ask you something?"

"Absolutely."

Natalie stopped for a moment, thinking to herself. "Actually, it would probably be best if I just waited until you came back."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it can wait. Good luck!"

Within a couple hours, I was on the plane and headed back east to my university. All I had were empty suitcases and the clothes I had on me. Everything else I needed was already back at my dorm.

I was nervous, but mostly about running into Chloe. If I was lucky, she wouldn't be there and I could move out quickly and be on a flight home as soon as possible. Just in case I did see her, I had to think about what I would say to get her to leave me alone. She was a sweet girl and I liked being her roommate, but having sex with her seemed to flip a switch in her mind.

Chloe's neediness reminded me a lot of Natalie, which made me feel sorry for her. But Chloe had her entire family and lots of friends, which were things Natalie did not have. Chloe was just a little lonely after her boyfriend left her and would bounce back.

When the plane landed, I rented a car and drove to my dorm room. I was able to find a parking spot near the building's entrance easily, since it was a Friday and some students went home on the weekend. I took a couple suitcases upstairs for my first trip. 

As I entered my dorm room, I was relieved to see that Chloe wasn't there. I didn't really decorate my side of the dorm, so packing up everything was quick and easy. I packed up all my clothes and my bed sheets in the two suitcases and put them in my car. I grabbed a smaller suitcase from the car and went back up to pack up everything that was left.

My dorm room was still empty when I came back, thankfully. I filled up the smaller suitcase with all the odds and ends that remained in my room and zipped it up. Everything just barely fit in there.

I turned to leave, when the door opened. Chloe just came back from class. She was bundled up in a few layers, her dirty blonde hair draped down over her scarf, and her nose was red from the cold weather.

We both froze when we saw each other, but Chloe was the first to speak.

"Where have you been?"

"Family emergency at home."

"You didn't text me back or anything."

"Sorry, there was a lot going on."

Chloe shut the door behind her and stepped closer to me, soft and careful.

"I've been thinking about you a lot. About that night."

"Listen, Chloe, it was just fun. We were both lonely and we made each other feel good. That's it. I value you as a friend and you've been a great roommate. But please don't try to turn this into something it's not."

Chloe was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Wow, you've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?"

"Yeah." I felt like I should have said more, but I couldn't find the words. We just stood there in an awkward silence.

"So you're just leaving?" Chloe asked, more curious than angry.

"My family needs me. I can always come back to school when I'm ready."

"Well, I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you."

Chloe set her bag down and hugged me and I hugged her back. She pulled back a little and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and, to my surprise, I kissed back. Then I kissed again. Then her tongue was in my mouth and we were peeling off our layers of clothing.

In no time, we were in our bra and panties and entwined on Chloe's bed, kissing passionately. With a couple snaps and pulls, our underwear was off and on the floor. Our bodies pressed against each other and our combined scent filled the small dorm room.

Chloe reminded me so much of Natalie. Her petite frame, small breasts, the neediness. She was basically the blonde version of Natalie. I started feeling bad about what I was doing. I should have been on a plane and on my way back to Los Angeles.

Then Chloe slipped two fingers inside of me. I groaned and every other thought I had fell away. I pushed my tongue into her mouth as her fingers rubbed my g-spot. I grabbed Chloe's left breast and rubbed her erect nipple. Chloe's thumb pressed on my clit and all her fingers combined felt incredible. I gyrated my hips back and forth until I came all over her fingers.

After I pulled her fingers out of me and pinned her hands behind her head, I started kissing down Chloe's body. I licked and sucked on her nipples, tongued her belly button, then rubbed my nose through the golden curls of her pubic hair.

My tongue dove into her soaking wet pussy and Chloe's body convulsed. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed it into her pussy, making me pay attention to her clit. I sucked on it and finger fucked her like she did with me. I did this for a while, until Chloe tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to see Chloe handing me a purple rubber dildo.

"Fuck me," she breathed.

Grabbing the dildo from her hand, I sucked up a bunch of her juices, then moved up and forced my tongue into her mouth, making her taste her cum. With my left hand, I thrust the dildo inside of her and fucked her fast and hard- like I'd never do with Natalie. I knew Chloe could handle it.

And handle it, she did.

Chloe moaned and screamed into my mouth and her hips pushed against every thrust until she came and then came again.

I left the dildo inside Chloe and cuddled with her, my arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace.

"One time thing, huh?" Chloe whispered. I let out a small giggle.

"Yeah."

"It's a shame you have to go. We could have had lots of fun"

"You should come to Los Angeles during winter break."

"Would that be okay?"

"Of course! You can meet my sister. I think you'd like her."

We didn't say much else. We kissed a little and then nodded off. Natalie was a big girl and I knew she could take care of herself. With that comfort in my mind, I went to sleep.

-NATALIE-

The day was coming to an end and I was too tired to use Jessica's dildo, even though I really wanted to. I spent my evening looking on the internet for my own strap-on, so I didn't have to use my sister's all the time. I bought one about the same size and with the same flesh-color as Jessica's, but this one had a "vibrating egg" in the harness. Because you never know when that can come in handy.

My day had been spent in the nude watching movies and occasionally touching myself. If the rest of my life was like that, I'd be okay with it.

Of course, it would have been better if Andy was there. Even though he was an asshole to me, I still couldn't help but love him with all of my heart. I missed him and I missed the way he looked at my naked body. I missed his embrace. I missed the animalistic look in his eyes when he fucked me. I missed his cum. These were things a dildo couldn't give me.

With nothing else left to do, I decided to just take a shower and then go to sleep. I hopped in the shower and let the water run through my hair and over my body. Once I thoroughly washed my hair and washed my body, I used the shower head to pleasure myself.

The water jets felt good, but not as good as a cock inside of me, fake or not. The shower head still did the trick, though, and my orgasm was a rolling, peaceful one. I shaved my legs, then rested on the floor of the shower until I got cold, then turned the water off and got out of the shower.

I looked at where the dry towels were and groaned. All I had was a hand towel. Of course I forgot to do my laundry. There were, of course, other towels, but they were in the hallway. I decided to dry my hair and brush it out to leave me plenty of time to air dry. When I was done with my hair, I probably wouldn't be dripping all over the carpet.

-ANDY-

My obligations to the studio were finished and the press conference was over. I thought only of Natalie the entire time and my demeanor probably reflected that. It certainly felt like I was being distant and aloof when I was answering questions. I hoped I wasn't in trouble with the studio because of that.

I knew what I needed to do next: apologize to Natalie and rekindle our relationship. I was only looking for our old brother/sister relationship back, as I knew that I would probably never get a shot at fucking Natalie again.

As I pulled into Natalie's driveway, I noticed that Jessica's car was gone. That was probably a good thing, as she would probably give me a bunch of shit (which I admit, I deserved). I still had the spare key to the house and I let myself in.

The house was dark and quiet, with the only light coming from Natalie's bedroom. I walked upstairs and slipped into her room, shutting the door behind me quietly. It wouldn't really matter, as her hair dryer was on and she wouldn't hear me. Plus, I didn't want to startle her too much.

Every explanation and apology ran through my head as I prepared myself for Natalie. I just needed to be honest with her about my feelings. Maybe if I had done that from the very beginning, I wouldn't be in that situation.

Natalie emerged from the bathroom and let out a small gasp when she saw me. The sight of her made every rational thought leave me and I knew I had to fuck her again.

She was completely naked and wet from the shower, with the exception of her hair, which was dry and perfectly draped down her shoulders. She lost weight since I last saw her and she looked smaller than ever. I could see her trembling and her eyes were wide and wet with tears. I could feel my cock getting hard.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say. Natalie wrapped her arms around her middle and was clearly trying not to cry. I finally found my voice again and what I was going to say.

"I was an idiot and I ran from my feelings for you because I felt like they were wrong." I slowly approached her as I talked.

"Andy, you need to leave," she managed to say. I ignored her and kept walking towards her.

"I can't fight it anymore. I'm in love with you, Natalie."

"That's not fair." She was freely crying now and trying to keep herself together. "You broke my heart! You promised not to, but you did!"

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I was being stupid and I should have been nicer to you. I should have communicated with you. I've learned from that and I'm going to treat you right. I want to be your best friend again."

-NATALIE-

I tried and I tried, but I couldn't keep myself together. Andy looked gorgeous and he was my big brother. I couldn't say no to him, but I had to try. He wrapped an arm around my wet, naked body and pulled me close to him. My entire body trembled and my pussy was so wet, I couldn't tell if it was water or cum running down my legs.




The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 08



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again, sorry for the delay and for going all "George RR Martin" on you guys. My schedule has cleared up a bit, so I can focus on this more. If you haven't read the other chapters, it's probably best that you do that, or you could be lost. Enjoy!



-JESSICA-

Chloe and I said our farewells the following morning and I headed back to the airport. I had stayed a little longer than I thought I would, but at least the awkwardness between Chloe and I was gone. Better yet, she promised me that she wouldn't send me any more needy texts.

Surprisingly enough, I was actually looking forward to Chloe visiting me out in LA. I'm sure she'd get along with Natalie just fine.

Thinking of Natalie reminded me that I needed to send her a text and let her know that I was finally coming home. I typed up something quick and sent it to her, before realizing that it was 9:00 my time and 6:00 her time. I knew it probably wouldn't wake her up, though, as she was a heavy sleeper.

After dealing with the ridiculousness of security and the tediousness of waiting for my flight, I was on the plane and on my way home.

I couldn't help but think about Chloe and Natalie. I had never had sex with another girl before a couple weeks ago, and I was terribly confused. Was I a lesbian? No, I was still attracted to men. So just bisexual? What makes someone bisexual? Where are those boundaries?

The best thing to do at that point was to just not worry about it, as those things probably didn't matter. It's not like I was going to be taking a test on it any time soon. Or any test of that matter.

I asked myself if I was making a mistake by quitting school. It wasn't an issue of needing a degree for a job to survive, as I had enough money to last a lifetime. I knew Natalie needed me, but for how long? At what point did I need to just let her go? Maybe I would know "when the time came" or some such clichéd bullshit. I was probably just overthinking everything.

After digging into my purse for what felt like ten minutes, I found a pair of earbuds, plugged them into my phone, and listened to music to try and drown out my thoughts. I just needed to not think about anything for the next few hours. 

-ANDY-

Natalie woke me the following morning by squeezing my torso. She had woken me several times throughout the night in the same fashion, but I couldn't take it anymore.

"Natalie, stop!" I groaned.

She released her hold on me and looked up, concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"You were squeezing me. I couldn't breathe."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

She shrank back and buried her face in my armpit, then swiftly lifted her head again, her face scrunched in mock-disgust.

"You smell gross," Natalie said.

I chuckled. "Sorry," I said. "I haven't showered in a while."

"That's okay, Andy. I kind of like it."

Natalie raised her face to meet mine and kissed me. Then she pulled her face an inch away and looked down at my chest. Her forehead was right at my lips and I kissed it.

"Do you still love me?" Natalie whispered. Her voice quivered and I could tell that she was trying hard not to cry.

"Yes," I said.

I lifted her little chin up and gave her a soft, passionate kiss. She melted in my arms and pressed her body against mine. Her smooth leg rubbed my crotch and I could feel her warm pussy against my thigh. I ran my hand down her body, grabbed hold of her ass, and flipped Natalie on her back.

Natalie spread her legs for me dutifully and her arms clung to me. I lined my morning wood up with her pussy and dove in.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Natalie hissed, as she pulled her body away from me.

"What's wrong?!"

Natalie's eyes were shut and she calmed herself down.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just sore," she said. Her eyes opened and she gave me a sly smile. "You were pretty rough with me last night."

I shrugged my shoulders and smirked. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Natalie said. She reached her hand down and started stroking my cock. "I can still take care of you."

She slid out from under me and started to leave the bed, but grabbed my arm to follow her. She left me standing, but got on her knees and started stroking my cock.

Natalie's little mouth engulfed the head of my cock as she kept stroking. Her wide eyes looked up at me, as if asking me if she was good enough. I moaned in response. Her cocksucking was wet and thorough. She removed her mouth from the head of my cock and licked up and down my shaft, before going back. She was able to fit more of my cock in her mouth this time and started going faster.

Every suck and lick was done with tenderness and adoration and drove me insane. I could feel my orgasm building up and so could Natalie. She went even faster and tried to keep my cock in her mouth, but I forced it out of her and held her head in place as I showered her with my cum.

When my cock had finished spurting, I looked down at my baby sister. Her face was covered in my cum and she looked up at me with a big, bright smile. She used her index finger to lick the cum off of her face and she used her other hand to continue stroking me.

Natalie stood up, winked at me, then pranced into the bathroom, leaving me breathless and admiring her cute little ass as it jiggled away.

-NATALIE-

I felt like a goddess.

The look on Andy's face as he came was orgasmic in and of itself. I wish he could have fucked me again, but my stupid vag had to go and get all sensitive.

I hopped in the shower and thoroughly washed my hair to get all the cum out of it. I rubbed my breasts and mound, hopped around a little, and could not stop giggling.

Then I felt two strong arms wrap around my belly and a softening cock against the small of my back. I melted against Andy and I let out a small moan as I let him rub his hands all over me. I turned around and kissed his lips and he kissed mine. It was so passionate and sweet and gentle and I had never felt more loved before.

We finished our shower in silence, except for the occasional giggle and yelp (from me) whenever he'd grope me. We got out of the shower and dried ourselves off. I put on a thong and a tank-top with no bra to entice Andy, who just put on some sexy boxer briefs. We went downstairs with the plan of watching movies all day, like we used to do before he moved away. Except it was much more innocent back then.

Andy let me put on a romantic movie and we spooned on the couch, under a blanket. Before Andy started the movie, I turned around to face him, my body pressed against his and our faces just an inch away from each other.

"Andy, can I ask you something?" I said.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Do you still talk to Dad?"

Andy arched an eyebrow and moved away from me, slightly.

"Why do you ask?" Andy said, cautiously.

"It's just... I've never met him and you guys never talk about him. I had a dream about him recently. Well, not him, exactly, but some dream version of my father. It doesn't matter."

"You want to meet him?"

I looked up into Andy's eyes and nodded. He scratched his head.

"I don't know if that's a great idea, Natalie."

"Why?"

"The timing... I don't know."

I furrowed my brow. Timing? What did that have to do with anything? Andy was clearly making excuses and I couldn't figure out why. I turned back around to face the TV. Andy rubbed my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Andy said. "I promise you'll meet him, when the time's right."

I didn't respond. I reached out to the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and started the movie. I let the remote plop back down on the coffee table and relaxed, making sure to let Andy know that he had disappointed me.

We were ten minutes into the movie, when Andy started and lightly kissing my neck. I brushed him off and smoothed my hair, without my eyes ever leaving the TV. Andy then started licking and sucking on my neck. I tried pushing him away, but he pinned my arm to my side, forcing a small moan out of me. He kept teasing me until I was so wet that I was uncomfortable in my thong. I squirmed under the blanket as I took it off.

"What are you doing?" Andy whispered. I gave him a mischievous smile, presented the thong to him, and dropped it on the ground. I grabbed his hand and guided it down to my wet pussy. He lightly pressed my clit and rubbed it. I moaned and pressed my body against his, feeling his erection and wanting it inside me again.

"I want to fuck you so bad," Andy growled in my ear, which made me whimper and squirm a little more.

"Then fuck me," I said. "Just be gentle."

Andy's underwear was on the floor in a second and he lined up his cock from behind. When he was at my soaked opening, he slowly entered me and I shut my eyes as I whimpered. I was still a little sore, but I was so wet that it didn't matter.

When Andy's entire erection was nestled deep inside of me, Andy stopped moving. I looked back and Andy was serenely watching the movie.

"Fuck me, Andy!" I breathed in protest. Andy put a finger to his lips and shushed me. He was teasing me like some kind of asshole.

Determined to get off, I grabbed the edge of the couch, pulled forward, then back onto Andy's cock with a small moan. I kept doing this over and over, until I was getting close to climaxing.

At the edge of my climax, however, Andy pulled out of me and flipped me over, letting the blanket fall on the ground. He tore off my tank-top and left me completely naked and vulnerable to him. I opened my legs and rubbed my wet pussy, inviting my big brother inside. But Andy just kneeled over me, slowly stroking his cock. Too slow to ejaculate, but fast enough to stay hard. He was teasing me some more.

"Andy, you asshole," I said. He chuckled, as I'd never called him an asshole before. I rubbed my clit to get myself off. I just looked at Andy's muscular body, with him stroking his throbbing erection and staring me down with a fiery desire, and I was already on the brink of my climax again.

But then Andy grabbed both my arms and pinned them above my head. I just couldn't take it anymore and I started to tear up out of frustration.

"Stop it, please! You're being mean!" I cried.

"Don't cry, baby," he said in a low, soothing voice.

I felt him enter me again and he moved one of his arms to the small of my back and the other behind my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we made out as he slowly fucked me. I stopped kissing him and looked up to see a soft, passionate, loving look in his eyes. I returned his stare and we moaned, breathing into each others faces and making each other even hotter.

This was the most gentle and loving sex I ever had and it was just as passionate as the furious fucking he gave me the night before.

"I love you, Andy," I squeaked.

"I love you, Natalie," he said.

Both of our bodies were dripping in sweat and I'm sure the couch was ruined with the combination of our sweat and my vaginal fluids. None of it mattered, though, because my big brother, the love of my life, was making sweet love to me. His thick cock, sliding in and out of my pussy, which was much too small for him. Yet, all of him was inside of me and I felt no pain at all. I just felt Andy keeping me full of his hot, throbbing cock.

This was so much better than him thrusting in and out of me, all fast and furious (although that was pretty amazing too). With this, I knew he loved me and that I was special to him. I felt so loved and so beautiful and I wanted to give up everything, just so we could do this for the rest of our lives.

"Is it okay if I go a little faster?" Andy breathed.

"Mm-hmm," was all I could say.

Andy started going faster and it still managed to be loving and incredible. Then I felt a small tickling inside of me that rose more and more, until I was screaming out, moaning, and writhing under Andy. My legs wrapped tightly around his ass and I pumped myself on his cock to the best of my ability. My kegel muscles fluttered and squeezed Andy's cock, yet he was still fucking me. My small breasts were pressed against his chest and my sensitive, erect nipples rubbed through his chest hair. His tongue was suddenly in my throat and he was fucking me fast and furious like last night, making me cum over and over, before I became limp and melted into the couch.

Amazingly, Andy had yet to cum. He kept fucking my feeble body and making animalistic grunts. I just laid there and whimpered, wanting to help him, but not having the energy to do so.

Tendrils of my hair were plastered to my face and beads of sweat ran down my cheeks. I looked up at Andy's intense face and became even weaker. My eyes softened as they looked up into his and I gently bit the corner of my lip.

Andy's brow furrowed and his two strong hands gripped both sides of my hips as he pumped into me harder. Then his mouth dropped and he shuddered as he thrust into me as deep as he could and I came again, squeezing his ejaculating penis. His cum sprayed out and coated my insides, filling me up with more of his cum than ever. His cock kept pulsating and I sighed as my final orgasm went away.

When he finally stopped cumming, Andy collapsed on top of me and we kissed softly, before falling asleep.

-ANDY-

I woke up to the sound of the DVD menu looping loudly. Natalie was underneath me and my dick was still kind of inside of her. Sweaty strands of her hair were plastered onto her face and I pushed them back to look down at my serene little sister.

That was hands down, the best sex I ever had, and it was all because of Natalie. Her tiny body was perfect, with her tight cunt, cute butt, and tiny tits. Best of all, she was madly and completely in love with me.

I pulled out of her and her pussy made a little plop sound. I looked down to see a good amount of my cum dribbling out of her. We definitely needed to get her on birth control.

Natalie stirred and murmured as she woke up. She looked up at me, bit her lip, and smiled.

"I'm hungry," she said.

"Let's see what we've got upstairs," I said.

She sat up and shivered, wrapping her arms around herself and pulling her legs close to her chest. I shut off the TV, slipped on my boxer briefs, and grabbed Natalie's favorite cashmere blanket in a nearby cupboard. I wrapped her up in it and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you," she said, then kissed me on the lips.

Natalie stood up on her trembling legs and wobbled back and forth. I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. She giggled and kissed me again.

"Do you need me to carry you?" I asked, to which Natalie laughed.

"No, I'll be okay. Thank you, though."

I closely followed Natalie upstairs to make sure she didn't fall backwards. At the top of the steps, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and we went into the kitchen.

Natalie and I both gasped when we saw Jessica at the kitchen table, quietly eating a salad.

"Jesus Christ, Jess!" I exclaimed.

"How long have you been here?" Natalie asked.

Jessica just sat there, chewing on her salad. She swallowed her bite, set down her fork, and wiped her mouth on her napkin. She looked up and glared at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Andy?" Jessica said.

"What?" Was all I could say.

Jessica got up from the table, walked past Natalie, and got in my face.

"You haven't done enough to her? You have to come back for round two? What happens when you get bored with her this time? Are you gonna just throw your little sister away again?!"

Natalie jumped in front of Jessica. "It's not like that, Jess, believe me!"

"You're too nice, Natalie."

Jessica shoved her out of the way and then shoved me.

"Oh, fuck you!" I yelled. "What I did was wrong and I admitted that and said I was sorry. Natalie-"

"You just said sorry? And you think that'll make what you did okay? I held her and took care of her for days! Where were you? Off fucking some models and promoting your fucking movie?!"

"I needed space and I needed to think!"

"And all the while, Natalie's over here with a broken heart, unable to do anything except cry her fucking eyes out! Jesus, Andy, what the fuck were you thinking? She's still a little girl!"

"No, I'm not!" Natalie squeaked.

Jessica and I both turned to look at her. She was shaking and crying quietly. Natalie's blanket was wrapped tightly around her. Jessica walked over to her and wiped away her tears, cradling Natalie's cheeks in her hands.

"Honey, I know you're eighteen, but you're still so naïve," Jessica said to her, softly. Natalie pulled away from her.

"He just made a mistake. We all make mistakes," Natalie said. "Jessie, I love him."

Jessica's lip tightened and her face became redder.

"Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm not going to help you anymore," she said. Jessica stormed out of the room, leaving Natalie and I alone.

I went to my baby sister and wrapped my arms around her.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"What? Why? Don't be sorry."

"I feel like this is all my fault."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's my fault."

"Still, I want to talk to her." Natalie looked up at me and kissed me on the lips. When she pulled back, she gazed into my eyes.

"Promise me that everything's going to be okay," she said.

"Promise."

-JESSICA-

I slammed my bedroom door shut, slipped out of my clothes, and got under the covers. My mind was racing and I was trying hard not to cry.

Natalie had no idea what she was doing. Andy was just going to break her heart all over again and I would have to be there to pick up the pieces. Again. How many more times would this have to happen before she saw him for the shitty person he was?

And yet, I felt like it was all my fault. I should have just left my stuff in my dorm and let the school take them, fine me, whatever. It was just stuff. If I had stayed home with Natalie, she might not have fallen back in Andy's arms.

I felt something else, too. Total blinding jealousy. Why did they have the special sibling relationship, while I had nobody? I had Katie, before she went to go live with Dad, but when she left, I just had Natalie. Natalie was great and everything, but I always felt like she was way more attached to Andy than to me.

The question I always asked myself: why doesn't Natalie like me more? Then, while watching her interact Andy, I asked: why doesn't Andy like me more?

Was Natalie nicer than I was? Was she funnier? Was she prettier?

I heard my bedroom door creak open and I looked over to see Natalie, still wrapped in her favorite blanket, padding over to my bed. She sat next to me, then laid herself down against my body.

"You smell like sex," I said.

Natalie didn't say anything back

"Why? Why would you go back to him after all he's done?" I couldn't hide the emotion that was so thick in my voice.

"I told you, Jess, I love him," Natalie said, softly.

"More than me?"

Natalie wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed my cheek. I started to cry.

"I love you both," she said. "I love him in a different way than the way I love you."

"But you and I..." My voice trailed off involuntarily.

"You said that was a one time thing."

"So it suddenly doesn't mean anything?" I cried.

"That's not what I meant. What is this all about, Jess?"

"I'm fucking jealous! Can't you tell?" I snapped. She didn't say anything and her grip on me weakened. Her arms started pulling away from me and I regretted yelling at her.

I whipped the covers off of me, turned around, wrapped my arms around Natalie, and pulled her close. My mouth engulfed her's and my tongue forced its way into her surprised mouth. Natalie didn't fight back, but didn't return my affections either. I pulled her blanket off and pressed my naked body against her bare flesh.

My hand snaked down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing and caressing her cute butt cheeks. Then I slowly pulled my hand between her legs and gently slipped a finger inside her.




The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 09



-ANDY-

It took me a couple hours before I fell asleep. Jessica saw Natalie and I fucking. And she got off on it. Natalie pretended she didn't notice, but the smug look on her face suggested otherwise. I wanted to question her, but she fell asleep before I found the right words to say.

When I finally went to sleep, dreams of having a threeway with both my little sisters haunted me all night. The image wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite. But where did that path lead? When would enough be enough? I didn't want to hurt anybody, but when I tried to pull out before, all I did was hurt Natalie.

I woke up early the next morning in dire need of coffee. I grabbed an old pair of boxers from my drawers, put them on, and quietly left the bedroom. I shuffled my feet downstairs and into the kitchen to see Jessica at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and eating cereal. She was wearing an old, baggy t-shirt that went down to her thighs and hid her figure.

Color left her face when she saw me come in. I gave her a small wave and went to the cabinet to grab a coffee flavor. I picked out one of the little coffee cups, grabbed a mug, and went to the Keurig to brew my cup of coffee.

I stared at the machine as it whirred and hummed, trying to avoid an awkward confrontation with Jessica. However, the silence between us only made the situation even more awkward. Fortunately, Jessica cleared the air before I did.

"I'm sorry about last night," Jessica said, softly.

I smirked. "It's fine. I figured you were just curious."

"I wasn't talking about that."

I chuckled and so did she. "It's okay."

"I get really protective with that girl. She's just so fragile," Jessica said.

"Listen, we need to talk about something," I said, lowering my voice. "She's been asking about Dad."

"Fuck."

"I know. We should have prepared for this, but the thought never really crossed my mind."

"I don't know if he's ready. Shit, I don't know if he'll ever be ready."

"For now let's just focus on what we're gonna tell Natalie."

"Okay, but we have to do it together."

"Deal."

I saw Natalie coming down the staircase and I turned around to grab my coffee. The less suspicious Jessica and I looked, the better. Natalie came in and gave the both of us a big smile.

"Good morning, guys!" Natalie said, cheerily. She was wearing a tight tank top with no bra (her breasts were small enough to not really need one) and some booty shorts. 

"Morning," Jessica and I grunted.

"What were you guys talking about in here?"

"We were just making up," I said. "You guys want pancakes?"

Natalie gasped. "Yes!"

"Dude, I just had cereal," Jessica groaned.

"So is that a 'yes' or a 'no?'" I asked.

"It's a 'yes,' but I'm gonna bitch about my weight later."

Natalie wrapped her arms around Jessica.

"Shut up, Jess, you have nothing to bitch about," Natalie said, before planting a small kiss on Jessica's cheek.

"That's funny, coming from the ninety-pound twig that can eat anything."

"Oh, I cannot eat anything."

"Very true. Who can forget the haunting scent of 2010's spicy burrito incident?" I said with a smile.

Natalie gasped, ran over to me, and started hitting me in the arm repeatedly, while Jessica just sat there, laughing her ass off.

-NATALIE-

For the rest of the day, all the drama and sexual tension died away and we were siblings again. We ate breakfast, Jessica told us all about college life (but reminded us that it didn't matter, since she dropped out), and we spent the day watching movies together.

All three of us sat on the leather couch in the TV room, with me in the center and both my siblings on either side of me. The room still vaguely smelled like sex, but at least the couch was dry. I was surprised that our sweat and cum hadn't left massive stains on the dark brown leather.

"Can we pause for a second?" Jessica asked. "I have to tinkle."

"Sure," I said. I moved to grab for the remote, but Andy was closer. He paused the film and Jessica got up to go to the restroom. When I heard the door close, I leaned over to Andy.

"There aren't any stains on the couch!" I murmured.

"I know, that's amazing. I don't think we cleaned up at all!"

I giggled and pressed myself against Andy. I kissed him softly, then backed away by only an inch.

"I want you. Right now," I breathed.

"Jess is right over there in the bathroom."

"It's okay, she obviously knows about us."

"She's gonna think that she can't leave us alone for a second without us getting it on."

"What if she joins in?"

"She wouldn't."

"She totally would. She's jealous of us, Andy."

"Never in a million years."

I hopped up and sat in Andy's lap, then leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"When you were away, Jess and I fooled around."

I leaned back to see the gratifying look of surprise on his face. He smirked.

"You little liar."

"I'm not-"

The lock on the bathroom door snapped and Jessica came out. She paused when she saw me in Andy's lap, then rolled her eyes.

"I guess I should get used to that sight," she said.

Jessica plopped herself down on the couch and I rolled myself off of Andy, making sure to graze his crotch with my hand. He started the movie again and shifted his legs to hide his growing erection. That failed, so he tried using his hand. I placed my hand over his, then rubbed it lovingly. I maneuvered my hand so that it was touching his cock through his boxers.

"What are you doing?" he said, with a harsh whisper.

"Shut the fuck up," I whispered back. The surprise in his face reflected my own. I didn't know what I was becoming, but I didn't really care at that point.

My hand snaked its way under his boxers and found his cock (not that it was particularly hard to find). I stroked him slowly and watched his face with pleasure. His mouth was slightly drooped open and his eyes were fixed on the TV, though I'm sure he wasn't paying attention to what was happening on the screen.

His cock pulsed in my hand. I could feel the veins against my fingers and I could feel myself getting wet. I squeezed my quivering legs together and moved closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me and I gave him an innocent, sweet smile. His cock pulsed again and I knew that was my signal to escalate things.

I slowly moved my head down and into his lap. Andy made a feeble attempt to stop me, but it was no use. I pulled back the waistband of his boxers and revealed his cock, the tip of which was soaked in precum. I licked the tip, then closed my lips over it. I moved my head up and down, swirling him around with my tongue.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Jessica cried out. My head shot up and I wiped my mouth. "Right in front of me. Seriously?!"

Jessica started getting up, but I leapt over and grabbed her arm.

"Don't go," I said, softly.

"Just warn me next time."

She stood up and I stood up with her. Before she could go anywhere, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard. After a couple awkward moments, she kissed back. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and our tongues both danced around each other.

I pulled my head away, smiled, and looked down at Andy. His mouth was wide open and his cock was throbbing. Jessica and I looked at each other and giggled. I started pulling Jessica's shirt up, but she stopped me.

"Wait," she said. "I don't know if I can do this."

"We did it last week, remember?" I said.

"That was different. If Andy fucks me... I don't know. It's stupid, but..."

"What?"

"It'll be real."

I smiled at her. "You can watch us, if you want."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she opened them.

"No, let's do this."

I was beaming. I leaned in and whispered in Jessica's ear, then looked over at Andy.

"Stay down here and don't come upstairs until we say so. Do you have your phone on you?"

Andy took a while to respond. When he finally processed the question, he snapped out of his trance. "No."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, come upstairs with us but you have to stay outside my room. And don't come inside until I say so. Promise?"

"Sure."

I smiled at Jessica and took her hand.

-JESSICA-

My heart was racing as Natalie pulled me along by my hand. We ran upstairs and into Natalie's bedroom, where she slammed the door behind her. She attacked me with her mouth again and pulled her tank top up and over her head. Then she pulled my shirt off.

This was a side of Natalie I'd never seen before. She was so horny and eager and mischievous, it was a little scary.

She stopped kissing me for a moment, then looked into my eyes, smiling.

"This will be fun. I promise."

Natalie pulled her panties off and I followed her lead. I had to admit, her beauty was intimidating. She was so thin and her small breasts were perky and tantalizing. Her long, dark brown hair was a little wild, but still managed to be gorgeous. Not to mention the fact that she had the cutest little pussy and ass I had ever seen. No wonder Andy couldn't resist fucking her. As I looked at her, I felt scared, jealous, and insecure.

"What's the matter?" Natalie asked.

"Nothing," I said. "You're just really pretty."

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. I wish I had your boobs and curves. I look like a little girl."

Natalie then gave me a look that told me that everything was going to be fine. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. We climbed on top of the covers and we kissed again. Our limbs were tangled together and our combined scents filled the room. She rubbed my soaked pussy with her finger and I sighed. She pulled her finger away and sat up.

"I think we're ready," she said with a wicked smile.

"Come in!" Natalie yelled to Andy.

The bedroom door swung open and our big brother walked in, already naked and rock hard. My heart was in my throat and my face was hot. I looked over at Natalie and she was beaming as she stared at Andy. The look in her eyes confirmed for me everything that she told me that I couldn't believe before. She really was in love with him.

Andy walked over to Natalie and she got up on her knees. She kissed him with earnest and stroked his cock. As I stared at the two sexiest people I knew, I grew more insecure. Then Andy stopped kissing Natalie and looked at me.

"Come over here, Jess," he said, softly.

I smiled and crawled over to him. I got up on my knees, placed my hands on his shoulders, and looked into his eyes. Andy leaned forward and gave me a soft, passionate kiss on the lips. I kissed back and ran my fingers through his hair. I could sense Natalie smiling at us as she kept stroking Andy's cock.

Andy's hand ran up my side and over my left breast. He squeezed and caressed it, making me moan a little. His hand moved away and I could feel Natalie's hand in mine. I looked over at her as she pulled both Andy and I into bed.

Natalie kissed Andy again and pushed him so that he was laying on his back. She pulled me over to his crotch and I draped my left leg over him. I was hovering over my big brother's rock hard cock, just a couple inches away from him penetrating me. I was shaking like a leaf, as if this was my first time.

I looked into Andy's hungry eyes, bit my lip, and sank down, letting him penetrate me. I shut my eyes and moaned as he filled me up. When he was funny inside me, I just sat there, enjoying being filled by a cock again. I opened my eyes and smiled at both my siblings.

Natalie giggled and positioned herself over Andy's face. She sank down a little and Andy's tongue rose up to eat Natalie out. She moaned and clutched her little breasts.

I grabbed both sides of Andy's hips and started riding him, slowly, to savor every moment. I looked up to see Natalie's face contorted with pleasure and I came a little. Andy grunted when he felt my pussy squeeze him. Encouraged by this, I rode him faster and squeezed him harder along the way.

Andy grabbed Natalie's hips and pulled her down so that she was fully seated on his face. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a wild moan. I came and started moaning too, before shuddering and collapsing on top of Andy, who raised his hips and kept fucking me.

Natalie climbed off of Andy's mouth, then tapped me on the shoulder.

"My turn," she said.

I moved forward and let Andy slip out of me. I hovered over Andy's face and let him grab on to my thighs. Natalie slid down onto Andy's cock, biting her lower lip and letting out a groan.

Andy's tongue penetrated me and I felt it probe around inside of me. He certainly knew his way around, despite not being a girl. His thumb massaged my clit and I came again. Andy gripped my thighs tighter, steadying me.

Natalie was riding Andy hard and fast, not giving him a break at all.

I felt Andy's hot breath as he panted on my cunt.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Andy breathed, after pulling his face away from me.

Natalie leapt off of Andy's cock and pulled me off of his face. She pulled me off the bed and onto the ground so that we were both kneeling. Andy climbed off the bed, stroking his cock.

Finally, Andy came. His hot cum spurted out and landed on Natalie's face and mine (mostly on mine). Natalie stared at my face with a fierce hunger, then lunged at me. She eagerly licked at my face, getting all of Andy's cum off of me. When she was done, she darted over to Andy's dying erection and sucked on it for a while.

After Natalie was finished, she licked her lips and smiled up at Andy, then looked over at me.

Andy said what we were all thinking: "Holy shit."

-NATALIE-

We cleaned ourselves up and got dressed in silence and I couldn't stop smiling. It was late afternoon and I was starving.

"Is anyone hungry?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," Jessica sighed.

"I can see what we have and make us something," Andy said.

"I'll help. I'm probably a better cook than you," Jessica said.

"I cooked damn fine pancakes this morning."

"They were pretty good, but I know I can do better."

Andy folded his arms and arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yep!"

"Can I help?" I asked.

"You just relax," Jessica said. "You've done so much for me. Let me do this for you."

"If you're talking about what we did today, that was as much for me as it was for you."

"Still. I'm cooking for you." She came over and kissed my forehead. "Let me do this for you."

"Okay," I said.

When Andy and Jessica had gone down to the kitchen to make dinner, I decided I would do laundry so I could at least be productive. I gathered all the clothing and dirty towels in my room and threw them in the laundry basket. I went out on the balcony that overlooked the first floor and called out to my siblings.

"I'm doing laundry! You have any dirty clothes you want me to wash?"

They both called back: "Yeah, thanks!"

I went into Jessica's room and grabbed several armfuls of her dirty laundry. When her room was empty of dirty clothes, I dragged the basket to Andy's room. He didn't have much in there, but it was still a good amount. His dirty clothes smelled like him and I sniffed them, held them close to me. I grew self-conscious and felt creepy, so I chucked them in the basket before anyone saw me.

There was a shirt under his dresser that was poking out. I snatched it up, and with it came an opened envelope. I tossed the shirt in the basket, then leaned down to pick up the envelope.

It was from someone named Ken Miller and addressed to Andy. My curiosity getting the better of me, I looked inside and pulled out a card. It was a birthday card from this year, it looked like. I opened the card. I ignored what the card said, but I read the personal message.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! IT WAS GREAT TO SEE YOU, HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN SOON!

LOVE, DAD

Holy shit. This was our father. MY father. Ken Miller.

I looked at the address and it looked like it came from his work, rather than his home. He worked in the Valley, at California State University, Northridge.

My heart fluttered and I put the card back in its envelope, then placed it on the floor. I knew his name and I knew where he worked. This was the closest I had ever been to any sort of answer. I needed more.

I lugged the full and heavy laundry basket down both staircases and into the laundry room. I quickly dumped everything in the washer, not caring about lights or darks, chucked some soap in, and started the laundry.

I scurried back upstairs to my bedroom, grabbed my phone, and dashed into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind me. I opened the web browser on my phone and Google'd the CSUN website. When I reached that page, I typed "KEN MILLER" into the search bar.

Then I waited. And waited. I remember Jessica once complaining to me about how all college websites suck ass and you can't find anything. She sure wasn't kidding.

The search results finally appeared and his profile was the first result. I clicked on it and waited, but not too long. My heart beat rapidly when his picture loaded. It was a picture from a few years ago, taken on a point-and-shoot, but the details were clear enough. This was my father. I just knew it.

He was incredibly handsome for his age, which I guessed was mid-forties. We had the same eyes, the same high cheek bones, and the same smile. His hair was graying, but the dark brown hair that wasn't gray was the same shade as mine. I recognized Jessica's nose, Andy's chin, and he had a very sexy beard stubble that I, fortunately, did not have.

The screen blurred and I realized I had tears in my eyes. I wiped them away and smiled, then looked at the details of his page. He was a film professor and specialized in film production. His office number and the building it was located in were there and I made note of it.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door and I gasped. My phone jumped out of my hand, but I caught it before it hit the floor.

"Natalie, you in there?" Andy called.

"Yeah!" I called back, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Dinner's ready!"

"Okay, I'm almost done!"

When I heard Andy walking away, I sighed with relief. I closed the web browser on my phone and set a password so that Andy and Jessica couldn't find my search results. They were hiding something from me and I wanted to find out what they were hiding and why. But, more importantly, I needed to finally meet my father.