"Yeah man, I'm telling you. She has the biggest tits I've ever seen!"
"Cool."
"Dude, do you not believe me?" Sven asked sharply.
"It's not that. I just don't care. I'm fucking gay dude, I don't give a shit about her tits." Jordan replied, turning his colorful head to his stud of a friend, who may be trying to overcompensate.
"Whatever..." Sven said, looking back to the crowd. He then thought of something.
"Jordan."
"Sven."
"You remember Greg, right?
"Uhhh... that poor freshman whose balls you've broken just because, right?"
"Right."
Sven thought about Greg a bit, still remembering his young and unrefined features, that are somewhat charming in a youthful way. He then remembered exactly how those small freshman balls felt in his hand, under his knee, and how that cute face contorted in terror. Sven wanted to see Greg again.
"I haven't seen him in too long. Let's go reintroduce ourselves."
Jordan sighed, moved off the lockers. He ran a hand through his hot pink hair and responded.
"Yeah, let us. I'm sure he'll be jumping for joy when he sees you."
"He better. Most guys would feel blessed to have my attention like he does." Sven said, getting a silent eye roll outta Jordan.
Sven thought a bit more. "He said he has Bio with Ms. Andersen, right?"
"I think so."
"Well... let's go wait for him in front." Sven said, moving off the locker. He walked in the direction of her class, and Jordan followed with a laugh.
"All right. Let's pick on the freshman some more. Sounds like fun. He's pretty cute." Jordan said aloud.
The two got to Ms. Andersen's Bio classroom and stood out in front. Jordan leaned against the wall, and dropped his bag to the floor. He looked around the kids walking by. They all looked like freshman. He made a mental note of which ones were cute, and which weren't. He realized that this freshman class was pretty ugly.
Sven looked inside Ms. Andersen's bio classroom to see if Greg was already inside. He wasn't. He looked back out, and waited against the wall. They were quiet as they scanned the hallway for Greg.
Then they saw Greg coming. He was walking with a friend, having some sort of animated discussion.
"There." Jordan said, pointing down the hall. Sven turned his head and saw Greg talking with his friend, looking just as cute, if not cuter since he last saw him. Sven smirked and turned his body towards Greg. Waiting for the unsuspecting freshmen to walk into them.
Very soon, the other boy looked up and saw Sven and Jordan staring at them with a smile. Peter knows who Sven is, and remembers what Greg told him. He hurriedly turned around and picked up his glasses as they fell on the floor in an anxiety driven turn. Greg kept on talking, and walking closer and closer to Sven and Jordan as he was looking down the entire time. Soon, he realized Peter wasn't talking anymore and turned to see him. Greg was confused when he saw no one, then looked around. That's when he saw that monstrous senior and his colorful friend staring at him, no more than 10 feet away. His brown eyes went wide and he stood as still as he could as he felt his life crashing down right in front of him. His stomach even began to make room for the enormous amount of pain he knew he was about to experience, as it dropped down into a dark abyss, leaving Greg to feel momentarily devoid on the inside. Sven smiled as they made eye contact. He watched Greg start to tremble.
"Hey honey. How's your day?" Sven asked sincerely, but very obviously laced with cruel intentions.
Greg did not expect this, and did not want to be here anymore. He acted on instinct and turned around and ran as fast as he could.
"SHIT!" Sven said as he started running.
"Wait!" Jordan said, moving his hand to Sven's chest, holding him back. Sven turned his head with an annoyed and confused gaze, but soon realized.
Jordan had his bookbag in his hand, holding it like a bag. He shuffled his feet forward, galloping with his back to the wall behind him. He had the bag in his right hand, and began tilting his body towards the wall. Then after some steps, he let out a grunt and catapulted his bag. It flew through the air, twirling around like a boomerang. It carried and carried towards the end of the hallway and hit the fleeing freshman in the back of his head. Greg fell to the floor, like a sack of shit.
"Holy fuck, that was awesome!" Sven said jumping on Jordan's back. Jordan laughed and stumbled forward. He looked up at Sven who was looking right at him with a full face of awe and appreciation.
"I know right! Fucking epic haha..." Jordan said, proud of himself. "I'm so lucky that worked too."
"I know dude." Sven said getting off Jordan. The two walked down the hall, towards the floored freshman. He was alive, but he had no idea what just happened. "If you missed that throw, you'd be in some deep shit."
"But I hit it, and now I've earned myself a reward."
"Yeah. The reward is you not being in some deep shit." Sven said laughing. Jordan scrunched his face playfully and pushed Sven. The two reached Greg and looked down at him.
Greg was lowly groaning, his arms and legs were slowly coming to. He looked around and saw Jordan and Sven standing over him. He let out a moan and faced the floor once again.
Sven laughed and grabbed Greg by his armpits and settled him on his own feet. Greg shuffled a bit, but was able to stand up with a hand over his head.
"Wha... what the fuck hit me..." Greg said in pain.
"That was this spectacular man here." Sven said nodding towards Jordan, who just picked up his bookbag.
"Yup. Best throw of my life." Jordan said with a grin.
"How does it feel to peak?" Sven jokingly asked.
"Bitch, I haven't even begun to peak. Just you wait."
"Yeah, yeah. Greg. Why did you come from that way?" Sven asked, nodding behind him. "Me and Jordan's locker's that way." Sven stated, pointing his thumb behind them.
Greg looked at Sven's calm face with a much less calm expression. A bruise was even forming on his forehead, where he faceplanted not too long ago.
"I... I... wanted to take a different way... today..."
"Oh? Well, that's understandable. But you can't do that Greg, that means Daddy would miss you. You don't want to disappoint Daddy, do you?"
Greg shook his head.
"Aw... that's sweet of you to say."
Greg looked down, and closed his eyes. Greg felt that his life was terrible and he wanted to stop being here.
Sven could tell that Greg was very discouraged, and felt like he had to step in. Be a good role model, a brother, in a sense.
"Greg, love. Look at me." Sven said sincerely, with only sincerity present. It made Greg feel a bit more at ease. It wasn't the cold, calculated calm that Sven can exude. It felt genuine and caring. He looked up and made eye contact with Sven.
"Listen. This is going to happen. You aren't going to get around it. Just be decent about it, okay? Don't try and hide like you've been doing. Don't try and take the long way to stay away. Just man up and take it. Every even day."
Just then the bell rang. The 3 boys looked up, not at anything in particular, just at the sound that engulfed the hallway.
Sven hold onto Greg's shoulder tighter. But then loosened his grip when he saw Greg wince.
"I like you Greg, I want you to know that. Don't hide, this is going to happen. And you better be happy that I don't make up for you trying to run and hiding. You get me?" Sven finished.
Greg looked up at Sven with hesitance. He looked down and breathed out. He nodded.
"Yes Daddy."
Greg spread his legs and put his hands over his head, resting on top his now messy black hair. He looked up at Sven, still lacking confidence, but he knew what he was to do.
Sven warmed up and smiled nicely.
"Listen, if anyone ever gives you any shit for anything, you come tell me, okay? You're my boy, no one messes with my boys." Sven said, eliciting a somewhat proud smile of Greg's young face. "And, you can call me Sven."
The smile across Greg's face grew just a bit more, and Greg felt like things might be okay. It almost looked like he was happy.
Then Sven brought his foot back and threw it up between Greg's adolescent legs. Greg was not happy when this happened.
Greg was lifted off the floor, his skinny body holding onto Sven's chiseled leg as it rose him off the floor. His eyes bulged out, staring straight ahead at Sven, who still had a smile on. As Greg rose through the air, a sickening feeling that never really went away, re-emerged in full force. Greg fell on his knees, looking down. His hands on the floor, and his body straight as that dull throbbing engulfed his lower body. He let out a whine, then fell on his side, and sent his hands to his baggy khakis. Greg kicked his legs and continued to whine.
Sven smiled and turned around to Jordan.
"Let's not make Mr. Johnson wait for us much longer."
Jordan smiled. He looked back at Greg who was still curled in a ball and unlikely to move anytime soon. Jordan then back to Sven, who looked to be glowing. Jordan nodded. "Of course. Let's go."
"Cool."
"Dude, do you not believe me?" Sven asked sharply.
"It's not that. I just don't care. I'm fucking gay dude, I don't give a shit about her tits." Jordan replied, turning his colorful head to his stud of a friend, who may be trying to overcompensate.
"Whatever..." Sven said, looking back to the crowd. He then thought of something.
"Jordan."
"Sven."
"You remember Greg, right?
"Uhhh... that poor freshman whose balls you've broken just because, right?"
"Right."
Sven thought about Greg a bit, still remembering his young and unrefined features, that are somewhat charming in a youthful way. He then remembered exactly how those small freshman balls felt in his hand, under his knee, and how that cute face contorted in terror. Sven wanted to see Greg again.
"I haven't seen him in too long. Let's go reintroduce ourselves."
Jordan sighed, moved off the lockers. He ran a hand through his hot pink hair and responded.
"Yeah, let us. I'm sure he'll be jumping for joy when he sees you."
"He better. Most guys would feel blessed to have my attention like he does." Sven said, getting a silent eye roll outta Jordan.
Sven thought a bit more. "He said he has Bio with Ms. Andersen, right?"
"I think so."
"Well... let's go wait for him in front." Sven said, moving off the locker. He walked in the direction of her class, and Jordan followed with a laugh.
"All right. Let's pick on the freshman some more. Sounds like fun. He's pretty cute." Jordan said aloud.
The two got to Ms. Andersen's Bio classroom and stood out in front. Jordan leaned against the wall, and dropped his bag to the floor. He looked around the kids walking by. They all looked like freshman. He made a mental note of which ones were cute, and which weren't. He realized that this freshman class was pretty ugly.
Sven looked inside Ms. Andersen's bio classroom to see if Greg was already inside. He wasn't. He looked back out, and waited against the wall. They were quiet as they scanned the hallway for Greg.
Then they saw Greg coming. He was walking with a friend, having some sort of animated discussion.
"There." Jordan said, pointing down the hall. Sven turned his head and saw Greg talking with his friend, looking just as cute, if not cuter since he last saw him. Sven smirked and turned his body towards Greg. Waiting for the unsuspecting freshmen to walk into them.
Very soon, the other boy looked up and saw Sven and Jordan staring at them with a smile. Peter knows who Sven is, and remembers what Greg told him. He hurriedly turned around and picked up his glasses as they fell on the floor in an anxiety driven turn. Greg kept on talking, and walking closer and closer to Sven and Jordan as he was looking down the entire time. Soon, he realized Peter wasn't talking anymore and turned to see him. Greg was confused when he saw no one, then looked around. That's when he saw that monstrous senior and his colorful friend staring at him, no more than 10 feet away. His brown eyes went wide and he stood as still as he could as he felt his life crashing down right in front of him. His stomach even began to make room for the enormous amount of pain he knew he was about to experience, as it dropped down into a dark abyss, leaving Greg to feel momentarily devoid on the inside. Sven smiled as they made eye contact. He watched Greg start to tremble.
"Hey honey. How's your day?" Sven asked sincerely, but very obviously laced with cruel intentions.
Greg did not expect this, and did not want to be here anymore. He acted on instinct and turned around and ran as fast as he could.
"SHIT!" Sven said as he started running.
"Wait!" Jordan said, moving his hand to Sven's chest, holding him back. Sven turned his head with an annoyed and confused gaze, but soon realized.
Jordan had his bookbag in his hand, holding it like a bag. He shuffled his feet forward, galloping with his back to the wall behind him. He had the bag in his right hand, and began tilting his body towards the wall. Then after some steps, he let out a grunt and catapulted his bag. It flew through the air, twirling around like a boomerang. It carried and carried towards the end of the hallway and hit the fleeing freshman in the back of his head. Greg fell to the floor, like a sack of shit.
"Holy fuck, that was awesome!" Sven said jumping on Jordan's back. Jordan laughed and stumbled forward. He looked up at Sven who was looking right at him with a full face of awe and appreciation.
"I know right! Fucking epic haha..." Jordan said, proud of himself. "I'm so lucky that worked too."
"I know dude." Sven said getting off Jordan. The two walked down the hall, towards the floored freshman. He was alive, but he had no idea what just happened. "If you missed that throw, you'd be in some deep shit."
"But I hit it, and now I've earned myself a reward."
"Yeah. The reward is you not being in some deep shit." Sven said laughing. Jordan scrunched his face playfully and pushed Sven. The two reached Greg and looked down at him.
Greg was lowly groaning, his arms and legs were slowly coming to. He looked around and saw Jordan and Sven standing over him. He let out a moan and faced the floor once again.
Sven laughed and grabbed Greg by his armpits and settled him on his own feet. Greg shuffled a bit, but was able to stand up with a hand over his head.
"Wha... what the fuck hit me..." Greg said in pain.
"That was this spectacular man here." Sven said nodding towards Jordan, who just picked up his bookbag.
"Yup. Best throw of my life." Jordan said with a grin.
"How does it feel to peak?" Sven jokingly asked.
"Bitch, I haven't even begun to peak. Just you wait."
"Yeah, yeah. Greg. Why did you come from that way?" Sven asked, nodding behind him. "Me and Jordan's locker's that way." Sven stated, pointing his thumb behind them.
Greg looked at Sven's calm face with a much less calm expression. A bruise was even forming on his forehead, where he faceplanted not too long ago.
"I... I... wanted to take a different way... today..."
"Oh? Well, that's understandable. But you can't do that Greg, that means Daddy would miss you. You don't want to disappoint Daddy, do you?"
Greg shook his head.
"Aw... that's sweet of you to say."
Greg looked down, and closed his eyes. Greg felt that his life was terrible and he wanted to stop being here.
Sven could tell that Greg was very discouraged, and felt like he had to step in. Be a good role model, a brother, in a sense.
"Greg, love. Look at me." Sven said sincerely, with only sincerity present. It made Greg feel a bit more at ease. It wasn't the cold, calculated calm that Sven can exude. It felt genuine and caring. He looked up and made eye contact with Sven.
"Listen. This is going to happen. You aren't going to get around it. Just be decent about it, okay? Don't try and hide like you've been doing. Don't try and take the long way to stay away. Just man up and take it. Every even day."
Just then the bell rang. The 3 boys looked up, not at anything in particular, just at the sound that engulfed the hallway.
Sven hold onto Greg's shoulder tighter. But then loosened his grip when he saw Greg wince.
"I like you Greg, I want you to know that. Don't hide, this is going to happen. And you better be happy that I don't make up for you trying to run and hiding. You get me?" Sven finished.
Greg looked up at Sven with hesitance. He looked down and breathed out. He nodded.
"Yes Daddy."
Greg spread his legs and put his hands over his head, resting on top his now messy black hair. He looked up at Sven, still lacking confidence, but he knew what he was to do.
Sven warmed up and smiled nicely.
"Listen, if anyone ever gives you any shit for anything, you come tell me, okay? You're my boy, no one messes with my boys." Sven said, eliciting a somewhat proud smile of Greg's young face. "And, you can call me Sven."
The smile across Greg's face grew just a bit more, and Greg felt like things might be okay. It almost looked like he was happy.
Then Sven brought his foot back and threw it up between Greg's adolescent legs. Greg was not happy when this happened.
Greg was lifted off the floor, his skinny body holding onto Sven's chiseled leg as it rose him off the floor. His eyes bulged out, staring straight ahead at Sven, who still had a smile on. As Greg rose through the air, a sickening feeling that never really went away, re-emerged in full force. Greg fell on his knees, looking down. His hands on the floor, and his body straight as that dull throbbing engulfed his lower body. He let out a whine, then fell on his side, and sent his hands to his baggy khakis. Greg kicked his legs and continued to whine.
Sven smiled and turned around to Jordan.
"Let's not make Mr. Johnson wait for us much longer."
Jordan smiled. He looked back at Greg who was still curled in a ball and unlikely to move anytime soon. Jordan then back to Sven, who looked to be glowing. Jordan nodded. "Of course. Let's go."
Next class rolled around, and we pick up in a different scenario. Liam, Nate and Nick were all sitting in an easy elective class all 3 decided to take together.
"Yo, can you drive me home today Liam?"
"Uhhh, I've got some rounds after school. You can join me, if you want?"
"Uhhh... nah. Just wanna go home and chill. Nate, can you?"
"Uhhh... sister is picking me up today."
"Shit, you have a sister? How did I not know." Nick said, sitting up straight in his desk.
"Because I never told you."
"No shit, that's the point. How old is she?"
"20. Her name is Carrie."
"Carrie... can Carrie take me home?"
"Maybe. I'm sure she won't mind." Nate said, taking out his phone.
"Great."
The 3 sat in their desks, trying to do anything other than pay attention to class. Nick nudged Liam, who was sitting to his right.
"Yo, Liam. You think Nate's sister is hot?" He asked in a low voice.
"Probably, yeah. Nate's not too bad looking himself."
Nick turned to face Nate who was pre-occupied with his phone. His chocolate eyes glued to the screen, wavy light brown hair resting pleasantly on his head. His defined cheekbones and jawline outlining his above average face. Nick turned to Liam.
"I'd fuck a female Nate."
Nate glared up, hearing Nick's comment. Liam smirked, noticing.
"You think Nate's cute?"
"Well..." Nick started off. "Yeah, I guess. I can appreciate his features. Especially if his sister has the same ones. And a nice rack to match." Nick said happily, moving his hands in front of his dark blue shirt, under where boobs would lie, emphasizing the idea of large breasts. Liam smirked as he saw Nate's eyes squint as swung his hammer fist into Nick's khaki bulge, smashing Nick's manhood against his pelvis. Nick held in a yelp as he doubled over and cradled his balls.
"That's my fucking sister dude. Don't talk like that." Nate spat.
"Sorry." Nick croaked.
The teacher went on lecturing to that one kid who actually wanted to take this class for the material and not the easy A, ignoring the ruckus he knows the boys are making.
"Yeah, Nick. You filthy animal." Liam teased his friend, rubbing his jet black hair as his head lied on the desk.
"Fuck off..." Nick playfully answered in a pained voice. He raised his head, but kept his boys covered, not wanting to be on the receiving end of more busts.
"She said yeah Nick." Nate said, regarding Nick getting a ride home.
"Awesome..."
Nate's eyes were towards Nick when he saw someone staring at him in the window. It was a Hispanic kid with short hair, who looked oddly familiar. He was wearing a sour expression.
"Liam, is that Benny?" Nate asked, nodding towards the door. Liam's head shot over to the window. He too saw what Nate saw.
"Shit... it is."
Nick turned his head and saw who the two saw.
"Who the fuck is Benny?" Nick asked.
Benny walked away shortly after this, not wanting to bring any more attention to himself.
"He's a rat bastard..." Liam said, staring at the empty window.
"How do you guys know him?"
"Uhhh, me and your brother helped Liam out the other day. Were his backup for a deal here at school. The two made a bet, and we were... insurance. He came around with a couple fuckers and... Liam ended up winning." Nate said, leaving out some noteworthy details.
"Why do I get the feeling there's more to it..." Nick said, turning to Nate, then Liam.
"Because there is. But don't worry about it..." Liam said, as his mind wandered a bit. He turned to the teacher and raised his hand.
"Yes Mr. Blake?"
"May I use the bathroom?"
"Sure."
Liam got up and headed out the door quickly. He turned his head to the direction he saw Benny head off in and saw no one in the hallway. He walked down the hallway, looking in each classroom on the way for a short haired Hispanic kid with two stud earrings. He had to double-take a couple times, but he didn't find Benny. He approached a stairway and approached it carefully. He peaked inside and saw no one. He moved on. He then saw a bathroom and slowly made his way towards it. It was one of those doors that you just have to push on no matter the side to open it. Liam put his strong body on the door, and waited. On the count of three, he pushed it open with power. When he swung it open, he felt the door stop on a hard object. He then heard a "SHIT" and a thud. He waited a moment, then opened the door and creeped inside the crack. He saw a Hispanic man on the floor and pounced. He grabbed their collar and started off.
"Why were yo-"
Then he saw the hair. Buzzed on the sides, longer on top. The face was different too. He even had hazel eyes.
"Oh it's just you... sorry." Liam said bitterly, getting off. He extended his hand.
"Yeah, it is." Lucas said, holding his nose. He slapped Liam's hand and pushed himself up on his own accord.
"Sorry, thought you were someone else." Liam said.
"Yeah, I'm sure. All us brown skinned kids look alike, huh?"
"No... it's just... I don't know."
"Whatever..." Lucas said, moving his hand to his nose. "Fuck, I'm bleeding a bit." He said with blood on his hand. He walked over to the sink and Liam followed.
"So... uhhh, can I ask a question?"
"Right after you broke my nose, sure. What is it Carrot?"
"This might be a bit racist..."
"Oh, here we go." Lucas said shaking his head.
Liam rubbed his own hair and continued. "But, uh... do you know all the Hispanic kids here?"
Lucas turned to Liam with a quizzical expression. "Not all of them, but... a lot. Why? Is it Hector? I fucking told him that dumb game was gonna piss people off. Not everyone finds that shit funny."
"What? No, I don't even know what you're talking about. But... do you know a... Benny?"
"Benny? Buzz cut, stud earrings?"
"Yeah!"
"I know who you're talking about." Lucas said, washing the blood off his nose and hands.
Lucas turned to Liam. " But I'm not saying anything else."
"What? Why?"
"Well for one... you hit me in the face with a door." Lucas said bitterly. Then, his voice raised and he got angry as he continued. "Two, you're stupid friends cost me my girlfriend and..." Lucas started off, before turning his head. He balled his fists up, and started to be visibily angry.
"I don't know what my friends did but... that wasn't me. I'm just looking out for myself here." Liam said, trying to reason with Lucas. He walked up and tried to adopt a comforting stance. Lucas looked up at Liam with an angry expression. He catapulted his fist into Liam's crotch, punching the red head with a white dress shirt in his balls. Liam grunted and fell on a knee, holding his crotch. He let out a wheeze then put both hands on the floor.
"That's for what your friends did. Have a nice fucking day." Lucas said as he stormed past Liam.
Liam's face was turned to the floor as he wondered what the fuck that was about.
End of the day came, and Nick, Nate and Justin were outside, chilling. Nate was on his phone, the other two were talking.
"Yo, Nate has a sister? What the fuck?"
"I know, I said the same thing."
"Dayum... is she hot?"
"I don't know, probably."
"You two do know I can hear you, right?"
"Yo, Nate." Justin said.
Nate looked up at Justin, who had a huge smile on. His bright teeth and dark blue eyes stared into Nate as Nate waited to see why he was called upon.
"Do you think I have a chance with your sister?"
Nate just stared at Justin. Justin grew a bit uncomfortable and started moving his head a bit. Then his hands.
"Uh..." Justin uncomfortably muttered.
Nate just stared without saying a word. Justin's smile stayed true as he rubbed his chin, then moved his hand up to his bottom lip. He then pulled it down, showing the gum of his teeth and the veiny inside. Nate still held blankly. Justin waved his hands in front of Nate, before Nate's phone vibrated. He turned to it and checked on it.
"Nick, sister is here."
"Sweet."
"Yo, wait. Can I co-"
"No, go away." Nate said, pocketing his phone.
"Where is she?" Nick asked.
"Right there." Nate said.
Everyone watched as a Honda pulled up and parked in front of the school. Carrie turned the car off, then walked out. She looked stunning.
Her long luscious hair and deep eyes were the same shade as Nate's, and her facial features were similar, but just more feminine. But that's not what caught Nick and Justin. Her huge breasts were swinging with her every movement, and we hips swayed back and forth. It was hypnotic. She had a large hanging white tee over a pink sleeveless women's shirt, and a nice pair of short jean shorts.
"Hey boys!"
Nick and Justin's eyes were glued to her and didn't ever want to look away.
"Holy fuck..." Justin said lowly. Nate faintly heard him, and glared.
"Nate, these are your friends? Introduce us!" Carrie said with enthusiasm. Nate responded with far less enthusiasm.
"The blonde one is Justin, Nick is the black haired one."
"A pleasure to meet you..." Nick said, asking for her name and hand.
Carrie obliged with both, along with a smile. "Carrie."
"Carrie. A pleasure." Nick said, kissing her hand.
"Oh... a gentleman, I see..." Carrie said slyly.
Justin glared at Nick, unhappy with Nick making such an impression. Justin cleared his throat, turning heads to him.
"Also, a... uh, pleasure." Justin said with a smile. Nick may be more charming, but goddamn that smile. Justin can say anything and follow it up with a smile, and you'd be sure he just said the sweetest damn thing you've ever heard.
Carrie giggled and extended her hand to Justin. Justin met it with his own and gave her a delicate shake, bowing his head slightly.
"Both of you are so well mannered. I'm so happy I finally got to meet some of your friends Nate." She said turning to her brother, who looks bored.
"Yeah, yeah. Can we get going?" Nate said as he motioned to the car.
"Of course little brother." Carrie turned to Nate's friends and remembered she was to take one with her. "Oh, we're driving one back with us, right? I hope it's the cute one." She said aloud. Both Justin and Nick thought they were the cute one.
"It is, haha." Nick said walking forward. Justin burned a hole in his back.
"See you later Justin." Carrie waved as she followed Nate to her car. Justin grabbed onto Nick's hand right before he got out of reach. Nick swung himself around and faced Justin who was looking at him like Nick just called his mother fat to her face.
"You know, I'm the cute one, right?"
"What? Are you joking?"
"Dude, she was totally sending vibes my way. Back off."
Nick chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, Justin. You poor naive child. I feel bad for you."
"Oh, get off it. You're ju-OMPFH" Justin let out, getting interrupted by Nick's quick backhand. It wasn't with too much strength, but it was enough to drop Justin. Justin fell to his knees and held his boys, wheezing.
"Haha. Gotcha!" Nick said laughing at Justin. He ran to the car and got in.
Nick sat in the backseat as Nate sat shotgun. Carrie drove the car, and the three shared some interactions.
"So Nick, tell me about yourself." Carrie asked.
"Well... I have a twin brother, his name is Paul. I'm cuter then he is though."
"Oh really?" Carrie asked.
"No, not really. They look identical, no joke." Nate said, trying to ruin Nick's thunder.
"That's not true. I've more muscle than he does."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do... but whatever. I'm a bundle of joy, and a consistent pleasure. Paul is a moody bitch sometimes."
Carrie smirked and looked at Nate. "Who's moodier, Paul or Nate?" Nate glared at Carrie.
"Well..." Nick started off with a laugh. "Paul is more 50/50. Depends on how he wakes up, you know? Nate is just always... Nate."
Nate didn't enjoy this conversation very much so he went to his phone and hoped he could ignore them.
"Yeah, I get that. Nate's a little bitch sometimes, always on his phone." Carrie said, noticing how he's on his phone. "He's really hard to talk to sometimes too."
"Yeah. Short answers. He always seems bored too."
"Yeah, haha. Sometimes I gotta remind him I'm his older sister, and in charge you know."
"That doesn't work for us. Nate is a feisty little shit sometimes."
"Oh my god, you're telling me? The other day, the little shit poured all my shampoo down the drain."
"What? Why?"
"Because he was mad at me because I made him have a conversation."
"That does not surprise me."
Meanwhile, Nate was successfully ignoring the conversation. Carrie glared over at Nate and realized he's in his own little world.
"Nick, you wanna come over? I'm not sure if you wanted to be dropped off home or..."
"I'd love to stop by. I don't think Nate's ever brought any of us home, I'd love to see his place."
Carrie smiled. She was looking forward to Nick coming over. And Nick was happy to come over. Originally, he really just wanted to go home. But he didn't expect Carrie to be so welcoming and... hot.
Carrie parked the car in front of the house, and unlocked it so everyone could get out. Nate didn't even realize Nick was still in the car with them until he got out and saw Nick leave the car at the same time.
"Uhh... Carrie. You forgot to drop Nick off."
"No, I didn't. I told him he could come over."
"What?" Nate said with more collective emotion then he's shown the entire day.
"Yeah..." Carrie said chuckling. "I said he could come over. You weren't paying attention, so you didn't notice. Maybe you sho-"
"Oh shut up. Whatever." Nate said, heading to the house. Nick and Carrie shared a stare and laughed together. They talked up to the house and Nate was already inside. He brought his shit to his room, hoping he wouldn't be bothered if he just stayed away. After some time he realized he was hungry however. He came back downstairs to get some food.
"Yeah, well I do work out."
"Oh, I can tell." Carrie flirted.
"Yeah... haha. You look like you work out a bit too."
"Not that much, only enough so I can feel good about myself."
"That's what matters, doesn't it?" Nick said. At this point, Nate got into the kitchen and was able to see Nick and his sister talking over the counter, in the next room. He saw Nick's hand move its way to Carrie's shoulder, and she looked at it, then Nick with a lovely face on. The two of them wouldn't of even noticed Nate if he didn't intentionally slam the cutting board on the counter. The loud slam caused both Nick and Carrie to jump and stare at Nate, who they just realized was there.
"Whoops." Nate said sarcastically glaring at both of them. Nick looked down, and moved his hands to his side. Carrie just stared at her brother with an annoyed expression.
"Brother. Can I talk to you in private?"
"No." Nate said as he went into the fridge and looked for something he wanted to eat.
Carrie walked over to the kitchen and grabbed Nate by his white dress shirt and dragged him out of the kitchen.
"Woah, what the fuck Carrie." Nate spat at as she dragged him upstairs. Nate was still in his Saint Bernard uniform, as he saw no reason to change out of it.
She tossed him to the wall and stood up to him.
"What's the matter with you?"
"What's the matter with me? You just dragged me up here to ask me what's the matter with me? What's the matter with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me, but I feel like there's something very wrong with you. Why did you slam that board?"
"It was an accident, I told you."
"Nate, don't fucking lie to me."
Nate stared at his sister. He wanted to keep this up and be who he normally is, but he remembered the last time he pissed Carrie off. He decided to play along.
"I... don't... Carrie, he's the same age as me, don't go doing things. He's a piece of shit."
"Nick? He's a fine guy. He's funny, charming. Good looking, smart. And he can deal with you, so that has to mean something."
"Oh, ha ha. I...just don't want you to do anything with him." Nate said firmly.
"Wait... Nate, wait... oh my god. Are you-"
"Shut up."
"Oh my god."
"Please shut up."
"Awww... my baby brother is looking out for me." Carrie said sweetly. Nate hid his head, and didn't want to look at her and admit anything.
"Please... just don't. As your brother-"
"As my caring brother who loves me very much." Carrie said, trying to hug Nate. Nate isn't a very hug person and pushed her away. Carrie should of expected this, but she expected an intimate moment with Nate.
"Stop. Just don't, okay." Nate said, rubbing his hair, looking at Carrie. Carrie looked a bit insulted that Nate just pushed her away. But she knows Nate, and didn't take it too personally. But she felt the need to do something.
She smiled and looked at her brother. Nate's defenses loosened a bit and felt more open to intimacy.
"Nate, I think I get it. But I am going to make my own decisions, okay? Plus..." Carrie said, moving her hand to her brother's shoulder. Nate looked at her hand and felt comfortable with it on him. He moved his hand to hers and rubbed it. Carrie smiled and pulled it back. "...as you know little brother..." Carrie then shot the same hand to Nate's privates, blindsiding Nate. Nate gasped and instantly looked much more worried then he did moments ago. "...I can take care of myself." Carrie added as he lifted Nate's bulge in her hand. Nate breathed in and stared at her wide eyed. He was not sure what to do here.
"Okay, Nate?"
Nate nodded his head.
"Don't interrupt us like that again."
Nate nodded again. Carrie let go of his manhood and Nate released his worry and sighed. He moved his hands to his manhood and held it, protecting it further.
"With that being said... I do find it sweet that you're like this." Carrie said kissing her brother on his cheek. "Love you Nate." Carrie said as she went back downstairs. Nate was not sure what to make of the situation. But he decided he couldn't do anything to get her annoyed with him. She didn't hurt him this time, but he knows she can and will. Nate breathed and thought about this while holding his manhood, leaning back against the wall.
Nate figured out that he's going to have to deal with Nick in a private scenario. Nate went back downstairs and went to the fridge again. He looked over and saw Nick and Carrie talking on the couch this time. They seemed to be getting along well. Nick poured himself some cereal and sat down at the counter, so he can keep an eye on them. Waiting to see if an opportunity presents itself.
Soon, that opportunity did so. Nick excused himself and asked where the bathroom was. Carrie gave him the directions, and they were easy enough to follow. Nick went off and tried to find it. Nate looked back at Carrie after Nick left, and the two of them made eye contact. Carrie waved and smiled at Nate. Nate looked back at his cereal and ate it for a bit. He snuck his eyes up and saw that she was on her phone now. Nate decided this was the time and got up and went up to find Nick. He found the bathroom door slightly ajar. He heard a stream of liquid coming from inside. He opened the door and walked in. Nick was peeing, and jumped a bit when he heard the door open.
"Wait, I'm- oh. It's you Nate. Can you go please, I-"
"No." Nate said as he closed the door. Nick found this strange, but it is Nate's house. And it's not like Nick could really do anything right now anyways.
"Ummm... okay." Nick said, uncomfortably.
"So..." Nate started off, sitting on the sink counter. He was facing Nick's side and could see the stream of urine leaving his penis. He didn't care about that though so he kept his eyes on Nick's dark blue shirt. "... you and my sister?"
"Uhhh..." Nick started off, unsure how to answer. "What about us?"
"You two... seem to be getting along."
Nick's stream grew weaker, and it turned to drippy drops. He wiggled around a bit before he answered. He flushed then closed the lid and turned around, tucking his dick into his khakis.
"Yeah, I guess so."
Nate looked down, then back up at Nick. Nick stared at Nate, waiting for something to happen.
"So..."
"I'd like it if you leave." Nate said.
"Oh. Well, you came in here and locked the door. So..."
"I mean the house."
"I... see..."
Nate and Nick stared at each other. Neither really wanted what the other one wanted.
"I'd rather not."
Nate jumped off the sink and held eye contact with Nick. Nate smirked and laughed lightly. Nick laughed too, just because he felt he should. Then Nate glared down at Nick's bulge in his khakis. Nick just put his dick back in, and it was obvious where it was. He looked back up at Nick's handsome face. His hollow cheeks, great jaw line. Gorgeous green eyes, nice short black hair. Nick was very good looking. Nate saw this and saw this is why Carrie wanted him.
"So, can I like leave dude." Nick asked, motioning towards the door. Nate grabbed Nick's wrist and pulled the larger and stronger boy towards himself, and shot his knee up into Nick's crotch at the perfect moment. He aimed right for where he assumed his balls would've been and he hit them dead on. Nick grunted and fell forwards onto Nate. Nate turned Nick around and pushed him towards the sink held him against it, keeping him up. Before Nick could send his one free hand to his crotch, Nate grabbed it with his other free hand. Nick gasped as he felt his balls, which just shot out a crippling poison through his lower body, get firmly grabbed by someone who knows isn't going to be very careful with them. Nick's eyes were wide as Nate had his full attention.
"If you value these." Nate said, putting emphasis on these, causing Nick to squirm and cringe. "You're going to listen to me." Nate said as he started talking lower. He really didn't want Carrie to overhear.
Nick looked at Nate with a pained but fully willing expression.
"You're going to tell her you have to go. You're not going to give her your number. And most importantly. You are not going to FUCK MY SISTER." Nate said, really emphasizing the end. This emphasis involved sudden jerks and an increase in pressure, both of which Nick really wish Nate didn't do. He whined lightly and starting whimpering. Nate sent the hand that was holding Nick's arm to his mouth to cover his noises. "And you're not going to tell her about any of this. Do you und-"
Nate got interrupted by Nick pushing back with both of his free hands. He pushed Nate back towards the tub behind them. Nate put a foot up and stopped himself from falling into the tub. He looked angry and increased the pressure on Nick, who screamed into Nate's hand and fell towards the floor for a moment. But then Nick went back on the offensive quickly and sent a free hand to Nate's own jewels. Nate gasped, not expecting this. He froze and stared at Nick, who's expression told Nate he was willing and able to play this game.
"Don't you daaaarriii" Nate let out as he felt his testicles get crushed in Nick's grasp. Nate's head turned in as he whimpered and felt a sharp debilitating pain start coming from his balls. But Nate didn't let up his pressure on Nick. All this did was make Nate even more viscous in his assault on his friends testicles. Nate felt Nick's mouth vibrate and knew he was doing something right. But Nick responded similarly, and made his grasp even more painful. Nate tried to squirm away, but just ended up falling back towards the tub as Nick pushed him, seizing the opportunity. Nate fell back into the tub, and Nick's hand followed Nate the way down, crushing Nate's privates with the pressure of gravity, along with Nick's own strength. Nate closed his mouth as he cried out and rolled his eyes. His pressure on Nick was lowered and Nick was able to relax a bit. Nate moved his hand from Nick's mouth to the tub and tried to move himself in a more advantageous position. He couldn't, but he did try.
"Dude... just fucking chill." Nick said, trying to hold Nate down, who was struggling. Nick tightened his grip on Nate's nuts, which made Nate cringe and open his mouth in a silent scream.
"Chill... out... please..." Nick said, not wanting to do this anymore. Nate looked at him, and saw the seriousness in his face. Nate realized what he had to do and nodded. Chilling out. Nick felt relieved and let go of his buddies balls. Nate let out a sigh and held his throbbing testicles, ass in the bath tub, body shaped like a V, almost.
"Jesus dude. You okay? That fall sounded a bit mean."
Nate nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, recollecting himself. After he opened them, Nick offered Nate his hand to help him up. Nate turned his head to the tub and closed the drain hole. He then turned the tub on, water started flowing down quickly. Nick looked at Nate weirdly. Nate waited a moment before he grabbed Nick's hand and pulled himself up. Nick patted Nate on his shoulder and shared a stare with him. The stare lasted a few moments before Nate interrupted this with a sucker punch to the testicles, catching Nick very off guard. Nick dropped to his knees and started wheezing as he couldn't find the breath in his body anymore.
"What...*wheeze* the fuck..." Nick weakly said with his head on the floor. Nate lifted Nick's body up and dropped it on the edge of the tub. He then held onto Nick's head and dunked it into the tub water, which was now high enough to submerge Nick's head in fully. Nick started panicking. Bubbles were coming up as the water rose and rose. Nate lifted Nick's head up, letting Nick take in a big breath.
"Don't fuck my sister." Nate spat, throwing Nick's head back into the water. Nick was struggling again, flailing around. Nate then lifted his head again and spoke again.
"Do you understand." He said in Nick's face, who was struggling to figure out if he had enough air to breath right now. Nick wasn't able to respond, so Nate felt he needed to encourage Nick. The wavy haired little brother grabbed her big sister's new favorite boy by his balls from behind. Nick jolted again and took a large breath in as Nate shoved Nick's head back into the pool of water that was rising up. The bathroom floor was starting to get very wet. As Nick's head was submerged in the water, Nate crushed his balls in the other hand, which caused even more bubbles to come up in a scream that Nate could heard through the water. He kept increasing the pressure until he took Nick's head out of the water. Nick couldn't breath and his balls were not making any of this easier.
"Stay away. Got it?" Nate spat at Nick. Nick nodded vigorously but Nate wasn't satisfied. He threw Nick's soaked head back into the full tub of water, creating a shockwave in the newly formed lake. The water backsplashed and washed over Nate, but he didn't even notice. He was focused on making sure Nick got the picture. Nick splashed around, trying to fight out of the situation he's in, but was unable to. Nate zapped so much power out of him by crushing his balls, which was still getting squeezed harshly in Nate's other hand. Nick couldn't breath, and was sure he was going to die. His vision started getting fuzzy, and Nate had no plans to let go. He didn't even think about it.
Then some furious knocking at the door. Nate shot his head to the door.
"NATE! WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON?!?!?" Carrie screamed from the other side of the door, banging on the door still.
"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
Nate looked back down at Nick who's struggle is visibly weakening. He started realizing the situation and let both hands go, falling back, sitting down on the wet floor. Nick barely pushed himself out of the pool and was finally able to breathe. Nick had one hand on the edge of the tub, his head hanging down gasping. The other hand holding his crotch as he fell to the floor, gasping terribly. Nate heard banging again and shook his head, grabbing his hair. He shot up and opened the door and saw his angry sister behind the door in just an oversized white tee shirt and jean shorts. Carrie stared at Nate, who had on an expression that told her Nate did something.
"Where's Nick!?" She asked assertively. Nate looked down at Nick to his left and backed up into the wall. Carrie looked down and saw the tub was overflowing and the once strong, confident and charming young man she found so appealing was now curled up, drowning in agony. She shot down and put her hand on the whimpering, drenched young man. His dark blue dress shirt and tight tan khakis were absolutely soaked and hugging his figure. But this wasn't the time for Carrie to ogle.
"Nick, are you okay?" She asked. Nick was shaking on the floor, both hands holding his still throbbing testicles. She looked up and turned the tub off, trying to do something to help the situation.
Nate just stood there watching. His mind was racing, his body was drenched. He looked down at his hands, which were shaking too. He tried to keep his hands still but he couldn't. Blood was rushing, adrenaline was pulsating. Nate doesn't know what to do. What to say, what to think.
"Nate." Carrie said, still kneeling next to Nick. Nate looked at her with wide eyes, but unable to focus on her.
"Nate..." Carrie repeated, trying to capture her brother's attention. Nate shook his head and grabbed his hair. Carrie stood up and grabbed Nate's arm.
"Na-"
Nate yelled and pushed Carrie back, tripping over Nick in a ball. She fell into the tub, getting even more water everywhere, despite water already being everywhere already. She screamed out and looked completely unable to believe this. Nate looked equally in disbelief. He stared at her, moved his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He ran out of the bathroom, kicking water around as he did so. He ran down the stairs and breathed in and out, pacing around. He shook his arms, and tried to do something constructive. He took his wet shirt off and threw it on the floor, now shirtless. Nate's slender body, hair on his chest and a path heading down under his wet khakis.
Nate heard his sister bash out of the bathroom. He turned and saw her completely drenched. Her white shirt was completely drenched, you could see right through it. She looked at Nate with a an exasperated expression.
"NATE!"
Nate didn't want to deal with this right now and ran away. Carrie jumped down the stairs and chased her brother. Neither had any idea where they were heading.
Nate slipped as he was running, falling to the floor hard. Carrie caught up to him and tried to hold him down as he tried to get back up.
"NATE, STOP! FUCKING CHILL!" Carrie screamed at her brother. Nate pushed her big sister back and shot his feet up and kicked her in the tit. Carrie yelled out and fell back, holding her boob.
"MY FUCKING TIT!" She cried out. Nate crawled away then got up and kept on running. He saw the entrance to his yard in front of him and bolted through. He went into his yard, with no shirt on, completely overwhelmed with emotion. Drenched and breathing hard. He looked around his spacious yard holding a nice in-ground pool, kept in with an extra large chain link fence. He turned around and saw Carrie running, coming closer and closer to the door. Nate turned and jumped off his porch. He sprinted to the chain link fence and just wanted to get the fuck away from everything.
"NATE WAIT!" Carrie screamed as she tried to catch up to Nate before he got away. Nate didn't wait, and he got to the fence and started climbing up it. Just like he used to do all the time as a kid. His mother always told him not to because it was dangerous. But Nate never listened. But he used to always careful when he climbed up. Never wanting to lose his footing and fall down the 10 foot fence. But now Nate was climbing it once again, this time much faster then he ever has, and with far more intensity. But Carrie wasn't too far away. She'd always tell him not to also, because it was dangerous. But Carrie knew Nate would climb it anyways. She would always watch him from the window in the living room. Just to make sure he was okay, make sure he didn't fall and hurt himself.
Nate got to the top of the fence and tried to climb over, but Carrie grabbed onto his foot.
"NATE STOP!"
Nate felt Carrie hold his foot, keeping him on their side of the fence. Nate struggled and kicked. Trying to get himself free. Eventually he did so, and was free. He put a leg over. Carrie jumped up on the fence too, to get closer to Nate. Nate put his other leg on top of the fence, and was about to push himself off, but Carrie couldn't let this happen. She did the only thing she could and grab onto the one foot Nate still had on her side of the fence, and pulled back. Just as Nate shot his leg out to jump off. Nate's was in the air, almost floating for a moment. He felt himself in the air, and he felt like he was flying for a moment. Like he grew wings. But this quickly proved to be just a momentary feeling. He crashed down onto the fence, legs split and eyes wide.
"ARGH!" Nate cried out, as he felt the chain link fence pierce his balls in a sharp stinging sickening fall. He straddled the fence, his legs straight. Hands on the fence as his lower body radiates something terrible. He croaked out and started slowly doubling over as tears starting swelling up in his chocolate eyes. Carrie stared at her younger brother and heard him whimper as she saw a tear fall down. Carrie let out a sympathetic sigh. She didn't want this to happen.
Carrie climbed up the chain link fence carefully, and grabbed her brother's leg on the opposite side of the fence. She held Nate, and pulled the leg over the wall carefully. She kept his upper body on the fence that he was doubling over, and put both legs on the same side. Carrie looked down, and climbed down a bit before she put her younger brother's body on hers and tried to help him down. But Nate's dead weight was too much for them both, and they both fell down. But Carrie made sure Nate fell on her, instead of the unforgiving floor. Carrie grimaced as they fell, but Nate barely noticed as all he was sure his nuts popped on the chain link fence. Carrie pushed Nate's body off, who stayed on his side as he was pushed. Hands holding his crotch, eyes shut.
Carrie got to her knees and looked at Nate. No shirt on, curled in a ball. Still soaking wet from earlier. Carrie remembered that one time Nate fell from the top of the fence and broke his wrist. He was in a similar situation he was in now. Eyes shut, tears falling down. Trying not to cry, not to show that he's in pain, but it was too much. Hands curled in, trying to nurse the pain. That was then, when they were young. Both in middle school. Just kids. Now Nate's shirtless, his strong body's grown a lot since then. He's bigger then her now, but he's still her little brother. And nothing will change that. Carrie rubbed her brother's shoulder and rested her forehead on his bicep. She stood up and let him have some space.
Time passed, and Nate wasn't in so much pain anymore. He was able to get to his knees, cupping his crotch and stand up. He turned around and looked at the fence, and told himself to never climb that fence again. He checked his balls to make sure both of his boys were intact. They were, but the contact caused him to cringe. Nate walked back to the house, head down and limping. He almost forgot about what lead to this. But he didn't. How could he?
He walked in and saw Carrie sitting on the chair in the living room. She looked up at him as the door to the yard closed.
"Hello Nate."
"Hey..."
No one said anything, but they both waited for the other. Nate turned away first and walked away, towards the stairs. Carrie wanted to say something.
"Wait..."
Nate stopped walking and turned around. He looked at her sister, waiting to see what she wanted to say.
She looked down, then looked back up before Nate could walk away.
"I... I took Nick home. He wanted to go home, and we both felt it would be for the best."
Nate nodded and looked back up, still holding his nuts.
"Nate... are you okay?"
Nate stopped walking, but didn't turn or say anything. His head still down, one foot on the step. Khaki's holding his legs in a tighter fashion then he'd like at the moment. Nate wasn't really okay. He just wanted to lie down.
Nate nodded and slowly walked upstairs.
Nate eventually felt he could get up and did so. He limped inside, holding his balls with both hands over his khakis. He got inside, and saw his sister sitting on the couch. The two saw each other.
"Hello Nate."
"Hello."
"I dropped Nick off. Said he just wanted to go home. Which was understandable."
"Yeah..." Nate said as he limped upstairs. He found his phone and lied down. He sighed and went to text Nick.
Nate: Are you ok?
Nick: Yeah
That was the end of the conversation between the two.
Nate was about to lie down, but then remembered he was hungry. He decided to go downstairs and get something to bring upstairs with him. He went into the kitchen and went to the fridge. Carrie heard this, and walked around to the kitchen while Nate wasn't paying attention. Carrie got into the kitchen and saw her brother bent over looking into the fridge. She decided he deserved this and reared back and skyrocketed her foot into her brother's vulnerable bulge from behind. Nate cried out and hit his head on the inside of the fridge, causing some things to fall down. Nate fell down with it, and moaned pathetically as he held his bulge and felt his eyes swell up. Carrie held her brothers firm body and moved him out of the fridge. She threw him against the counter. He was sitting down, and his hands were cupping his crotch, eyes were closed and he looked like he was trying not exist any longer. Carrie sent her hand underneath her brothers khakis and found the jewels he was protecting. Bare skin and all. Nate felt her sister's cold hand wrap around his sensitive testicles and his eyes opened wide and he yelled out.
"AHahahahahokok..." He let out, before she even applied pressure. Carrie smiled at her brother.
"Nate. We need to come to terms on something." Nate's big sister said as he felt her hands start squeezing his nuts. Nate started whining and felt agony start to overcome him.
"If you want me to let go of these pathetic nuts of yours brother, you need to PROMISE ME somethings." Carrie said, crushing her brother's balls even more. Nate nodded his head furiously.
"One. You need to LISTEN to me. If I say don't interfere, that means don't FUCKING INTERFERE." Carrie screamed, pressuring Nate's nut's even more. Nate started writhing and whining, holding onto his sister's wrist for dear life.
"Do you understand?"
"Yesyes!"
"Okay. Two, you need to not fucking try and drown people. I cannot BELIEVE I need to tell you this brother, but apparently I do. DON'T FUCKING DROWN PEOPLE NATE!"
"OKOKOKOK"
"DO YOU UND-"
"YESYESOHGODYESPLEASECARRIEPLEASE!"
Carrie felt that Nate got the message so she loosened her grip. She wasn't squeezing, but her hands were still wrapped around. Nate let out a sigh.
Carrie looked over her brother one last time. Back against the wall, eyes tearing, breathing hard. His slender masculine chest and abs moving in and out. His head was now dropping over, and his hair was covering his face. Carrie decided to give her brother one last terrible squeeze.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!"
Carrie undid her squeeze, but held her hand still. Her little brother couldn't hold back tears and was in an tremendous amount of pain. She doesn't know what she should do with him.
Carrie then let go and took her hand out of her brother's pants. Nate instantly rolled onto the floor and cried in a ball.
"Clean the mess you made up." Carrie said as she went back to the couch. Nate lied on the floor until, in total agony for a long time.
"Yes Mr. Blake?"
"May I use the bathroom?"
"Sure."
Liam got up and headed out the door quickly. He turned his head to the direction he saw Benny head off in and saw no one in the hallway. He walked down the hallway, looking in each classroom on the way for a short haired Hispanic kid with two stud earrings. He had to double-take a couple times, but he didn't find Benny. He approached a stairway and approached it carefully. He peaked inside and saw no one. He moved on. He then saw a bathroom and slowly made his way towards it. It was one of those doors that you just have to push on no matter the side to open it. Liam put his strong body on the door, and waited. On the count of three, he pushed it open with power. When he swung it open, he felt the door stop on a hard object. He then heard a "SHIT" and a thud. He waited a moment, then opened the door and creeped inside the crack. He saw a Hispanic man on the floor and pounced. He grabbed their collar and started off.
"Why were yo-"
Then he saw the hair. Buzzed on the sides, longer on top. The face was different too. He even had hazel eyes.
"Oh it's just you... sorry." Liam said bitterly, getting off. He extended his hand.
"Yeah, it is." Lucas said, holding his nose. He slapped Liam's hand and pushed himself up on his own accord.
"Sorry, thought you were someone else." Liam said.
"Yeah, I'm sure. All us brown skinned kids look alike, huh?"
"No... it's just... I don't know."
"Whatever..." Lucas said, moving his hand to his nose. "Fuck, I'm bleeding a bit." He said with blood on his hand. He walked over to the sink and Liam followed.
"So... uhhh, can I ask a question?"
"Right after you broke my nose, sure. What is it Carrot?"
"This might be a bit racist..."
"Oh, here we go." Lucas said shaking his head.
Liam rubbed his own hair and continued. "But, uh... do you know all the Hispanic kids here?"
Lucas turned to Liam with a quizzical expression. "Not all of them, but... a lot. Why? Is it Hector? I fucking told him that dumb game was gonna piss people off. Not everyone finds that shit funny."
"What? No, I don't even know what you're talking about. But... do you know a... Benny?"
"Benny? Buzz cut, stud earrings?"
"Yeah!"
"I know who you're talking about." Lucas said, washing the blood off his nose and hands.
Lucas turned to Liam. " But I'm not saying anything else."
"What? Why?"
"Well for one... you hit me in the face with a door." Lucas said bitterly. Then, his voice raised and he got angry as he continued. "Two, you're stupid friends cost me my girlfriend and..." Lucas started off, before turning his head. He balled his fists up, and started to be visibily angry.
"I don't know what my friends did but... that wasn't me. I'm just looking out for myself here." Liam said, trying to reason with Lucas. He walked up and tried to adopt a comforting stance. Lucas looked up at Liam with an angry expression. He catapulted his fist into Liam's crotch, punching the red head with a white dress shirt in his balls. Liam grunted and fell on a knee, holding his crotch. He let out a wheeze then put both hands on the floor.
"That's for what your friends did. Have a nice fucking day." Lucas said as he stormed past Liam.
Liam's face was turned to the floor as he wondered what the fuck that was about.
End of the day came, and Nick, Nate and Justin were outside, chilling. Nate was on his phone, the other two were talking.
"Yo, Nate has a sister? What the fuck?"
"I know, I said the same thing."
"Dayum... is she hot?"
"I don't know, probably."
"You two do know I can hear you, right?"
"Yo, Nate." Justin said.
Nate looked up at Justin, who had a huge smile on. His bright teeth and dark blue eyes stared into Nate as Nate waited to see why he was called upon.
"Do you think I have a chance with your sister?"
Nate just stared at Justin. Justin grew a bit uncomfortable and started moving his head a bit. Then his hands.
"Uh..." Justin uncomfortably muttered.
Nate just stared without saying a word. Justin's smile stayed true as he rubbed his chin, then moved his hand up to his bottom lip. He then pulled it down, showing the gum of his teeth and the veiny inside. Nate still held blankly. Justin waved his hands in front of Nate, before Nate's phone vibrated. He turned to it and checked on it.
"Nick, sister is here."
"Sweet."
"Yo, wait. Can I co-"
"No, go away." Nate said, pocketing his phone.
"Where is she?" Nick asked.
"Right there." Nate said.
Everyone watched as a Honda pulled up and parked in front of the school. Carrie turned the car off, then walked out. She looked stunning.
Her long luscious hair and deep eyes were the same shade as Nate's, and her facial features were similar, but just more feminine. But that's not what caught Nick and Justin. Her huge breasts were swinging with her every movement, and we hips swayed back and forth. It was hypnotic. She had a large hanging white tee over a pink sleeveless women's shirt, and a nice pair of short jean shorts.
"Hey boys!"
Nick and Justin's eyes were glued to her and didn't ever want to look away.
"Holy fuck..." Justin said lowly. Nate faintly heard him, and glared.
"Nate, these are your friends? Introduce us!" Carrie said with enthusiasm. Nate responded with far less enthusiasm.
"The blonde one is Justin, Nick is the black haired one."
"A pleasure to meet you..." Nick said, asking for her name and hand.
Carrie obliged with both, along with a smile. "Carrie."
"Carrie. A pleasure." Nick said, kissing her hand.
"Oh... a gentleman, I see..." Carrie said slyly.
Justin glared at Nick, unhappy with Nick making such an impression. Justin cleared his throat, turning heads to him.
"Also, a... uh, pleasure." Justin said with a smile. Nick may be more charming, but goddamn that smile. Justin can say anything and follow it up with a smile, and you'd be sure he just said the sweetest damn thing you've ever heard.
Carrie giggled and extended her hand to Justin. Justin met it with his own and gave her a delicate shake, bowing his head slightly.
"Both of you are so well mannered. I'm so happy I finally got to meet some of your friends Nate." She said turning to her brother, who looks bored.
"Yeah, yeah. Can we get going?" Nate said as he motioned to the car.
"Of course little brother." Carrie turned to Nate's friends and remembered she was to take one with her. "Oh, we're driving one back with us, right? I hope it's the cute one." She said aloud. Both Justin and Nick thought they were the cute one.
"It is, haha." Nick said walking forward. Justin burned a hole in his back.
"See you later Justin." Carrie waved as she followed Nate to her car. Justin grabbed onto Nick's hand right before he got out of reach. Nick swung himself around and faced Justin who was looking at him like Nick just called his mother fat to her face.
"You know, I'm the cute one, right?"
"What? Are you joking?"
"Dude, she was totally sending vibes my way. Back off."
Nick chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, Justin. You poor naive child. I feel bad for you."
"Oh, get off it. You're ju-OMPFH" Justin let out, getting interrupted by Nick's quick backhand. It wasn't with too much strength, but it was enough to drop Justin. Justin fell to his knees and held his boys, wheezing.
"Haha. Gotcha!" Nick said laughing at Justin. He ran to the car and got in.
Nick sat in the backseat as Nate sat shotgun. Carrie drove the car, and the three shared some interactions.
"So Nick, tell me about yourself." Carrie asked.
"Well... I have a twin brother, his name is Paul. I'm cuter then he is though."
"Oh really?" Carrie asked.
"No, not really. They look identical, no joke." Nate said, trying to ruin Nick's thunder.
"That's not true. I've more muscle than he does."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do... but whatever. I'm a bundle of joy, and a consistent pleasure. Paul is a moody bitch sometimes."
Carrie smirked and looked at Nate. "Who's moodier, Paul or Nate?" Nate glared at Carrie.
"Well..." Nick started off with a laugh. "Paul is more 50/50. Depends on how he wakes up, you know? Nate is just always... Nate."
Nate didn't enjoy this conversation very much so he went to his phone and hoped he could ignore them.
"Yeah, I get that. Nate's a little bitch sometimes, always on his phone." Carrie said, noticing how he's on his phone. "He's really hard to talk to sometimes too."
"Yeah. Short answers. He always seems bored too."
"Yeah, haha. Sometimes I gotta remind him I'm his older sister, and in charge you know."
"That doesn't work for us. Nate is a feisty little shit sometimes."
"Oh my god, you're telling me? The other day, the little shit poured all my shampoo down the drain."
"What? Why?"
"Because he was mad at me because I made him have a conversation."
"That does not surprise me."
Meanwhile, Nate was successfully ignoring the conversation. Carrie glared over at Nate and realized he's in his own little world.
"Nick, you wanna come over? I'm not sure if you wanted to be dropped off home or..."
"I'd love to stop by. I don't think Nate's ever brought any of us home, I'd love to see his place."
Carrie smiled. She was looking forward to Nick coming over. And Nick was happy to come over. Originally, he really just wanted to go home. But he didn't expect Carrie to be so welcoming and... hot.
Carrie parked the car in front of the house, and unlocked it so everyone could get out. Nate didn't even realize Nick was still in the car with them until he got out and saw Nick leave the car at the same time.
"Uhh... Carrie. You forgot to drop Nick off."
"No, I didn't. I told him he could come over."
"What?" Nate said with more collective emotion then he's shown the entire day.
"Yeah..." Carrie said chuckling. "I said he could come over. You weren't paying attention, so you didn't notice. Maybe you sho-"
"Oh shut up. Whatever." Nate said, heading to the house. Nick and Carrie shared a stare and laughed together. They talked up to the house and Nate was already inside. He brought his shit to his room, hoping he wouldn't be bothered if he just stayed away. After some time he realized he was hungry however. He came back downstairs to get some food.
"Yeah, well I do work out."
"Oh, I can tell." Carrie flirted.
"Yeah... haha. You look like you work out a bit too."
"Not that much, only enough so I can feel good about myself."
"That's what matters, doesn't it?" Nick said. At this point, Nate got into the kitchen and was able to see Nick and his sister talking over the counter, in the next room. He saw Nick's hand move its way to Carrie's shoulder, and she looked at it, then Nick with a lovely face on. The two of them wouldn't of even noticed Nate if he didn't intentionally slam the cutting board on the counter. The loud slam caused both Nick and Carrie to jump and stare at Nate, who they just realized was there.
"Whoops." Nate said sarcastically glaring at both of them. Nick looked down, and moved his hands to his side. Carrie just stared at her brother with an annoyed expression.
"Brother. Can I talk to you in private?"
"No." Nate said as he went into the fridge and looked for something he wanted to eat.
Carrie walked over to the kitchen and grabbed Nate by his white dress shirt and dragged him out of the kitchen.
"Woah, what the fuck Carrie." Nate spat at as she dragged him upstairs. Nate was still in his Saint Bernard uniform, as he saw no reason to change out of it.
She tossed him to the wall and stood up to him.
"What's the matter with you?"
"What's the matter with me? You just dragged me up here to ask me what's the matter with me? What's the matter with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me, but I feel like there's something very wrong with you. Why did you slam that board?"
"It was an accident, I told you."
"Nate, don't fucking lie to me."
Nate stared at his sister. He wanted to keep this up and be who he normally is, but he remembered the last time he pissed Carrie off. He decided to play along.
"I... don't... Carrie, he's the same age as me, don't go doing things. He's a piece of shit."
"Nick? He's a fine guy. He's funny, charming. Good looking, smart. And he can deal with you, so that has to mean something."
"Oh, ha ha. I...just don't want you to do anything with him." Nate said firmly.
"Wait... Nate, wait... oh my god. Are you-"
"Shut up."
"Oh my god."
"Please shut up."
"Awww... my baby brother is looking out for me." Carrie said sweetly. Nate hid his head, and didn't want to look at her and admit anything.
"Please... just don't. As your brother-"
"As my caring brother who loves me very much." Carrie said, trying to hug Nate. Nate isn't a very hug person and pushed her away. Carrie should of expected this, but she expected an intimate moment with Nate.
"Stop. Just don't, okay." Nate said, rubbing his hair, looking at Carrie. Carrie looked a bit insulted that Nate just pushed her away. But she knows Nate, and didn't take it too personally. But she felt the need to do something.
She smiled and looked at her brother. Nate's defenses loosened a bit and felt more open to intimacy.
"Nate, I think I get it. But I am going to make my own decisions, okay? Plus..." Carrie said, moving her hand to her brother's shoulder. Nate looked at her hand and felt comfortable with it on him. He moved his hand to hers and rubbed it. Carrie smiled and pulled it back. "...as you know little brother..." Carrie then shot the same hand to Nate's privates, blindsiding Nate. Nate gasped and instantly looked much more worried then he did moments ago. "...I can take care of myself." Carrie added as he lifted Nate's bulge in her hand. Nate breathed in and stared at her wide eyed. He was not sure what to do here.
"Okay, Nate?"
Nate nodded his head.
"Don't interrupt us like that again."
Nate nodded again. Carrie let go of his manhood and Nate released his worry and sighed. He moved his hands to his manhood and held it, protecting it further.
"With that being said... I do find it sweet that you're like this." Carrie said kissing her brother on his cheek. "Love you Nate." Carrie said as she went back downstairs. Nate was not sure what to make of the situation. But he decided he couldn't do anything to get her annoyed with him. She didn't hurt him this time, but he knows she can and will. Nate breathed and thought about this while holding his manhood, leaning back against the wall.
Nate figured out that he's going to have to deal with Nick in a private scenario. Nate went back downstairs and went to the fridge again. He looked over and saw Nick and Carrie talking on the couch this time. They seemed to be getting along well. Nick poured himself some cereal and sat down at the counter, so he can keep an eye on them. Waiting to see if an opportunity presents itself.
Soon, that opportunity did so. Nick excused himself and asked where the bathroom was. Carrie gave him the directions, and they were easy enough to follow. Nick went off and tried to find it. Nate looked back at Carrie after Nick left, and the two of them made eye contact. Carrie waved and smiled at Nate. Nate looked back at his cereal and ate it for a bit. He snuck his eyes up and saw that she was on her phone now. Nate decided this was the time and got up and went up to find Nick. He found the bathroom door slightly ajar. He heard a stream of liquid coming from inside. He opened the door and walked in. Nick was peeing, and jumped a bit when he heard the door open.
"Wait, I'm- oh. It's you Nate. Can you go please, I-"
"No." Nate said as he closed the door. Nick found this strange, but it is Nate's house. And it's not like Nick could really do anything right now anyways.
"Ummm... okay." Nick said, uncomfortably.
"So..." Nate started off, sitting on the sink counter. He was facing Nick's side and could see the stream of urine leaving his penis. He didn't care about that though so he kept his eyes on Nick's dark blue shirt. "... you and my sister?"
"Uhhh..." Nick started off, unsure how to answer. "What about us?"
"You two... seem to be getting along."
Nick's stream grew weaker, and it turned to drippy drops. He wiggled around a bit before he answered. He flushed then closed the lid and turned around, tucking his dick into his khakis.
"Yeah, I guess so."
Nate looked down, then back up at Nick. Nick stared at Nate, waiting for something to happen.
"So..."
"I'd like it if you leave." Nate said.
"Oh. Well, you came in here and locked the door. So..."
"I mean the house."
"I... see..."
Nate and Nick stared at each other. Neither really wanted what the other one wanted.
"I'd rather not."
Nate jumped off the sink and held eye contact with Nick. Nate smirked and laughed lightly. Nick laughed too, just because he felt he should. Then Nate glared down at Nick's bulge in his khakis. Nick just put his dick back in, and it was obvious where it was. He looked back up at Nick's handsome face. His hollow cheeks, great jaw line. Gorgeous green eyes, nice short black hair. Nick was very good looking. Nate saw this and saw this is why Carrie wanted him.
"So, can I like leave dude." Nick asked, motioning towards the door. Nate grabbed Nick's wrist and pulled the larger and stronger boy towards himself, and shot his knee up into Nick's crotch at the perfect moment. He aimed right for where he assumed his balls would've been and he hit them dead on. Nick grunted and fell forwards onto Nate. Nate turned Nick around and pushed him towards the sink held him against it, keeping him up. Before Nick could send his one free hand to his crotch, Nate grabbed it with his other free hand. Nick gasped as he felt his balls, which just shot out a crippling poison through his lower body, get firmly grabbed by someone who knows isn't going to be very careful with them. Nick's eyes were wide as Nate had his full attention.
"If you value these." Nate said, putting emphasis on these, causing Nick to squirm and cringe. "You're going to listen to me." Nate said as he started talking lower. He really didn't want Carrie to overhear.
Nick looked at Nate with a pained but fully willing expression.
"You're going to tell her you have to go. You're not going to give her your number. And most importantly. You are not going to FUCK MY SISTER." Nate said, really emphasizing the end. This emphasis involved sudden jerks and an increase in pressure, both of which Nick really wish Nate didn't do. He whined lightly and starting whimpering. Nate sent the hand that was holding Nick's arm to his mouth to cover his noises. "And you're not going to tell her about any of this. Do you und-"
Nate got interrupted by Nick pushing back with both of his free hands. He pushed Nate back towards the tub behind them. Nate put a foot up and stopped himself from falling into the tub. He looked angry and increased the pressure on Nick, who screamed into Nate's hand and fell towards the floor for a moment. But then Nick went back on the offensive quickly and sent a free hand to Nate's own jewels. Nate gasped, not expecting this. He froze and stared at Nick, who's expression told Nate he was willing and able to play this game.
"Don't you daaaarriii" Nate let out as he felt his testicles get crushed in Nick's grasp. Nate's head turned in as he whimpered and felt a sharp debilitating pain start coming from his balls. But Nate didn't let up his pressure on Nick. All this did was make Nate even more viscous in his assault on his friends testicles. Nate felt Nick's mouth vibrate and knew he was doing something right. But Nick responded similarly, and made his grasp even more painful. Nate tried to squirm away, but just ended up falling back towards the tub as Nick pushed him, seizing the opportunity. Nate fell back into the tub, and Nick's hand followed Nate the way down, crushing Nate's privates with the pressure of gravity, along with Nick's own strength. Nate closed his mouth as he cried out and rolled his eyes. His pressure on Nick was lowered and Nick was able to relax a bit. Nate moved his hand from Nick's mouth to the tub and tried to move himself in a more advantageous position. He couldn't, but he did try.
"Dude... just fucking chill." Nick said, trying to hold Nate down, who was struggling. Nick tightened his grip on Nate's nuts, which made Nate cringe and open his mouth in a silent scream.
"Chill... out... please..." Nick said, not wanting to do this anymore. Nate looked at him, and saw the seriousness in his face. Nate realized what he had to do and nodded. Chilling out. Nick felt relieved and let go of his buddies balls. Nate let out a sigh and held his throbbing testicles, ass in the bath tub, body shaped like a V, almost.
"Jesus dude. You okay? That fall sounded a bit mean."
Nate nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, recollecting himself. After he opened them, Nick offered Nate his hand to help him up. Nate turned his head to the tub and closed the drain hole. He then turned the tub on, water started flowing down quickly. Nick looked at Nate weirdly. Nate waited a moment before he grabbed Nick's hand and pulled himself up. Nick patted Nate on his shoulder and shared a stare with him. The stare lasted a few moments before Nate interrupted this with a sucker punch to the testicles, catching Nick very off guard. Nick dropped to his knees and started wheezing as he couldn't find the breath in his body anymore.
"What...*wheeze* the fuck..." Nick weakly said with his head on the floor. Nate lifted Nick's body up and dropped it on the edge of the tub. He then held onto Nick's head and dunked it into the tub water, which was now high enough to submerge Nick's head in fully. Nick started panicking. Bubbles were coming up as the water rose and rose. Nate lifted Nick's head up, letting Nick take in a big breath.
"Don't fuck my sister." Nate spat, throwing Nick's head back into the water. Nick was struggling again, flailing around. Nate then lifted his head again and spoke again.
"Do you understand." He said in Nick's face, who was struggling to figure out if he had enough air to breath right now. Nick wasn't able to respond, so Nate felt he needed to encourage Nick. The wavy haired little brother grabbed her big sister's new favorite boy by his balls from behind. Nick jolted again and took a large breath in as Nate shoved Nick's head back into the pool of water that was rising up. The bathroom floor was starting to get very wet. As Nick's head was submerged in the water, Nate crushed his balls in the other hand, which caused even more bubbles to come up in a scream that Nate could heard through the water. He kept increasing the pressure until he took Nick's head out of the water. Nick couldn't breath and his balls were not making any of this easier.
"Stay away. Got it?" Nate spat at Nick. Nick nodded vigorously but Nate wasn't satisfied. He threw Nick's soaked head back into the full tub of water, creating a shockwave in the newly formed lake. The water backsplashed and washed over Nate, but he didn't even notice. He was focused on making sure Nick got the picture. Nick splashed around, trying to fight out of the situation he's in, but was unable to. Nate zapped so much power out of him by crushing his balls, which was still getting squeezed harshly in Nate's other hand. Nick couldn't breath, and was sure he was going to die. His vision started getting fuzzy, and Nate had no plans to let go. He didn't even think about it.
Then some furious knocking at the door. Nate shot his head to the door.
"NATE! WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON?!?!?" Carrie screamed from the other side of the door, banging on the door still.
"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
Nate looked back down at Nick who's struggle is visibly weakening. He started realizing the situation and let both hands go, falling back, sitting down on the wet floor. Nick barely pushed himself out of the pool and was finally able to breathe. Nick had one hand on the edge of the tub, his head hanging down gasping. The other hand holding his crotch as he fell to the floor, gasping terribly. Nate heard banging again and shook his head, grabbing his hair. He shot up and opened the door and saw his angry sister behind the door in just an oversized white tee shirt and jean shorts. Carrie stared at Nate, who had on an expression that told her Nate did something.
"Where's Nick!?" She asked assertively. Nate looked down at Nick to his left and backed up into the wall. Carrie looked down and saw the tub was overflowing and the once strong, confident and charming young man she found so appealing was now curled up, drowning in agony. She shot down and put her hand on the whimpering, drenched young man. His dark blue dress shirt and tight tan khakis were absolutely soaked and hugging his figure. But this wasn't the time for Carrie to ogle.
"Nick, are you okay?" She asked. Nick was shaking on the floor, both hands holding his still throbbing testicles. She looked up and turned the tub off, trying to do something to help the situation.
Nate just stood there watching. His mind was racing, his body was drenched. He looked down at his hands, which were shaking too. He tried to keep his hands still but he couldn't. Blood was rushing, adrenaline was pulsating. Nate doesn't know what to do. What to say, what to think.
"Nate." Carrie said, still kneeling next to Nick. Nate looked at her with wide eyes, but unable to focus on her.
"Nate..." Carrie repeated, trying to capture her brother's attention. Nate shook his head and grabbed his hair. Carrie stood up and grabbed Nate's arm.
"Na-"
Nate yelled and pushed Carrie back, tripping over Nick in a ball. She fell into the tub, getting even more water everywhere, despite water already being everywhere already. She screamed out and looked completely unable to believe this. Nate looked equally in disbelief. He stared at her, moved his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He ran out of the bathroom, kicking water around as he did so. He ran down the stairs and breathed in and out, pacing around. He shook his arms, and tried to do something constructive. He took his wet shirt off and threw it on the floor, now shirtless. Nate's slender body, hair on his chest and a path heading down under his wet khakis.
Nate heard his sister bash out of the bathroom. He turned and saw her completely drenched. Her white shirt was completely drenched, you could see right through it. She looked at Nate with a an exasperated expression.
"NATE!"
Nate didn't want to deal with this right now and ran away. Carrie jumped down the stairs and chased her brother. Neither had any idea where they were heading.
Nate slipped as he was running, falling to the floor hard. Carrie caught up to him and tried to hold him down as he tried to get back up.
"NATE, STOP! FUCKING CHILL!" Carrie screamed at her brother. Nate pushed her big sister back and shot his feet up and kicked her in the tit. Carrie yelled out and fell back, holding her boob.
"MY FUCKING TIT!" She cried out. Nate crawled away then got up and kept on running. He saw the entrance to his yard in front of him and bolted through. He went into his yard, with no shirt on, completely overwhelmed with emotion. Drenched and breathing hard. He looked around his spacious yard holding a nice in-ground pool, kept in with an extra large chain link fence. He turned around and saw Carrie running, coming closer and closer to the door. Nate turned and jumped off his porch. He sprinted to the chain link fence and just wanted to get the fuck away from everything.
"NATE WAIT!" Carrie screamed as she tried to catch up to Nate before he got away. Nate didn't wait, and he got to the fence and started climbing up it. Just like he used to do all the time as a kid. His mother always told him not to because it was dangerous. But Nate never listened. But he used to always careful when he climbed up. Never wanting to lose his footing and fall down the 10 foot fence. But now Nate was climbing it once again, this time much faster then he ever has, and with far more intensity. But Carrie wasn't too far away. She'd always tell him not to also, because it was dangerous. But Carrie knew Nate would climb it anyways. She would always watch him from the window in the living room. Just to make sure he was okay, make sure he didn't fall and hurt himself.
Nate got to the top of the fence and tried to climb over, but Carrie grabbed onto his foot.
"NATE STOP!"
Nate felt Carrie hold his foot, keeping him on their side of the fence. Nate struggled and kicked. Trying to get himself free. Eventually he did so, and was free. He put a leg over. Carrie jumped up on the fence too, to get closer to Nate. Nate put his other leg on top of the fence, and was about to push himself off, but Carrie couldn't let this happen. She did the only thing she could and grab onto the one foot Nate still had on her side of the fence, and pulled back. Just as Nate shot his leg out to jump off. Nate's was in the air, almost floating for a moment. He felt himself in the air, and he felt like he was flying for a moment. Like he grew wings. But this quickly proved to be just a momentary feeling. He crashed down onto the fence, legs split and eyes wide.
"ARGH!" Nate cried out, as he felt the chain link fence pierce his balls in a sharp stinging sickening fall. He straddled the fence, his legs straight. Hands on the fence as his lower body radiates something terrible. He croaked out and started slowly doubling over as tears starting swelling up in his chocolate eyes. Carrie stared at her younger brother and heard him whimper as she saw a tear fall down. Carrie let out a sympathetic sigh. She didn't want this to happen.
Carrie climbed up the chain link fence carefully, and grabbed her brother's leg on the opposite side of the fence. She held Nate, and pulled the leg over the wall carefully. She kept his upper body on the fence that he was doubling over, and put both legs on the same side. Carrie looked down, and climbed down a bit before she put her younger brother's body on hers and tried to help him down. But Nate's dead weight was too much for them both, and they both fell down. But Carrie made sure Nate fell on her, instead of the unforgiving floor. Carrie grimaced as they fell, but Nate barely noticed as all he was sure his nuts popped on the chain link fence. Carrie pushed Nate's body off, who stayed on his side as he was pushed. Hands holding his crotch, eyes shut.
Carrie got to her knees and looked at Nate. No shirt on, curled in a ball. Still soaking wet from earlier. Carrie remembered that one time Nate fell from the top of the fence and broke his wrist. He was in a similar situation he was in now. Eyes shut, tears falling down. Trying not to cry, not to show that he's in pain, but it was too much. Hands curled in, trying to nurse the pain. That was then, when they were young. Both in middle school. Just kids. Now Nate's shirtless, his strong body's grown a lot since then. He's bigger then her now, but he's still her little brother. And nothing will change that. Carrie rubbed her brother's shoulder and rested her forehead on his bicep. She stood up and let him have some space.
Time passed, and Nate wasn't in so much pain anymore. He was able to get to his knees, cupping his crotch and stand up. He turned around and looked at the fence, and told himself to never climb that fence again. He checked his balls to make sure both of his boys were intact. They were, but the contact caused him to cringe. Nate walked back to the house, head down and limping. He almost forgot about what lead to this. But he didn't. How could he?
He walked in and saw Carrie sitting on the chair in the living room. She looked up at him as the door to the yard closed.
"Hello Nate."
"Hey..."
No one said anything, but they both waited for the other. Nate turned away first and walked away, towards the stairs. Carrie wanted to say something.
"Wait..."
Nate stopped walking and turned around. He looked at her sister, waiting to see what she wanted to say.
She looked down, then looked back up before Nate could walk away.
"I... I took Nick home. He wanted to go home, and we both felt it would be for the best."
Nate nodded and looked back up, still holding his nuts.
"Nate... are you okay?"
Nate stopped walking, but didn't turn or say anything. His head still down, one foot on the step. Khaki's holding his legs in a tighter fashion then he'd like at the moment. Nate wasn't really okay. He just wanted to lie down.
Nate nodded and slowly walked upstairs.
Nate eventually felt he could get up and did so. He limped inside, holding his balls with both hands over his khakis. He got inside, and saw his sister sitting on the couch. The two saw each other.
"Hello Nate."
"Hello."
"I dropped Nick off. Said he just wanted to go home. Which was understandable."
"Yeah..." Nate said as he limped upstairs. He found his phone and lied down. He sighed and went to text Nick.
Nate: Are you ok?
Nick: Yeah
That was the end of the conversation between the two.
Nate was about to lie down, but then remembered he was hungry. He decided to go downstairs and get something to bring upstairs with him. He went into the kitchen and went to the fridge. Carrie heard this, and walked around to the kitchen while Nate wasn't paying attention. Carrie got into the kitchen and saw her brother bent over looking into the fridge. She decided he deserved this and reared back and skyrocketed her foot into her brother's vulnerable bulge from behind. Nate cried out and hit his head on the inside of the fridge, causing some things to fall down. Nate fell down with it, and moaned pathetically as he held his bulge and felt his eyes swell up. Carrie held her brothers firm body and moved him out of the fridge. She threw him against the counter. He was sitting down, and his hands were cupping his crotch, eyes were closed and he looked like he was trying not exist any longer. Carrie sent her hand underneath her brothers khakis and found the jewels he was protecting. Bare skin and all. Nate felt her sister's cold hand wrap around his sensitive testicles and his eyes opened wide and he yelled out.
"AHahahahahokok..." He let out, before she even applied pressure. Carrie smiled at her brother.
"Nate. We need to come to terms on something." Nate's big sister said as he felt her hands start squeezing his nuts. Nate started whining and felt agony start to overcome him.
"If you want me to let go of these pathetic nuts of yours brother, you need to PROMISE ME somethings." Carrie said, crushing her brother's balls even more. Nate nodded his head furiously.
"One. You need to LISTEN to me. If I say don't interfere, that means don't FUCKING INTERFERE." Carrie screamed, pressuring Nate's nut's even more. Nate started writhing and whining, holding onto his sister's wrist for dear life.
"Do you understand?"
"Yesyes!"
"Okay. Two, you need to not fucking try and drown people. I cannot BELIEVE I need to tell you this brother, but apparently I do. DON'T FUCKING DROWN PEOPLE NATE!"
"OKOKOKOK"
"DO YOU UND-"
"YESYESOHGODYESPLEASECARRIEPLEASE!"
Carrie felt that Nate got the message so she loosened her grip. She wasn't squeezing, but her hands were still wrapped around. Nate let out a sigh.
Carrie looked over her brother one last time. Back against the wall, eyes tearing, breathing hard. His slender masculine chest and abs moving in and out. His head was now dropping over, and his hair was covering his face. Carrie decided to give her brother one last terrible squeeze.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!"
Carrie undid her squeeze, but held her hand still. Her little brother couldn't hold back tears and was in an tremendous amount of pain. She doesn't know what she should do with him.
Carrie then let go and took her hand out of her brother's pants. Nate instantly rolled onto the floor and cried in a ball.
"Clean the mess you made up." Carrie said as she went back to the couch. Nate lied on the floor until, in total agony for a long time.
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