-NATALIE-
I laid on my bed, watching the rain pour down my window, and wondered if Andy, my big brother, would answer his phone if I called. He was a busy guy, but it still annoyed me when he didn't pick up his phone.
Andy is twenty-three and five years older than I am. Despite us being a bit far apart in age, he has always been my best friend. He recently became the latest heartthrob actor and was always super busy, making him unable to answer my calls.
I snatched up my cell phone from my nightstand and gave him a call. After a few rings, I expected it to go to voicemail. This time, however, he actually answered!
"Hello?" My heart skipped a beat and I could feel myself grinning like an idiot.
"Hi, Andy!" I squeaked.
"Hey, Natalie, what's up?" His voice was always so smooth and reflected his laidback demeanor.
"I just wanted to talk. It's been too long."
"I know, I'm sorry. I just finished shooting this film that's been emotionally exhausting. They're trying to rush everything to get it done in time for awards season."
"Awards season? Like the Oscars?"
"Well, that's what we're aiming for. You never really know until it's done. I've just been trying to get away from this teen heartthrob image that I seem to have."
"Aw, but you're just so dreamy!"
Andy snorted. "Oh, shut up. Being dreamy is a bigger pain in the ass than you'd think."
"Hey, this is what you wanted!"
"Yeah, you're right," Andy said. He and I were quiet for a moment. "Well, I think we should call it a night. I have to get up early for some stupid press thing."
"Okay," I sighed. We were quiet again. I didn't want him to go. I just wanted to be with him so badly. As hard as I tried, I couldn't keep my tears from coming. I hoped he wouldn't hear me sniffling, but he heard me anyway.
"Hey, come on now, Natalie. Don't cry."
"I know, I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I just miss you so much sometimes."
"I miss you too. Tell you what: I'm free this Saturday if you want to grab breakfast."
"Okay," I squeaked. "I love you, Andy."
"I love you too. Good night!" And then he hung up.
I put my phone back on the night stand and I wrapped myself around my body pillow - the one I always pretended was Andy. I don't know what it is about my big brother. I have this crush on him and I can't seem to get rid of it. I'm so in love with him, but there's nothing I can do about it.
Ever since I was little, Andy has always been my hero. I have two older sisters, Katie (twenty-five) and Jessica (twenty), who would torment me when I was young.
Katie always hated me because she blamed me for our father leaving us. Okay, let me backpedal here. Before I was born, our mother had an affair with a rich man named David, who's now our stepfather. Dad left because of her affair, but I was born soon after this ordeal. It was a mystery as to who my real father was, but after a paternity test, it showed that David wasn't my real dad. My real dad, however, was long gone.
Regardless, Katie, who was nine at the time, blamed me for the whole thing. She's believed that her entire life, despite how ridiculous that idea is.
So, back to Andy being my hero and all. When I was around four years old, Katie and Jessica had taken my favorite doll and kept it from me, threatening to destroy it. I was just a helpless little girl, so all I could do was cry and beg. That's when Andy came to the rescue. He came in, tackled Katie, and wrestled the doll away from her. He then gave me my doll back and I followed him around for the rest of the day like a lost puppy. We've been inseparable ever since.
As time went on, Katie ran away from home to live with Dad and Jessica then became friends with me. Our little feud only happened when we were little, so it was easy for me to forgive her. It was nice to have another girl friend, but my best friend would always be Andy.
As to my relationship with my parents, it's very stiff and formal. I guess Mom was just burned out on raising another kid and David wasn't interested in kids at all. I'm not too sad about it. I was raised by a nanny, then Andy, and I turned out just fine.
-ANDY-
I couldn't sleep at all, as my thoughts constantly wandered to my baby sister. When I was at her at her high school graduation a couple weeks ago, I saw that she had grown into such a beautiful girl. Her long, dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders, and slightly curled in a way that took regular girls hours to achieve, her girlish (yet still womanly) figure, her soft face with adorable chubby little cheeks (she was self-conscious about those, even though she had a super skinny body). She was, quite possibly, the most beautiful girl I knew. And that's why I couldn't talk to her as much as I'd like. I've always been scared of what I would do to her.
Ever since she started developing, I found her more and more attractive. It was so wrong of me for several reasons:
1) She's my sister.
2) She idolized me like crazy.
3) Her low self-esteem made her an easy target.
The meer idea that I even have that particular Reason #3 terrifies me even more.
However, I love Natalie. She's been my best friend since forever and she was the only one in my family who supported my acting dreams. When I achieved said dreams, she was the one who rubbed it in everyone's faces, so I didn't have to. Natalie truly was my number one fan, no matter how many tweens insisted that they held that title.
I figured that the only way I was going to go to sleep, would be to just rub one out. I took off my boxers and started stroking. I would think about all the actresses I would want to bang, all the pop stars, and then Natalie. Natalie, with her beautiful hair and soft, white skin (only slightly tanned), bouncing as she rode my cock. I imagined her freshly developed B-cups moving up and down with her, and that's when I lost it. My cum showered over my stomach and chest like a hose.
After laying in bliss for a few moments, I instantly regreted my masturbation choice. Natalie was so innocent and so sweet. She didn't deserve to be thought of in such a way by the only man she's ever trusted. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.
-NATALIE-
Saturday morning had arrived and I jumped out of bed before my alarm clock (as if I even needed it that day). I spent the previous evening trying to decide what to wear, so I wouldn't need to worry about that. After an hour of making myself all pretty for Andy, I was ready.
Leaving my bedroom, I had realized that I didn't tell my mom about my plans for that day. It didn't really matter to her, but I just wanted to let her know just in case hell froze over and she actually worried about me.
My footsteps echoed louder than usual, as I descended the staircase into the foyer. The house seemed strangely empty.
The kitchen was immaculately clean and the countertops were bare, except for a sheet of paper on the kitchen island. I picked up the paper, which was written in my mom's handwriting:
"Natalie-
As you know, David and I have been wanting to spend the rest of our lives on the ocean, exploring the world. We've decided to buy a yacht and live our dream! I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but we just couldn't wait any longer. We've deposited your inheritance of $15 million into your bank account so you won't have to worry about money. Feel free to keep the house, as we won't need it. I love you, honey, and we'll see you in a couple years or so!
Love, Mom"
I stared at the letter when I was finished, not believing what I was reading. I mean, sure, they've told me countless times about their little dream, but I thought they'd let me know before they left. Was $15 million supposed to make up for the fact that they left the way that they did?
I should have been angry or sad, but instead, I just felt nothing. The money they left insured that I wouldn't starve and it's not like their absence would be hugely noticeable.
The front door squeaked open and I heard Andy walk through the front door.
"Hello?" He called out into my empty house.
