The Fragile Abandoned

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

-NATALIE-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-ANDY-

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

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

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

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

"Hmm? What happened?" She mumbled.

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

"No, I want to stay awake."

I sighed. "Okay."

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

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

"Who is it?" Natalie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's the matter?" Natalie asked.

"Huh? Nothing." I said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stepped forward and put a finger to her lips.

"Natalie, you're absolutely beautiful."

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

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

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

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

"Deeper," I moaned.

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

-NATALIE-

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

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

"I'll do whatever you want."

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

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

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

"I promise," he said.

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

"You're too big!" I whimpered.

"Just wait a second."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andy's cock was getting harder but only slighly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please!" I cried.

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

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

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

"I love you, Andy," I squeaked.

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

To Be Continued...